In the Ministry of Magic's monitoring room, countless huge displays covered the walls of the room, and every movement of the Ministry of Magic could be observed here. At this time, the display screen in the middle and largest was tuned to the Hall of Death, showing the melee scene in this circular room.

"Is it alright, is it alright?" asked Penelope, leaning against the doorframe before standing up straight, anxiously bouncing in place. Hermione turned her head to look at it, her hand touching the wand hidden in her sleeve. Previously, they were restricted from moving and were not allowed to participate in the battle until Voldemort came out, lest there be an accident.

As soon as Mr. Owen Harris nodded, Penelope rushed out the door, and within a few steps his body was enveloped in black smoke and disappeared. "Isn't it faster to cast it on the spot, what ...... run" Hermione narrowed her eyes at where Penelope had disappeared, and couldn't help but sarcastically leave the surveillance room.

"Protect them. Owen Harris instructed Four Eyes and Victor as they drew their wands and prepared to catch up.

Cornelius Fudge didn't care about their whereabouts at all, his bare head was covered with beads of sweat, but he couldn't remember to take out his handkerchief to dry them, his lips furled, and he kept whispering, "It's over, it's over, he's really back." ”

"Connelly, I'll leave you with a chance to resign. Owen Harris leaned forward with his arms propped up on his desk, leaning forward slightly, "For the sake of our relationship, I won't hold you accountable the same way I did with Crouch." ”

Fudge was stunned, "Owen, you could have identified the mystery man a long time ago...", he realized at this time that Harris had already known that Voldemort had really returned, and Harris was just using this opportunity to provoke him against Dumbledore.

"Cornelius, it's not just about hiding the truth about the return of Voldemort from the masses, it's not just about dereliction of duty, look at this. With that, Owen Harris slipped a triangular disc into the device and showed Fudge, not only did Umbridge admit that she had released the Dementors, but also a clip of her using the Unforgivable Spell on Harry - of course, Umbridge's remarks about Fudge's ignorance were cut.

"I don't know, I didn't instruct these things. Fudge was shocked, he didn't know all these things Umbridge was doing. If Umbridge appeared in front of Fudge at this moment, and he even wanted to use the Unforgivable Spell on her, what was she thinking?

Owen Harris clasped his arms around and said, "No one will believe that you are innocent, she has always been your person - take the initiative to surrender your rights, persuade your people to surrender, I can make you leave with dignity, and not be disgraced like Barty Crouch, I am willing to give you this opportunity because I really believe that you will not instruct Umbridge to do these things, although you are not smart enough, but obviously not so bad." ”

The halls of the Department of Mysteries were chaotic, and the air was filled with spells of all colors, roars, cries of pain, the footsteps of giants, and clueless clamours—the eight-eyed spider crawling across the ceiling in search of a target.

However, the most eye-catching thing for the wizards present was the arch platform that had once been used as a death chamber at the bottom of the middle of the Hall of Death.

The blue flames rose and burned violently, and a terrifying burst of magic erupted within, blurring the battle between Eren and Voldemort. Both the Aurors and the Death Eaters couldn't help but keep an eye on the duel between the top wizards inside during the battle—even if many of them lost their lives because of the distraction, it didn't stop their curiosity.

Judging from the occasional green glow of the Avada Curse, the crackling thunderbolts of lightning coming out of the blue flames, the muffled gong-like trills of the silver shields, the roars of rage, and the occasional huge tentacles flicking higher than the flames, one could assume that the battle was raging—there were already many wizards who had been killed by these overflowing spells because they had been too close.

Only elite enough wizards have the strength to try to walk down the stairs to see this duel up close, and Bellatrix Lestrange is one of them. Her eyes widened, whipping the Aurors who tried to cast a spell on her, and as her long black whip wrapped around the neck of an Auror, she couldn't help but try to look through the flames again at the high platform, where her master was dueling.

Feeling the tightness of the whip in his hand, Bellatrix tugged back, then raised his hand to throw it out, and the suffocated Auror on the whip flew into the air with a thud, colliding with a Death Eater who was also flying in the air.

Bellatrix heard the sound, and saw that a beautiful female Auror in an H94 uniform at the top of the stairs was also retracting the long whip and turning it back into a wand, and the eyes of the two collided.

Bellatrix felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the other party's proudly held head high, and the whip in her hand turned into a wand, and with a brutal wave to the right, the green light flashed, and a burly Auror in the prime of life fell to the ground silently - and she found that the female Auror was just as clean as herself, and apparently acted as an imitator, but the other party almost caused a Death Eater to suffer a deadly death curse almost as soon as her own spell hit the Auror.

Bellatrix watched the young girl's movements, apparently resembling herself, and exclaimed in her baby-like prosthetic voice, "Ahahaha, come down and play, little girl!"

The Auror simply stuck her long tongue out and licked her chin, ignoring the dissuasion of a little witch with bushy brown hair, bright brown eyes, and uniform beside her, and began to move in the direction of Bella with her long legs across the steps and corpses.

The two of them, who were far apart, although their spells had not yet begun to attack each other directly, the two sides continued to provoke. Whatever spell Bellatrix uses to kill an Auror, Penelope will use the same means to kill a Death Eater - even if Bella grabs an Auror with a whip and sucks him into pieces that look like weathered mummies with a replica of the Hand of Vecna given to her by her master, the female Auror on the other side can kill the Death Eater by some means and dissipate into powder in the air to achieve similar effect.

Bellatrix laughed even more excitedly, and she waited for Penelope to approach as she attacked, and she finally understood what that familiarity was, the pleasure of killing in the eyes of the other man in battle, and the frenzied look that bordered on madness when she looked into the arch heights—the Auror was clearly of her own kind, and her master was clearly the Alan Harris.

And this beautiful female Auror, that is, Penelo Criwatt, apparently confirmed the identity of the other party at the beginning, which freed her desire to kill that had been suppressed for more than half a year. Although Bellatrix and Rudolphus are married, she can see from the other party's eyes that the person she loves the most is at the arch - Bellatrix's favorite person is dueling with Penello's favorite person in the blue flames, so shouldn't Bellatrix and Penelope win or lose outside the blue flames? For this reason, Penelope even forced Hermione, who she thought she could only be a small follower in the battle, to stay where she was, and she came alone without even bringing a member of the umbrella.

"Ha! There is nothing more refreshing and romantic than this!" Although they didn't say anything, at least at this time, the hearts of the two coincided.