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A huge suction grabbed him, and Drako watched to horror as he was pulled out of his body little by little, like a molting snake, until he was dragged to the middle of the crystal, and was pushed in, in which he could see outside, but could not get out.

Then, Chen Ping pointed his wand at Voldemort, and in the same way, a distorted soul was pulled out of Dolores Umbridge's body, and Bogin guided it into the Horcrux trophy, merging with the soul inside.

After a qiē was completed, Borgin used his wand again to channel Voldemort's soul into Drakol's body, and the five purple flames flew up, flew around Drakol's body a few times, and threw themselves into it.

After completing a qiē, Borgin waved his wand, and Umbridge's body flew into the door and disappeared, only to hear what seemed to be a chewing sound coming from inside.

The light of the fire that made up the door gradually dimmed, and the door disappeared into the air little by little, until it was completely gone. The circle on the ground also dimmed, leaving only traces of flames burning.

Drako's body slowly opened his eyes, and an incomparably cold and evil aura flashed from his body. His body stretched out flat, erect, and a cold smile appeared on his pale face, which was completely bloodless.

"I, Duke Voldemort, am back!"

As he announced, he picked up his wand, a black skull wrapped around a snake, and flew straight into the night sky.

"Mosmored, my followers, begin your feast."

In the Ministry of Magic, looking at the Mosmored sigil in the sky, Rufus-Scrimgeour was furious like a grumpy lion.

"This is a provocation, this is a declaration of war. Aurors, officials of the Ministry of Magic, and all the defenders of justice and order in the British wizarding world. Evil forces have been reborn to bring our world into greater darkness and fear. Here, I ask you, take up your wands, and defeat evil, be brave, be brave, and the final victory will be ours. ”

Tongguò's voice was loud and magical, and Scrimgeour's voice rang out over the office building of the Ministry of Magic in the city center. An Auror looked stern and nervous as he prepared for battle.

The light outside suddenly dimmed, as if something obscured the sun's brilliance, and although the window was closed, a piercing coldness seeped through the gap, and a layer of ice quickly condensed on the window, and then shattered.

Everyone stopped moving, and looked out, and outside, something resembling some kind of tentacle creature was floating, and the cold that made people's wills freeze with it emanated from their bodies.

The cold was so terrible, like a gelatinous ice liquid, seeping from the skin into the internal organs, causing them to gradually stop.

"It's Demont, call the gods to guard."

Scrimgeour cried out hoarsely: a silvery-white light shot out of his wand, transformed into the shape of a lion, and pounced outward.

There was nothing wrong with the spells he used, but they were by no means clever responses, just as a lion, no matter how brave he was, was no match for a pack of jackals.

After repelling a few of the nearest Demont, his Patronus Charm was blown away by several whirlwinds.

The Patronus Charm is a spell that requires mental guidance, and after casting, the caster also needs to control the direction of its attack, and when the control is lost, Scrimgeour spurts out a mouthful of blood, temporarily losing the ability to continue fighting.

Of course, his efforts were not in vain, and the Aurors and officials, who had received a respite from Demont's icy aura, immediately launched a counterattack according to the location of the office building.

For a while, countless beams of light shot back and forth, stalemate.

"Fenrir Greyback, haven't your men taken the Ministry of Magic yet?" Surrounded by a group of Death Eaters, a golden boy with a wand in hand appeared at the front door of the Ministry of Magic.

"I'm sorry, master, Scrimgeour is a tough guy, and they're prepared." Tall Fenrir Dao.

"I don't want to hear sorry, Fenrir, I don't like to fail either." Voldemort raised his wand, pointed it to the sky, and began to chant incantations.

"O darkness and fear hidden in the hearts of men, answer my call and unleash your power to the fullest, to obscure the light of the sun---------- dark canopy!"

Patches of black clouds appeared in the sky, gathering rapidly. The sky, which had been bright, gradually dimmed, and after a while, it was already night.

"It's up to you, Baron Alucardo."

Of course, behind him, there was a silent roar from Aluca, and in the shadows of the surrounding buildings, hundreds of heavily armed men in black appeared, each with a gun in his hand. These are the members of the London Blood Clan mercenary organization "Scarlet Rose". They raised their guns and aimed at the office building, which was constantly shooting magical light.

"Phew"

"Woohoo"

In the midst of a muffled burst of gunfire, the officials and Aurors stationed at the Ministry of Magic were struck with unprecedented suddenness. The warhead engraved with the demon-breaking rune tore through the protective magic of the wizards who were caught off guard. In just a few minutes, the Ministry of Magic's protective strength was reduced by at least a third.

"Sons of the wolf god, follow me." Fenrir Greypak let out a howl into the sky, and he transformed into a gigantic werewolf that was more than three meters tall, and behind him were the first werewolves in their thirty or so to be slightly smaller.

Suddenly, the side door of the Ministry of Magic opened, and a wizard with a cloak covering his face appeared.

"Great host, Pierce Sinkenis awaits you."

"You're late, but it's okay, it's not too late." Fenrir grinned and rushed in through the open door.

Listening to the constant screams coming from the building, Voldemort's face showed a satisfied smile, and he pointed his wand at himself, casting a loud magic.

"Today is a special day, and after that accident more than ten years ago, I regret that I have to say goodbye to this world for a while. But this qiē is over, my followers, and the poor creatures who tried to rebel against me, today, I, Duke Voldemort, are back! Cheer to your heart's content, or tremble in fear. Those decaying orders will be destroyed, and a new dark empire will rise again! ”

"Merlin is on top, he's back." In the office building, Scrimgeour faces are like ashes.

"Mr. Scrimthour, they're coming in, and we can't resist it." Arthur Weasley and Birch pushed open the door and retreated, along with seven or eight Aurors and officials, including Amos Digry and his son.

"What about the others?"

"Perkins, they're doing their last defenses, and we're running out of time." Arthur Weasley Drive.

"Floo can still be used, Mr. Minister, but I don't know how long it will last." Mrs. Ekmo, the head of Floo.com's office.

"Let's go." Scrimgeour looked like he was dozens of years old, tired.

"You want to stay? Rufus, do you want to die? Amos said.

"I'm old, and I don't want to live in that nightmare world anymore. You are still young, and perhaps you will be able to wait for the day when the light will come again. Scrimgeour said.

Arthur Wesley raised his wand, made a wizarding salute, and led the way to the fire, saying, "If I could, I would like to stay and fight with you to the end, but my wife and children still need me, so, I'm sorry, Minister." ”

As he spoke, he and Birch entered the flames of the fireplace.

With Wesley and his son in the lead, the other Aurors and officials also lost their fighting spirit, and after saying goodbye to Scrimgeur, they left one after another, and a moment later, the upper echelons of the Ministry of Magic were left alone, sitting in the chair representing the Minister of Magic, with a wand in his hand, looking at the closed door.

"Divided"

With a "boom", the locked door was opened, and Voldemort, accompanied by his men, appeared in the doorway.

"Draco-Malfoy? No, you're not him, you're Tom Riddle, right. Scrimgeour was slightly stunned, then said.

"In terms of an old man's acumen, you're pretty good." Voldemort's Way.

"I thought I'd meet a bunch of stubborn guys here, but alas, they abandoned you, didn't they, poor worm?"

"I let them go, and they will live and continue to fight, not die here." Scrimgeour said.

"Really? I'm glad you still have a little bit of courage, but it's pointless because I'm the winner. More than twenty years ago, they hid in gutters and sewers like rats, and from time to time I dug them out, cut them into pieces and threw them on the street. In the future, it will continue to be the same. ”

"If you were destined to be the winner, you wouldn't have been beaten by Harry Potter more than ten years ago." Scrimgeour laughed, "You were so much stronger back then than you are now, and Harry Potter was just a baby. Now you are so weak, and he is already a brave young man. ”

"What do you want to say, old fellow."

"Harry Potter will surely defeat you again, Voldemort!" Scrimgeour roared, pointing his wand at Voldemort.

"Avada Lives"

Scrimgeour fell out of his seat, and he died.

"Harry Potter, I almost forgot the name." Voldemort put away his wand and sneered, "Bella, take some people and bring Harry Potter here." I wondered how he would beat me again. ”

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