Professor, how do we get out of here now? Hermione asked anxiously, looking at the entrance, but the entire hallway had collapsed first, leaving only a deep darkness.

Ivan closed his eyes and sensed it, trying to see if he could teleport out with phantom shifting.

Unfortunately, the answer is no!

It's still Hogwarts, and it's more like an extension of the Room of Requirement, so wizards' teleportation magic can't be used here.

The exception to this rule was the venue for the Triwizard Cup, where the space blockade was lifted to facilitate access to the Aurors and the transportation of building materials.

This is also the reason why Barty Jr. has obviously gained Harry's trust in the original plane, but he does not directly stuff the portkey to him, but waits for Harry to break through and win the championship.

Damn, Barty Crouch Jr. didn't really intend to die with him......

Ivan frowned and turned to look at Dumbledore, only to find that his face was calm.

Suddenly, an ethereal song resounded in the confined space, and the golden-red phoenix Fawkes flew out of nowhere, dragging a tattered humanoid creature on its claws, and flew towards them.

"Great, it's Fawkes!" Hermione screamed with joy, knowing that this strange phoenix could teleport at Hogwarts and take them out.

At the same time, the cracking of the surrounding space became more and more serious, and even the floor they stepped on appeared several deep cracks, and Ivan vaguely felt that his body was constantly being squeezed and pulled by the space.

"Don't move, get ready!" Dumbledore said in a deep voice, grabbing Moody on the ground with a force that was completely unsuitable for his age.

What to prepare? Ivan was surprised, and then he saw that Fawkes's body was burning with golden-red flames, and from a distance, it looked like another large hot fireball was crashing towards him.

With a loud singing, the golden-red fireball exploded, and the flames in the sky occupied Ivan's entire field of vision, and quickly extended to everyone's body.

Then there was a whirlwind, and by the time Ivan came to his senses again, he was already in the headmaster's office.

It was late at night, and it was raining outside the window, and the cold wind was blowing in through the open window.

A few candles are lit on the central desk, which is lit along with the roaring fireplace.

After Phoenix Fawkes brought a few more people here, he abandoned the charred corpse under his claws, flew to the olive branch, and leisurely combed his feathers.

Under the blowing of the cold wind, Ivan's tense emotions slowly eased, but he still had some palpitations when he thought of the experience just now, and couldn't help but look at Dumbledore and asked.

"Professor Dumbledore, what would have happened if we hadn't escaped in time just now?"

"It's going to be torn apart along with that space!" Dumbledore said cautiously, "But at the moment when the space completely collapses, we will break away from Hogwarts, and if the timing is good enough, we will have a chance to use apparition before our bodies are completely torn apart." ”

"If there's no Fawkes, that's your only chance of life!"

Dumbledore explained to Ivan and helped the unconscious Moody to a chair, and Hermione hurried up to help, she was worried that Dumbledore's body would be crushed by Moody's weight.

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Ivan fell into deep thought, so it seemed that Barty Crouch Jr. was deliberately using super-large blasting magic in a confined space.

No matter whether this magic can blow itself up or not, that space will inevitably collapse, and this is the real killer move!

If he entered there alone, in a situation where life and death were at stake, Ivan would not dare to say that he would be able to seize that glimmer of life.

Thinking like this, Ivan couldn't help but be a little afraid.

Of course, he was forced to this point mainly because he misestimated Barty Jr.'s determination, and he didn't expect the other party to choose to die with him, so he retained part of his strength when he started.

After all, he needed to capture Moody and Barty Jr. alive as much as possible and ask for information about Voldemort.

Coupled with the fact that he had always wanted to try his newfound bloodline magic, Ivan spent most of his time fighting with the power of dragonization, completely ignoring Snake Eye and Boggart's transformation.

As Ivan thought, Dumbledore pressed his elderberry wand against Moody's temple, pulling wisps of white mist out of Moody's brain.

Dumbledore leaned closer, his eyes glowing with blue light under his half-moon glasses, and he could clearly see a slight impurity in the white mist.

"Looks like you're right, Hals, Voldemort modified Alasto's memories and cast the Imperius Curse on him!" There was a rare hint of anger on Dumbledore's face.

"Then Professor Moody will be fine, right?" Ivan hurriedly asked, Moody had been controlled by the Imperius Curse for more than half a year, and Ivan was worried about whether the new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor would suffer brain damage or something.

"Fortunately, in order to ensure Alasto's autonomy to the greatest extent, Voldemort has done it very carefully, and there should be no sequelae." Dumbledore explained as he gently waved his wand, peeling away the impurities from the white mist.

It took more than ten minutes for Dumbledore to put the wisps of white mist back into Moody's brain.

Ivan watched this scene, and secretly said in his heart, if Dumbledore had crooked thoughts, he could add some material and change Moody's memory unconsciously, which is also the horror of the Master of Remembrance.

"I've combed through his memories for the last year, and I'm sure Alastor will be back to normal in a little while...... For now, let's give him a little rest. Dumbledore lowered his wand, looking a little tired.

Finding those altered memories and restoring them is not an easy task, and carelessness can cause Moody to wake up insane.

After settling Moody, Dumbledore set his sights on the charred humanoid corpse on the ground.

Ivan also took a look at it, it could only be described as a mass of human-shaped barbecue, the chest cavity of the corpse was blown open, a piece of flesh and blood was blurred, and it was steaming under the high temperature, which was so disgusting that people couldn't eat.

He could only recognize it from his size and the palm of his hand with two severed fingers, as Barty Crouch Jr.

Why bother......

Ivan sighed and shook his head.

Barty Crouch Jr. gave everything for Voldemort, not to mention his cheating father, and even wanted to die with himself, but according to Voldemort's temperament, it is impossible to be sad about Barty Jr.'s death, only angry at his incompetence......