Outside the door, the four of Death Eaters, Werewolves, Vampires and MRs are in the thick of a fierce battle.

It is better to say that at this time they are in danger of being attacked by these three groups.

Ginny was doing well, running to dodge and casting spells with precision.

Under the ruthless onslaught, two Death Eaters had already fallen under her Avadaso Curse.

A black bat-like figure swooped down from the sky, bright red eyes and eerie fangs.

Ginny flicked her wand upward, and a huge ball of flame surrounded the vampire.

With a scream, the vampire was reduced to ashes.

Just when the Death Eaters were furious.

A figure that made their angry blood suddenly cool down.

"Wang Yong!"

"It's Wang Yong!"

"Run!" The monsters or Death Eaters screamed.

Wang Yong just levitated in the air and watched them.

One by one, they either ran or hid their figures.

Wang Yong took out a silver ** staff that had not been used for a long time.

He flicked his wand sharply, and for a moment, the wizards seemed to feel the space around them tighten a little.

Then one white cross after another appeared in the air.

They involuntarily flew off the ground.

"No!" Those werewolf vampires struggled desperately, and although their physical strength was generally greater than that of ordinary humans, it was to no avail.

They were chained to the cross, and the gold and silver ropes bound their hands and feet, so that they could not even struggle.

The wizards found that they were not disarmed, and tried their best to cast the spell, but found that it was to no avail.

Like a Muggle who doesn't know magic, he has words in his mouth, but he doesn't react.

This scene reminded Wang Yong of the nightmares he had when he first entered the wizarding world, losing his magical abilities and becoming a Muggle, waving his wand but not responding.

These terrible dreams often woke him up in the middle of the night, and then found a sense of reality in the treacherous moonlight, calming his frightened mind.

The four men on the run also stopped, watching with interest as the Death Eaters and evil creatures who had just run after them were powerlessly tied to the cross.

Wang Yong smiled and transformed his magic again, and the white-gold spikes slowly manifested in the void, and the Death Eaters and evil creatures burst into tears, wailing hoarsely and begging for mercy.

The lives of Death Eaters are handled by the Ministry of Magic, but the lives of werewolves and vampires are not up to them.

The spikes that appeared in the air slowly pierced into the limbs and heads of the evil creatures.

The bright light was a little dazzling for a moment, and the next moment only a few cries of pain could be heard.

In a brief moment of brilliance, they were purified by this holy light, and only the ashes were scattered in the quiet air.

It was quiet, and the Death Eaters seemed to be stupefied.

The next moment, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared: "The prophecy ball gets ......"

Wang Yong turned his head and looked at Voldemort, who seemed to be a little paler, and the expression on his face was no longer the madness that everything was under control, but a kind of ruthlessness and cringe.

Seeing Wang Yong's head, his slender red eyes almost burst out.

He didn't want to immediately phantom and escape.

Everything doesn't matter anymore, whether it's about Potter's prophecy, or Death Eaters, werewolves, it's just your own life that matters.

At this moment of the phantom shifting, Voldemort seemed to rise and rise from the deep sea of great pressure, and finally poked his head out of the deep sea and saw the sky.

He understood the absurdity of what he had done in the past few decades, in order to achieve his goals, in order to seize power, he had many ways and many ways to go, but he took the stupidest one, and finally tasted the most bitter fruit.

Twenty years ago, many people were dissatisfied with the increasing importance of Muggle-born wizards in the wizarding world, and were dissatisfied with some of the implicit preferential policies given to them, after all, the taxes were all from the original wizards, and according to the nature of the assets, the larger the family, the heavier the taxes, thus arousing the resistance of pure-blood wizards, and many half-blood wizards also complained that if they raised their arms at that time, they could reach high positions without means of bloody slaughter.

Or he is not obsessed with prophecy, and he doesn't need to take action himself, and he is ecstatic to let Snape kill Jaime, and Dumbledore casually introduces his own magic position, which is only a dead end, and he has repeatedly fought with Potter to the death.

In the end, when I came back again, I found that I was already behind the times, the new genius had risen, and I was completely crushed, and the business that the old man had not been able to complete in the new era of rapid change once again went through the same path, and the difficulty would rise several levels.

In this flash of lightning, Voldemort's mind flashed through countless thoughts.

But the next moment, with a "snap", he suddenly fell out of the suddenly confined space.

High in the air, he suddenly fell next to the fountain of his brothers in front of the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

As soon as I stood up, I felt a tremendous pressure rushing over my face.

Surrounded by black-pressed wizards.

On the left is the Ministry of Magic, led by Amelia Bones, Scrimgeour and other officials and Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, and on the right is the Order of the Phoenix group led by Dumbledore, Dumbledore, Lupin, Sirius Black and others.

Whispers came from every corner, like the disturbing tide of the orphanage cave.

"Behold, that is the mystery man......"

"What a mystery man? I mean Voldemort. ”

"Oh yes, mystery man, I mean Voldemort doesn't seem to be that scary, but his face is as flat as a snake, and his pupils are blood-colored slits......"

"It's so embarrassing, it doesn't look like the strongest dark wizard of the twentieth century......"

The men judged him without any nervousness, as if they were a strange new animal in the zoo.

Like the insults he suffered when he was first assigned to Slytherin as a Muggle-born person.

He struggled to his feet, just touching his wand.

Another figure suddenly appeared in the air.

It was Wang Yong.

For a moment, Voldemort quickly felt that his whole body was not listening.

The next moment he was tied to a large black wooden shelf, his hands and feet were tightly tied, and he was nailed with long black nails.

There seemed to be some strange power on it that made him completely incapable of using magic, like a Muggle.

Wang Yong landed slowly: "Minister Bones, Headmaster Dumbledore, Voldemort has been caught. ”