"Ladies and gentlemen, you have come at a good time."

Medea looked at the group that had come with Dumbledore and Fudge.

"If it's a little bit later, I'm afraid we alone won't be able to stop Voldemort's prison robbery."

There was a grief on her face.

"We have so many of our companions who have been killed, and their souls, even if they are forcibly left behind by me, are no longer able to live like normal people. Anyway, I'll leave it to you next. ”

As she spoke, the four Medeas who had just been involved in the battle began to retreat at the same time.

It was clear that, as she had said, she was going to give up the battlefield to Dumbledore and them.

Everyone knows that Medea is pure nonsense. But she can also be regarded as sending a step to another group of people.

If Dumbledore was to be careful, he might have to deal with Medea and Voldemort. It's better to just let go of Medea and the Witch Society, and go all out to deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters first.

This is according to common sense.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to mean to let Medea get out easily, he smiled and asked, "Did Miss Slytherin just pass through here?" ”

"That's right." Medea nodded as usual, "We ......"

She looked at the group behind her.

"Our Witch Society is just a magical association formed by a common ideal, and it is inevitable that it will be difficult to deal with this kind of criminal activity of robbing prisons, and it is more justified that this kind of matter should be handled by the Ministry of Magic."

With that, she looked at Fudge, as if to consult his opinion.

"What do you say, Minister Fudge?"

"Yes, that's right." Fudge nodded, "Miss Slytherin is right, in the wizarding world, only the Ministry of Magic is the only one who can properly deal with wizards' criminal activities. ”

Fudge had already moved closer to Medea and would certainly speak to her.

And he glanced at Dumbledore from time to time as he spoke, as if he meant something.

Obviously, he was implying that Dumbledore was just a headmaster, but he had too many things to do.

"Hahahahaha......"

As soon as Fudge finished speaking, Voldemort threw up his head and laughed.

"Hahahaha......"

He pointed his finger at Dumbledore and then at Fudge.

"This is the Minister of Magic today? The British Ministry of Magic is really getting more and more unseemly, where does he look like a minister? It's like a funny clown! ”

"You ......"

Fudge's chubby face flushed, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his neck shrank in Voldemort's direct gaze and swallowed back.

Voldemort laughed a few more mockingly.

He didn't take Fudge in his eyes, but took aim at Dumbledore.

"You're still so hypocritical, Dumbledore." He scoffed and said, "Always claiming to be the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods, and putting such an idiot in the high position of Minister of Magic......"

Shaking his head, Voldemort continued, "That's what makes you most uncomfortable. Magic is power, the equality of wizards and Muggles is just a joke, why would a powerful wizard tolerate such a fool riding on his head? ”

Fudge's lips trembled rapidly, and his face began to turn purple with anger.

Dumbledore, however, remained calm and did not get angry at Voldemort's words.

He just calmly said, "There are things you can't understand and haven't experienced before, and this will be your biggest failure and flaw, Tom." ”

"I don't think I need your teachings anymore, Dumbledore." Voldemort replied disapprehantly.

With a disgusted expression on his face, he looked at Medea on the other side.

"Are you trying to back down now, Medea?" He exclaimed, "No, you don't, you crave my soul, you just want me and Dumbledore to fight first, and then take advantage of it." ”

Medea sighed, "Wouldn't it be good to let me leave first, Tom, or do you want to see me besiege you with Mr. Headmaster, in that case, even you won't be able to handle it." ”

As she spoke, she glanced at Fudge again.

Fudge gasped twice and shouted an order to the Aurors behind him, "Aurors, take down the dark wizards who are intent on robbing the prison immediately!" ”

But instead of moving immediately, the Aurors looked at Ms. Burns, the direct leader of their Law Enforcement Division.

"Rest easy." Ms. Burns said calmly.

The Aurors immediately fell silent and stood still.

"Burns!" Fudge turned his head and glared angrily, "This is the Minister's order!" ”

Ms. Burns kept her eyes straight ahead and ignored him.

Fudge began to gasp for air rapidly, "You...... You ......"

"It's too noisy, idiot."

Voldemort frowned, raised his hand, and a red light shot out of his wand, instantly in front of Fudge.

Fudge didn't even have time to pull out his wand, his eyes widened in horror.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore came to the rescue.

With a flick of his wand in his hand, the red spell flew away.

Sweating profusely, Fudge staggered back a few steps and almost sat on the ground.

"Why protect him? It's just an incompetent Minister of Magic. Voldemort asked, puzzled, "Wouldn't it be good to teach him a lesson?" ”

Dumbledore didn't answer, but Miss Burns spoke without fear and in a blunt tone, "Minister Fudge hasn't broken the law, and if everyone decides that he doesn't resign, people will impeach him and elect a new minister." ”

She said something ruthless, but Fudge was in no mood to reprimand her at this point.

The minister was already scared and wanted to shrink his fat body into a ball.

Voldemort didn't pay any attention to Lady Burns either, but smiled at Dumbledore, "It seems you're not in a hurry, cunning old fellow. But it's okay, I'll have to deal with my relationship with Medea first. ”

Dumbledore remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Voldemort seemed to be a master of art, and he was not afraid of Dumbledore's sudden sneak attack on him, so he said directly to Medea: "So let's continue the battle between us, Medea." ”

Medea was silent for a few seconds before saying, "You can't kill me, Tom." ”

"I know." Voldemort nodded, "Even if I defeat you a few more times, it will only be a few more ceramic dolls, and you don't even have the real body to come here." ”

"If you know, it's good." Medea smiled.

"But I'm not going to just give up."

The expression on Voldemort's face grew hideous.

"Never, no one has ever been able to get away with me like that, even if you are my ancestor, you have to pay enough price! I'm Voldemort! ”

His scarlet eyes widened, his pupils had shrunk into a slit, and there were several veins clearly bulging on his bare head.

"But fortunately, you are my ancestor, although it is far away, we do have this blood connection."

Voldemort grinned and slashed the major artery in his arm with his fingernails.

Blood spurted straight from the wound, but he didn't seem to feel the pain.

"I killed a total of seven people just now, but no one knew it, I used a special little trick!"

A thick black mist spread from his cuffs and the hem of his robes, mixed with spurting blood, floating behind him, slowly forming the shape of seven skulls.

Although it was composed of black mist, the eyes of those skeletons shone with a strange blood-red light.

"Even if you collect their souls with that necklace, it's useless!"

Voldemort reached over the wound, and his arm immediately stopped bleeding.

His voice roared like a demon, "The moment they were killed by me, their souls were already branded as mine!" ”

The faces of the five Medeas changed dramatically at the same time, and the Medea holding the necklace raised her hand and threw the necklace out.

Voldemort laughed, "Do you just understand now?" But it's too late! The curse has been accomplished! No matter what you do, you can't stop it! ”

As he spoke, seven skulls made up of black mist exploded behind him at the same time.

At the same time, the necklace that Medea had thrown on the ground flew up, emitting the same black mist and red light.

Click......

Click, click......

The crisp sound of crumbling ceramics sounded one after another.

Of those who had previously been "revived" by Medea, black cracks began to appear in the skin of the seven wizards who died at the hands of Voldemort.

"Ah......h

"Miss Slytherin......"

"Help us!"

Black mist spread from the cracks in their skin, and those cracks began to widen, spreading throughout their bodies.

Medea's face was very ugly, but she didn't do anything about it.

Perhaps, as Voldemort said, she couldn't stop it.

The screams rang out one after another, and the other members of the Witch Society around them involuntarily retreated several steps.

Especially the ceramic people who were also "revived" by Medea, they were trembling with fear at this moment.

Bang bang!

The bodies of the seven cracked ceramic figures were completely blown into powder

The necklace floating in the air also exploded.

Immediately afterward, visible to the naked eye, the appearance of the five Medeas stiffened at the same time, and the appearance that originally looked like a real person returned to its ceramic color, and even cracks appeared on the surface of the skin.

"I can hold on for a while." Medea said, "Get out of here first!" ”

"Grevis!"

Mr. Graves threw the fireplace again in the crowd.

Boom!

The fireplace grew larger and the green flame ignited, and Mr. Grevis was the first to jump into the flames and disappear, followed by the others.

The Witch Society began to retreat.

The five Medeas moved, their movements slightly stiff, but they were still in a row in front of the fireplace.

But Voldemort didn't make another move, but just watched the Witch Society retreat.

"Cursed ......"

Scott muttered that it was relatively unfamiliar territory to him.

Broadly speaking, Curse is a type of dark magic spell and the most evil of the dark arts.

Curses come in many forms, with varying magical powers, but most can cause serious harm or suffering, such as excruciating pain, mind control, or outright death.

Scott didn't know much about the curse, so he didn't understand Voldemort's operations at all, just as he didn't understand how Voldemort had cursed Hogwarts in Defence Against the Dark Arts class in the first place.

The departure of the Witch Society went very well, and neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore objected to the men leaving Azkaban through that fireplace.

Only Ms. Burns pulled out a notebook and a woollen pen and wrote down the names of all the members of the Witch Society.

Seeing that the entire Witch Society was about to leave, Fudge, who had been standing beside Dumbledore and Miss Burns, moved.

"Wait for me! I'm getting out of here too! ”

He spread his legs and ran in the direction of the fireplace.

"Fudge!"

Dumbledore shouted, but Fudge ran faster.

"Avada suo."

At the same time, Voldemort's voice was already ringing.

Dumbledore was about to make a move when a dazzling green light struck Fudge's back with lightning speed.

"Is he crazy? Or were you just scared silly? Scott smacked his tongue.

He felt that Fudge was looking for his own death.

Voldemort didn't continue to attack him before, did he think he wouldn't be attacked again?

It was only because he was standing next to Dumbledore just now, and Voldemort didn't want to fight Dumbledore that soon.

The reason why those people in the Witch Society were able to leave smoothly was because of Medea guarding there.

With a bang, Fudge's fat body fell to the ground heavily.

At the same time, the All Witchcraft Wizards stepped into the flames of the fireplace.

The green flame goes out, and the fireplace begins to shrink.

Medea, who was already covered with small cracks, lifted her foot and smashed the smaller fireplace with her high heels.

"Looks like you can't hold on anymore." Voldemort smiled and said to Medea, "Next, savor the long pain I have brought you, so that you will not forget that I am Voldemort, a great wizard." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the four Medeas collapsed one after another, turning into porcelain shards all over the floor.

"Of course, I'll remember the pain, Tom."

As the last Medea spoke, porcelain began to fall off her face.

"It may be that I was impressed by your powerless image when we first met, so I habitually underestimated you, in short, this time you won."

"No need to make excuses, I'm just stronger than you." Voldemort said fiercely, "The law of the jungle is the immutable law, and I will never be your food." ”

"It's okay, I still have a lot of time."

Medea smiled, then her expression froze, her eyes were glazed, and her body fell directly to the ground and shattered.

"The prophecy has come true." Scott said.

When all five Medeas fell, the Thestrals that she and the Witch Society had brought to the island flew up.

They circled in the air twice, seemed to be orienting, and then flew away.

"Thestrals flew to Hogwarts." Scott switched the surveillance screen to look at the direction of Thestrals and made a judgment, "This means that the control that Medea has exerted on them has failed. ”

This shows that Voldemort's curse had a great impact on Medea.

"Voldemort is really good." Scott exclaimed, "It's not in vain that I let him come out early." ”

Medea should then enter a period of weakness, which will greatly facilitate Scott's actions in the future.

"Those dark stars will eventually return, and just as the old and the new alternate, the resurgent witches will be in crisis."

Scott repeated the prophecy.

Now that Medea has been cursed by Voldemort, Fudge has died, and the Dark Stars (Thestrals) are finally returning to Hogwarts.

Scott couldn't help but sigh again, "The so-called replacement of the old and the new is really a change of Minister of Magic......

He remembered what Luna had said before the holidays.

He could be sure that Luna really had a high aptitude for prophecy.

"Next, will Dumbledore defeat Voldemort?" Rimbaud asked.

Scott shook his head, "Probably not ......"

After all, Harry was still Voldemort's Horcrux, and even if Dumbledore defeated him now, he would not be able to completely destroy the Dark Lord.

With Dumbledore's wisdom, he should be looking for a solution to Voldemort once and for all.

Scott looked at the frame in the mirror, waiting with anticrative anticipation to see the official confrontation between Dumbledore and Voldemort.