"Cough, cough, cough......"

With the help of several sluggish Aoro, Scrimgeour clutched his chest and struggled to get up, but as soon as he was halfway up, a sharp pain came from his muscles and bones, and he fell to the ground again.

"Minister!"

"I ...... I didn't ...... It's okay......"

In just a few words, Scrimgeour felt as if he had exhausted all his strength, and he could only gasp for air. After a while, I felt a little better.

"How are our people?" He asked softly.

"Loss...... Heavy losses. Ao Luo, who was beside him, replied heavily, "There are only twelve of us left......

"What about the others!"

"Both...... ......" Ao Luo took a deep breath, "I'm sorry Minister, we're a step late, and by the time we get them out of that damn bunch of vines, they'll all be ......"

"That's it!" Scrimgeour interrupted Ao Luo's words, shaking his head slightly, staring at the two men who were still fighting.

After a long time, he sighed: "They ...... It's all good guys......"

The voice was very soft, like a murmur, but the fists clenched at some point, even if there was a sharp pain, it still did not relax.

"What about the students?" Scrimgeour asked again.

"Professor McGonagall, they're here, and we've rescued them."

"That's good...... That's good......"

His heart finally relaxed slightly, and the strong feeling of dizziness immediately engulfed him, and he fell directly on his back. But in the end, he didn't fall directly to the ground, and the Oros caught him.

Dumbledore's arrival relieved everyone, but Dumbledore had a solemn face and carefully responded to Ike's fierce attack.

Indeed, as Horace had said, he was no longer as agile as he had been in previous years. It's not just about his skills and reactions, it's about his magical sense of smell.

In the face of Ike's cold attacks, he relied more often on his own experience to predict. Several times, his mind thought of it, but the movements of his hands slowed down.

The curse had weakened him!

Fortunately, with the Elder Wand, the power of magic can still be guaranteed, so Ike must be careful to deal with every spell he throws, which gives him a little breathing room.

But looking at Ike in front of him, who was constantly improving and gradually adapting, Dumbledore knew very well that he was no longer his opponent......

In contrast, Ike was much more excited. Although the previous battle had consumed a lot of his mana, without using those large-scale, high-damage magic, with the rapid recovery of the magic brought by taking the olive fruit, he was now six or seven percent better, and he could even be called in good condition.

This kind of high-intensity, high-quality combat is not common, and it has also made Ike's combat experience improve rapidly. Even if Dumbledore didn't want to, he could only admit that he was now Ike's whetstone.

The more Ike fought, the more excited he became, the faster the spell was cast, and gradually, there were some subtle changes. Both he and Dumbledore were aware of this, but their moods were different.

Dumbledore's spell casting gradually slowed down, although he could still block Ike's attack, but it was limited to that, and he could only fight back coldly from time to time, but it was only painless, and most of them were dodged by Ike's phantom migration.

Suddenly!

After blocking an attacking spell, the phantom shifted to dodge another spell that followed, but in the face of another spell that appeared in front of him again, he was about to raise his wand to block it, but his right hand twitched suddenly.

"Bang!"

The wand came out directly, and his body was also beaten upside down and flew out, so he adjusted his center of gravity in embarrassment so that he did not fall to the ground.

Ignoring the flying Elder Wand, Ekri raised his hand and threw out two spells. A white light struck the Elder Wand, sending it back to Dumbledore, and another green light fell directly on Dumbledore.

This time, Dumbledore's reaction was still a step slower, and only after the green light hit his body did he use the silent and silent spell, although he was inevitably sent flying again, but there was a little smile on his face.

"Smack!"

Ike frowned, and his left hand subconsciously touched his abdomen. When I looked again, I saw only bright red blood on my hands. He staggered under his feet, and took several steps backwards to stabilize his figure, and by this time the blood had flowed out so much that it stained the hem of his clothes red.

"He's hurt! Get him! ”

Scrimgeour suddenly came to his senses and shouted. But before he could finish speaking, Sirius was the first to throw a spell.

"It's all petrified!"

"Smack!"

Ike waved his hand to block the spell, but inevitably touched the wound on his abdomen, and cold sweat began to run down his forehead.

Coldly looking at Sirius and the others who were rushing over, Ike waved his wand and disappeared directly in place.

"Damn it!"

Sirius cursed, and kicked the broken branch on the ground as if venting, which immediately touched the wound on his body, and made him grin in pain.

Seeing Ike leave, the Weasleys ran straight to Dumbledore's side. Helping him up, he asked with concern, "Albus, how are you?" ”

"It's alright, Molly." With a smile on his face, Dumbledore picked up the wand next to him and stood up with the Weasleys helping him up.

After a slight sweep of the dust from his robes, Dumbledore laughed, "It's just a little sore, I dare say Ike must be much worse than I am." After saying that, he winked at the two.

Mrs. Weasley didn't respond to Dumbledore's lame joke, let go of the hand that was holding him with a straight face, and without speaking, she left and walked to where Bill, Ginny, and Fleur were.

"Is my joke so funny, Arthur?" Dumbledore looked at Mr. Weasley, who was still holding him, puzzled, but only smiled good-naturedly.

Before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Scrimgeour who staggered over.

"Albus, how's it going?"

"I'm fine, Rufus, but you're going to need to recuperate for a while." Dumbledore looked at Scrimgeour and said seriously.

"I've sent a message to the Ministry, and the men from the Ministry of Magic and St. Mungo's will arrive soon, enough for the wounded to be well cared for." Scrimgeour said, the fierceness in his eyes fleeting.

Dumbledore looked like usual and said, "That's great......

As he was talking, there was suddenly an extra person beside him. She wore square glasses and dark green robes, and before she could speak, she heard Dumbledore ask, "How are the students, Minerva?" ”

"Luckily, only a few unlucky ones hit the corner of the table, and Poppy has already cured them." Professor McGonagall replied, bowing slightly to Scrimgeour.

"Minister."

"Professor McGonagall." Scrimgeour nodded slightly as a greeting, and then said to Dumbledore, "That's it for now, Albus, I'm sure there's a lot going on." ”

"yes, there's such a mess...... Dumbledore said, "but I'd like to have a good chat with you later." ”

"Yes." Scrimgeour nodded in agreement, then turned and limped away.

As he walked away, Dumbledore suddenly turned to look at Professor McGonagall, and as if he had suddenly remembered something, he asked, "By the way, Minerva, the students are all in school now." ”

"Yes." Professor McGonagall said.

"That's not going to work." Dumbledore shook his head, "They have to get out of Hogsmeade Station, at least the freshmen." ”

"Merlin is on top! Do you want to get the little ones who were scared out to do it all over again? Professor McGonagall looked incredulous.

"Of course, Minerva, it's tradition." Dumbledore said solemnly, "The more times like this, the more precious the tradition becomes. ”

"Magic should be beautiful and wonderful, and we have a chance to erase the wounds in their hearts......"

"They, but our future, Minerva......"

As he spoke, he patted Professor McGonagall on the shoulder with his right hand, then winked mischievously, and folded his hands in front of him.

Professor McGonagall glanced at it subconsciously and nodded slightly, but did not react to anything else, but the image of the hands was imprinted in her mind.

One is very pale, and the other is also very pale.

Morbid pallor......