"I know! He's angry right now...... It's so uncomfortable......" Harry crouched down uncomfortably with one hand and his head in the other, and it took a lot of effort to resist Voldemort's mental invasion, "Well, I've managed to close my brain." ”

"Well done!" Lockhart encouraged, but before he could rejoice, a violent wave of magic filled the halls of the Ministry of Magic, and it felt like the space was going to be torn apart.

"Someone is trying to force a transfiguration in, be careful!" Scrimgeour drew his wand and shouted nervously, as three tall, thin, black-masked men appeared in the hall with a large puff of mist. The head of the snake's terrible face, pale and haggard, with scarlet eyes with pupils like a thin slit, stared coldly at the people around him.

Voldemort's bold presence in front of this large group of Aurors far exceeded Lockhart's expectations, after all, in the original books, he left in a hurry as soon as the Aurors were about to enter the arena. Voldemort's wand fingers were elegantly held in his right hand, and the tip of the wand tapped casually against the palm of his left hand. It seems that he didn't think about who to kill first. Behind him stood two Death Eaters who were difficult to deal with at first glance.

Lockhart stood there stiffly, not daring to move. Everyone held their breath, only a third of the people present had seen Voldemort in the last Wizarding War, including the young Lockhart, and it was that experience that scared him out of the way and decided to leave the Ministry of Magic. Among them, the only ones who fought Voldemort head-on were Moody and Scrimgeour, oh, and Harry.

All the Aurors raised their wands and pointed at Voldemort and his party in the field, and Lockhart, Lupin, Blake and several other Phoenix Orders did not dare to silently put their hands into their pockets, crushed the note given by Dumbledore, and begged Dumbledore to come quickly.

――

"Looks like my poor servant has let me down again......" Voldemort walked slowly to the bundle of bound Death Eaters in the middle, where several of the young Aurors immediately backed away from him, "so much so that they had to call me?"

"Master......" Barty Jr. lowered his head, not daring to look into Voldemort's eyes.

"Oops! I almost didn't notice......" Voldemort looked around, "so many old and new friends have come to welcome me! I'm so impressed, what trick should I show for everyone?"

Voldemort's unattended appearance enraged Moody, and he strode out: "Voldemort, you dare to come here, suffer death!

As if at the signal, all the Aurors attacked at the same time, and the barrage of spells nearly overwhelmed Voldemort. Two of Voldemort's men ducked to the side, seemingly unprepared to help. But a moment later, Voldemort reappeared just a few meters away—he forcibly moved several meters away in an instant with the powerful anti-illusion magic of the Ministry of Magic, and no one else present could do it with this hand.

"Alastor Moody, I haven't seen you for more than a decade, and you're still—so presumptuous!" Voldemort said in a deep voice, a violent flash of white light, and Moody raised his wand to block the attack, but was still knocked back several steps, barely able to stand. "--And you!"

Voldemort looked at the other Aurors present and waved his hand to block a few attacks, "It seems that I have to make you understand why I can be called the Dark Lord, and you are just pariahs!"

In a battle of this level, unless both sides are exhausted, the death curse is almost impossible to achieve. Voldemort had killed more than a dozen Aurors, and he knew it well, so he didn't use the Death Curse. He finished his lines arrogantly, and with a dashing wave of his wand, the magic power in the entire hall rolled and moved, and all the Aurors who had launched an attack just now felt the white light shooting, and then they were hit by a strong force, and they took a few steps back, and the ones who were slightly inferior were already pushed to the ground.

Now that there are no characters who can fight him, Voldemort feels relaxed and at ease.

Lockhart was glad that he hadn't attacked, otherwise he wouldn't have dared to guarantee that he would still be able to stand at this time, and he immediately feigned the panic that a teenager should have, hoping not to attract Voldemort's attention. The gap in strength is too great, and any courage is just an empty word.

Seeing that no one continued to attack, Voldemort raised his wand in satisfaction: "Anthony, get out of here with those rice buckets." ”

Voldemort's cousin shocked everyone present, even the bravest few little Gryffindors, at this time they also opened their mouths wide and did not dare to do more, the Aurors picked up their injured companions, their wands were tightly pointed at Voldemort, the Minister of Magic was coming with several elite Aurors, and the strike department had also been dispatched, every Auror was a precious resource, and there was no need to fight hard now.

The two Death Eaters also loosened the ropes from the bound Death Eaters in the field, and left with them through the fireplace.

――

"So, what about my prophecy orbs?" Voldemort said softly without looking at the Death Eaters, scanning the crowd with his scarlet, cold eyes, "months of preparation, months of hard work, and the bunch of rice buckets under my command will eventually have to be brought by myself!"

"This must be the last child of the Black family, Sirius Black!" Voldemort pretended to be surprised, "Your family is loyal to my cause, and I can't bear to do anything to you." ”

Under Voldemort's gaze, Cyrus Black broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't say a word when he was about to taunt him back.

Voldemort didn't keep looking at him, and after a glance, he saw Harry, and the prophecy orb in Harry's hand.

"It turned out to be you...... I'm not surprised, Potter. Voldemort said in a calm tone as if he were chatting with a friend, "You've been making trouble for me for a long time. So, are you going to give me the Prophecy Orb now, or am I going to get it after I kill you?"

"Death won't give it to you!" replied Harry without hesitation.

"Oh. Then you will die, Avada Suo!"

Harry didn't react at all, he thought he would have to ask a few questions, and he was going to do a move to smash the prophecy ball. His mind was blank at this point, and his wand was of no use to the floor.

Lockhart was ready, he didn't have the confidence to block Voldemort's attack with a spell, so after Voldemort finished speaking, "Die." In an instant, he cast the Flying Curse on a large stone next to him, and the stone flew in front of Harry, blocking the Death Curse.