The Aurors were furious, raised their wands, and one spell after another flew towards Voldemort in the air.

Voldemort looked at the spells in the sky, without any panic, and let the spells fly for a moment before he raised his wand.

The wand stood in front of him, and a glowing barrier appeared in front of him, forming a semicircle, covering a large area in front of him.

Spells of different colors and emotions struck the barrier, causing ripples on it, and as the spells became scarcer, the barrier gradually calmed down and returned to its original state.

The first wave of the spell was simply fended off by Voldemort.

In the eyes of everyone, Voldemort has always been very relaxed, his hands and wand maintain their original movements, and there is no change.

Seeing this, the Death Eaters behind them were shocked and cheered, "Master! Master" shouted, excited, as if it were their own record.

However, Voldemort did not indulge in their praise, but found it very noisy, and threw it down with a backhand.

The Death Eaters below withstood their master's wrath with blank expressions on their faces, and let out a terrible cry for mercy.

"Ah! Don't, master, don't punish me! I killed an Auror!"

A Death Eater said with difficulty, enduring the pain of his heart.

"Oh~"

Voldemort looked interested and withdrew the Diamond Curse, and all the Death Eaters breathed a sigh of relief.

The Death Eater looked at Voldemort with a flattering expression.

On the other side, the Aurors couldn't help but doubt themselves when they saw that the man who couldn't even mention his name easily blocked the spell they had collectively released, and their morale was low.

When the head of the Auror Command saw this scene, he was also anxious.

Upon seeing Voldemort turn his gaze towards his Death Eaters, he suddenly shouted loudly:

"He's not invincible, his magic alone is limited, we can't let him rest, everyone go on, I just noticed that his hand with his wand is shaking!"

As the words fell, he took the lead in attacking Voldemort, who was carrying them on his back.

When Voldemort heard this, there was a difference in his heart, was the director's eyes so good? He's suppressed very slightly, can you still see it?

The director of the Auror Command didn't expect that he would make it up casually and guess correctly.

Indeed, at this time, Voldemort could not easily resist such a wizard, and it was the collective attack of the Aurors.

When that wave of spells landed on the magic barrier, he felt the overwhelming pressure for the first time.

What he thought was easy was far from what he thought, which made Voldemort feel a little ashamed.

Although it was blocked, for Voldemort, who had a high standard, it was equivalent to not being blocked.

And those cheering Death Eaters just hit the muzzle of his gun and became his punching bag.

When he turned around, he was greeted by one spell after another.

Unlike last time, fending off was no longer Voldemort's only option, and he skillfully used various wizarding duel techniques.

or conjure a flock of birds, which automatically fly towards the spells cast by the Aurors, canceling them out;

Or wrap the wand with magic power, and swipe towards the spell in front of you, and the direction of the spell is instantly changed, flying in other directions, and some even give it to the Auror himself;

or cast the [Iron Armor Spell] to cancel out or reflect certain spells;

......

Watching Voldemort come and go in the rain of spells, the Aurors not only did not lose down, but raised a glimmer of hope for confrontation.

Receiving their spells without moving is what they fear most.

Since it moves, it means that it can be defeated.

The Aurors regained their old experience, and the angles of the spells they shot at Voldemort became more and more tricky, forcing Voldemort to deal with them with some thought.

Even, among the Aurors, there are some who attack him with black magic, and he is even more

Until I saw the shadow of the [Curse].

To do this, he needs to concentrate on these special spells that are mixed in with ordinary spells.

Although he had already made a Horcrux at this point, his physical body would still be killed.

Moreover, without a body, there is no magic, and a soul that cannot use magic cannot do anything for Voldemort.

"You stupid guys, go on!"

Voldemort turned to the Death Eaters who were watching the excitement behind him, and he didn't know that he thought they were masters and servants.

As soon as they were scolded by Voldemort, they immediately reacted and joined the fight.

Some Death Eaters had long wanted to cast a few spells, but without Voldemort's orders, they could only wait and see.

With an evil laugh, they pulled out their wands.

Spells with wanton madness echoed around them, all of them spells of evil black magic.

With the addition of the Death Eaters, the scales began to tilt.

Voldemort didn't simply defend either, and began to fight back, because he realized that he would soon have to evacuate.

"Avada such!"

A dark green spell shot down from the sky, and the Aurors on the ground dodged in a thrilling way.

On the other side, Buchanan had already apparitioned to Hogsmeade Village.

Too late to greet his parents and neighbors, under everyone's stunned gaze, he wore an Auror suit and went straight to the Hogwarts Benefit.

At the beginning of the establishment of the Hogwarts Benefit, the scope of [Apparition Shifting] had been delineated, so Buchanan needed to run over.

He hurried to the cash register.

"What's wrong, Buchanan?"

At this time, Ralph was still cashing out with Filch in the Hogwarts Benefit, and when he saw Buchanan running in anxiously, he hurriedly asked.

"Is Headmaster Dumbledore here? The minister has something to look for him."

Buchanan stated his purpose, but did not tell the truth in front of the customer, and he did not want to cause panic among the people.

Ralph looked into his eyes, nodded, and said to Filch:

"Mr. Filch, what about I'll leave it to you first? I'll take him to the professor."

Filch nodded, and hurriedly told them to hurry up, don't delay the business.

That's how the two of them came to the second floor.

"Professor McGonagall, is Headmaster Dumbledore here?"

Still on the stairs, Ralph shouted at them.

"He's at Hogwarts, what's wrong?"

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open, looked at Ralph below and Buchanan in combat uniform, and said with some surprise.

Coming to the second floor, Buchanan looked at the confused Ralph, a little hesitant, but time was pressing, and he didn't care.

"Professor McGonagall, we've met that guy, at Knott Manor!"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted.

Ralph looked at Buchanan with a worried expression, he never knew that Buchanan was still on the front line to do a station, he thought he was the kind of patrol training.

"Okay, you, you come with me at once, and I'll take you to him."

Professor McGonagall said, pausing when she saw Ralph, but included him in it.

The three of them hurried to a large cupboard, which Professor McGonagall opened to let Ralph and Buchanan in, and said to them:

"Don't reveal this, it's a Hogwarts secret, you know?"

Apparently due to the emergency, Professor McGonagall spoke quickly.

Buchanan and Ralph heard clearly and hurriedly nodded yes.

The three of them felt a twist, and a sense of unsteadiness hanging in the air permeated their bodies.

Soon, the distortion disappeared and the feeling of being grounded returned to the body.

Professor McGonagall opened the cabinet door and said, "Chancellor's Office."

Buchanan and Ralph haven't yet

I had time to look at the surrounding environment, and a light gate appeared in front of me.

Professor McGonagall led them inside, across from the Headmaster's office.

In the Headmaster's room, Dumbledore and Grindelwald were sitting intimately together, chatting.

It can be seen that the portrait of the principal on the wall is empty, and the characters inside don't know where to go.

Sensing the request to connect to the Room of Requirement, Dumbledore motioned to Grindelwald.

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, and a [Apparition] came to the side, where he visited the meditation basin, he pretended to be a serious study, frowning, thinking, and brushing his hand over the outer surface of the meditation basin from time to time.

Dumbledore couldn't help but glance there a few more times, and quickly retracted his expression.

The door to the headmaster's office opened, and Professor McGonagall led Buchanan and Ralph inside.

"Why do you have time to come to me, old man? You're dressed so formally."

Dumbledore asked half-jokingly with a kind face.

"Headmaster, have you received a request for help from the Ministry of Magic? We met him. Now there is a war."

Buchanan said eagerly, not even noticing the new professor on one side.

"Really?"

Dumbledore became serious, and Grindelwald, who was not far away, also looked over and asked, "Do you need my help?"

"No, Jira, I'll just go, you can study it here."

Dumbledore said with a serious look on his face.

By this time, some of the portraits had returned, and when they saw Dumbledore's appearance, they couldn't stop slandering in their hearts.

"Where? Can I check your memory? Buchanan, ......

"No problem, Mr. Headmaster."

Dumbledore asked cautiously, and was about to explain, when he was interrupted by Buchanan's asceive.

Grindelwald of the meditation basin suddenly let out a laugh, probably finding something interesting.

"Okay, please relax."

Dumbledore said, looking into Buchanan's eyes.

"I see, do you want to go along?"

After a while, Dumbledore saw the location of the incident from Buchanan's memory and immediately asked.

"Huh? Hmmm!"

Buchanan was still a little puzzled, was it so fast? I answered immediately.

"Hold my hand. Fox."

Dumbledore said to Buchanan, then looked at Fawkes.

Fawkes landed on his outstretched arm and looked at Dumbledore, taking the spot from his eyes.

A blazing fire erupted in the Headmaster's room, and both Ralph and Professor McGonagall closed their eyes.

Grindelwald squinted and watched them disappear.

Dumbledore smiled at him just before he vanished.

"Don't worry, Ralph, you have to trust Albus, everything will be fine with him."

Seeing Ralph staring in the direction Dumbledore had disappeared, Professor McGonagall touched his head and comforted him.

"Well, thank you, Professor McGonagall."

"You're welcome, Ralph."

Professor McGonagall looked at Ralph and smiled.

Later, she introduced Ralph to Grindelwald.

"This is your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor for next semester, Professor Leytening Woods."

"Hello, Professor Turningwoods, I'm Ralph Alvey, just call me Ralph."

Ralph said.

"Hello, Ralph."

Grindelwald looked at Ralph with great interest and said kindly:

"I've heard your name a lot from professors, but today I finally met the real person."

Then, the three of them began to communicate.

Grindelwald also began to carry out the duties of a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, and began to test Ralph, and guessed from him by the way

Teaching in the first grade.

From the basics to some magic expansion, Grindelwald asked very well and Ralph answered well.

Professor McGonagall was even more satisfied with this, not only with pride in his students, but also with his affirmation of the new professor, and Dumbledore had not lied to him.

As Grindelwald's questions deepened, Ralph took longer to think about each answer in order to arrive at what he thought was the perfect answer.

Grindelwald listened patiently, and when Ralph finished his answer, he would ask Ralph what his train of thought was. Little by little, he corrected Ralph's mistakes in his answers.

On the other side, Voldemort was cooperating with the Death Eaters to crush the Aurors.

The Aurors fought and retreated, approaching the edge of the battlefield, where the Chiefs and the Minister of Magic were staying, looking at the approaching battlefield with concern on their faces, wanting to run but not daring.

Many Death Eaters were put down by the Aurors, but there were also many Aurors who were struck by the Death Eaters' spells.

Some were lucky and were evacuated backwards by their teammates;

Some were more miserable, and after being knocked down, they couldn't get up in time, and they were surrounded by Death Eaters and tortured.

The whistling of spells, the chanting of incantations, and the faint screams echoed across the battlefield.

The tormenting Death Eaters didn't know what was going on, and said to the captured Aurors in a frenzy:

"Pg for mercy! As long as you beg for mercy, I will be lighter! Hahahaha!"

However, all they get is screams, nothing superfluous.

From time to time, they scolded and kicked the Aurors, and begged them like beggars......

Suddenly, a flash of fire appeared on the battlefield.

Flames spread through the air, sweeping away all the spells that flew in the air.

There was silence on the battlefield.

Everyone looked at the location where the firelight appeared, an old man, and a phoenix.

Buchanan, on the other hand, was sent to his original location by Dumbledore when he arrived, next to the remains of his teammates.

The Minister of Magic and the Ministers all looked in Dumbledore's direction, completely oblivious to Buchanan's presence.

As soon as Dumbledore appeared, he immediately saw the situation on the field and immediately took action.

On more than one occasion, he wanted to keep Voldemort behind in order to prevent future troubles.

But the other party is too slippery, not only is the magic strong, but when he encounters something wrong, he runs away.

Dumbledore held the Elder Wand, and with a wave of his hand, streams of water appeared in the air, sweeping towards Voldemort and his men.

A powerful magical aura surged in this area, and with the endless flowing water in the air, an extremely strong sense of oppression enveloped everyone.