On the edge of the battlefield, the Death Eaters are now panicking.

Earlier, after Harley had cleared out all the miscellaneous soldiers who were attacking her, and easily seized control of the magic that Voldemort had prepared in advance, the Death Eaters already had a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

However, most of the Death Eaters were lucky, believing that Voldemort's strength could easily overpower a fourteen-year-old girl.

In addition, Voldemort has now been resurrected, and it is full of deterrence.

And his disregard for Voldemort in the past thirteen years has made his old master remember them in his heart.

So no Death Eaters dared to run away at all, and even continued to cheer.

As a result, who would have thought that this group of Death Eaters still had a certain amount of faith in their boss and did not abandon Voldemort, but Voldemort first threw his men in place and fled alone.

Voldemort even managed to take the pet serpent, but he didn't even look at his servant.

Although the Death Eaters had already expected it in their hearts, after all, the group of Death Eaters gathered now was indeed the most standard wall grass, falling with the wind.

When Voldemort was at his strongest, they followed Voldemort, and when Voldemort fell, they offered their allegiance to the Ministry of Magic and declared themselves innocent under the Imperius curse.

For such a group of Death Eaters whose loyalty is not even as good as that of dogs, Voldemort doesn't care and can guess.

But that didn't stop the Death Eaters from feeling uncomfortable! You just said we were your brothers and friends!

What's more, they can't escape if they want to.

Many Death Eaters have been trying to apparition, but they have been invisibly disturbed and have not succeeded at all.

And when Lucius Malfoy and other of the richest Death Eaters with house-elves at home tried to get their house-elves to escape from here with them, they found that the loopholes in this traditional line of defense seemed to be plugged at this time.

As for the revolt...... Are you kidding? Don't you see the mighty Dark Lord running away?

Although they didn't dare to say anything about Voldemort's character and virtues, the Death Eaters knew very well in their hearts that it was only a few pounds and a few taels, and how many copper nats it was worth.

But for Voldemort's attainments in dark magic, this group of Voldemort's doglegs are still very recognized.

If it weren't for Voldemort's terrifying dark magic and the idea that suited his own interests, they wouldn't have gathered under Voldemort's command.

Even the great Dark Lord couldn't beat his opponent, and ended up fleeing in a hurry, not daring to turn back.

In this case, instead of resisting, it is better to lie down and seek a happy death.

At this time, all eyes were firmly fixed on Harley's slowly walking figure, and her eyes were full of despair.

This...... It looks like I'm really dying!

There were even Death Eaters who simply knelt down and tried to offer their loyalty to Harley with a standard earthen seat, in exchange for a chance to live.

All sorts of curvaceous flattery poured out of their mouths, as if the Death Eaters were happy to help Harley lick their dirty heels with their mouths if they wanted to.

Some Death Eaters even did not hesitate to say that they could help Harley take off the white stockings without using his hands, and lick his bare little feet directly as a sign of loyalty.

In response, Harley kicked the Death Eater to the ground with a crisp kick, causing blood to flow from his forehead.

The slender and sharp heel of the heel slammed into his hand, causing the Death Eater to let out a terrible scream.

It's no wonder that Harley reacted so much.

To put it mildly, this kind of dead pervert is either astringent or hungry every day, what can it do! He deserves hell!

To put it mildly...... She is not a beautiful little witch herself, but she dares to spy on this immortal witch! That's a sin that deserves death!

The pleading of his colleagues was useless, and all the Death Eaters were completely dead, waiting for the slaughter to take place.

Harry's next words made the Death Eaters' eyes light up and they felt the hope of life.

"I can give you a chance, a chance to escape."

Hallie's voice was cold and piercing, but in the ears of the Death Eaters, it was so gentle and lovely, as if it was the most beautiful nature,

"Next, I'm going to disarm all the magic here except for the Anti-Phantom Disappearance Charm."

"And you guys just run as much as you want, as long as you run out of the range of the anti-phantom manifestation spell, you can leave a dog alive."

"Of course ......"

Harley paused slightly, and a slightly evil smile appeared on her face,

"In the meantime, I'm going to hunt you down. To be caught up is to die. ”

"Any objections? None of them? It seems that you have been very wise and have not chosen to surrender your lives to me now, and let your souls go to Merlin. ”

"Well, in this cat-and-mouse game, I hope you have a great time. Game on! ”

As soon as Harry's words fell, the group of Death Eaters, who had been focused all along, jumped up and fled in all directions.

Everyone held the mentality of "Dead Dao Friends Don't Die Poor Dao", and while striding wildly, they threw all kinds of interfering spells at other people.

Hallie, on the other hand, stared at their backs with amusement and didn't shoot directly.

She suddenly noticed an interesting phenomenon, she had already done nothing, and as a result, several Death Eaters had been knocked to the ground by spells from their colleagues.

"It's fun, it's really fun." Hallie shook her head slightly,

"Sure enough, it's a group of corrupt wizard aristocrats who have been pampered for too long and only want to pursue their own interests."

"Originally, I was a little hesitant, but now I feel in my heart that it is really appropriate to use you as a material for the ceremony."

"After all...... There's no room for this incompetent waste in my wizarding world! ”

A green glow flashed in Harry's eyes, and a dark blue circle of light instantly spread, catching up with all the Death Eaters.

Most of the Death Eaters only shuddered and felt something melt into their bodies, but they didn't dare to turn back at all, and continued to flee forward.

After stepping out of the boundaries of the "Anti-Apparition Manifestation", these Death Eaters did not dare to stay for a moment, and immediately apparitions appeared and left this land of right and wrong.

Of course, there are more than 10 lifelike ice sculptures left in place.

Hallie walked forward slowly, and suddenly a large thundercloud appeared in the sky again.

Thunder and lightning slashed at half of the ice sculptures, and the Death Eaters inside were suddenly completely devoid of life.

"All the materials for the ceremony are enough......" Hallie nodded.

Hedwig also flew down from mid-air, with a huge camera around her neck.

"Have you taken all the photos that should have been taken?" Hallie looks at Hedwig.

"Of course, I'm the one who will be the future audience!" Hedwig raised her neck proudly,

"The fantasy bird of the future is destined to be me, how can I not even do this little thing?"

"Then you come on, by the way, watch out for someone watching you." Hallie took the camera and quipped casually.

Hedwig suddenly shrunk her neck and used her wings to humanize in front of the bird's beak.

After a while, Hedwig couldn't contain her curiosity, and began to probe her brain to study the ice sculpture again, and at the same time asked Hallie:

"Sister Hallie, are you going to be promoted to the 'Witch of Calamity' now?"

"Not now, of course." Harley glanced at the mechanical watch in her hand, "This battle has been going on for an hour. ”

"The promotion will take longer, so let's wait until midnight today."

"As for now, it's time to go back. Next, it's time for a change of heaven in the wizarding world. ”

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“…… There are no surprises at all! In the principal's office, Fudge was slapping the table hard.

Although he had just been hit with a Diamond Curse an hour earlier, and Fudge was ready to apply for a first-class Order of Merlin for himself in the name of "being hurt on the job but still sticking to his post" after regaining consciousness, and then use the Ministry of Magic to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to prepare himself with the most luxurious ward for ten years.

But after Dumbledore and Fudge said a few words, Fudge's body immediately changed dramatically.

The sequelae of the Diamond Heart Mantra that he had been insisting on before were gone, his heart that had been aching no longer twitched, and even the whole person became more vigorous than before.

It was only because Professor Dumbledore told Fudge that Snape, the spy he had planted with Voldemort, had sensed a call from the Dark Mark on his left arm.

And this can only say one thing - the Dark Lord Voldemort, who caused the First British Wizarding War and brought endless fear to the people of the wizarding world, is back!

And Fudge has been arguing about Professor Dumbledore's statement until now, and he doesn't even want to call Professor Dumbledore's name anymore.

“…… Dumbledore, I repeat, there's no way the Mystic will come back! ”

Fudge kept dancing with his hands, he was still slapping the table just now, and now he was waving his hands high,

"He was already defeated by Harry Potter that night thirteen years ago! He's dead forever! ”

"All the Death Eaters are still in Azkaban, and outside of Azkaban are the innocents under the Imperius Curse!"

"They've been under the control of the Imperius Curse for so long, and they've been hurt even worse than the average resident of the wizarding world!"

"And even though they are victims, they have been donating gold galleons to the Ministry of Magic, using their insignificant strength to make up for the mistakes they once committed unconsciously!"

"Now the whole wizarding world is at peace, and all the inhabitants of the wizarding world live in peace and contentment, and life is sweet!"

"Please don't panic, Dumbledore!"

"Connelly, since you insist on saying that, I have two questions for you." Professor Dumbledore was also a little angry,

"What the hell is going on with Barty Crouch Sr.? If it weren't for the powerful Imperius Curse, I don't believe he would have done such a thing! ”

"And Barty Crouch Sr. has a strong brain occlusion and willpower, and only Voldemort or the top Death Eaters have the ability to control him!"

"Also, how do you explain the change in the Dark Mark on Severus' arm?"

Fudge's reaction intensified. Although he shuddered at the name "Voldemort", it did not prevent him from shouting in a louder voice than Professor Dumbledore:

"How do I know what's going on with this so-called spy you've planted? Maybe he's just the clown who wants to make a splash! ”

"After all, he's a Slytherin, and he's still the head of Slytherin House......"

Fudge instantly realized that there was something wrong with his words, and it seemed to hit his biggest supporters, the pure-blood family, so he immediately decided to change the subject.

But Professor Snape's face darkened.

Harry's disappearance had already made Professor Snape feel very bad, and anger and worry were written all over those black eyes.

If it weren't for Dumbledore suppressing Professor Snape and forcibly ordering him to stay, Professor Snape would have gone all over the world looking for Harry.

He even had a vague bad guess in his heart, but he didn't want to admit it.

As a result, now Fudge has come up with this kind of stupid remarks that are not just brains, thinking that he is a clown who is sensationalist and wants to do things.

If it weren't for the fact that so many people were staring at this place now, Professor Snape would really want to pour a bottle of potion from his latest brew into the idiot's mouth.

“…… As for that damn Crouch......"

Fudge has locked on to his new target, and this nemesis of himself has just died, and he will not contradict himself.

And now, he is ready to put all the charges on Crouch's head, so that Crouch can't turn over at all,

“…… He clearly has a grudge against the Minister of Magic! "Fudge made the judgment that was best for himself,

"I defeated Crouch in a head-to-head race, and because Crouch made an unforgivable mistake, I transferred him to his position in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Ministry of Magic."

"As a result, Crouch was narrow-minded, and because of this, he hated me and tried to murder me in public."

After seeing that the murder could not be achieved, he chose to commit suicide again! That's right, that's it! ”

"It's all Crouch's fault!"

The more Fudge spoke, the more excited he became, and he was about to jump.

What a wonderful explanation, it can give the inhabitants of the wizarding world confidence that the wizarding world is still stable and peaceful, and it can completely make their own nemesis completely stinky and black.

The only regret is that his dear old friend Crouch is dead, and there is no body left, not even a piece of clothing left for him to put in a grave.

Otherwise, Fudge must put him in the lowest cell of Azkaban Prison, where he can live with the Death Eaters he personally judged, and have the Dementors take care of Old Barty.

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(End of chapter)