The little wizards beside him subconsciously wanted to retreat.

And just as everyone was fundraising, they wondered if they should go to Madam Pomfrey to have a look. Professor Trelawney began to speak again, in a hoarse voice, very different from her usual voice.

Then a prophecy was made, a real prophecy.

"Darkness riots, the dead are resurrected, life and death are reversed. Dark clouds are approaching Hogwarts, and just Christmas, with the help of his servants, the Dark Lord will make a comeback, and a bloody conspiracy must be paved with blood. The master of the Misty Illusion will mark his enemies. ”

The professor's body exudes an aura that has never been seen before, very terrifying, and has the ability to capture people's hearts.

"There will only be one Corruption and Flame!"

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Professor Trelawney's head hung down to her chest, and she snorted.

Then, suddenly, her head snapped and lifted again.

"Oh! What happened? As if in a dream, she burped.

"Professor, you seem to have just made a prophecy!" Hannah on the side said with a serious face.

The appearance of Professor Trelawney just now must be the so-called state of wide open eyes!

Owen stood on the ground, dumbfounded, pondering the prophecy.

First of all - it has nothing to do with him, the whole prophecy is not about him.

Very good.

Second, it's time for him to go back to sleep!

If you don't go back, you're really going to have nightmares!

"Prophecy?" Professor Trelawney was taken aback, she didn't seem to have the memory of when she entered the Heavenly Eyes state, "I don't predict it easily, you're probably resting, it's all nonsense." ”

While Owen was still stunned, the professor stumbled away, disappearing around the corner of the hallway.

Looking at the departing figure of the professor, the little wizards present suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in their hearts.

Thank you Harry for that month's preaching.

Everyone now knows that Professor Trelawney's prophecy is terrible.

Even wizards are afraid of this kind of chatter.

A few days later, the prophecy of the Dark Riot swept through the castle almost instantly, and everyone knew that Hogwarts could be in for a catastrophe like never before!

In addition to prophecy.

Dumbledore's series of actions are the real reins that tug at the heartstrings of the young wizard.

He had left the castle a few times these days, and then the school had more people one after another.

Some very famous people.

It was as if he knew that the school was going to suffer, so he went to gather helpers in advance.

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"Dumbledore!"

The surrounding rooms are cluttered, and the walls are all made of rough black rock.

The dilapidated floor was rotten and smelled of decay.

In front of the old headmaster was a small narrow door, which was closed.

This room is like that screaming shack, no one has been here for a long time, it is dusty everywhere, and it squeaks when you walk on the floor.

"Serious?"

The noisy footsteps approached him, which exposed the already panicked heart of the visitor.

At the head is a sage-old wizard.

He has gray hair, a traditional British face, and a tall nose, which makes his facial features look very three-dimensional.

He wore a gray suit instead of a wizard's robe, and he was very capable.

At first glance, you can tell that it is a veteran Auror.

"Theseus." Dumbledore was surprised that this old friend had been here, he remembered that he had been retired for more than thirty years!

Although he also fought against Voldemort as a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the Dark Turmoil Era, he was involved in his personal capacity and not as an Auror.

"I didn't expect you to lead the team, Newt"

"I went to Greece, I know." Theseus Scamander replied very succinctly and briefly, "The Ministry of Magic is running out of personnel, and Moody's junior has rejoined the Aurors, so of course I can't continue to shrink into the farmland of Dorset. ”

"I heard that he was transferred by you?"

"Moody?" Dumbledore's face was calm, "He and his students have gone to Paris." ”

"Paris?" Theseus's face was suddenly slightly touched. My eyelids jumped, and I remembered some bad memories.

"Something important?"

"It's important!" The old headmaster nodded.

"Alright! Then let's go, it might be worse than you think. With that, the Aurors behind him moved out of the way, and then, in an inadvertent moment, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

The greatest white wizard has finally arrived.

The ends of the Aurors' wands glowed faintly with fluorescents.

The fluorescence flickered in the darkness and seemed to be ready to go out at any moment.

And they're like walking into the mouth of a monster that chooses people to eat. Heading into the depths of hell.

This is Azkaban!

Dementors don't need anything like torches for lighting.

Of course, the Ministry of Magic would not be kind enough to prepare such luxuries for prisoners.

"The Dark Wizard who has been captured." Dumbledore's blue eyes swept through the empty prisons.

Immediately, his brows furrowed slightly.

It has been more than two months since Azkaban's mass prison escape.

Although there were not many prisoners, a significant number of prisoners were recaptured.

Azkaban shouldn't be so quiet!

"Assimilated." Theseus's eyes flashed with a look of horror that made the hero of the First World War, the elite wizard who had fought against Grindelwald (the First Wizarding War), look like this, and it was hard to imagine what he had seen.

"It's just our guess!"

"Maybe they used another trick that we didn't know about, and everyone escaped again!" Suddenly, a rather ugly smile appeared on the corner of Theseus's mouth, "Compared to those creatures, I'd rather believe that they ran away!" ”

"On this isolated island, there is only fear now!"

Hearing this, Dumbledore's face became serious.

He wasn't just to Azkaban these days.

Naturally, I've seen those monsters!

But - to be assimilated, it's still too terrifying.

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The group walked up a spiral staircase.

The staircase leads downwards as if to lead to the deepest part of the earth, to hell.

It was the deepest part of Azkaban and the tightest part of the prison.

There will never be peace, there will never be sunshine.

At least live on the upper floor, and there's a window, isn't it?

"The Dementors seem to have come out of this deepest place." Some of the Aurors cautiously drew their wands.

Most of the Dementors were dispersed, though.

However, new Dementors pop up from time to time in the lands of Azkaban.

And those newborn monsters will attack everyone alive.

"No one knows why the Dementors came into being, just like the undead." Theseus likewise pulled out his wand.

Everyone held their breath and stared into the depths of the darkness.

The faint fluorescence could not distract from the darkness in front of him, the damp staircase was unusually slippery, and the walls on both sides of it were bare, and there was nothing.

This makes one wonder if such a construction design was intentional by the builders.

"Bang! Bang! ”

Heavy footsteps were heard again.

An eerie staircase with an endless corridor in front of it.

The flickering light from time to time testifies to the terrible battles taking place there.

"The flames are blazing!"

"Divided!"

"Broken bones!"

Dozens of spells of different colors, like neon lights in the dark, flickered and extinguished.

The Aurors seem to be dealing with some kind of monster.

From the flickering light and shadow, it could be seen that it was a kind of creature covered with sharp hair, sharp teeth, and thorny tails, and different heads, some with eagle heads, some with rat heads, and some with horse heads.

Except for the uniform lower body of a monkey, it is difficult to associate this creature with the same kind of creature.

on the walls, in the corridors.

There are such creatures everywhere.

They look like reptiles, and they are monsters as far as the eye can see.

But that's not the worst thing, an Auror used a burst spell to blow the flesh of a monster to powder, but it didn't take long for it to be activated in some way, and suddenly its bones were hideous, trembling, and then resurrected.

The shape is extremely weird.

"Not even the Killing Curse can kill them." Theseus's brown eyes showed a strong jealousy, "Those criminals suddenly disappeared, and then there was this group of dead people, who came out of nowhere. ”

"I still have all the stuff of those dark wizards. This makes one wonder if they were assimilated by wizards. ”

"There's no evidence that the dead are related to wizards." Dumbledore frowned as well, he didn't quite agree with Theseus, but so far, everything in Azkaban revealed a strange thing.

"We'll have to wait for Newt's findings before we can draw conclusions." Theseus said lightly, his personality is somewhat like Percy, and Newt is like an alternative Fred.

The strange personalities of the two men made it difficult for them to communicate calmly, and the complicated brotherly relationship made them lose contact after the war.

But Theseus could question his brother Newt in every way, except when it came to Fantastic Beasts, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, his brother Newt Scamander was the greatest Master of Fantastic Beasts of our time.

And the group of dead people in front of them, in the cognition of the wizarding world, are a strange magical animal, and the classification is a bit similar to silent.

Behind the two of them, a dozen Aurors rushed over, casting spells to confine the group of dead monsters in the hallway.

But anyone with a discerning eye could see that every time they defeated those undead, their next resurrection would become even stronger than before.

"This undead monster is present not only in Azkaban, but also in Denmark, Sweden, France, Spain, Egypt, all of Europe, and on the shores of the Mediterranean."

"It's spreading like a plague to the surrounding area."

"Muggles have been attacked!" Theseus stared solemnly at the flash in front of him, his wrinkled forehead curled together.

"Muggles under attack, they-" Dumbledore didn't finish.

But Theseus knew what he meant, "I don't know, all the bodies are gone, and the Muggle government only considers them missing." Egypt's Ministry of Magic is sending personnel to the affected location, but - still no news! ”

"It's like that land has been dragged into hell!"

"Well, Theseus, maybe things aren't so gloomy!" Dumbledore patted the already neurotic 'young man' in front of him, and immediately raised his wand.

"Everybody's back!" Theseus roared.

Then the Aurors retreated in unison.

Dumbledore began to cast a spell, and the tip of his wand suddenly brightened.

Then a mass of orange-red flames that were not as turbulent as a fierce fire suddenly surged out, with some kind of ancient meaning, and burned towards the monster in front of them.

"Babble~~~"

The sound of what looked like a human being screaming at cruelty suddenly appeared.

Everything around me has become weird.

The flames scorched the monsters, which first disintegrated and then resurrected by some kind of power.

It then continued to be destroyed by flames.

Then proceed to the resurrection.

Dozens, if not more, of mournful voices echoed through the corridors, and this time it was truly hell.

"How long will this flame last?" Theseus took a slight step back.

There was a hint of jealousy in his eyes at the flames that seemed to be fierce.

He suddenly remembered another wizard who could also cast such a powerful fire, and one of his spells nearly destroyed all of Paris, and his fiancée died under that man's spell.

"It depends on when they're completely dead." Dumbledore said calmly.

The burning sound of the flames still echoed through the hallway.

The dark aisle was finally illuminated by fire.

Everyone's faces were glowing brown and red against the flames.

Everyone looked at them with fear.

Only Dumbledore, his expression was still flat.

It's like the Black Lagoon at Hogwarts, which never makes waves.

What lies beneath the surface of the lake is something even more terrifying.

"Lock this down!" He said.

"It's going to take at least a while."

As the words fell, the wizards around them suddenly sensed a chill welling up in their hearts, but everyone knew it.

It's just a mediocre fact.

The old headmaster turned and left.

It's not just Azkaban who is being attacked by the undead,

There are other places where he is needed.

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The skyline in the distance, sinking into darkness as the sun sets.

Then the neon lights came on.

The natural beams of light are replaced by artificial rays.

The city is still so bright.

It's just that

The city belonged to Muggles, not wizards.

France – Paris!

The hotel where Hermione once stayed welcomed a new guest.

A guest in a wizard's robe.

She knocked on a door.

Then came the voice of another old woman in the room.

"Please come in~"

Hearing the sound, the woman in front of the door pushed the door in.

"What the hell is going on, I don't have time for you to waste!" She was not polite at all, and opened the door in a questioning tone.

She seemed to be very busy, and she didn't have time to take care of her messy hair, and a few strands of hair were coming down from the corners of her sideburns.

She frowned at the tickling sensation and then pulled her hair behind her ears. Then he continued: "It's already messed up outside, are you still in the mood to be here?" ”

Looking at the neat tea set on the table, the woman showed a hint of mockery: "Drinking tea? ”

"Chaos?" The old woman had a relaxed expression that was very different from that of the younger woman. "It's good to mess up, silly girl."

"Tea?"

"No, I can't afford the tea from the Vice President of the Wizards Guild." The young woman had a smirk on her face, and there was a strange mocking tone in her mouth, the folding fan in her hand waved slightly, and her flirtatious eyes kept looking at the senior official of the federation in front of her, who had been at least sixty years old!

"You've made such a mess now, Dumbledore will find out about yours sooner or later—your plot. Newt is already in Greece, you know, he's Dumbledore's 'vanguard', and soon the secrets of the Dead will be unstoppable. Throughout the year, sometimes I really admire you. Can hold the news down for so long! Ms. Rozier~"

The woman in front of her chattered, but the high-ranking official of the federation was still idle and elegant.

"Don't say it so ugly!" The woman of the Rozier family, with elegance written all over her body, had a smile on the corner of her mouth, as if talking about daily family affairs, "Why the dead are spreading on a large scale, the federation is not clear, we just used a little authority to let this matter be discovered a year later, in this regard, our plan still failed, at least two months in advance." ”

"I've got to find something for Dumbledore to do."

"You seem to hate Dumbledore?" The young woman sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and said very uncomfortably.

"Hate? No, no, no, how can we hate the greatest white wizard in the world? Under his 'wise' leadership, the power of the Federation has been declining, and at the beginning of this century, the Federation was able to hold the Ministries of Magic accountable, and even forcefully persecuted countries, but now? The Federation is just about to become a mouthpiece for all countries. ”

"I don't hate him at all!"

"Your expression is about to eat him!" A flash of coldness and anger flashed in the young woman's eyes, which she concealed well, it was only a momentary matter, and soon her face was full of laziness.

"So your support program"

"Look, you're wrong again." Rozier showed a funny face again, she picked up the black tea on the table, gently blew off the steam, took a sip and said, "It's just pushing the boat down the river." ”

"The Federation needs an enemy, an enemy that can be feared by all nations, because only in this way will the short-sighted guys huddle together for warmth, and will think of the Federation!

Ever since Grindelwald's defeat, we've been looking for a new partner, and at first we thought it might be my little niece who had betrayed the Rozier family, who had been with Grindelwald for so long and whispered that she would become his successor.

We have given her quite a bit of support for this, and we hope that she can take the lead. Unfortunately, betrayers never learn loyalty, and she and her test subjects escaped the surveillance of the Aurors of the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, killing several of our men. ”

She took a sip of her tea and continued: "Later we thought it would be Tom Riddle, and when he was at the height of his power, the Federation kept silent, which was a deliberate indulgence in the hope that he would grow up and spread the war to Europe!"

It's a pity that that stupid half-breed bastard, whose vision is too narrow, and we have spent a lot of energy, is only staring at the land of England. Completely forget about the help provided by the Federation when he traveled around the world.

Fourteen years ago, that idiot was finally defeated by Dumbledore.

Once again, the wizarding world has lost the power of 'darkness'.

As a last resort, we can only look to Newmengard and hope that Grindelwald can make a comeback. ”

"Grindelwald was deliberately let go?" The young woman's eyes flashed with a hint of shock, and her face was full of incredulity.

"Wrong!" Rozier smiled slightly.

"Nurmengard is a fortress he has built, and how can his fortress bind its master?"

"We just told him some news from the outside world, the miserable days of those followers of his."

"After that, you just have to wait for time to ferment."

"Profound schemes, design that sees through people's hearts, you! It's really worthy of being in this position. The young woman's cheeks twitched slightly, as if they were about to be deformed.

But in the end, she endured it strongly.

Then he said with a smile.

"Don't say that, everyone gathers firewood and the flame is high, of course, there is a little bit of effort on my part, after all, Dumbledore is not easy to deal with, Master of Remembrance, you need to know a little bit about Occlumency."

"Am I right? Miss Tonks? ”

"Tonks? Who's that? The young woman looked at Rozier calmly, her expression not changing in the slightest.

"So, you've got to know a little bit about Occlumency, little girl. Although you are born Animagus and can transform you into anyone, the mind does not deform.

You're here, is it Dumbledore who is suspicious of me? ”

Tonks's face gradually turned cold, and the old witch in front of him was right.

Dumbledore did become suspicious of her.

It's just that she didn't expect that the other party turned out to be a master of regents.

Damn, I should have thought of it, how could someone who could hide by Dumbledore's side for so long be a person who did nothing?

"Humph!" Tonks sneered.

She was able to come rashly, of course, not unprepared!

In the room, the Aurors, who were in charge of the president's security, quickly drew their wands - but before they could say even a single spell, the door was suddenly slammed open, and the person who came was an old man with a missing leg, dark gray hair, and a scarred face.

He's not as old as Dumbledore!

But whether it was his strange magic eye or his dry hair, it covered him with the feeling of old rotten wood.

"I told you you should have learned that spell a long time ago." Mad-Eye Moody barged in, his cane-like wand, slamming into the ground, and the two men were knocked out of the way, sinking between the walls.

The walls, as if they came to life, were connected with each other, locking the two of them deadly!

"If you can learn Occlumency, and match your Animagus abilities, you will become the best Auror!"

"Okay, I know, don't be a mother-in-law and mother as soon as we meet!" Tonks drew his wand, and a few rounds of the shapeshifting spell hit the woman who was about to flee.

(End of chapter)