"The Minister of Magic is dead."

"It's the Death Eaters. They invaded the village of Hogsmeade in a big way. The Aurors couldn't resist anymore. Barty Crouch looked tired and in a bad state of mind, as if he had not slept last night, and continued in a low voice: "Our people are so scattered and unprepared, they are so sudden that we are taken by surprise." ”

"If you can, I'd like you to allow the Aurors, and the survivors of Hogsmeade, to enter Hogwarts, we need to re-establish our defenses."

Barty Crouch didn't glance at any of the moments.

He was waiting for Dumbledore's answer.

The lines of his cheeks were depressed, like a knife splitting through an axe.

This face echoes his usual tough style, after all, every hawk has such a face.

Behind Crouch, Umbridge's face was filled with false sadness.

She seemed to have just cried, and it was Fudge who was dying when the toad pinched her thigh, forcing herself to squeeze out a few drops of liquid.

In this case, the broken hair on her sideburns has no reference meaning, and she was attacked in a panic, and her hair was scattered, but she did it on purpose.

There's a huge question mark over that.

"Albus!"

Crouch screamed again.

And only then did the old principal slowly speak.

"I didn't expect, Connery, that he would be so early." His face showed a look of regret, and behind the semi-circular glasses, there were blue eyes that flashed with sadness.

He looked at Crouch deeply.

"I thought he was going to make a difference."

"He made a difference, he died heroically in the fight against the Death Eaters, and the whole wizarding world will remember this hero." Barty Crouch's voice was high-pitched, but there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"No!" The old headmaster shook his head, "I'm not feeling sorry for him. Connery, his soul corrupted by power, should have expected all this when he embarked on this path without hesitation. ”

With that, Dumbledore's blue eyes looked deeply at Barty Crouch.

Look at him pretending to be serious.

Look at the fiery desire in his eyes.

Watch him overlap more and more with the figure of another person.

"I'm sorry for you, you would have had a brighter future." Like every old man, he chatters like every old man, and often gets stuck in his memories.

"If I could have shared some of the energy I spent on Gellert back then, maybe you wouldn't have gone astray."

"Tom." The old headmaster said calmly.

"We meet again."

——————

The other side of the forest.

Owen and Sirius were speeding through the forest.

The darkness made it impossible for them to discern their direction.

A certain little black head has long been lying flat.

Anyway, the godfather of the dog will definitely sniff out a way out.

Don't panic!

It's a big deal to go around in circles in the woods!

Wait for Shylock to regain his strength. Dude is a good guy again!

Running away, someone still has a lazy smile on their face.

And he didn't know that Sirius beside him was churning up in his heart.

He had been numbed by the shock of the child Owen.

Whenever he felt that he had adapted, the child would suddenly jump out and kick him mercilessly to overturn his expectations.

Just like this time.

"Is this the right direction?" Owen skimmed over a familiar pine needle tree.

"I always feel that I've seen this tree three times."

"It's not far off." On the snow, Sirius's footprints were imprinted.

He said silently.

There was no joy in Peter's heart.

It can be said that if it weren't for the scene where Owen fought the Death Eaters just now, he would definitely be happy today.

"I feel like you're fooling me!" Owen directly exposed the fact that the dog godfather led the way blindly.

He'd seen the tree before.

And the second time, he made a mark on the tree.

At this moment, on the trunk of the tree, the bright and dazzling brand of the Three Sacred Vessels is quite eye-catching.

In an instant, Owen was annoyed, it was just dark, and he was not blind!

How long are you going to take me around!

"There's someone up ahead." Sirius withdrew his gaze from Owen and turned his head.

"Anyone?"

"There's a strong smell of blood in the air." He said, "Don't you smell it?" ”

Owen gave him a blank look, then spread his hand: "I can't smell it, thank you!" ”

Such a big snowstorm.

It was difficult for him to even open his mouth to speak, and the wind was howling.

How do you smell blood?

"So we're taking a detour?" He raised an eyebrow, his tone a little disdainful.

When buddy gives way to someone else!

"This way." Sirius pointed to the northwest corner.

It was a wasteland, devoid of any vegetation, except for piles of snow-covered rocks. Owen didn't ask again, but followed directly.

Running wildly, they soon saw a group of bloodied men lying on the ground.

In front of him stood a man with a missing leg and tattered clothes.

A man with a scarred body.

"Moody?" Sirius's pupils narrowed slightly.

Then he hurriedly rushed forward.

"Wait a minute." Before Owen could say anything, Sirius had already rushed out.

"Tsk!" It can't be Gryffin's, can't you observe your surroundings before you fight?

You don't even look at what Moody is fighting against!

The corners of Owen's mouth twitched, and his eyes unconsciously fell on those enemies.

"I thought there was only one place for them to gather."

A little black man said helplessly.

Then he immediately rushed over with his wand in hand.

"Xiuxiu~" Two tricky and treacherous spells flew out from Sirius's staff.

Pretty pretty Defence Against the Dark Arts, if he's dealing with a regular Death Eater or a Dark Wizard. Then these two spells will definitely cause unavoidable trouble to the other party.

It's a pity -

"It's the dead again!" The godfather of the dog let out an exclamation, finally seeing the essence of the black creatures.

"Why are there so many dead in the forest!"

"How many more!"

"What, you're panicking?" Owen, who was following him, immediately spoke, and immediately waved his wand.

"Don't panic! I've got my hole cards! It is said that the villain is beaten from the small to the old! Our old one! Invincible knows no! ”

Going deep into the Forbidden Forest, Owen is not a hot head.

In other words, he is so unscrupulous because he has always had someone's unlimited protection.

Although it is invisible, it can give people a strong sense of self-confidence.

One word!

With grandpa here, you won't be afraid of anything!

Owen's eyes were clear, and his gray eyes moved away from the dead body on the ground.

In the distance, black shadows flickered, not as many as the group he had met, but there were quite a few.

"You can only change shapes!"

He shouted at Sirius.

"No~~~ it's too late." Moody whispered weakly.

By this time, a group of dead people had rushed forward.

Close-fitting passed past Moody's.

Huge mouthparts rubbed his cheeks like lickers in Resident Evil.

The next moment, before Moody could breathe a sigh of relief, more mouthparts came at him.

"Huh?" Between the lightning and flint, Owen's head spun rapidly, and he quickly began to think of countermeasures.

Sirius, on the other hand, dragged Moody away from the corpse at the last moment.

Kankan escaped the attack.

In mid-air, Sirius's figure was graceful and gruff.

His wizard's robes whirred.

One side jumps high, while the other side is lower.

Thinking about it, Owen's face suddenly raised a rippling smile, hey~ Isn't there a way to do it

Then he waved his wand and flicked it.

A small package suddenly flew out of the dog's godfather's pocket.

Then the pocket is released in the air.

"It seems that no matter what, this time, the rat is really finished!"

Owen threw out a levitation spell, and the white spell struck Peter Pettigrew with precision.

"It's time to eat! My little aliens! With that, he threw the betrayer, far away, in the opposite direction to them.

Then he leaped on his legs and ran in the direction of Sirius.

On the other side, the dead were very sensitive to weak souls, and they almost instantly turned their heads to the bait in unison.

And they don't have the slightest nostalgia for Owen.

"Is that a weakness?" Owen muttered to himself.

Then, the moment he touched Sirius, the three of them disappeared abruptly.

——————

Snow. Darkness enveloped the entire castle.

Suddenly out of the auditorium were a few professors who had stayed behind.

Like Professor Pomona Sprout, Professor McGonagall.

Wenda is among them.

Several professors hurried through the crowd.

There seems to be something to report to Dumbledore.

It was just closer, but when they saw Harry, their faces seemed to be a little wrong.

His cheeks were pale, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

Almond-like green eyes stared at the Ministry of Magic official in front of him.

Barty Krach.

"Hahaha." An angry, cold voice rang out.

Then, the wizard who claimed to be Barty Krach changed dramatically.

After a twist.

A tall, thin man, wearing a black mask, with a terrifying snake-like face pale and haggard, pupils like slits and scarlet eyes.

It's Voldemort!

Harry's pupils dilated.

Although he had never seen Voldemort like this, he said he recognized him at a glance.

Compared to what was seen in the first grade, Voldemort has changed drastically in appearance.

The first is appearance.

He was much younger.

Harry didn't know how to explain it, but in his heart, Voldemort should have been at least seventy or eighty years old.

But now it seems that he has returned to the appearance of being in his twenties and thirties.

The black broken hair, with the pale scarlet and unusually handsome face, gave people a strong sense of déjà vu of a cult prince.

Then there is the figure, which is fuller and slender.

Harry didn't think Voldemort would have time to go out and exercise.

In fact, most wizards are very slender.

After all, they who have mastered magic will not sweat to gain muscle.

Therefore, the slender and weak body type is considered the standard body of wizards.

And Voldemort is by no means an ordinary wizard at this time, so he is not as exaggerated as a muscular hunk, but when the robe is lifted, the close-fitting muscle outline can still be seen.

————

Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at each other.

The old headmaster's slightly surprised eyes floated on his face, and Voldemort, he pulled out his wand without pause, and a green light went straight to Dumbledore.

Old headmaster, can't dodge.

Because behind him are a bunch of little wizards.

Therefore, he chose to wave his wand, and in the next second, the masonry on the ground seemed to come to life. Composed of a huge stone man.

The killing curse slammed into the stone man.

The sheer force directly blasted the stone into pieces.

Cracked rubble splattered all around.

"Ahh

With a scream, Umbridge was thrown out by a rock.

Her pupils were completely stunned.

There was no reaction at all.

She would never have imagined that the wizard who led her out of the Death Eaters was actually Voldemort in disguise.

"Oh my God!"

Professor McGonagall was also quick.

She was shocked, but she reacted immediately.

Then they swarmed around and drove the little wizard back to the castle.

Professor Sprout held up his wand to see if there was anything she could do to help.

Of course, she was more afraid of the Death Eaters entering the castle at this time.

And Wenda - her face is very different from the others.

She felt neither panic nor a hint of fear.

Instead, there was a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows, full of doubts.

There was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

He did it?

Faster than they thought!

"It's foolish to come here tonight, Tom," Dumbledore said calmly, "and though your plan was perfect and drew the attention of many, but—"

"That's enough!" Voldemort looked at the disgusting face and said in a hideous and terrible way. "You think you can still beat me now!"

With that, he fired another deadly spell at Dumbledore.

But it missed.

Or rather, it was taken off track by Dumbledore's spell.

"Boom!" A bang.

The hallway outside the doorway was blasted into a huge gap.

In the darkness, a flash of light is enough to make people see how huge the gap is!

Dumbledore flicked his wand lightly, and this time the wand fired a spell beyond imagination.

Even the young wizards hiding in the castle felt an indescribable fear and irritability.

In front of them, there was a heavy oak door!

This time, Voldemort had to conjure a silver shield from the thin air to fend off the spell.

No spell would cause noticeable damage to the shield, although the spell struck the shield with a low, gong-like sound - a strange creepy sound.

"Your magic has grown stronger again." Dumbledore said calmly, his wand twitching rapidly, and several spells at a tricky angle headed towards Voldemort from all directions.

He continued to walk towards Voldemort as if nothing in this world could scare him.

It's as if nothing can stop him.

"As you enter the twilight of your life, I am as good as ever." Voldemort slept, his scarlet eyes slitted and his whole face full of excitement and insolent laughter.

"I don't know who you're getting help from, but—" Dumbledore still walked towards Voldemort, and in a soft tone, as if they were discussing issues at school.

It's like a dream back to yesterday, back to that vibrant time.

It was a boy named Tom Riddle, and he would often ask him about some esoteric principles of magic.

"Unknown malice has eaten away at your soul, without you even noticing."

In the sky, the snow seemed to be heavier again.

The battle between the two is not over.

The earth cracked, and it was Voldemort who spat out a fiery serpent.

A stout fiery serpent, with its head raised high, and its eyes were full of tyranny.

The flames around it melted the snow around it in an instant.

Transpiration creates a large amount of water mist.

Then, the fiery serpent spat out the letter, its crazy eyes full of destruction, and immediately under Voldemort's control, it attacked Dumbledore.

"No one can eat away at my soul, Dumbledore." Voldemort laughed in the firelight, "Even you! ”

His cold, insane voice rang out in the ears of the young wizards of Hogwarts.

Everyone was in terror in front of the auditorium, pricking up their ears to listen to the battle across the door.

Many people don't even see Voldemort in person.

There were too many people just now.

It was only Harry who was crowded at the front, and they could see Voldemort's face now.

"Put away your hypocrisy!" Voldemort commanded tongues of fire as if he were wielding a leather whip and unleashed a series of deadly attacks on Dumbledore.

"I have conquered death once and for all." As if he were proclaiming, he shouted loudly.

The head is raised high, and the muscles of the cheeks twitch wildly.

He was in a frenzy.

And such Voldemort made Dumbledore frown again and again.

He sighed, and there was a hint of hatred in his tone: "You still don't understand, and you can't understand, that there are worse things in this world than death-"

A golden shield appeared in front of Dumbledore, and again and again the flame resisted the next part.

Then he swung his wand, and the rubble all over the ground turned into reins, and they sped towards Voldemort's legs and feet against the floor.

On the other hand, he swung his wand loudly to attract Voldemort's attention.

In the blink of an eye, the snow melted by the flames was mobilized, and they swallowed Voldemort in one gulp.

Together with his fiery serpent.

"呲呲呲~~~"

Flame blends with flowing water.

A huge amount of water vapor rises.

In an instant, a black, rippling cocoon enveloped Voldemort.

The reins underneath also took the opportunity to reach into the water, like a swimming snake, wrapping Voldemort around.

strangled his hands and legs.

Prevents it from casting.

In the shadows of the water dungeon, the figure of the vague-faced Voldemort shimmered and stood dimly.

It was clear that he was struggling to shake off the suffocating cocoon inside.

Then, I heard a bang!

"Enough is enough!!"

"Boom !!"

A huge magical shockwave instantly struck everyone present.

Poor Umbridge had just come to his senses when he was knocked unconscious again.

And Professor Sprout, who was also pale and supported his wand, was able to withstand this terrifying shockwave.

(End of chapter)