Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The Lestrange family mansion, the battle is coming to an end.

After the previous baptism of the Ministry of Magic's recovery war and the werewolf siege and suppression war, the Aurors of various countries have made rapid progress in coordinating spellcasting.

The well-designed apparition trap was destined from the very beginning to crush the situation. The Death Eaters who arrived in a hurry did not even have time to see the surrounding environment, and they would be hit by four or five spells at the same time. According to Gellert The suggestion of Grindelwald, the three-shot that was popular in the non-magical world centuries ago, has been reborn on the outskirts of the Lestrange family mansion.

The dense, smooth, and continuous attack of magic spells like a tidal wave sounded from the first Apparition sound, and lasted for nearly half an hour in one breath.

"It's almost over, right? It seems like no new Death Eaters have arrived in a long time..."

A French Auror rubbed his slightly sore arm and turned his head to look at the British Auror Director who was identifying the "suspects" one by one not far away.

Compared to his immediate boss, the British Auror Director named Rufus Scrimgeour was obviously far more terrifying.

From the beginning, the atmosphere on that side has been particularly solemn, as if they are not identifying and counting the dark wizards, but executing those uninvited guests who were hit by multiple spells on the spot...

"Alecto Carrow, Amycus Carrow, Selwyn... I didn't expect you to be there, Yaxley"

Rufus Scrimgeour's tone was cold as he looked at the curled up wizard not far away.

If there is anyone who is most likely to take over as the next head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Yaxley is definitely one of the top candidates on the list of wizards.

And the thought that the Death Eaters had been hiding in the Ministry of Magic all these years, and that they were high-level positions in the core department of the Ministry of Magic, made Scrimgeour's heart feel more and more angry and cold.

Obviously, Dumbledore's previous seemingly offensive speculations were right. There were too many Death Eaters hidden in the British Ministry of Magic. If today's action had informed the Aurors and employees of the Ministry of Magic in advance, Perhaps what awaited them was not a successful ambush, but an unimaginable large-scale "anti-annihilation" ambush.

Not far away, a group of reporters trembled around the Aurors' security circle, keeping silent, not even daring to ask questions aloud except to take pictures.

The atmosphere of this venue is so suffocating, almost all Aurors have very ugly faces.

Just a few minutes ago, a reporter who recklessly entered the front was directly hit by four or five magic spells on the spot, and now he is still lying in a position one or two meters away from the security circle, and no one is going to pull it out.

Of course, most reporters were no less shocked than Rufus Scrimgeour when they saw the wizards huddled in the field.

An employee of the Ministry of Magic, a famous wizard in the magical world, a famous businessman in the magical society...

The intruders who were temporarily marked as "Death Eaters" were all notable figures in the wizarding society.

This is no less than the secret arrest and trial conducted more than ten years ago. Under the witness of dozens of magical media, tomorrow morning's newspaper will inform all wizards as soon as possible.

Perhaps the weight of this news is not comparable to the "just execution" that happened in the backyard, but the two together can definitely become a major magical event like a milestone in this century.

...

"Okay, that's about it."

In the backyard of the Lestrange mansion, Grindelwald lightly patted the cookie crumbs on his robe.

"If you have no other problems, then I will go to the back room to deal with other things..."

The old wizard stood up, walked to the "Devil King's Corpse" in the rubble in front of him, and picked up the black walnut wand like no one else.

Around him, the Aurors and the reporters hesitated, but no one dared to stop the old man from acting.

You know, just ten minutes ago, they witnessed how the once arrogant and surly "Dark Lord Voldemort" was easily killed by an old man.

Even if there has not been too much notoriety in the UK before, the two titles of "Gellert Grindelwald" and "The Man Who Killed Voldemort" are enough to make the old wizard dangerous in everyone's eyes. Reaching unimaginable heights If a Dark Lord kills another Dark Lord, the former is definitely far more terrifying than the latter. The logic is very simple.

Compared with Voldemort, who wrote horror on his face, Grindelwald, who was gentle, kind, and seemed to have a good temper, had more meanings in people's eyes.

"Wait, wait... Grid, Mr. Grindelwald, I have another question."

Just as Grindelwald was about to leave, Barnabas, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, swallowed and raised his hand boldly to ask.

"You just killed the most dangerous dark wizard in the magic world. Does this announce that you are ready to return to the magic society, and Professor Dumbledore..."

"Oh boy, that's not a problem for you."

Grindelwald stopped, turned his head to look at the middle-aged editor with only a few hairs left on his head, and grinned.

Since he started to play "Otto Apocalis", the old devil has unconsciously brought some old-fashioned intonation in his speech, but this does not affect his image at all.

In fact, as a figure who spans the modern history of magic, there are not many wizards who are older and higher in status than him in the magic world today. In the magic war of that year, most of those older guys who were older than him fell. In his hands, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not regard Dumbledore as the last hope, and he even almost interrupted the inheritance of the Russian magic world.

"But depending on your courage to explore the truth, I can give you some simple and clear answers."

Grindelwald raised his wrinkled, dry, and speckled fingers, looked around at the young people who subconsciously moved back, and said softly.

"First of all, dead people don't deserve to be called 'most dangerous', I'm here only because the Ministry and Dumbledore beg me"

"Second point, I have never left the magical world, but I have no intention of interfering with any magical government... Nurmengard's scenery is much better than this broken place."

"Last, but also the most important"

The old wizard chuckled, waved his hand casually, turned and walked towards the Lestrange mansion with a big hole behind him.

"The rest of the questions are for your Minister of Magic, your Auror chief, and I'll wait for them in the house."

"Now, don't disturb me and 'old friend' reminiscing"

Grindelwald's voice was mixed with a bit of laughter, but everyone felt the same as if their hearts were tightly clenched by some kind of monster.

"We haven't seen each other for half a century. We have a lot of stories from the past to discuss. If you don't want to die tragically... it's better to restrain your curiosity, don't you?"

The old devil walked in the direction of Lestrange's mansion unhurriedly.

The powerful and surging magic power is like a tidal wave, scouring the surroundings one after another, and each wave is stronger than the next.

On the other hand, somewhere in the Lestrange mansion, another fiery, flame-like magic wave also rose into the sky.

"Crap! Grindelwald? Dumbledore!"

Rufus Scrimgeour raised his head, a hint of worry flashing in his cold, angry eyes.

Just as the old man whispered before the action, "defeating Voldemort" may not mean that today's battle is completely over.

Dumbledore may have to pay a little more than what the Ministry of Magic had promised, and now, perhaps, that last moment.

"...Notify Minister Fudge, and the ministers, that you can come."

Rufus Scrimgeour was silent for a few seconds, then nodded towards the young man who came running not far away to spread the word.

The magical flames of the sky ignited silently around Lestrange's mansion. The golden and faint blue flames were intertwined and surging, like dragons and phoenixes fighting to the death.

However, in the depths of the mansion amid the flames, no sound was heard outside.

No one can escape the "aftermath" of the confrontation between the two top wizards, all they can do is wait for the result.

...

Hogwarts Castle, in the afternoon.

Due to the school's state of emergency, the scheduled out-of-castle college competition was temporarily cancelled.

Organized by the professors, the little wizards reluctantly went to classrooms in various areas of the castle to accompany their parents to the first parent-teacher meeting at Hogwarts.

However, before the parents' meeting was officially held, a sudden "School Magic Announcement" temporarily broke this worry.

Directly in front of Hogwarts Castle, a large group of officials from the Ministry of Magic were crossing the viaduct outside the castle gate. UU reading www.uukanshu.com walked quickly towards Hogwarts Castle.

Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour, and several other high-ranking officials of the Magical Government took the lead, and behind them a dozen Aurors clutched their wands.

Before the arrival of the Ministry of Magic officials, the magic raven hovering over the castle announced in advance "visitor arrival" and "ban lifted".

The windows above the castle were cluttered open, and the students stared at the wizards who filed in below, whispering to each other, and the parents of the students also moved to the other side, looking at the Ministry of Magic officials below with different expressions. As for the four After the dean of the academy made a brief arrangement of the classrooms, he came to the gate of the school by coincidence, waiting for the visitors of the Ministry of Magic to enter the castle.

"Minister Fudge, you seem to be a little early, in the message left by Professor Dumbledore..."

Professor McGonagall frowned, watching the Ministry of Magic officials who entered the school, an unseen unknown growing at a terrifying speed.

According to the plan previously negotiated between Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, the closure of Hogwarts was supposed to last until the early hours of this morning, but now the time... just reached four o'clock in the afternoon.

More importantly, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape exchanged a worried look, and there seemed to be a few less figures among the "wizard team" on the return journey.

"Things have changed, Professor McGonagall"

"Could it be Voldemort?" Professor McGonagall asked in a trembling voice.

"No, we managed to kill Fu...well, the dark wizard. But"

Cornelius Fudge breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression was not at all relaxed. After a few seconds of silence, he continued to speak in a deep voice.

"After the mysterious man was slaughtered, another battle broke out."

"Professor Dumbledore, missing."

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