Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

British Ministry of Magic, dilapidated main hall.

Two Ukrainian iron belly dashed across the hall, and the hot dragon flame made it fall like hell.

Not far away, the roars and curses of the Aurors converged in the air, and there was also the shrill shouts of the fairies.

The dark wooden floors that were once shining and inspiring were all overturned, and the masonry and ebony panels on the surrounding walls were covered with terrible marks.

On the peacock blue ceiling, most of the glittering golden symbols were broken...

Crushed stones, flames, roars, roars...

Various chaotic noises, lights and shadows, and chaotic scenes filled the entire space of the Ministry of Magic Hall.

Cornelius Fudge never thought that, as the Minister of Magic, he would order the destruction of the Ministry one day.

However, he did not regret it--

In fact, Cornelius Fudge never felt as excited as he is now.

Mr. Minister's whole body seemed to be bathed in hot flames, and the whole person showed an abnormal excitement. The wand in his hand was tightly gripped in the palm of his hand like a drawn sword, and in Cornelius Fudge’s sword Where the "tip" points, stands a thin and tall man.

"Catch it with your hands, mystery man, the Ministry of Magic is not a place where you can go wild!"

"Oh, is it? With these two stupid beasts?" a cold, high-pitched voice responded.

In the middle of the hall of the Ministry of Magic, a man with a black hood stood there. Every time he swiped his wand was mixed with creepy suffocation pressure. The invisible magical blade pierced the air and cut scary paths on the fire dragon. The scars, the smelly scorching dragon blood splashed around like a fountain in the tyrannical roar of the fire dragon, and between the rain of blood and the light of the spell, what was even more terrifying was the man's inhuman face.

The terrible snake-like face was pale and haggard, and a pair of slender red eyes flashed with murderous aura.

Voldemort, recognized as the most dangerous dark wizard in the history of the British magic circle.

As the Death Eaters declared in Paris, he stood by the British Ministry of Magic and waited for Cornelius Fudge and others to come.

However, the arrogant Voldemort obviously never expected that the first round of the British Ministry of Magic's counterattack was two light plastic boxes.

Along with the two Ukrainian iron belly, the largest fire dragon in the magic world appeared in the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. From that moment on, this magical offensive and defensive battle completely exceeded the script of Voldemort and the Death Eaters-all against the Auror. Our magic traps and ambushes are all ineffective.

Hundreds of Aurors from all over the world relied on the fire dragon to carry out the spell suppression, even the "devil-class" Voldemort could not reverse the battle.

"Ministry of Magic, goblin...very good...you will understand the cost of offending the Dark Lord--"

Voldemort swept the people in the hall with those cold red eyes. Under the siege of fire dragons, goblins, and Aurors, this most dangerous dark wizard in history may not be able to escape the wind for the time being, but the food under his hands is dead. Obviously, the student is almost unable to support it, and the defeat is only a matter of time.

Not to mention, the longer they fight in the Ministry of Magic, the more support from the Ministry of Magic.

Compared with the lazy response speed of the French Ministry of Magic, the mobilization speed and efficiency of the British Ministry of Magic are obviously much higher.

As Cornelius Fudge and his party arrived in London, the Ministry of Magic employees who gathered in the Cauldron Tavern also received the order of the general attack, under the organization of Rufus Scrimgeour, Barty Crouch and others. , Following the Aurors flooded into the Ministry of Magic like a tide.

If it weren't for the killing curse issued by those dark wizards, perhaps this righteous magic counterattack would have ended early tonight.

"You... everyone will die—"

Voldemort said fiercely, and he violently raised his wand and waved it around like a whip.

The flame exploded in the hall of the Ministry of Magic with a deafening roar, and the strong air wave even pushed the two fire dragons back several meters.

The dragon flames spit out from the two Ukrainian iron belly seemed to have come alive, twisted and entangled in mid-air, and turned into an even larger giant three-headed fire snake in two or three seconds, and turned to face it. Everyone in the Ministry rushed forward, hissing in anger.

"Be careful, this is a magical war-level fierce fire curse—all curses are the end—"

I don't know who yelled in the crowd, everyone subconsciously turned their wands and stood on their chests to adopt a defensive posture.

After the Armenian forest and the reclamation of more than a dozen Ministry of Magic, even the Aurors of the British magic circle know what is called "war grade" black magic. No one knows how strong Voldemort is, but one thing is certain. The thing is, at least greater than two crazy fire dragons.

On the other side, Voldemort took a deep breath and said bitterly, taking advantage of the defense of the Ministry of Magic.

"Withdraw! Let them go tonight, you can take away all those things—"

"No, they want to escape!" Scrimgeour, who hurriedly arrived, reacted first, and the wand in his hand quickly pointed forward.

It's just that at the same time when his spell was cast, countless "All curses are all over" also surged forward, and the giant three-headed fire snake that looked aggressive and exploded in mid-air, turning into fire and rain in the sky. Moving around, blocked the way for everyone from the Ministry of Magic to pursue forward.

When the fire gradually dissipated, the place where Voldemort and the Death Eaters had stood was already empty.

The two fire dragons are still roaring in pain, the fairy dragon trainer and a small number of wizards are trying to comfort them, while more wizards are still holding their wands tightly all over, looking nervously at the surrounding ruins, as if Worried that a dark wizard will reappear from the shadows at any time.

The air is full of hot, **** smell~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The burnt smell of cloth and wood is mixed together, and it smells a little disgusting.

The dark forces were repelled, and the Ministry of Magic building returned to the hands of the magic governments of various countries.

But for Cornelius Fudge and most of the wizards present, a long day has just begun.

After a few scribbled cheers, the crowd dispersed.

The Aurors of other magic governments have to return to their respective magic worlds to help their respective magic governments clean up the mess after the invasion of the Dark Demon.

And the British Ministry of Magic, who were urgently summoned in their sleep, began to repair the broken elevator, and under the command of the heads of various departments, counted the losses of the Ministry of Magic, and the Gringotts elves were broken into pieces, ahead of time. Start their new work:

As the only maintenance party designated by the Ministry of Magic, it calculates the losses in various places and calculates the costs of "post-disaster reconstruction".

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