Elemental Wizards at Hogwarts

Charles moved forward, holding on to his own feeling of emptiness. He led the young wizards to clean up the dementors in the Ministry of Magic and search for traces of his teacher. On the other hand, Dumbledore was not in a good mood.

In fact, Dumbledore had already arrived in London when the Dementors began to attack the Ministry of Magic. Coincidentally, the moment Dumbledore was brought to London by Phoenix Fawkes was exactly the time when Voldemort opened his magic circle.

This magic circle actually has only two effects, prohibiting disembodiment and prohibiting phoenixes. Unfortunately, when Fox took Dumbledore with him, both of them were almost used.

It was precisely because of this that in the end Fox could only scream and stop next to the magic circle arranged by Voldemort. Dumbledore did not care and watched as the densely packed dementors in the sky began to attack the ground.

Dumbledore no longer hesitated and began to quickly arrange the Muggle Expelling Curse to block ordinary people's perception of this battle. That is to say, Muggles cannot see the Dementors. If the SLR can see the Dementors, tonight

It’s hard to hide this battle, since this is the most populous city in the UK.

When Dumbledore finished placing the Muggle expulsion spell, the dementors had already broken through the solid road surface, which was the ceiling of the Ministry of Magic. Looking at the dementors pouring inward like a tide, Dumbledore

In the end, I temporarily gave up my plan to rush into the Ministry of Magic.

Waiting until all the extremely fast and dark Dementors rushed into the hole they had made, Dumbledore asked Fox to go back and take care of the Order of the Phoenix.

After Fawkes turned into flames and disappeared in front of Dumbledore, Dumbledore looked at the dark hole with solemn eyes and was speechless for a long time.

In the end, Dumbledore sighed, then waved his wand and released his Phoenix Patronus. After letting the Patronus continuously surround him with a radius of two meters, he jumped into the place that looked like

It's like a bottomless black hole.

However, in fact, the Ministry of Magic still exists here, and it is not a bottomless pit. Dumbledore only fell for a short while, and his feet once again stepped on the ground.

Dumbledore frowned and looked at everything around him. Because there were too many Dementors, the originally bright Ministry of Magic had now become difficult to see objects other than Umi.

The Phoenix Patronus beside him was a very conscientious guardian, Dumbledore, who constantly burned the dementors that tried to attack Dumbledore into ashes.

Dumbledore looked serious, and very cautiously raised his wand to explore forward little by little. Although the dementors blurred his sense of magic, Dumbledore could still roughly sense a very evil and cold force.

The magic is all around.

Just as Dumbledore carefully came to the square of the Ministry of Magic with his wand raised, a very hoarse voice with a hint of ridicule appeared not far away.

"Well, well, well, our distinguished guest has finally arrived, my dear Professor Dumbledore!"

As the words fell, the figure not far from Dumbledore seemed to raise his hand and snap his fingers, and then the dense crowd of dementors surrounding Dumbledore seemed to have received some order, very abruptly.

back away.

It wasn't until all the Dementors had retreated outside the hall that Dumbledore finally saw the figure in front of him clearly, Voldemort, who was officially sitting on a throne that looked like it was made of human bones.

Seeing that the entire hall had been cleared, Voldemort slowly stood up, snapped his fingers to make the throne beneath him disappear, and then looked at Dumbledore with a smile.

"Welcome, Professor Dumbledore, how long has it been since we last met?"

As if seeing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years, Voldemort opened his arms and looked at Dumbledore, who was still looking at him warily with his wand raised.

"Tom..."

Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he was interrupted by Voldemort rudely, "Don't call me that name!!!!"

Voldemort's face was unusually ferocious, and he stared at Dumbledore. After a long time, he took a deep breath, put a false smile on his face again, looked at Dumbledore, and continued.

"Well, my dear Professor Dumbledore, are you satisfied with the play I directed?"

At this moment, Voldemort was like a director who knew drama, using exaggerated movements to constantly describe his plan.

"To be honest, I was surprised when I found out that I could contact that damn Harry Potter, but soon, I came up with a brilliant plan.

A plan for you and your damn apprentice. You know, the surprise your good apprentice left for me caused a lot of trouble for me. It’s rude to come back without reciprocating, right?"

Voldemort looked extremely proud, as if his plan had become a foregone conclusion. He looked at Dumbledore who was still on guard without any anxiety, and then continued.

"I carefully selected your and Harry's graves. Look, the entire Ministry of Magic has used them as your coffins. There is nothing more gorgeous in the world than this, right?"

Dumbledore still looked at Voldemort who was performing alone without saying a word. Voldemort didn't care about Dumbledore and continued.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you and Malfoy. If it weren't for your conspiracy, I wouldn't have such a perfect plan. Ha, ridiculous Malfoy, look, they actually thought they could hide it from their master.

?Hahahahahaha!”

Voldemort acted as if he was a wise man who had seen everything clearly, and performed to his heart's content in front of Dumbledore, without any feeling of nervousness before the battle.

Looking at Voldemort's appearance, Dumbledore's frown deepened. It seemed that he was dissatisfied with Voldemort's complacency. Dumbledore finally expressed his inner thoughts.

"Give up, Tom, you can't win!"

After listening to Dumbledore's words, Voldemort's face, which was originally full of pride, gradually turned ferocious. With a quick turn, a pale green light hit Dumbledore.

"I! Said! I'm not allowed to! Call! That! Name!!!!"

Facing Voldemort's roar and the miserable green light that hit him, Dumbledore didn't panic at all. Suddenly, a red light as thick as an arm was fired from Dumbledore's wand, directly facing the miserable green light fired by Voldemort.

Green light.

The two magics collided in mid-air, bursting out with dazzling light. The two kept intersecting, just like a tug-of-war, constantly trying to push in the direction of the other.

Looking at the continuous intersection of curses, Voldemort's face once again showed a ferocious smile, his eyes seemed to be able to see Dumbledore directly across from the intersection of curses, and he roared loudly.

"Hahaha, is it just you and that little brat named Ciel? Or is it relying on that reckless savior named Harry?"