Hogwarts Homecoming

On a rainy night, the flower of sin bloomed in Berlin.

In the midst of sharp, maniacal laughter, the adult manticore that had guarded Uxta for nearly a century howled and screamed under the evil fire.

The huge scorpion tail whipped against the black rock wall, and Oxta was trembling.

The giant dragon evolved from the pale flames stretched its wings, and its wingtips flew across the narrow path on the rock wall. Thousands of young manticores fell into the abyss like raindrops!

Black ink marks, blooming outside the UK for the first time.

"Ah, no wonder Amosta Brain is so fond of Calendar—"

Bathed in the arrogant firelight, Adam Vogel pushed up the gold frame on the bridge of his nose. He looked at the adult manticore in the abyss whose wailing was gradually subdued, with an elegant smile on his lips.

"This is indeed a very practical magic."

No one answered.

Greengrass, Jasna Vogel and others standing behind him were all silent, looking at the edge of the abyss indifferently, waving their wands wildly, releasing more fire-experienced Bellatrix.

Bang, bang, bang

A series of firecracker-like sounds sounded outside the narrow, maze-like tunnel, causing the expressions of a group of Death Eaters at the edge of the abyss to change slightly.

The strong wind stirred by the raging fire blew Jasuna's soft brown curly hair. She turned her cheek and looked at the pale corridor, her indifferent eyebrows moved,

"What's going on? It's people from the German Ministry of Magic. They shouldn't be here now."

"Nothing surprising, Jasuna, I think there must be something wrong with dear Malfoy-"

Adam, who was enjoying the grand destruction but was distracted from his interest, smiled slightly and said softly,

"It's a shame but I think it's time for us to leave--"

Rodolphus Lestrange immediately stepped forward to call Bella to stop, but he was answered with impatient insults.

"You damn thugs, I swear I will send you all to the gallows!"

The angry voice was amplified by magic and became deafening.

"Apparition has failed!"

Greengrass took a step forward and shouted in a panic,

"The German Ministry of Magic has restarted the protective magic of this prison. I don't want to exaggerate the situation too seriously, but there is no doubt."

Greengrass wiped the sweat from his temples, and his face looked extremely pale under the fire.

"Mr. Vogel, we are stuck in this prison. I think our mission has failed!"

"Oh, I have to correct you a bit, Mr. Greengrass--"

There is a hint of madness in Adam Vogel's relaxed posture.

"Our mission did not fail. I fulfilled my promise to the Dark Lord and rescued my fellow travelers imprisoned in this prison. Of course, as you said, we were a step slow and were blocked by the German Ministry of Magic. ”

The sound of rapid, messy footsteps was rapidly amplifying, and Voldemort's old team members couldn't help but fall into panic.

Apart from Bellatrix who cursed and stopped releasing the fire, the only ones who could remain calm were Adam and Jasna, the father and daughter.

"What should we do, Father?"

Perhaps because of deliberate imitation, perhaps because she has played the role of a professor in a Muggle university for too long, Jasna Rosier also has some elegance and grace of a knowledgeable scholar.

Jasuna asked after glancing at the figure shaking at the corner of the deep corridor.

"You filthy bastards, hypocritical and vomiting hypocrites also want to kill me, no way!"

Without anyone's instructions, Bellatrix rushed forward with her special, cringe-worthy high-pitched laugh.

"I think Mrs. Lestrange has explained to us how we should solve the current crisis--"

Adam Vogel looked at Bellatrix who rushed into the corridor with admiration and said with a smile,

"The situation is very clear, isn't it? Everyone, if we want to avoid hanging and survive, then we can only bury Minister Adenauer and the elite members of the German Ministry of Magic he brought here. I think it is also time to let People know that the strength of the great Dark Lord is by no means limited to the Three Kingdoms."

With that said, Adam Vogel took steps forward, preparing to fight, while Jasuna followed step by step behind her father. There was not much fear in her light eyes, only contempt for the world.

"etc!"

Greengrass looked ugly,

"The Dark Lord did not give us instructions to fight the German Ministry of Magic. I want to call-"

The huge fire dragon that slaughtered the young manticore curled up its wings and suddenly rushed into the complex tunnel like a mine. The smoke and dust raised by the violent explosion obscured everyone's vision.

"We should use the complex terrain to maneuver around and wait for an opportunity to escape, instead of dueling with the German Ministry of Magic here!"

In the reverberation of the rumbling explosion, Greengrass's shout seemed so feeble.

"Dark Lord, you madman, you just want us to be the enemy of the whole world, don't you? I won't accompany you to go crazy, I still have two daughters!"

"Please show some respect to my father, Mr. Greengrass--"

Jasuna grabbed Greengrass by the shoulders and dragged him back, helping him avoid a dense spell.

"I think everything the Death Eaters do for the Dark Lord is against the world."

The most brutal showdown has begun.

The narrow and complicated corridors limited the German Ministry of Magic's numerical advantage.

The worry about the collapse of Extoria made the officials of the German Ministry of Magic even more cautious.

In comparison, the Death Eaters who were trapped in a dilemma and could only fight to the death were much more unrestrained.

They were like the most clumsy demolition company destroying the foundation of Extoria.

Far away from the downtown, the prison hidden deep in the mountain was shaking constantly under their wanton destruction, and large pieces of rubble fell like raindrops.

In this chaotic situation, whether it was the Death Eater team or the German Ministry of Magic, the organization was quickly broken up, and command and coordination were completely useless!

The Grim Reaper gently waved his sickle, harvesting one life after another.

Jasna didn't know how long she had been walking in the dense green light.

She lost the trace of her father, didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and couldn't tell whether the curse light that shot from the dark corners from time to time came from the enemy or colleagues.

The sound of collapse was endless, and the unknown semi-abandoned prison in the mountain was half exposed in the rain.

In the damp darkness, Jasna tried her best to avoid every rock that hit her, looking for a way to survive in the shaking ground, and she didn't even realize that the fierce battle had broken the magic protecting the prison.

In the office of the British Ministry of Magic, Amosta and Amelia looked at the harshly worded accountability letter from the German Ministry of Magic in their hands, looked at each other, and were speechless.