Hogwarts Homecoming

Amidst the shaking of the sky and the earth, the model of the Magic City placed between the Ministry of Magic hall and the elevator hall fell down with a roar.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Harry and other people got up one after another.

After taking a few glances at the large, dark hole where gravel was still falling, Ron withdrew his gaze and looked at Draco, his tone full of pleasure.

"Can you believe it, they really left you behind."

"That's enough, Ron."

Mr. Weasley said seriously, then looked at Draco who was in despair, and then looked at Harry and Hermione.

"Who came up with the idea of ​​the exchange?"

"It's Lucius Malfoy, Mr. Weasley—"

Hermione said.

"Yeah?"

Arthur turned his attention to Draco again and frowned.

"What's the problem, Arthur?"

Frank still had his arm around Neville's shoulders, and it was only now that Harry noticed that he, like Neville's mother, was wearing home pajamas.

After a moment of hesitation, Mr. Weasley answered the question,

"I know Lucius Malfoy, he's certainly not a good wizard, but"

boom!

Halfway through the words, a deafening roar came from the big hole just blasted by the Death Eaters again!

"It must be Kingsley and the others!"

Amidst Ginny's nervous cries, Neville's father shouted,

"They should have arrived a long time ago, but Kingsley definitely needs some time to organize the manpower!"

So the Death Eaters can't escape?

Harry's heart suddenly cheered up.

"Come on, let's go up."

Although there are still some issues that need to be clarified, now is definitely not the time, Mr. Weasley ordered solemnly.

Fortunately, the corridor leading in was not destroyed in the fierce fighting.

The group darted down the aisles and around the corner, where Mr. Weasley banged his fist on the button, summoning an elevator.

The elevator clanked and clanked as it descended. The gate opened and a group of people rushed in. Then Mr. Weasley smashed the button in the main hall with his fist. The door closed and slowly ascended.

Harry, who ran out of the elevator car again, saw what he wanted to see.

Kingsley and Scrimgeour surrounded the Death Eaters with more than thirty thugs as quickly as they could.

In a short period of time, several Death Eaters have fallen. Now, only Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix and three or four other Death Eaters are still fighting in the trapped beasts. .

However, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

Neville's father and mother were protecting the young wizards in the elevator hall, while Mr. Weasley rushed into the battle group without saying a word.

"Give up your resistance, Death Eaters. No matter what your attempts are, it is impossible to realize them. Your defeat is certain!"

Harry's whole body relaxed as Kingsley persuaded him to surrender.

call.

Harry's shoulders slumped, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his body.

He made a big mistake tonight, but...

How can I put it, he was pretty lucky, Draco was caught, the Death Eaters couldn't escape, and it seemed that the staff that belonged to Cleona couldn't escape either.

This result is quite acceptable.

Harry thought, but suddenly he felt his surroundings grow quiet.

Obviously the resistance in the hall is still continuing. The glass fragments shattered by the magic spells are as crystal clear as snowflakes reflecting sunlight, spreading slowly and slowly——

what happened?

Harry thought confusedly. Everything around him seemed to slow down. His perspective seemed to have changed. Is he falling?

"Do you really think so, Shacklebolt?"

A high-pitched, cold voice reached Harry's ears as he collapsed on the ground, letting him understand what had happened.

Voldemort is coming.

There was a breeze in the scattered hall, and some black snowflakes appeared in the air.

The snowflakes were carried by the breeze to form a hazy snow tornado, passing by several beaters gracefully, stopping next to Lucius Malfoy, and then slowly spreading out.

Voldemort, wearing a dark wizard's robes with wide sleeves, revealed his true form.

The strikers who were swept by his blood-red eyes fell silent one by one. They stared at him in horror, gasping as if their throats were being strangled.

"You think Voldemort's Death Eaters are doomed, don't you?"

Voldemort finally looked at Shacklebolt.

It was as if the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic suddenly sank into the deep sea, and the heavy water pressure prevented everyone from moving.

It's like floating above the clouds, and the thin air makes it difficult for people to breathe.

The world was eerily quiet, except for Harry's intermittent miserable wails.

"We will resist to the death!"

Kingsley was sweating like rain, and he forced out a sound through his teeth.

"ha--"

Voldemort just smiled coldly,

"Courage is commendable."

"Owner--"

The few Death Eaters who were still standing gathered around the Dark Lord. Lucius bowed and respectfully offered the prophecy ball he got, but the gray eyes in his eyes were trembling. stop.

"The only thing I praise you for is your loyalty, Lucius, my old friend-"

Voldemort's tone was lazily, and he waved his sleeves to knock off the prophecy ball held by Lucius. It was no surprise that the broken prophecy ball turned into a puff of smoke.

"I have no idea!"

Lucius jumped up in surprise. He stared at the rapidly dissipating smoke with wide eyes.

"I thought Master, they must--"

"That's enough."

Voldemort's tone was not harsh, but he shut up Lucius immediately.

"For how many days, I have spent all my energy influencing that boy and creating the situation tonight, but what have my Death Eaters done?"

Voldemort asked.

Even Bellatrix, who was so excited after seeing the Death Eaters, shrank her head.

"--My trusted Death Eaters were almost killed by a group of young wizards."

No Death Eater dared to argue, unless they wanted to be killed before the Ministry of Magic's strikers could.

"Fortunately, Voldemort's prophecy ball is still there--"

Voldemort's crimson eyes passed through most of the hall and elevator hall, and fell on Elune.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Perhaps because he was getting used to the severe pain, Harry felt that his consciousness had returned to some level. He fell to the ground and tried to raise his head, looking towards the place where the strange noise was coming.

It's a phone booth!

The phone booth that allows visitors to enter the ministry is slowly lowering from the hall under everyone's astonished eyes.

This scene seems a bit weird and funny.

But when the phone booth door opened, the witch who walked out of the door and the man floating behind her made Harry roar in heart-rending pain.

"No!!!"

Bang!

Sirius' body hit the floor hard, it should have hurt, but Sirius didn't move at all.

"It's over over there, I'll come back first."

Vitiya said in a cold voice.

Harry's pain-filled roar earned Voldemort an interested glance.

"By the way, Vogel and his men were wiped out."

Vitia said again, drawing Voldemort's eyes back.

There was a hint of gloom in Voldemort's red eyes, but he just smiled and said in a light voice,

"Really? It's a pity, but you still deserve a reward, dear Vetia. You cleaned up the trash. Come on, your stuff, Voldemort got it back--"

Voldemort raised his hand, slowly took out the Grapevine Staff from Lucius's hand, and then handed it to Vitia.

"Take it, Voldemort promised not to mistreat those who have merit. This is yours. By holding it, you can better serve Voldemort——"

It’s over——

Voldemort and Vitia Cliona, who got her own staff.

This thought crossed the mind of every beater in the hall who watched this scene.

In the blink of an eye, they were the defeated party.

Harry fell to the ground. He didn't look at Vitia and Voldemort. He was looking at the figure lying on the cold floor. Tears blurred his vision until--

In a stretched second, golden calendar fire gushes out from the scepter.

The flames turned into the shape of chains and a hand in the shocked eyes.

The golden Calendar Fire Chain tied up the equally astonished Vitia Cliona, and the Calendar Fire Palm flew across the entire hall in the blink of an eye, came to the elevator hall, and held down the hand that was used by Ron. Draco held his wand against his head.

Then--

The air around the two of them suddenly became hazy and distorted.

All the glass in the elevator hall broke with Voldemort's high-pitched scream. Harry saw Voldemort raise his wand, as if to stop something, but -

Just a short distance away from him, a series of shining red stars flew out of the staff held by Vitiya, who was bound by the Calendar Fire Chain!