Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

A little earlier, the Lestrange family mansion.

With the rise of the "temporary portal", the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic gathered quickly as originally planned.

Maybe they can't participate in the face-to-face magic confrontation, but as the maintainers of the order of the magic society, they are still very trustworthy in basic magic.

"Block the phantom migration, block the sky and underground, and interfere with the transmission and positioning of the door key"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked solemnly at the "temporary portal" and instructed those Aurors who kept arriving to set up a blockade area.

In the battle plan of Dumbledore, Grindelwald and the Ministry of Magic, the job of the Aurors is not only to prevent Voldemort from escaping. Compared with the most common global blockade, the blockade area set up this time is special and much more elaborate. The five elites of the Division of Magical Disasters opened a barrier in the blockade area, deliberately setting aside an area where they could Apparate.

Encircling the Three Que and One, this is one of the oldest and most effective ways of hunting for humans, and it will naturally not be absent in this encirclement and suppression of the dark forces.

"Everyone raises their attention and must knock down suspicious people who appear in the 'trap area'... no matter who they are!"

Scrimgeour looked around. Due to the risk of infiltration and mutiny within the UK, most of his "team members" were foreign Aurors.

As for the Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic, they were transferred to Hogwarts Castle as the temporary guardian of Hogwarts.

"The disarming spell is given priority. Don't focus on the duel spiritual target after it appears! If they show signs of resistance or escape, immediately stun and arrest them!"

Scrimgeour's vigilance had been almost at its highest since the evidence of Barty Crouch's "treachery" had been in front of him, and he had been with the guy the day before yesterday.

If it wasn't for Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort showing their hands on the old Muggle's side, everyone at the British Ministry of Magic is still kept in the dark by the Crouch guy, and as time goes by, this kind of Vigilance began to evolve into anger, and Rufus Scrimgeour could not wait to catch all the traitors in one breath and judge them one by one.

As for whether those Death Eaters would fall into the trap, that wasn't his concern.

On Dumbledore's side, there is an inner response hidden among the Death Eaters. Although it is not known who it is, the worst result is at most.

Of course, the ambush on their side is more the icing on the cake, or it is more like the credit of trying hard to encircle and suppress the "dark forces".

The real final decision was the battlefield where Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two strongest black-and-white wizards in the first half of this century, were located.

...

Meanwhile, Lestrange's living room.

Without waiting for Voldemort to think for too long, the door not far away opened silently.

Two old wizards came in one after the other, like old people who are walking around before lunch.

"… Dumbledore?"

Voldemort's cold red eyes shrank slightly, staring grimly ahead, and took a breath of cold air.

"Is it you?! What do you want to do, old fellow?"

"Huh? This question should have been what I wanted to ask you."

Dumbledore frowned and stood in the doorway, his wand raised like a sword.

"That's it, Tom," said Dumbledore calmly. "Last night your choice to attack the Ministry of Magic was a foolish decision, and the Aurors will be there soon."

"Perhaps you still think that you are well hidden, and even deliberately avoided most of your former subordinates... However, as in the past, you are too complacent with your magical abilities and your own little cleverness, while ignoring the reality of the world. Tee Crouch has been sent to Azkaban, and we have heard of your whereabouts from a conscience wizard."

The old man looked at Voldemort in front of him with a solemn expression, took a deep breath, and his voice became more and more severe.

"Go ahead, Tom. All your ambitions will come to an end here."

"This time I won't run away and be soft-hearted"

Dumbledore swung his wand suddenly, as if waving a long golden-red fire whip, swept towards Voldemort in front of him.

However, compared to Dumbledore's flame whip, Voldemort's reaction speed is obviously faster.

"Avada eats a big melon"

Before the old man's wand could be raised, Voldemort's bloodless palm grasped the wand by the table.

A phantom-like flash of green light flew towards Dumbledore.

Dumbledore had no intention of arriving, and the old man standing behind him waved his hand gently.

The carpet at the entrance of the living room made a sound of torn cloth and flew up, blocking the spell like a shield.

puff.

The Killing Curse slammed into the dusty old shards of carpet.

Unlike Voldemort's original expectations, his once invincible Killing Curse was like a child's play, unable to penetrate even a shard of a carpet.

This is? !

The next moment, Voldemort realized immediately why his magic was limited by the wand!

He threw himself on the ground in an embarrassment, dodging the flaming whip that swept from above, and looked grimly at the strange black walnut wand in his hand.

It's not that his magic power has decayed too much, he can clearly perceive the boiling magic power in his body, but when he uses this wand to cast spells, most of his magic power is "spit" back, and he can really pass through The magic power emitted by the wand is less than one-tenth of the magic power. If it weren't for his magical attainments, it would be not bad, and the magic flashback occurred just now.

Obviously, the "man behind the scenes" hiding in the shadows only provided him with a very poor quality wand.

"Looks like you haven't gotten used to the new year yet? Tom, your strength at the Ministry last night was more than that..."

Dumbledore's voice came from behind the table.

The golden-red magic whip came through the air and slashed the thick long table in the Lestrange family living room. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

The magical flames lit the table with ease, the terrifying heat scorched Voldemort's pale cheeks, and the sawdust turned into sparks in the heat and rushed towards him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if that's all you have, Dumbledore, sooner or later you'll know what fear and death are!"

Voldemort said viciously, his red eyes widened horribly, and the veins on his right hand holding the wand burst out, and he swung it fiercely forward.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

He didn't know what Dumbledore was talking about, but he knew it wasn't the time to explain.

Dumbledore wasn't going to sit patiently and listen to him explain the ins and outs, and he wasn't going to be caught right after he was resurrected.

"We have given you a new life, Tom...and as a condition, please live as long as possible under Dumbledore's pursuit."

Voldemort had never foreseen such a bizarre, even creepy resurrection of himself.

That disguised voice that can't tell the difference between men, women and children...

That "game" he heard before he first woke up...

All of this, all of it, is like an extremely bad cat-and-mouse game.

Needless to say, the other party is either a hopeless lunatic, a fearless devil, or both.

Some invisible cloud hangs over him, as if he and the Death Eaters had loomed over the British wizarding world decades ago.

The only difference is that compared to his reign decades ago, the man behind the scenes seems to be more insane this time and his only chance to break the game is to escape as best he can in this carefully designed conspiracy and let him Those **** guys pay the price!

as…

Trapped in a trap, beast.

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