Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Chapter 1218: The curtain call of the old king

"TRiddleis Dead!"

On the right side of Lestrange's broken mansion, Grindelwald said indifferently.

The old man's voice was not loud, but it was exceptionally clear at this moment, clear enough to write with a magic quill pen more than ten meters away.

Although in the script that Elena had provided before, the girl hoped that after saying this sentence, he would show a "hehehe" smile like a crazy villain.

However, after thinking carefully for two seconds, Grindelwald decisively denied this bizarre request for the neurotic idiot Dark Lord to have one, and he also had to take care of his image.

After all, according to the performance script previously reviewed by the Greater Arcana Council, the mainstream media in the British magic circle may all be present.

Grindelwald didn't want to make his newspaper debut after half a century as a grotesquely deranged Dark Lord who looked like he was underdeveloped.

You know, there are so many old guys under him, even if the first round of news is mostly published on the UK side, as long as the name "Grindelwald" is involved, the media in all of Europe and even the world of magic will not miss reprinting. Opportunity, this is a super hot spot for their performance. The discussion of the "jailbreak" two years ago even lasted for more than half a year.

Obviously, if his "crazy madness" is printed and circulated in the newspapers, then he may only be forced to wage a second magical war.

Of course, the magic newspaper reporters who arrived in a hurry in the distance didn't know the old devil's inner thoughts at this time.

Later this morning, the Ministry of Magic delivered a message to the leading magical press across the UK.

After more than ten hours of hard work, they successfully locked the hiding place of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and planned to launch a general attack at noon today.

Different from the stereotypes of the past, in view of the fact that this operation may go down in the history books and completely draw the shadow of the dark devil that lasted for more than half a century, the Ministry of Magic agreed for the first time for the reporters to go together.

However, all media personnel who go to the venue must obey the Ministry of Magic's instructions throughout the process, keep magic silent before departure, and also use a low-key way of moving with a door key and a broomstick. Those who are allowed to forcibly enter the battlefield will most likely be regarded as hostile targets by both sides of the fire.

No one wants their photo to appear on a certain page of the newspaper when the big news is out, and this time they don't need to take the risk.

Therefore, under the coordination and arrangement of Ludo Bagman and others, they secretly arrived at the reserved observation position in the name of interviewing the British Quidditch national team.

"The Dark Lord is dead? So simple? This..."

"Did you take a picture of the battle?! Why is the total attack time earlier?!"

"Can we get close now? Is that Mr. Gellert Grindelwald sure we're on our side?"

As Grindelwald killed "Ridel 031" with the Avada Sorrow, the reporters' magic flashes and quills were so excited that they almost exploded on the spot.

If it wasn't for the threat of the old devil in front of them, and the unknown Dark Lord in the ruins, they would almost have run over to the confrontation between two generations of Dark Lords. This may be the first time in the history of the magical society, even if there is no such thing as This attractive gimmick, just a photo of Voldemort's corpse, is enough to make the sales of their next issue explode.

"That's Gellert Grindelwald. Do you think he will follow the orders of the Magical Government?"

Beside the cordon, an Austrian Auror on duty looked into the distance with a complicated look and shrugged his shoulders.

"Besides, it was Albus Dumbledore who fought alongside him. It would be strange if that dangerous guy named Voldemort could escape."

Just like the fear of Voldemort in the British wizarding world, in the cognition of most European wizards, Grindelwald is the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard in centuries.

Since knowing that today's battle lineup is "Grindelwald" and "Dumbledore", this siege, which is dangerous in the eyes of the British, is only a magical crushing almost flat in the eyes of these foreign Aurors. There is nothing to worry about, the only thing that makes them uneasy is whether Grindelwald will take this opportunity to start a second magical war.

And that seems to be the case, Grindelwald walked out of the broken wall of the Lestrange family without even getting his shoes dirty.

"Oh, what are you still doing there, are you worried that the corpse will speak?"

Just as the Aurors and the reporters were hesitating, a confused voice from Grindelwald was heard not far away.

The old wizard slowly put away his wand, randomly summoned an armchair from the rear living room and sat down, taking a good cigar from his bosom and lighting it.

"The battle is over, Voldemort is dead. You can come take pictures and clean up the battle scene."

"As for interviews, if anyone can get me a cup of hot tea the fastest, I'll give priority to answering their questions. Of course, you can also ask Dumbledore."

Grindelwald paused for a few seconds, recalled the small details explained by a caring little angel, casually flicked the soot, and tilted his head toward the other side of the house.

"By the way, if you run fast enough, you might be able to take some pictures of the Aurors arresting Death Eaters in the open space outside the main entrance. Those guys don't know about the death of their master, right? I'll pass them along when I'm in. Oh, and Tom Riddle's wand is my trophy, so..."

He grinned, smiled at the French Auror who was about to clean up the scene, and said softly amiably.

"...don't touch it, understand?"

…………

As Grindelwald said, on the other hand, the Ministry of Magic's ambush was quite successful.

As the strong magic wave surged, the Aurors pulled out their wands and aimed at the only trapping area where they could Apparate.

No one knows how Dumbledore and Grindelwald are going to "lead the snake out of the hole", but everyone chose to believe it unconditionally for the first time.

A few days ago, the "Ministry of Magic" that affected the whole of Europe put a red mark on the faces of the Aurors in all countries. In the past dozens of hours, they have almost become the most mediocre and incompetent in the magical society. The pronoun of the magic official, only by catching those Death Eaters who rushed into the magic government, can the shame engraved on the "Auror" be slightly washed away.

"Everyone is on the highest vigilance, don't let any of the offal dare to come here..."

Rufus Scrimgeour whispered, anger and anticipation on his knife-cut cheek,

"Remember, don't give them time to escape... There's only one chance like this, everyone! Let's defeat Voldemort's army with our own hands..."

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks.

Hooded, face-covered wizards apparated in the swept, empty ambush zone.

They looked around carefully and fearfully, each with their wands hanging by their sides, as if they were afraid of accidentally angering some terrifying demon king.

However, what awaited them was not the Demon King lingering in the depths of their nightmares, but a row of foreign Aurors with different skin colors, all of whom were full of scorching flames that were about to ignite. The Death Eaters who arrived in a hurry reacted, and the dark red magic beam slapped them fiercely like a furious sea.

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Too many people are stunned, don't let them run away!"

Scrimgeour roared, waving his wand and pouring spells toward the ambush field ahead.

As a core official of the British Ministry of Magic, he immediately saw several familiar figures from the hooded figures.

Obviously, Professor Dumbledore's concerns were not wrong.

The Ministry of Magic has long been deeply infiltrated by Voldemort and his henchmen, and the dark forces have been growing under their noses.

If it weren't for the cross-border support of the international magic society, perhaps before he could assemble the Auror troops, he would have been plotted by these traitors lurking within the Ministry of Magic.

It's just that, under the conscious calculation, these escaped the trial of the "traitors" more than ten years ago, and they could not escape this ambush anyway.

The Lestrange family mansion in the distance also made a huge roar. Obviously, the battle over there has also reached a white-hot stage. With the cooperation of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, unless Voldemort can find helpers of the same level, The end of this war of annihilation was set from the beginning, and the era of terror that belonged to Voldemort and his henchmen will come to an end today.

Hmm... Voldemort, the dangerous dark wizard, shouldn't be able to escape this time, right?

Just as this thought floated in Rufus Scrimgeour's mind, an untimely noise suddenly sounded in the distance.

"Tom Riddle is dead!"

"Grindelwald killed the Dark Lord himself!"

"Voldemort is dead"

…………

"The Dark Lord is gone again"

"Well, my Dark Mark has stopped heating up now, too."

Meanwhile, Hogwarts Castle.

Lucius Malfoy and his wife's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other in unison.

From a few minutes ago~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the hot dark mark branded on their arms suddenly became silent for no reason.

As if the urging that was about to burn in the auditorium was just an illusion for the two of them, they had never felt such a strong call from the Darkness in decades.

What surprised the Malfoys even more was that the Dark Mark branded on the inside of their arms was rapidly fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a pattern of ink that was quickly fading under running water. There is only one reason to explain that the terrifying wizard known as the Demon King has once again entered a state of extreme weakness.

"Lucius, this is the end"

Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband with some panic and asked in a low voice.

However, before she could finish speaking, a slight crackle sounded beside the two of them.

A house-elf dressed in a Hogwarts napkin appeared before the Malfoys.

"Mr. Malfoy, Chef Kaslana would like you to come to the kitchen to discuss the damage to the cutlery and pricing compensation."

The unfamiliar house-elf said respectfully, deliberately emphasizing a few syllables of "Kaslana".

Without waiting for Lucius Malfoy to raise his brows, the elf looked at Lucius with big ping-pong eyes and continued cautiously.

"Besides, I heard that you accidentally cut your left arm while eating, and the chef specially prepared some refreshments for you to relieve pain and soothe your nerves. Please come to the chef with me and tell me... After all, You are an important member of the Hogwarts Board of Trustees who signed the 'Agreement', and your advice and opinions are especially important to Hogwarts and the wizarding world at this special time."

Great!

(End of this chapter)

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