In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, the wizards and wizards who had come to handle matters were leaving quickly.

No one dared to stay here longer. Even though the old man sitting on the chair in the center had never killed anyone, he did not dare to let anyone else because of his reputation as a dark wizard and a wanted criminal. Watch here.

Of course, the chair under Dumbledore was not handed to him by someone. Even if some of the people present still had a good impression of him, no one had the courage to do so in front of so many people present. Show him even the slightest bit of intimacy.

The wizard who was responsible for registering the wands and names of visitors had been tied to the ground with his face facing the ground, his neck shrinking, pretending to be dead and wishing he could bury his whole head in the ground like an ostrich.

The chair had just been beneath him.

The Auror Command responded quickly. They quickly gathered people through the fireplace and arrived at the entrance of the hall. Lucius Malfoy personally led the team. He saw An Ran sitting in the middle of the hall, as if he was staying in his own living room. The contented old man's face was as dark as if he had been smeared with pot ashes.

He directed the Aurors to divide into two waves, guarding the exit and entrance of the hall respectively, surrounding Dumbledore in the middle.

Everyone drew out their wands in preparation, and aimed hundreds of wands at the old man in the middle. But on the contrary, the hand holding the wand on the side with more people was trembling uneasily, and there was a risk on his forehead. Khan, it's like there are not hundreds of people surrounding one person, but one person surrounded by hundreds of people.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Lucius looked gloomily and saw the name of the old man on the seat. Dumbledore smiled and waved to him.

"Ha, it's been a long time, Lucius, my friend. I praised you before for your bright future, but you see, my vision is still very accurate. You have now become the leader of all Aurors."

Lucius stared into Dumbledore's eyes. He did not smile, but asked with an extremely cold look.

"What are you doing here?"

"What for?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Of course you are here to meet my greatest student, what? Doesn't he have any intention of meeting me?"

He smiled like an old man from a neighbor chatting about home affairs, and the wand he held in his hand turned casually.

It was at this moment that the hearts of most of the Aurors who pointed their wands at him slowed down by half a beat and they swallowed subconsciously.

Lucius's face became even more ugly.

The current situation is not that they surrounded Dumbledore, but that Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic and guarded them!

Before the Battle of Hogwarts seven years ago, he had never felt that this harmless-looking old man could pose any threat. No matter how famous and famous he was, Lucius would not He has never experienced his peak period, so this kind of contempt is normal.

But after participating in that battle, especially when Lucius was so close to the battlefield in the Astronomy Tower and almost watched the entire battle between the two top wizards in the magic world, he knew it from the bottom of his heart. Realized the horror of Dumbledore.

Even if the old man loses in the end, this only proves that the winner is more terrifying, rather than showing that he is weak.

If they really take action now, most of the entire tenth floor of the Ministry of Magic located underground will be destroyed. It is impossible for Dumbledore to kill all of them, but he can still leave safely after paralyzing the Ministry of Magic. go.

He was using this Ministry of Magic to force Voldemort to come see him!

It was precisely because he had thought this through in his mind that Lucius was extremely nervous and uneasy at this time. He didn't know what was happening outside at this time, and that Dumbledore needed to come to the Ministry of Magic in person. He didn't know that in Voldemort's heart, the Ministry of Magic What weight do these people in the Ministry of Magic hold in his heart at this time, and whether they are worth coming here in person.

Just as the beads of sweat on Lucius's forehead slipped from his forehead, a voice that frightened and delighted him suddenly sounded behind him.

"It's been so long, Professor Dumbledore."

The wizard with a tall and straight body, sharp features, and extraordinary handsome appearance walked out from behind the Auror.

No one dared to stand in front of him, and every Auror standing here bowed to him in fear, lowered their heads, and shouted in unison.

"gentlemen!"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, with his hands intertwined on his knees. The smile on his face remained unchanged. He looked at the man opposite him who was now the most powerful man in the wizarding world. He waved his hand and someone moved it for him. A chair came, and then all the Aurors present, including Lucius, retreated and left the hall, leaving only Dumbledore and Voldemort, the pair of teachers and students.

"Hogwarts, Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, you still know me as well as before, and you know that the only place I can't let go of is here." Voldemort looked at Dumbledore's eyes calmly, "But I I’m still curious, how did you place people in the other two places?”

Sirius and Lupine were each carrying someone on their backs.

Behind them were more than thirty Azkaban prisoners in ragged clothes, with sallow faces and skinny muscles!

At this time, they had rushed to the gate of the prison, and nearly 80% of the dementors on the entire island had gathered here.

Silver light flowed between them, and the scattered light illuminated the entire castle filled with gray fog.

But there were so many dementors gathered in front of the prison door. They were almost endless. The dementors that were close to the silver light and whose bodies were melted shrank back, while the dementors that were behind them pushed forward.

Dead despair and excited hope resist each other, and the final result is that the escaped prisoners become increasingly depressed.

Sirius gritted his teeth. He protected the unconscious wizard behind him with one hand to prevent him from falling off his back, and raised his wand with the other hand.

"the last time!"

Lupine also changed from his usual gentleness and calmness. He roared and raised his wand above his head, and silver light flowed over them!

Every prisoner raised his wand high like him, and for a moment, the dazzling light swayed down like the scorching sun!

"Call the gods to protect you!"

Countless patron saint spells sounded together, and the lights were condensing. Various animals stepped lightly in the air, leaving behind brilliant silver flying debris that swooped down towards the dementors in front of the gate. !

Wolves, dogs, cows, chickens, foxes, honey badgers, goats. More than thirty guardian angels rushed out a huge gap for them!

The breath of freedom rushed to his face. Outside the prison, Moody was leading dozens of other members of the Order of the Phoenix on broomsticks to deal with the Death Eaters stationed on the island. At the same time, he threw the broomsticks he had prepared long ago. At the feet of these prisoners!