Magical Studies at Hogwarts

The existence of the Anti-Apparition Spell meant that Scrimgeour and the Ministry of Magic's reinforcements could only arrive through the Floo Network. The Ministry of Magic had the ability to forcibly connect to the Floo Network. But what they didn't expect was that when they gathered the good people and were ready to set off,

, most of the houses in Diagon Alley were destroyed, and most of the fireplaces that were accessible were lost.

Scrimgeour instantly realized the seriousness of the situation. Diagon Alley seemed to have fallen. He would probably run directly into the encirclement of the dark wizard. But there was no way he could issue an order not to rescue him.

Minister of Magic, you must never do such a thing!

Use stupid methods and try them one by one! The characteristics of floo powder allow them to trial and error. When the floo network is unavailable, throwing floo powder will not ignite green flames at all.

In this way, they used this most primitive and most effective method to finally find a few stable passages. Without any hesitation, Scrimgeour directly ordered people to go through. After successfully passing a few people, he also took care of himself.

Unable to be stopped by his subordinates, he also got into the blazing green flames.

When he reappeared, he was in a dilapidated house deep in Diagon Alley, where there were already five or six Aolo on guard.

Scrimgeour led them out of the house. Fortunately, the fireplaces that were still functioning were concentrated in this area. Not long after, all the reinforcements arrived, more than a hundred people, including nearly three

One-third is Aoluo, so the combat effectiveness can still be guaranteed.

"Concentrate, don't disperse, we don't know how many enemies there are!" Scrimgeour looked at the billowing smoke in the distance and said coldly. With a wave of his hand, everyone took out their wands and ran quickly towards the direction of the smoke.

They didn't run very far when they saw an extremely embarrassed man staggering towards them. He was covered in blood, his steps were stumbling, and behind him were two dark wizards who were laughing wildly.

Without Scrimgeour's words, several Aolo rushed out and neatly rescued the unfortunate guy from the dark wizard. After a long period of identification, Scrimgeour recognized that he was the owner of the second-hand supply store.

"How are you? How are you doing?" He directly poured a bottle of magic potion into the owner of the second-hand supply store to slightly treat his injuries.

The owner of the second-hand supply store came back to his senses under the influence of the potion and recognized that the man in front of him who looked like an angry lion was the current Minister of Magic.

"Minister...minister, am I...dreaming..."

"No!" Scrimgeour shouted back, "Now tell me, what's going on inside?"

Suddenly, the owner of the second-hand supply store burst into tears and shouted hysterically: "Death Eaters! Dark wizards! They... they killed many people! Everyone... everyone is dead!"

"And...and that person who can't...can't name...I...we can't resist, completely...completely..."

"Okay." Scrimgeour loosened the collar of the second-hand supply store owner and said sternly with an extremely serious expression, "That's enough, the situation is very clear..."

"Everyone!" He suddenly raised his voice, "Come with me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Scrimgeour rushed out. Except for the two clerks who sent the lucky second-hand store owner back to the house they just came out from, everyone else followed Scrimgeour closely.

They kept moving forward, advancing quickly, and rescued a few lucky people. However, at the same time, their results were not great. Only a few guys who could not dodge were directly knocked down and killed, and more

They all managed to escape.

This is not good news. The guys who escaped will definitely send back the news of their arrival. What they will face next is probably not these few people in twos and threes, but the army of dark wizards with Voldemort.

Scrimgeour knew this very well.

"Be careful!" he shouted, taking the lead through the alley and turning into the main road of Diagon Alley.

As soon as he appeared, a green light flew towards him. However, Scrimgeour, who had been Ao Luo for so many years and had been fighting on the front line, still had a few brushes. With a wave of his wand, he directly blocked this light.

He cast a death curse. After a closer look, he recognized who had just attacked him.

That crazy bitch of Lestrange—Bellatrix.

However, compared to those famous Death Eaters, what alarmed him more was the tall and thin man standing in the middle. Scarlet pupils, snake-like nostrils, and the bare head, no matter which feature

Everyone can see his identity at a glance...

Dark Lord!

"Hey hey hey... Rufus Scrimgeour..." Lao Fu stood at the original position, quietly watching the number of people behind Scrimgeour getting more and more, until finally they were almost on par with him, and then he

Said, "I have been waiting for you for a long time..."

"Have you seen your own death?"

"I saw your defeat!" Scrimgeour shouted, then raised his wand, and a red ball of light immediately rose into the sky, and then exploded suddenly.

No need to say anything more, the people from the two parties collided fiercely. In just one encounter, more than a dozen people from both sides fell down. There was no time to rescue. With such magic spells flying around, they fell down.

It means death, and it is even possible that if you stumble, you will be hit by a fatal curse.

Various spells flashed across the sky, blood splattered, and fire blazed. Someone died every second, whether it was the Ministry of Magic or dark wizards.

The scenes at this time all showed the fragility of life and vividly demonstrated the cruelty of war. But no one backed down, and both sides had reasons to win.

Scrimgeour couldn't distract himself from looking at the situation of his men. As soon as he fought with Lao Fugu, he was directly at a disadvantage. After shooting two magic spells at each other, he could only parry and defend.

I have been Aoluo for so many years, and I have personally captured so many dark wizards, but there has never been a dark wizard like Voldemort. His magic power is strong, his spell casting is fast and precise, and the connection of various spells is like a natural, secret technique, and black magic.

Poison curse, except for the death curse, he almost never saw the same two magic spells.

There was a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart. Under Voldemort's magic, Scrimgeour was extremely embarrassed. Even because of the existence of the anti-Apparition spell, he had almost no room to dodge and could only take Voldemort's attack forcefully.

It's hard, very hard!

Gradually, wounds appeared on Scrimgeour's body, and blood flowed out, slowly soaking his robe red.

He could see that Voldemort was torturing him! He just wanted to torture him to death in front of so many people from the Ministry of Magic!

And it's obvious that he is going to succeed...