My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

After everyone in the way left, Voldemort gracefully moved his wand in a semicircle in the air, issuing an invitation for the duel to begin. However, Levin Green once again stretched out his palm and motioned for him to wait a moment.

"What's the problem?" Voldemort's brows furrowed, and there was obvious impatience in his voice, but he still suppressed his anger and slowly took back his wand.

As a Dark Lord of mixed-blood origin, Voldemort worshiped pure blood almost to the point of obsession. He firmly believes that only pure blood is the most noble existence, and this belief is deeply rooted in his heart. Therefore, in some respects, he still maintains the social etiquette of the traditional pure-blood family - especially in such solemn matters as duels. Of course, this can only drag approved opponents.

He showed rare patience when facing Levin. He wanted to know what else this young man wanted and why he kept delaying the start of the duel.

Levin pointed to the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were standing between the arch platform and the steps, and said loudly: "I told you, go to the steps and don't try to interrupt this duel."

Voldemort's noseless face turned slightly to the side, he took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled. This was his way of expressing dissatisfaction and anger, but at this moment, he chose to be patient.

After everyone in the Order of the Phoenix stood on the steps, Su Wen waved his wand under Voldemort's alert gaze.

Levin whispered a spell in his mouth, and the tip of the staff instantly burst out with dazzling light. He turned around suddenly, and the hem of his black coat drew an elegant arc in the air like a shooting star. Immediately afterwards, a powerful magical energy poured out from the tip of the staff, quickly outlining a huge circle of blue flames around the high platform.

This blue flame seemed to be given life, dancing along the circular concave ground between the steps and the circular arch platform, like a roaring blue fire dragon. The entire area was enclosed by this mysterious blue wall of fire, forming a duel venue that belonged only to Levin and Voldemort.

At this time, a Death Eater who was close to the flames was caught off guard and swallowed by tongues of blue flames. He wailed in horror, but in an instant, his body was transformed by the raging blue flames.

Levin glanced at the floating ashes indifferently and flicked it away without a care. It was the only trace of the Death Eater left in the world.

"Now, I can make sure no one will bother us."

"Heh, Levin Green, are you trying to protect those students?" Voldemort's sneer echoed in the air, his eyes as sharp as snakes, staring at Ginny and the others not far away. These little wizards are hiding in the circular parapet passage under the steps. The blue flame Levin cast just now isolates them from the outside world, forming an indestructible barrier.

Voldemort slowly raised his wand, pointing at Ginny and the others' hiding place. His voice was full of threats: "I have known their whereabouts for a long time, Green. If you don't surrender, I will kill you first." You, let them become the dead souls of my sword one by one."

In the fierce battlefield, the two Death Eaters' eyes met and they nodded to each other. They planned to fly over to the opposite steps and continue fighting, because there were more accomplices there and could provide them with greater support. Turning their bodies, they turned into black smoke and floated up lightly, trying to cross the barrier of blue flames.

However, they failed to do so. Just when they were about to cross the flames, a blue flame as flexible as an eel and blazing suddenly jumped out, hitting them with lightning speed. The black smoke was completely ignited before even a scream could be heard under the raging flames, and was burned without a trace in an instant.

Levin glanced up at the falling ashes, a trace of disdain flashed across his face. He did not take Voldemort's threat to heart, but asked in a provocative tone: "I'm ready, let's start now. ?If you still want to carry out that ridiculous duel ceremony, I can accompany you at any time."

Upon hearing this, Voldemort felt an inexplicable sense of shame well up in his heart.

In his opinion, he had always maintained a polite appearance and allowed Levin to do one thing after another, completely out of pure-blood pride. However, Levin regarded duel etiquette as a joke and completely ignored it. His pride was crushed beneath his feet.

In anger, the tip of Voldemort's wand instantly lit up with green light, which was a signal that he was about to launch a fatal attack.

However, Levin was not afraid at all. The port of his wand gathered magical energy of seven colors, which was as dazzling as a rainbow.

In the monitoring room of the Ministry of Magic, the walls are densely covered with countless huge display screens [each screen displays dynamic events in every corner of the Ministry of Magic in real time.

At this time, the most central and largest display screen was showing a thrilling melee scene in the death hall.

"Is it okay? Is it okay?" Cirilla had been leaning against the door frame before, but now she suddenly stood up straight and was pacing back and forth anxiously.

Her eyes were fixed on the big screen, for fear of missing any key moment.

Beside her, Hermione, Cho Chang and Penello were also staring at the screen intently. According to Levin's previous arrangement, their movements were temporarily restricted and they had to remain vigilant before Voldemort appeared to prevent a surprise attack.

Jaina looked at these anxious girls and finally nodded.

The next second, Cirila was the first to rush out of the door. As soon as her figure reached the door, a blue light flashed past her and she disappeared into the air.

"Damn it, why don't I have this kind of talent?" Hermione narrowed her eyes and stared at the place where Cirilla disappeared, and couldn't help but say with envy.

As the ancient blood of the wizarding world, Cirilla's use of time and space magic is as natural as instinct. This is an ability that others cannot match.

The other girls could only stay where they were and obediently used teleportation spells to leave the monitoring room.

"Protect them." Jaina ordered Onyxia beside her.

She knew that, besides Levin, Onyxia was the most powerful existence among them - of course, this was when Levin lifted the restrictions.

The female black dragon Onyxia nodded and left the monitoring room shortly after.

In the monitoring room at this time, in addition to Gianna, there was another important figure——Cornelly Fudge, Minister of Magic. However, compared to Jaina's calm and under control demeanor, Fudge's performance pales in comparison.

Fudge didn't care at all how Jaina deployed her troops, because at this time, Fudge fell into an inexplicable panic, as if all defenses had been broken by the news of Voldemort's return. There were beads of sweat on his bald forehead, but he didn't notice it, let alone take out a handkerchief to wipe it. His lips kept opening and closing, like a fish out of water, muttering in a low voice: "It's over, it's over, he's really back." "

The Ministry of Magic employees present witnessed this scene, and their evaluation of Fudge instantly dropped to the bottom.

The performance of the two was in the sky and the other in the earth. It was self-evident that who was more suitable to be the leader. They all responded to Jaina's arrangement and almost regarded Fudge as air.

Finally, after Jaina issued a series of orders, she turned her attention to Fudge. At this moment, she has taken off her previous disguise and no longer maintains her previous respectful attitude towards her immediate boss.

She put her arms on the desk and leaned forward slightly, approaching Cornelius Fudge. Her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she could see through Fudge's inner panic and fear.

"Connelly, I will leave you an opportunity to resign." Gianna's voice was very cold, "Looking at our relationship, I will not hold you accountable like I did with Crouch."

After hearing this, Fudge raised his head in shock, his eyes filled with disbelief: "What do you mean, Jaina?" He finally realized the seriousness of the problem, his voice trembling, "So you have been able to identify the mysterious person a long time ago. ....."

It was only at this moment that Fudge realized as if he had woken up from a dream that Levin and Jaina had already known about Voldemort's return. The reason why they maintained an ambiguous attitude before was just to use this opportunity to provoke him to fight against Dumbledore. Thinking that he had been kept in the dark before, Fudge felt an indescribable anger and frustration in his heart.

"Connelly, Connelly," Ms. Jaina Proudmoore's voice revealed a trace of disappointment and anger, "your crime is not only to conceal the truth about Voldemort's return from the masses, but also goes beyond the scope of dereliction of duty. .You'd better see for yourself."

As she spoke, she put a CD into the playback device and stared at Fudge's face with cold eyes. The disc began to rotate slowly, and the picture on the screen gradually became clear - the one Hermione had given her before, which recorded a series of Umbridge's crimes.

Fudge's face turned pale instantly, and he stared at the picture on the screen in stunned silence:

The clips of Umbridge admitting to releasing the Dementors and using the Unforgivable Curse on Harry, as well as her proactive revelation that Fudge deliberately pretended to be ignorant, were all shown in front of him.

"I don't know, these things were not instigated by me." Fudge's voice was trembling and weak, and he felt an inexplicable fear and anger rising from the bottom of his heart. Although he was aware of the things Umbridge did, he never authorized her to use such excessive and dirty methods.

He is the Minister of Magic, how could he do such despicable things personally?