Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Panic!

confusion!

The sudden attack caused the Ministry of Magic, which had no preparation at all, to suffer a devastating blow in a moment.

The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, which has been peaceful for a long time, has become a victim of the war. The glorious decoration that has made the officials of the Ministry of Magic proud of themselves has not been able to provide them with a slight sense of security.

Flames, explosions, blood, corpses...

This is not a fight, but a bloody massacre.

The personal courage and role of the wizard's war are fully highlighted in this battle.

Voldemort strolled in this chaotic battlefield, watching the officials of the Ministry of Magic who were running around, wishing to get into the table, listened to the shrill wailing sounds, and a hint of intoxicating blush flashed across his face.

This feeling is so wonderful...

He walked leisurely, occasionally raising his arms and punching an Avadassauer. With every move, he could take the lives of a brave Aurors.

Every time this happens, the Death Eaters will make unremarkable sounds of crying and whispers, and Voldemort's mood will rise even higher with the urging sounds.

Perhaps because of the feeling of the master, Voldemort's life-seeking curse was getting brighter and brighter.

A spell can take a life. This terrifying scene not only destroys the brave people who resist, but also destroys the courage of the Ministry of Magic officials.

They never thought that the enemy they had been pursuing and even gaining the upper hand would be so terrifying.

This made them unable to understand...

Grindelwald had been imprisoned for too long, so long that they had long forgotten the horror of top wizards and forgot that the person Voldemort was afraid of was Dumbledore, not some mediocre officials who were icing on the cake.

On the tenth floor underground, the courtroom that cannot even be reached by the elevator was captured by the Death Eaters who broke in one by one. They proudly stepped on the judge's seat, jumping and forming a beautiful landscape...

On the nine underground floor, the Department of Mysterious Things, the most confidential location of the Ministry of Magic, several Death Eaters broke into it, plundering rare items, packing and holding them, and even forgot the wand.

The Sports Division on the seventh floor underground, the International Magic Cooperation Division on the fifth floor, the Fantastic Beast Management Division on the fourth floor, and the Magic Accident and Disaster Division on the third floor, none of them survived.

Only the Magic Execution Division on the second floor of the underground can barely withstand it for a moment because of the gathering of Aurors.

But under the invasion of the Death Eaters with a large number of people, the few Aurors could only run away and cope with several times more enemies than their own.

Erquette, the director of the Legal Enforcement Department, had a piece of his hair removed by someone, and an ear was also blown to pieces.

But he didn't care about these things at this time. He was still trying hard to roar, organizing not to organize the Aurors to resist the counterattack, but to organize the retreat of living forces.

There is no way, now he is very sober, he knows that the Ministry of Magic can no longer be saved!

The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic died and surrendered, the minister disappeared, and the staff were mixed with Death Eaters informants.

In today's situation without high-end power and unified command, resisting the Death Eater is tantamount to climbing the sky on foot, even more difficult than climbing to the sky!

"Go away quickly, Phantom moves! Find your professor, find Dumbledore! Go away quickly! There are many obstacles!"

A beautiful obstacle spell saved the life of a young Auror. He grabbed the Auror's collar and pulled him behind him.

"Quick, the anti-phantom movement has been unblocked, go quickly!"

In order to make the shame of Yixue being subdued by Guyi, Urquette has mastered a beautiful magic for five years. Now, it has finally come to use its skills.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A spell was blown out, and a row of desks were blown into dust, which drifted between the dust, blocking the Death Eaters' sight.

"Director, go quickly!"

A young Auror grabbed Director Urquette's wrist, with blood and sporadic tears on his face, shouting loudly in his crying tone.

The young Auror cried...and they were just a group of children...

The youngest is in his early 17th century, the oldest is only twenty-one or two years old, and he is still a group of children...

If there was no war, the child might become an explorer or the owner of a joke toy store. Just on Diagon Alley, the business can be done very much...

They are still children... Damn war...

"No!"

Urquette took a deep breath, clamped the young Auror's wrist tightly, and pulled him off his wrist.

"Child, you're still young... Go to Hogwarts... tell Dumbledore about the situation here...and...your professor Guyi..."

"No! Director, let's go together!"

Urquette, who saw the determination of the Death Eater to destroy the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, was slightly silent for two seconds, and in a flash, he showed a bright smile.

"Hahaha, silly kid! Don't worry about me, I was able to fight with you Professor Gu Yi back and forth!

If you, Professor Gu Yi, weren't you, more cute, maybe, the one who served as your Black Magic Defense Professor would be me, not him!

Don't worry about me, just take good care of yourself!"

As he said that, he reached out to push the young Auror hard, and turned back to the fire of war.

"Director!"

"Let's go! Don't be tempted! I remember what you professors have taught. To perform tasks, you should compare the weight of the task! Now your weight is preferred over me! Save yourself! Go quickly!"

Urquette roared loudly, waving the wand in his hand constantly, and spells were like an antelope hanging its horns, precise and just right.

For a moment, all the Death Eaters shifted their focus to this master!

A young Auror, with tears in his eyes, hid behind the wall, gritted his teeth, and desperately fired a spell.

Another calm Auror had his eyes red, holding on to several former classmates, one flashed and disappeared.

After glancing at this scene, Urquette finally showed a gratified smile on his lips.

Professor Gu Yi's trust has not been disappointed... It's a pity... I don't have the chance to have a fair duel with him...

......

In the office of Hogwarts's professor of Transformation, there is a pile of documents high. Although today is a holiday, for Professor McGonagall, as long as Dumbledore is not present, there is no difference between holidays and holidays, not to mention that he even took Professor Gu Yi away...

"Dong...Dongdongdong~"

"Who?"

When he heard the rushing knock on the door, Professor McGonagall suddenly became irritated for some reason.

‘Dong...Dongdongdong~’

"The door is not locked when you come in!"

Although Professor McGonagall said this, driven by his heart, he stood up and walked towards the outside.

"Who, is there anything important?"

Because the knock on the door was very rapid, Professor McGonagall became even more irritable.

"Hmm? Urquette..."

Seeing the visitor, Professor McGonagall was in a daze for some reason, as if he had lost something.

"hi~Mileva..."

Urquette still had that gentle smile and affectionate eyes, staring at Professor McGonagall's somewhat haggard figure.

"Why are you here?"

Seeing the visitor, Professor McGonagall subconsciously sorted out his messy hair and welcomed him into the office.

"What? Isn't the Ministry of Magic busy?"

He led Urquette to the sofa, and while tidying up the messy decorations in the office, he prepared to boil water and make tea for him.

Urquette, sitting on the sofa, couldn't bear to leave the busy figure for a moment, and a happy smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:

"Don't bother...Minerva...I'm just here to see you...however you are doing..."

"Look at how I'm doing?"

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall raised his brow, turned to look at Urquette sitting on the sofa, and threw the rag in his hand over.

"...I see you are here to see if I have come with Professor Gu Yi!"

The rag hit Urquette's body, splashing dust.

"...I said you are... a big-name person always likes to eat the vinegar of a young man.

I have said it many times. Professor Gu Yi and I are just good friends. How old is he? How old is I? Do you think I am still that young girl?"

"...You will always be that young and capable girl in my eyes..."

"...It's really, how old is, I'm still saying something unreasonable..."

Hearing Urquette's words, Professor McGonagall's cheeks turned red, but her heart became more and more uncomfortable...

"Why are you free to come to me? Is the Ministry of Magic no longer busy?"

Professor McGonagall asked this question again, but Urquette still shook his head and smiled, avoided answering, held his knees and stood up slowly.

"Huh...Okay, I feel relieved when I see you're doing well..."

"What?"

Professor McGonagall's premonition became stronger and stronger... But Urquette didn't care and still said to himself.

"...Remember to eat on time every day, go to bed early and get up early..."

"...why are you talking about these things..."

"Don't just be busy. If you need some work, push it whenever you need it. Although Dumbley is not young, his body is much better than you and me..."

"Urquette...what's wrong with you..."

Professor McGonagall said, tears flowing down her face.

"...and that ancient one..."

Speaking of this, Urquette was silent for a moment, but after a moment, he still smiled.

"... Although I don't want to admit it, that Gu Yi is indeed a very capable person, if..."

"...Urquette, what happened?"

“…I mean if…”

"...Urquette! Stop talking!"

Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, tears had been connected into a line, stepped forward, spread his hands, and hugged him suddenly...

"...If... Forget it...Forgive me, Minerva... I still can't say anything blessing..."

Looking at the dust on her hands, Professor McGonagall was stunned... She realized something, looked up and saw Urquette's figure flashing and becoming more and more illusory.

“…Urquette…”

Tears also overflowed from Urquette's smile.

"...Minerva...I love you..."

"Urquette!!!"

Professor McGonagall stood in depressedly, looking at the increasingly dim figure in front of him, tears gushing out like a spring, and Urquette's name was repeated in his mouth, like crying and complaining, extremely sad.

In the Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters were caring and leaping, forming a circle, and the center of the circle was their great Dark King.

Beside the Dark King, the only top official they caught without escaping from the Ministry of Magic.

The high-ranking official was over fifty years old, his hair had already become mostly white, his appearance was strong, but he was particularly embarrassed.

He was rushed over by a group of Death Eaters, knocked away the wand in his hand, and killed two enemies with the means of casting without a stick...

He was forced to come to the hall by the angered Death Eaters, and humiliated him in front of the surrendered bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic.

Heart-drawing curse, soul-snatching curse, skin-skinning curse...

A kind of tormenting hand is used on a man of this age.

The man wailed and frantically, but never begged for mercy from beginning to end...

He looked at everyone with a sarcastic look. Even though he was forced to show all kinds of ugly things, his soul was always proud and looked down at everyone...

That kind of gaze is so dazzling to the Death Eaters, especially Voldemort...

Finally, after experiencing cruel torture, he was relieved

A life-seeking curse that was so angry that it was...

Voldemort's own hand...

He is dead...

“...Minerva..."

“…Urquette…”

“...Farewell forever…”

"No!!!"

‘Dongdongdongdongdongdong...’

The rapid knock on the door sounded again, and the lost Professor McGonagall moved his footsteps and came to the door with difficulty, gently opening the door that she was looking forward to.

She had never been looking forward to it as she was today. She was looking forward to opening the door and seeing the figure she was familiar with...

However, she had already told her clearly that she might never see the person she was looking forward to...

really...

"Professor McGonagall, urgent news, the Ministry of Magic has fallen!"

Buzz ~

Professor McGonagall's body shook and his face became more and more confused. In an instant, she seemed to have become ten years older, like a walking corpse!

"Minerva! Be cheer up! The students still need our protection!"

“…students…to…students…”

Hearing Professor Flivie's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to have come back to his soul, a hint of spirit flashed in his eyes, and his mouth muttered.

"...students...students...huh!"

After taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall seemed to have forgotten everything that had just happened. He stood up straight, like a tall green pine, full of endless fighting spirit.

"Professor Flivie! Now immediately notify all teachers and students to carry their wands and evacuate them in an orderly manner. All professors will protect the safety of students along the way!

Starting today, Hogwarts will be closed for school!

Notify the house elves to prepare for their diet and make preparations for long-term struggle!

Everyone, light and simple, don’t take anything except a magic wand, be sure to leave school before sunset!

Do you understand!"

"I understand, but Minerva..."

"Professor Flivie!"

Professor McGonagall had a stern face and stared at Professor Flivie seriously. The short Flivie was actually a little numb when he saw Professor McGonagall at this time!

"No, but! I will stay in school and wait for Professor Dumbledore and Professor Gu Yi to come back! You guys! Execute immediately!"

Looking at Professor McGonagall's look that he wanted to eat his eyes, Professor Flivie was not raising any objections after all. He nodded gently, looked at Professor McGonagall deeply, turned around and left.

Looking at Professor Flivie's leaving figure, Professor McGonagall seemed to have nothing happened, turned around and returned to his desk, leaned on the desk, and continued to handle his work.

It's like... nothing happened...

......