The card draw starts in Azkaban

Fear is like a tide, drowning people.

The darkness and depression pouring out from the depths of the heart can defeat people in an instant. It only takes a little, yes, just a little bit of darkness to adjust, and the wizard cannot lift the weapon in his hand and become an ordinary person.

People are like poison dropped into a golden cup. One drop can penetrate into everyone's heart and make them stop resisting.

Surrounded by dementors, even breathing, not to mention raising the wand, would feel tiring.

These are dementors, monsters that emerge from the darkness of the world. They float, drag out from their hiding places, and shroud themselves in front of the Prime Minister's Office, conveying the dark side of the magical world to the Prime Minister.

Pass it on to those military attaches.

"Damn it, I know these things are unreliable, what about the protective barrier?"

He shouted loudly, while resisting the sudden feeling of despair, trying to stay awake and command the rest of the people.

He wants the remaining people to support the barrier. Only in this way can they delay time. In any case, time is still on their side. As long as they can delay this wave of attacks, there will be more attacks soon.

Support is coming!

【All protection】

Clear light emerged from the tips of the wizards' wands, reinforcing the barrier that had begun to appear.

Kings came to see the dementors spewing out, and looked at the batters around him. He knew that among these batters, there should be a few outstanding talents who have been stationed in Azkaban all year round. They can use [Huh]

[God Guard], stopped these dementors, but in the chaos, someone released a silver mist - this is also the God Call Guard, no one's [God Call Guard] can summon the specific form, the silver God Call

Guards can also protect them under normal circumstances.

But it's no use.

Now, there are really too many dementors, and the silver mist loses its effect in front of the black dementors.

In desperation, Kingsley had no choice but to retreat to the Prime Minister's Office with his strikers and Aurors.

"How about it?"

After hearing the commotion outside, Ms. Bernsch came out. She saw some strikers and Aurors falling to the ground. Their colleagues used magic spells to summon chains from the air and cuffed their colleagues.

"What happened?"

Ms. Bernsch asked solemnly.

Her eyes fell on their bite wounds, and her eyes were extremely solemn.

"Werewolves, Death Eaters, and Dementors."

Jinslai said concisely and concisely. He looked at the barrier rising outside, which looked like an upside-down wine glass, and said: "I just hope that the protection spell is strong enough to last for some time.

We were attacked. It looked like it was a planned attack. If the Ministry of Magic agents weren't so stupid, they might come to the rescue.

So I think we can persist for a while."

As Kingsley spoke, he tied a wizard who was about to turn into a werewolf to a chair, conjured up a pair of shackles, and put them on his face.

It pained Ms. Bernsch to hear that these people had been scratched and bitten by werewolves. She knew what this meant to these people - lifelong discrimination.

They will turn into werewolves, be ostracized by the wizarding world, and face lifelong discrimination.

But now is not the time to think about such things. Ms. Bernsch put away her monocle and said: "We may not have support."

Kingsley looked at Ms. Bernsch in astonishment, and Ms. Burnsch gave him a firm look. Kingsley immediately understood what the minister meant.

He didn't complain, and he didn't have time to complain.

He started to think of a way.

"In this case, we may need to break out. No matter what, the Ministry of Magic will always be safe - unless they are completely crazy.

Madam, two pieces of news, one good news and one bad news. The good news is that the mysterious man is not among the people who attacked us this time.

If he were here, he would definitely show up. The mysterious man had no habit of hiding behind others.

I saw Dolohov outside just now. This attack should be led by him, so we need to deal with Dolohov.

Although Dolokhov is also very powerful in black magic, as long as we are given a chance, I, Alastor, should be able to subdue him. If there is really no other way, we can also kill him.

It's not the Unforgivable Curse, Minister, don't look at me like that.

It's some other spell.

You know, when we usually capture Death Eaters, we usually use restraint."

After saying this, Kings did not see Mad-Eye Moody and asked where Moody was.

"He suspected that there was something wrong with the operators present. Some of them might have been harmed by the Confusion Curse or other spells, so he was checking the wizards and Muggles inside one by one, trying to find some clues in their minds.

"

Ms. Bernsch said.

"Good habit." Kings came to praise Mad-Eye Moody's actions, then pulled out his wand and said: "Then please go back to where you should be, and I'll sort out the beaters and Aurors.

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I hope the director can get the news and come to the rescue, otherwise we will be extremely passive in this battle.

The running Gorgon.

I never thought that more than ten years later, I would still have such a desperate opportunity.

I'm going to organize a breakout and see if I can get the message out."

He quickly organized operators who could still fight and prepared for battle. Ms. Bernsch breathed a sigh of relief and returned to the Prime Minister's office. She wanted to ensure the Prime Minister's safety.

Outside, looking at the raised barrier, Ms. Jorkins deliberately walked over to provoke Dolokhov, asking him why he didn't continue the attack.

Dolokhov said a little irritably: "Shut up, you stupid woman, I'm just protecting you."

He signaled those werewolves not to stay away from here and said: "It's just a curse that will be broken soon."

After finishing speaking, he signaled everyone to prepare to attack.

Then, all the blessings really fell apart in their eyes!

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Ms. Jorkins finally couldn't hold back and let out a cry of surprise. Dolohov showed a proud smile and said: "I said, the master's plan is foolproof."

Even the beaters and Aurors inside didn't expect things to get so bad.

The problem came from the inside. Ms. Bernsch rushed in and saw Delis, who was supposed to be unconscious, very conscious. He was holding the Prime Minister with one hand. There was a corpse lying on the ground, which was an innocent Ministry of Magic operative.

Rookwood originally wanted to kill Mad Eye Moody, but who knew that Mad Eye Moody's eye was staring at him from beginning to end.

There is no relaxation at all!