The Evil God of Hogwarts

"How difficult is it to break a magic circle? You are the best curse breakers in the Ministry of Magic." John shouted at the two wizards operating in front of the red shield.

"Don't interfere with their work, John." A steady female voice sounded behind him, "You know this will only affect their work."

"What a fool." John cursed and turned to look at the person.

It was a broad, square-jawed woman. She has short gray hair, small lips, and wears a monocle.

"Be patient." Amelia Bones advised again, "We are communicating with Gringotts to see if they have any free curse breakers."

John took out the wine bottle and took a sip, then suggested: "Or, we can use magic to blast open the shield directly."

"I considered this option. But my best magic circle analyst told me that it would require a huge amount of magic power. I can't take the risk of using all my magic power to open the door.

"As you said, there are still a lot of lunatics, heretics, and dark wizards inside. If we do this, how can we fight them?"

"Merlin's beard." John patted his head, "Then go ask Dumbledore, I think he will have something to do."

"Minister Fudge is on his way here," the Deputy Director whispered, "The Ministry of Magic does not want Dumbledore to have a hand in everything."

"Of course." John said with an expression that he had expected. "We can save our magic power and use it to make a memorial to the victims of Ravenska."

The deputy director's face darkened, "Stop saying these sarcastic words, John. I dare say everyone here is very anxious, and so am I. After all, our director is still inside."

Hearing this, John snorted softly and said: "When you open the shield, I hope he is still intact."

…

Reko didn't expect that he would end up like this when he used Apparition again. He spent almost all his magic power to protect himself and the director from being separated during the teleportation.

But what's terrible is that they appeared in the town square, and this place has now become a battlefield.

The wizards occupied the south of the square, the Muggles occupied the north, and the cultists and monsters occupied the west and east.

With the square as the boundary, conflicts between people and horses from several parties continued. The Muggles moved back and forth through the alleys and buildings, using the terrain and guerrillas to wear down the wizards' numbers.

The wizards are much more brutal. They occupy the high ground and use magic to carry out bombings. Each round of bombing will take away many lives.

As for the cultists and monsters, they hide in the dark, like traders in a casino, maintaining a delicate balance of strength between the two sides to ensure that they can kill each other as much as possible.

"This is really crazy." Old Batty looked at those fighting each other, "It's like going back in time."

"No." Reko took a few deep breaths, "But leave your emotions to the press conference, Director, if you can survive."

Seeing that Reko was about to take him away, Old Batty waved his hand and said: "I know my physical condition. Don't take me with you anymore, Mr. Albin. I will only drag you down."

"Oh~ Director, do you have to choose now to issue a declaration?" Reko curled his lips, "Although I have many reasons to refuse you to do so, given that we are on the edge of the battlefield.

"I really don't want to argue with you about this. They handed you over to me, so I have the responsibility to ensure your safety. At least, I won't leave you alone in a ghost place like this."

"Do you still have magic power?" Old Barty asked.

Reko shook his head.

"I don't have much left. This means that if we meet anyone, Muggle or wizard, we will die.

"If you are alone, you may have a better chance of escaping. Believe me, I have participated in many battles and wars, and this is not the first time I have encountered this situation.

"Many times, one has to make some sacrifices. I'm not saying this out of spite, Mr. Albin, it's the result of years of experience."

"I don't care." Reko forcibly helped Old Barty up. "You are talking like my father now. Okay, stop talking nonsense and focus on how to escape from this ghost place."

Old Batty said nothing more, the wound on his back was in pain, and just walking consumed a lot of his energy.

"I know a guy." Reko led him past a police car that was pierced by ground thorns. The policeman in the car didn't even have time to open the door.

"He is a strange person. He never knows how to give up and always walks on his own path. To be honest, I really want to leave you and run for my life, because I am scared to death now."

As he spoke, Reko looked up at the man hanging on the street lamp. Almost his entire body was scorched.

"My legs are shaking with fear at the thought that I might die here. But I think if that guy was here, he would do the same thing. Do you know what I saw in him?"

Old Batty shook his head.

"Integrity and kindness. I think you won't believe Merlin's beard, Director. I always thought that kind of thing only deserves to live in fairy tales."

Old Barty was silent for a while, and then said: "There is always a little bit of truth in every fairy tale, Mr. Albin."

"Yeah, I think so too."

After crossing a street safely, the two were rescued by a laundromat owner.

The Muggle boss probably saw them through the window, so he opened the door and invited them in to take shelter.

"Look, Director." Reko said cheerfully, "Who did you just say come from? There will always be good-hearted people."

"You two are lucky. Several wizards passed by just now." The boss said. His skin was dark and his temples were starting to turn white.

"Ronan," he introduced himself, "I know you, Mr. Crouch."

"Oh~" Old Batty nodded, searching for information about this man in his mind.

"My eldest son," Ronan explained. "He works in the Auror office. He works for Mr. Kingsley."

"Kingsley Shacklebolt?" Old Barty confirmed.

"Yes." Ronan looked proud, "He has always regarded you as a role model to learn from."

Old Batty smiled and nodded, "I'm not a good role model."

"Maybe when we are completely safe, it won't be too late for you to discuss this issue with each other." The poet interjected.

"Of course." Ronan turned and walked to the back room, "Follow me. Mr. Kingsley often uses the basement here as a conference room. We can take refuge there."

Following the laundry owner, the two came to the basement, where Ronan's wife and children were hiding. In addition, there were some survivors.

"I did the best I could," Ronan said.

"You did a great job." Old Batty praised, "It's rare for people to remain kind nowadays, let alone under such circumstances."

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