The Trinity of Harry Potter

"I know that many of you are shaken, and maybe some of you are in secret collusion with Black."

Voldemort said softly, playing with the yew wand in his hand.

"I know who these people are. Frankly speaking, I am very disappointed. I even want to execute you directly as a warning to everyone."

Voldemort's rage was clearly conveyed, and many people knelt on the ground and shivered.

"But I am merciful, and it is inevitable to be confused for a moment." Voldemort changed the topic, "As long as you fight bravely in the next battle, I can forget the blame. After the victory, your contribution will still be indispensable."

"Our target today is the British Ministry of Magic."

The front door of St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry has turned into a battlefield where spells are flying everywhere. Werewolf wizards are howling and releasing death curses, and Aurors are desperately trying to stop them behind the fortifications.

"Is the evacuation over?"

Tonks Nymphadora, a new Auror at the Ministry of Magic and a new member of the Order of the Phoenix, asked the person coming up from behind loudly, and the other person answered as loudly as possible.

"It's far behind! Many seriously ill patients are still in the hospital!"

Only then did Tonks see the other person's appearance clearly. His somewhat gray hair was meticulously combed, and he was wearing a simple therapist uniform.

"Mr. Lupin?"

"It's me, Tonks." Lupine stuck out his head and poured a stun spell into the mouth of the distant werewolf wizard, knocking him out directly. "Be careful. If you are bitten by a werewolf, retreat immediately. Holy

Mango has already prepared emergency blocking medicine."

"I'm not saying that, the healers should evacuate! You are precious talents." Tonks argued loudly.

"I'm just a healer with two swords, but I can be sure that I'm a qualified warrior."

"Left wing, work harder. Is there anyone free? Go and help!" This was the hoarse broken gong voice of Mad Eye.

"During the last Wizarding War, you were still a child." Lupine patted Tonks on the shoulder, "Be careful."

Then he broke out of the bunker and ran towards the left defensive line.

"But I'm an Auror now!" Tonks roared dissatisfied, sticking her head out and hitting away a dark wizard who wanted to chant a curse on Lupin.

Lupine gave Tonks a thumbs up from behind the cover and ran away without looking back.

Tonks raised the corners of her mouth and continued fighting proudly.

At this time, Voldemort appeared at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic in London with a group of Death Eaters.

He waved the wand gently, and the black light sank into the ground. The solid land suddenly collapsed, a large amount of earth and rocks were sprayed into the air, and a deep pit appeared on the ground.

Percy was in the minister's office on the basement floor, sorting through some information submitted to Scrimgeour.

Suddenly, he was knocked to the ground by a strong impact and became dizzy.

Percy opened his eyes hard and saw Voldemort and the Death Eaters looking down at him through several layers of activated defensive magic.

Scrimgeour rushed into his office and helped Percy up.

"Remember what we are going to do?"

"Remember!" Percy stood firm with difficulty.

After Voldemort was resurrected, the Ministry of Magic made a plan for the fall. Now, not only Scrimgeour and Percy, but all employees of the Ministry of Magic took action after a brief period of confusion.

Including the minister's office, all office departments began to use the space equipment supported by Kano to pack important documents. If they couldn't take them away, they simply burned them.

Voldemort waved his wand again, and the defensive magic made a crisp sound of shattering glass and disappeared.

"Fight for me, I will be here to watch your performance." Voldemort put his hands in his sleeves in a leisurely manner, but he knew how to give his subordinates a chance to perform.

Regardless of whether they wanted to or not, the Death Eaters descended down the pit and began to fight against the employees of the Ministry of Magic who had organized themselves.

Scrimgeour led everyone to fight and retreat while organizing an evacuation.

"The sixth floor is the core of the Floo Network system. It cannot be left to the mysterious man! It must be destroyed!" Scrimgeour shouted to several senior officials of the Transportation Department.

"The evacuation at St. Mungo's is not over yet, and we also need to evacuate through the floo network. We can't destroy it now!" Arthur got out of the fireplace, "Hold on a little longer!"

"I understand!" Scrimgeour gritted his teeth, "Hit them all hard!"

"I'll cut off the queen!"

The Death Eaters' attack was quite fierce, but few of the Death Curses appeared, and the situation became a stalemate.

Ten minutes later, on the ninth floor underground, the silent people of the Department of Mysteries also completed their evacuation.

The Department of Mysteries has activated its ultimate defense, and the power of time has expanded, enveloping the entire layer.

Within five years, time will stand still for anyone or anything that wants to enter it.

"St. Mungo's evacuation is complete!" Tonks emerged from the fireplace.

"Let's go, let's go!"

Seeing that the evacuation was almost complete, Scrimgeour activated his magic and blew up a section of the corridor in front of him, temporarily blocking the Death Eaters' offensive.

He pushed Tonks into the fireplace first, and green flames rose up, taking her away.

Scrimgeour himself ran towards the sixth floor underground without looking back.

"What a disappointment!"

A violent explosion erupted in the long and narrow corridor, and the air waves scraped scars on the walls and ground like steel knives. Scrimgeour fell to his knees in pain, his mind was in chaos, and blood flowed from his ears.

Voldemort lost his patience and drifted through the messy corridor. He did not want to see the core of the Floo Network destroyed.

But his insider is still in the Ministry of Magic, so he is actually not in a hurry.

Seeing that it was too late, Scrimgeour decided to give up the evacuation. He ran to the sixth floor underground with all his strength and pointed his wand at the core circle.

"Thunderbolt..."

"Expelliarmus!"

A toad-like voice sounded, the red light knocked away Scrimgeour's wand, and he himself collapsed to the ground. Dolores Umbridge came from the darkness.

"Traitor!" Scrimgeour kept struggling, but he couldn't get up.

"Who can refuse the temptation of power? The Dark Lord asked me to be the next Minister of Magic." Umbridge was extremely proud, "This world is about the jungle and the strong. Minister, don't blame me if you go to another world."

Green flames suddenly rose from the fireplace, and a stun spell flew out of it, knocking Umbridge unconscious with her back turned to him.

A pale-faced old Crouch appeared and dragged Scrimgeour into the fireplace.

"Can you still tell me the destination?"

"Leave me alone, destroy...the magic circle."

Old Crouch nodded and walked out of the fireplace, not forgetting to sprinkle Scrimgeour with a handful of Floo powder.

"Go quickly, I'll stay."

Scrimgeour disappeared in the flames, and Old Crouch aimed at the core array and opened the mouth squarely.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

When Voldemort came to the door of the Floo Network Management Bureau, he saw his insider lying unconscious on the ground.

Old Crouch, with his hair neatly combed and dressed in decent robes, stood in front of him without fear.

"Voldemort, you are late."

Green light filled the entire room, and the Death Eaters remained silent.

Old Crouch was known for being strict throughout his life, but there was a mocking smile on his corpse's face.