Two Ukrainian iron bellies were running rampant in the hall, and the hot dragon flames made the place feel like hell.
Not far away, the roars of Aurors and curses merged in the air, mixed with the sharp and harsh shouts of goblins.
The once shiny dark wooden floors were all overturned, and the masonry and ebony paneling on the surrounding walls were covered with horrific marks.
On the peacock blue ceiling, most of the glittering golden symbols were broken...
Gravel, flames, roar, roar...
All kinds of chaotic noises, lights and shadows, and chaotic scenes filled the entire space of the Ministry of Magic hall.
Cornelius Fudge never thought that as Minister of Magic, he would one day order the destruction of the Ministry of Magic.
However, he did not regret it——
In fact, Cornelius Fudge felt that he had never been as excited as he was now.
Mr. Minister's whole body seemed to be bathed in hot flames, and his whole person showed an abnormal excitement. The wand in his hand was tightly clenched in the palm of his hand like a drawn sword, and in Cornelius Fudge's "Sword
Where the "point" pointed, stood a tall and thin man.
"Just go ahead and capture me, Mysterious Man, the Ministry of Magic is not a place where you can run wild!"
"Oh, really? Just these two stupid beasts?" A cold, high-pitched voice responded.
In the center of the hall of the Ministry of Magic, a man wearing a black hood stood there. Every time he waved the wand in his hand, there was a terrifying suffocating force. The invisible magic blade cut through the air and cut terrifying lines on the fire dragon.
of scars.,
The stinky and hot dragon's blood splashed around like a fountain amid the violent roar of the fire dragon.
And among the blood rain and the cursed light, what was even more terrifying was the man's inhuman face.
The terrifying snake-like face is pale and haggard, and a pair of red eyes with slender pupils are flashing with murderous intent.
Lord Voldemort is recognized by the British wizarding community as the most dangerous dark wizard in history.
Just as those Death Eaters claimed in Paris, he was waiting at the British Ministry of Magic for Cornelius Fudge and others to arrive.
However, the arrogant and arrogant Voldemort obviously never expected that the British Ministry of Magic's first round of counterattack would be two light plastic boxes.
Accompanied by the two Ukrainian iron bellies, the largest fire dragon in the wizarding world today appeared in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. From that moment on, tonight's magical offensive and defensive battle completely exceeded the script of Voldemort and the Death Eaters - all attacks against Aurors
All their magic traps and ambushes are ineffective.
Hundreds of Aurors from all over the world relied on the fire dragon to launch magical suppression. Even the "Demon King" Voldemort could not reverse the situation of the battle.
"Ministry of Magic, goblins... very good... you will understand the cost of angering the Dark Lord -"
Voldemort scanned the people in the hall with his cold red eyes. Under siege by fire dragons, goblins, and Aurors, the most dangerous dark wizard in history might be able to survive for the time being, but the death-eating men under him
It was obvious that the disciple could no longer hold on any longer, and defeat was only a matter of time.
Not to mention, the longer they fight within the Ministry of Magic, the more support they will receive from the Ministry of Magic.
Compared with the sluggish response speed of the French Ministry of Magic, the mobilization speed and efficiency of the British Ministry of Magic is obviously much higher.
As Cornelius Fudge and his party arrived in London, the Ministry of Magic employees who gathered at the Leaky Cauldron also received orders for a general attack. Under the organization of Rufus Scrimgeour, Barty Crouch and others
, followed by the Aurors who flooded into the Ministry of Magic.
If we weren't afraid of the killing curses issued by those dark wizards, perhaps tonight's righteous magical counterattack would have ended early.
"Everyone of you will die——"
Voldemort said viciously, he suddenly raised his wand and waved it around like a whip.
The flames exploded in the hall of the Ministry of Magic, making a deafening roar. The strong air waves even pushed the two fire dragons back several meters.
The dragon flames spit out by the two Ukrainian iron bellies seemed to have come alive. They twisted and entangled in mid-air. In two or three seconds, they turned into an even larger giant three-headed fire snake. They turned around and faced
Everyone from the Ministry of Magic rushed towards him, hissing in anger.
"Be careful, this is a magical war-level fire curse - all curses will end -"
I don't know who shouted in the crowd, and everyone subconsciously turned their wands and stood in front of their chests in a defensive posture.
After the Armenian Forest and the recapture of more than a dozen Ministry of Magic, even the Aurors in the British wizarding world knew what "war-level" black magic was. No one knew how powerful Voldemort was, but one thing was certain.
Yes, it is at least larger than two crazy fire dragons.
On the other side, while everyone in the Ministry of Magic was on the defensive, Voldemort took a deep breath and said bitterly:
"Evacuate! Let them go tonight, take away all the things you can -"
"No, they want to escape!" Scrimgeour, who rushed over, was the first to react, and quickly pointed the wand forward.
However, at the same time as his curse was issued, countless "All Curses Are Ended" also surged forward, and the menacing-looking giant three-headed fire snake exploded in mid-air, turning into a rain of fire all over the sky.
In all directions, it blocked the way for everyone from the Ministry of Magic to pursue forward.
When the fire gradually dissipated, the place where Voldemort and the Death Eaters originally stood was already empty.
The two fire dragons were still roaring in pain, and the fairy dragon trainer and a few wizards were trying to calm them down.
More wizards were still clenching their wands tightly, looking nervously at the ruins around them, as if they were worried that a dark wizard would reappear from the shadows at any time.
The air was filled with the hot smell of blood, and the burnt smell of burning cloth and wood mixed together, making it smell a little nauseating.
The dark forces were repelled, and the Ministry of Magic building was returned to the hands of the magical governments of various countries.
But for Cornelius Fudge, and most of the wizards present, a long day has just begun.
After a few cheers, everyone dispersed.
Aurors from other magical governments have to return to their respective magical worlds to assist their respective magical governments in cleaning up the mess caused by the Dark Lord's invasion.
The people from the British Ministry of Magic, who were summoned urgently in their sleep, began to repair the broken elevators, and under the command of the heads of various departments, they counted the losses of the Ministry of Magic. The Gringotts goblins broke into pieces and started early.
Do their new work:
As a designated partner of the Ministry of Magic, we will calculate the damage in various places and the various costs of "post-disaster reconstruction".
Of course, in addition to this, the goblins also shoulder a more important "temporary" commission request - to assist the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in eliminating magical traps that may exist in every corner of the Ministry of Magic.
Or……
Eliminate unnecessary traces of the "crime scene"...