Chapter 1195: Fight between trapped beasts (Part 1)
A little earlier, the Lestrange family mansion.
As the "temporary portal" was raised, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic quickly gathered in accordance with the original plan.
Maybe they can't participate in the frontal magic confrontation, but as the maintainers of order in the magic society, they are still very trustworthy in terms of basic magic.
"Block the phantom movement, block the sky and underground, interfere with the transmission and positioning of the door key——"
Rufus Scrimgeour was sternly directing the Aurors who were arriving at the "temporary portal" to set up a blockade.
In the battle plan of Dumbledore, Grindelwald and the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors' job is not only to prevent Voldemort from escaping. Compared with the most common global blockade, the blockade area set up this time is more special and much more detailed.
——Five elites from the Department of Magical Disasters opened a barrier in the blockade, deliberately leaving an area where they could apparate.
Surrounding three ques and one is one of the oldest and most effective hunting methods of mankind. Naturally, it will not be absent in this siege against the dark forces.
"Everyone must pay attention and knock down suspicious persons who appear in the 'trap area' as soon as possible... no matter who they are!"
Scrimgeour looked around. Due to the risk of infiltration and rebellion within Britain, most of his "team members" were foreign Aurors.
As for the Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic, they were mobilized to Hogwarts Castle to serve as the temporary guardians of Hogwarts.
"Prioritize the disarming spell, don't think about the duel spirit - focus on the target as soon as it appears! If they show signs of resistance or escape, knock them out immediately and arrest them!"
Since the evidence of Barty Crouch's "treason" was placed in front of him, Scrimgeour's vigilance has almost reached the highest level. He had been staying with that guy the day before yesterday.
If Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort hadn't exposed themselves to the old Muggle, everyone in the British Ministry of Magic would still be kept in the dark by Crouch. As time goes by, this kind of
The vigilance began to turn into anger little by little, and Rufus Scrimgeour was eager to catch all the traitors in one go and put them on trial one by one.
As for whether those Death Eaters would fall into the trap, that was not his concern.
On Dumbledore's side, there is an insider hidden among the Death Eaters. Although we don't know who it is yet, the worst result is that the attack will be in vain.
Of course, the ambush on their side is more of an icing on the cake, or more like they are trying to take some credit for encircling and suppressing the "dark devil forces".
The real final word is the battlefield where Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the two most powerful black and white wizards in the first half of this century, are present.
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At the same time, the living room of the Lestrange family.
Before Voldemort could think for too long, the door not far away opened silently.
Two old wizards walked in one after the other, like old people taking a walk before lunch.
"...Dumbledore?"
Voldemort's cold red eyes shrank slightly, staring ahead ferociously, and took a breath of cold air.
"Is it you?! You old guy, what do you want to do?"
"Huh? This is what I was supposed to ask you -"
Dumbledore frowned and stood at the door, raising his wand like a sword.
"That's it, Tom." Dumbledore said calmly, "You made a stupid decision to attack the Ministry of Magic last night. The Aurors will arrive soon."
"Perhaps you still think that you have hidden yourself very well, and even deliberately avoided most of your former subordinates... However, you are still as you were in the past, too complacent with your magical abilities and your own little cleverness, and you ignored the reality of the world.
Barty Crouch has been sent to Azkaban, and we learned your whereabouts from a certain conscience-stricken wizard."
The old man looked at the hesitant Voldemort in front of him with a solemn expression. He took a deep breath and his voice became more severe.
"Take it easy, Tom. All your ambitions will end here."
"This time I won't run away or be soft--"
Dumbledore waved the wand in his hand suddenly, as if waving a long golden-red fire whip, and swept it towards Voldemort directly in front.
However, compared to Dumbledore's flaming whip, Voldemort's reaction speed is obviously faster.
"Avada chews a big melon——"
Before the old man could raise his wand, Voldemort grabbed the wand on the table with his bloodless palm.
A flickering green light flew towards Dumbledore like a shadow.
Dumbledore had no intention of arriving, and the old man standing behind him waved slightly.
The carpet at the door of the living room made a tearing sound and flew up, blocking the curse like shields.
puff.
The killing curse struck the dusty scraps of old carpet.
Contrary to Voldemort's original expectations, his invincible Killing Curse was like a child's play, unable to penetrate even a fragment of carpet.
This is?!
The next moment, Voldemort immediately realized the reason - his magic was restricted by the wand!
He threw himself on the ground in embarrassment, dodging the flaming whip that swept from above, and looked at the strange black walnut wand in his hand with a ferocious expression.
It wasn't that his magic power had weakened too much - he could clearly feel the boiling magic power in his body - but when he used this wand to cast spells, most of his magic power was "vomited" back.
The actual power of magic that can be emitted through a wand is less than one-tenth. If his magical attainments were not quite good, the magic would have backfired just now.
It was obvious that the "mastermind" hiding in the shadows only provided him with an extremely inferior wand.
"It seems that you haven't been able to adapt to the new students? Tom, your strength at the Ministry of Magic last night was more than just this..."
Dumbledore's voice came from behind the table.
The golden-red magic whip came through the air and split open the thick long table in the Lestrange family's living room.
The magic flame ignited the table easily, and the terrible heat wave burned Voldemort's pale cheeks, and the sawdust turned into little sparks and flew towards him in the heat wave.
"I don't know what you are talking about, but if you only have this ability, Dumbledore - sooner or later you will know what fear and death are!"
Voldemort said viciously, his red eyes widened horribly, veins popped out on the right hand holding the wand, and he swung it forward fiercely.
"Avada eats the big melon!"
He didn't know what Dumbledore was talking about, but he knew that now was not the time to explain.
Dumbledore wasn't going to sit down and listen patiently to him explaining the ins and outs, and he didn't intend to be caught right after he was resurrected.
"We have given you a new life, Tom... and as a condition, please live as long as possible - under Dumbledore's pursuit."
Voldemort had never foreseen such a strange resurrection, which even made him feel a little creepy.
That disguised voice that could not tell the difference between men, women, old and young...
That "game" he heard before he first woke up...
All of this, everything, is simply like an extremely vicious cat-and-mouse game.
There is no doubt that the other party is either a hopeless lunatic, a emboldened devil, or both.
An invisible cloud hung over him, just like the cloud that he and the Death Eaters had hung over the British wizarding world decades ago.
The only difference is that compared to his rule decades ago, the mastermind behind this time seems to be even crazier - and his only chance to break the situation is to try his best to escape from this carefully designed conspiracy.
Then make those damn guys pay!
as……
A beast trapped in a trap.
Voldemort's red eyes narrowed slightly, and his pupils were like slits like snakes.
He wants everyone to know how terrible it is to anger a Dark Lord!