In the Lestrange family mansion, the battle is coming to an end.
After going through the previous war to recapture the Ministry of Magic and the Werewolf Encirclement and Suppression War, Aurors from all over the world have made rapid progress in collaborative spellcasting.
And the carefully designed Apparition trap was destined to crush the situation from the beginning - the Death Eaters who arrived in a hurry did not even have time to see their surroundings clearly, and they would be hit by four or five magic spells at the same time. According to the cover
Rot Grindelwald's suggestion, the three-shot shooting technique that was popular in non-magical circles centuries ago, has been given a new lease of life outside the Lestrange family mansion.
The dense, smooth, and endless spell offensive like a tide lasted for nearly half an hour from the sound of the first apparition.
"Is it almost over? It seems like no new Death Eaters have arrived for a long time..."
A French Auror rubbed his sore arms and turned his head to look at the British Auror director not far away who was identifying the "suspects" one by one.
Compared to his immediate boss, the British Director of Aurors named Rufus Scrimgeour is obviously much more terrifying.
From just now, the atmosphere on that side has been particularly solemn, as if they are not identifying and counting dark wizards, but executing uninvited guests who have been hit by multiple spells on the spot.
Rufus Scrimgeour spoke with a cold tone as he looked at the wizard curled up in a ball not far away.
If there is anyone who is most promising to take over as the next Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, then Yaxley is definitely at the top of the list of candidate wizards.
And when he thought that Death Eaters had been hiding in the Ministry of Magic all these years, and that they were in high-level positions in the core departments of the Ministry of Magic, the anger and coldness in Scrimgeour's heart became even stronger.
Obviously, Dumbledore's previous seemingly offensive guesses were absolutely correct - there were too many Death Eaters hidden in the British Ministry of Magic. If today's operation had informed the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in advance,
Employees, perhaps what awaits them is not a successful ambush, but a large-scale "anti-annihilation" ambush that is unimaginable.
Not far away, a group of reporters cautiously surrounded the perimeter of the Aurors' warning circle. They remained silent and did not even dare to ask questions loudly except to take pictures.
The atmosphere in this venue is so suffocating, almost all the Aurors have very ugly expressions.
Just a few minutes ago, a reporter who rashly broke into the front was directly hit by four or five magic spells on the spot. Now he is still lying one or two meters inside the warning circle with no one to pull him out.
Of course, when most reporters saw the wizards huddled in the field, they were no less shocked than Rufus Scrimgeour.
An employee of the Ministry of Magic, a famous family in the wizarding world, a famous businessman in the wizarding society...
The intruders who were temporarily labeled as "Death Eaters" were all well-known figures in the wizarding society.
This is no different than the arrest and trial that were carried out in secret more than ten years ago. Witnessed by dozens of magical media, tomorrow morning's newspaper will inform all wizards as soon as possible.
Perhaps this news is not as important as the "just execution" that took place in the backyard, but the two together can definitely become a major magical event as a milestone in this century.
…………
"Okay, that's the general situation."
In the backyard of Lestrange Mansion, Grindelwald gently patted the biscuit crumbs off his robe.
"If you have no other questions, then I will go to the back room to deal with other things first..."
The old wizard stood up, walked to the "Devil King's corpse" in the rubble in front of him, and picked up the black walnut wand as if no one else was watching.
Around him, the Aurors and reporters hesitated to speak, but no one dared to stop the old man from taking action.
You know, just ten minutes ago, they witnessed with their own eyes how the once arrogant and surly "Dark Lord Voldemort" was killed as easily as the old man was toying with him.
Even if he has not spread much notoriety in the UK before, the two titles of "Gellert Grindelwald" and "The Man Who Killed Voldemort" are enough to make this old wizard dangerous in everyone's eyes.
Reaching unimaginable heights - if a Dark Lord kills another Dark Lord, then the former is definitely much more terrifying than the latter. The logic is very simple.
Compared to Voldemort, who had terror written all over his face, Grindelwald, who was gentle, kind, and seemed to have a good temper, had more other meanings in people's eyes.
"Wait, wait...Gr, Mr. Grindelwald, I have another question."
Just when Grindelwald was about to leave, Barnabas, the editor-in-chief of the Daily Prophet, swallowed his saliva and boldly raised his hand and asked.
"You just killed the most dangerous dark wizard in the wizarding world today. Does this announce that you are ready to return to the wizarding society and Professor Dumbledore..."
"Oh, kid, that's not a problem for you."
Grindelwald stopped, turned to look at the middle-aged editor with only a few hairs left on his head, and grinned.
Since he started playing "Otto Apokalis", the old devil has unconsciously adopted some old-fashioned tone in his speech, but this does not affect his image at all.
In fact, as a figure who spans the modern history of magic, there are not many wizards older and with higher status than him in the magic world today - those older guys in the magic war back then
Most of them fell into his hands, otherwise the Ministry of Magic would not regard Dumbledore as the last hope. He even almost interrupted the legacy of the Russian wizarding world alive.
"But because of your courage to explore the truth, I can give you some simple and clear answers."
Grindelwald raised his wrinkled, dry, spotted fingers, looked around at the young people who were subconsciously moving back quietly, and said softly.
"First of all, dead people are not qualified to be called 'the most dangerous'. I am here just because the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore begged me -"
"Second point, I have never left the magical world, but I have no intention of interfering with any magical government... The scenery of Nurmengard is much better than this miserable place."
"Last and most important -"
The old wizard chuckled, waved his hand casually, turned and walked towards the Lestrange Mansion with a big hole in the back.
"Let your Minister of Magic and the head Auror ask the rest of the questions. I will wait for them at the house."
"Now, don't disturb my reminiscing with my 'old friend'——"
There was a hint of laughter in Grindelwald's voice, but everyone invariably felt as if their hearts were being clenched tightly by some kind of monster.
"We haven't seen each other for half a century. We have a lot of past stories to discuss. If you don't want to die tragically... it's best to restrain your curiosity, right?"
The old devil walked slowly towards the Lestrange mansion.
Powerful, surging magic power is like a tide, washing away the surroundings one after another, each wave stronger than the last.
In contrast, somewhere in the Lestrange mansion, another blazing, flame-like wave of magic also rose into the sky.
"Oops! Grindelwald? Dumbledore!"
Rufus Scrimgeour raised his head, a trace of worry flashing in his cold, angry eyes.
Just as the old man whispered before taking action, "defeating Voldemort" may not mean that today's battle is completely over.
In addition to what the Ministry of Magic originally promised, Dumbledore may have to pay some additional prices, and now may be the last moment.
"...Inform Minister Fudge and other ministers that they can come over."
Rufus Scrimgeour was silent for a few seconds and nodded towards the young man who ran over not far away to deliver the message.
Magical flames filled the sky silently ignited around the Lestrange mansion. Golden and blue flames intertwined and surged, like dragons and phoenixes fighting to the death.
However, deep inside the mansion in the flames, no sound could be heard outside.
No one can escape the "aftermath" that spread when the two top wizards clashed. All they can do is wait for the result.
…………
Hogwarts Castle, afternoon.
Due to the school's state of emergency, the originally scheduled college competition outside the castle was temporarily cancelled.
Under the organization of professors, the little wizards reluctantly went to classrooms in various areas of the castle to accompany their parents to the first parents' conference at Hogwarts.
However, before the parent-teacher meeting was officially held, a sudden "school-wide magic announcement" temporarily broke this worry.
Right in front of Hogwarts Castle, a large group of Ministry of Magic officials were crossing the viaduct outside the castle gate and walking quickly towards Hogwarts Castle.
Cornelius Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour and several other high-ranking officials of the magical government led the way, and behind them, a dozen Aurors held wands tightly in their hands.
Before the Ministry of Magic officials arrived, the magical raven hovering over the castle announced "the arrival of visitors" and "the ban was lifted" in advance.
The windows above the castle were opened chaotically. The students stared at the wizards filing in below and whispered to each other. The parents of the students also came to the other side and looked at the Ministry of Magic officials below with different expressions. As for the four
After simply arranging the classroom, the dean of the college went to the school gate and waited for the visitors from the Ministry of Magic to enter the castle.
"Minister Fudge, you seem to have arrived a little early. According to the message left by Professor Dumbledore..."
Professor McGonagall frowned and looked at the Ministry of Magic officials who entered the school. Something invisible and unknown was growing at a terrifying speed.
According to the plan previously discussed by Dumbledore and the Ministry of Magic, the closure of Hogwarts was supposed to last until early this morning, but now the time... has just reached four o'clock in the afternoon.
More importantly, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape exchanged worried looks. There seemed to be a few missing figures in the returning "wizard team".
"Things have changed, Professor McGonagall—"
"Could it be that Voldemort—" Professor McGonagall's eyes narrowed sharply and her voice trembled as she asked.
"No, we successfully killed Fu...well, that dark wizard. But -"
Cornelius Fudge took a breath, his expression not at all relaxed, and continued to speak in a deep voice after being silent for a few seconds.
"After the mysterious man was killed, another battle broke out."