Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 411 is finally over

"Is he...escape?"

"I think so."

"So, we won?"

"It should be like this."

Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly, and at the same time stepped forward to pick up the two silver swords, and threw the one that belonged to Arthur to Arthur.

"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword, with an excited smile on his face, "Mike, you don't have to worry at all, Voldemort looks like that, and when we meet next time, we won't know who killed who! "

This time Mike didn't answer Arthur's words, but nodded and then turned his gaze to the entrance of the brain hall behind him.

There were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, and standing at the forefront of the team was the current Minister of Magic Fudge, and the current Auror Office Director, Scrimgeour.

The countless golden chains at the critical moment just now were shot by these Aurors, and it can be seen from this that these Aurors are not incompetent.

Fudge, who used to be calm and calm in the past, looks like a frustrated alcoholic at the moment. He is slumped on the ground in a state of embarrassment, his suit and tie are crooked, and he is wearing slippers. It looks like he just came from home , which can also be seen from his messy hairstyle.

The most important thing is that, as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic of the country, at this moment, Fudge turned out to be terrified, and he was still muttering something in his mouth.

This appearance of the supreme leader obviously made the Aurors behind him uneasy. The serious discipline and quality in the past disappeared from them this time, and they were talking in whispers with sad faces.

Perhaps they thought their volume was very low, but the combination of the voices of nearly a hundred people turned the originally quiet brain hall into a noisy vegetable market.

If this was normal, Scrimgeour, the chief Auror, would have come out to stop them long ago.

But this time Scrimgeour didn't say anything, just stood there with his head bowed.

Mike led Arthur slowly towards the crowd, and finally heard Fudge's words clearly.

"Why? Why is he back again?"

"How dare he do that?"

"It's over, it's over!"

"Merlin! Why are you doing this!"

……

Looking at Fudge with dull eyes, Mike shook his head.

Now Fudge has finally escaped from the state of deception and has seen the truth, but the truth seems to have surpassed his upper limit of tolerance, which is why he has become what he is now.

And seeing Mike coming, Scrimgeour also raised his head.

He didn't seem to want Mike to see this embarrassing scene of his minister, so he grabbed Fudge's hand and tried to pull him up.

However, at this moment, Fudge, who was in a state of despair and weighed more than 200 kilograms, could not be lifted by himself.

After several failed attempts, he finally gave up on this idea, turned around and found that the Aurors behind him had already become a mess, and their complexions turned dark all of a sudden.

"All stand for me!"

Scrimgeour's words made the Aurors silent for a while, and Scrimgeour's complexion became better when he saw this. He stared at Mike, took a long breath and said:

"Go and capture those remaining Death Eaters for me. I temporarily grant you unlimited fire rights and the right to use the Unforgivable Curse!"

"As ordered! Sir!"

After a loud and tidy shout, the Aurors dispersed and left the brain hall, but looking at the disappointed looks on their faces, Mike doubted how much of their fighting courage was left.

At this time, the panting Dumbledore finally came to Mike.

He reached out and patted Mike on the shoulder, with a warm smile on his face, and said:

"well done."

Mike didn't reply, and the expression on his face darkened even more.

He felt that Dumbledore was mocking him by saying this, because the prophecy ball eventually fell into Voldemort's hands, although it was Mike's intention.

"I'm serious, Mike." Dumbledore seemed to realize that Mike had misunderstood him, and continued, "I would have exchanged the prophecy ball for Black in that situation, after all, compared with life, A small piece of information is not worth mentioning at all."

Mike nodded, but still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Dumbledore didn't say much anymore, but turned to look at Fudge who was in a panic on the ground.

"Fudge? Fudge? Are you all right?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some kind of spell, and Fudge, who had been in a daze just now and ignored no one, shivered after hearing his words, and came to his senses.

Fudge, who was sober, reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's hand at once, and at the same time, large and large drops of crystal tears kept sliding down from the corners of his eyes.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! He's back! That man is back!" Fudge whimpered, trembling, "Merlin! I should have believed you sooner! What should I do now? Oh! That's right! Harry Potter! Go find Harry Potter, if he can defeat Voldemort once, he can defeat him twice! Quick! Quick..."

"Calm down, Fudge." Dumbledore patted Fudge's hand helplessly for comfort, "We can't always rely on a child. Facing an enemy like Voldemort, we adults always have to work hard."

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body trembled violently. At the same time, he covered his ears, pretending that he hadn't heard the terrible name.

Scrimgeour on the side couldn't stand it anymore, he looked at Fudge with disdain, and turned to Dumbledore and said:

"Dumbledore, you have seen the current situation. In order to fight Voldemort, I will gather all the strength of the Ministry of Magic, but this also requires your support."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to hand over Harry Potter."

As soon as this remark came out, not only Dumbledore, but even Mike frowned.

It's just that Scrimgeour obviously didn't care about these, he continued:

"I also know something about that prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have the power to defeat Voldemort. So, I think you should..."

"Needless to say!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "I will not allow you to do those excessive things to that child! What's more, since you know the prophecy, you should be clear that taking Voldemort's primary target It will be that child! And you obviously don't have the ability to protect him, which can be seen from what happened tonight."

Dumbledore's words made Scrimgeour very angry, but what Dumbledore said made sense, the most important thing was that Scrimgeour couldn't beat Dumbledore.

So under the watchful eyes of everyone, Scrimgeour nodded angrily, and limped out of the brain hall. Before leaving, he didn't even have the interest to take a look at Fudge!
Sighing, Dumbledore turned his head to look at Mike, and said:
"You guys go too, kids. Don't forget you have a test tomorrow."

"Understood." Mike said and led Arthur towards the exit, but halfway there, as if he had thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was looking down at Fudge's situation, raised his head and asked suspiciously:
"what happened?"

"Wait for me at the old place tomorrow night. I have something very important to tell you."

Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while, saw that Mike had a serious face, and nodded without any intention of joking:
"Understood, you go back early."

……

In the hall of prophecy, Harry, Hermione and other members of the da army all had unsightly expressions.

At this time, the neat and solemn Prophecy Hall has become a ruin, and all the prophecies and memories collected by the Ministry of Magic for thousands of years have been destroyed after this battle. Harry believes that if those silent people see such a scene It must be very sad.

But this is not the reason for their low mood at this moment.

Harry turned his head worriedly, and saw that in the ruins of the Hall of Prophecy, the Los Santos wizard army was confronting the Aurors.

Both sides drew out their wands, and the tense atmosphere made Harry very worried.

In a corner not far away, Benjamin and Franklin were talking to a middle-aged man who looked like a lion.

Both of them looked very anxious, and Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santos Wizarding Force was a legal organization, but it was obvious that the middle-aged man didn't intend to pay any attention to them.

"Catch them!"

The middle-aged man raised his arms, and then all the Aurors started to move. They quickly changed their formations, and the light of the magic spell flickered on their wands, and the scene was about to get out of control.

Harry felt that he was in a terrible mood, and he really couldn't figure out why these idiots from the Ministry of Magic were planning to engage in internal friction at this moment. Couldn't everyone work together to deal with Voldemort?
And just when the scene was about to get out of control, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone, Harry's frowning brows finally relaxed, and he shouted excitedly:
"Mike! Arthur!"

As soon as this remark came out, the Los Santos Wizards and Aurors all turned their heads to look at the two figures. After confirming that the people who came were indeed Mike and Arthur, all members of the Los Santos Wizards immediately put down their hands. wand, and the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss.

They saw these two men stabbing Voldemort's chest with their sharp swords in the brain hall just now, and they didn't intend to offend such ruthless people.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mike and Arthur walked up to Scrimgeour as if no one else was there, ignoring Franklin's delighted shouts, and looked at Scrimgeour expressionlessly.

At this time, Scrimgeour's complexion was terribly dark. He gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but he heard Mike say in a cold tone without the slightest warmth:
"I suggest not to be impulsive, otherwise the consequences are not something you can afford."

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's right," Mike said blankly, "You can understand it that way."

After saying that, Mike didn't even look at Scrimgeour, turned his head and led the crowd back to the crowd of the Da army.

"Mike, you came at a really good time! Those Aurors have been trying to arrest us all, and want to catch Harry, they must be..."

Listening to Franklin's long-winded words, Mike waved his hands impatiently, which made him shut up.

At this moment, Harry and the others finally surrounded him.

At this time, Harry and the others had excited smiles on their faces, even Black who was rescued was no exception, although his smile was uglier than crying because of the scars on his face.

"Hey, Blake, are you all right?"

"Me? What can I do? This small injury is nothing to me! Are you right? Harry!" Black put his arms around Harry's shoulders, but this action seemed to pull the wound, and it hurt him The smile on his face immediately turned into a grin of death.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, only Harry wanted to take off Black's clothes nervously to help him check the injury.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Black dared not show his wounds to everyone. He waved his hands repeatedly and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Black could only look at Mike for help.

Shaking his head, Mike said with a smile:

"Stop messing around Harry, we're going back, and we have to take the exam soon."

As soon as this remark came out, the laughter and laughter all around stopped abruptly. What happened tonight was too loud, which caused many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike brought it up again, everyone immediately felt bad.

Hermione was the most anxious among them. She yelled and rushed out of the line, as if to urge Mike to send her back.

But the expression on his face immediately froze when he saw the battle uniform on Mike's body that had almost turned into a piece of coke.

"My God! Are you hurt?"

As she spoke, she tugged on Mike's shirt just like Harry did just now.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Mike hurriedly pulled Hermione's little hand away, "It will be dawn soon, everyone hurry back!"

After saying that, four house elves suddenly appeared around Mike. Under Mike's instruction, they rushed into the crowd and began to send the students back to Hogwarts.

Reluctantly, Harry and Hermione were sent back in the end.

And it wasn't until the students all left that the smiles on the faces of Black and Mike were finally replaced by a dignified look.

"I heard that that person also appeared." Blake looked at the almost completely scrapped combat uniform on Mike and said, "It's not easy."

Mike, who was directing the retreat of the wizards of Los Santos, was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said lightly after a long silence:

"It will be even more difficult in the future."

"You're right. But we have to keep fighting, right?"

"I know what you're worried about, Blake. Don't worry, I won't give up until it's absolutely necessary." Mike said blankly, "Okay, it's almost time, we should go too."

After saying that, Mike pulled Black to Shuke and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mike."

Before leaving, Blake said so.

(End of this chapter)