Homecoming from Hogwarts

Amid the shock of the sky collapsing and the earth collapsing, the model of the magic city placed between the lobby of the Ministry of Magic and the elevator hall fell down with a loud bang.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Harry and the other people got up one after another.

After looking at the dark hole that was still falling rubble, Ron turned his gaze back to Draco, his tone full of satisfaction.

"Can you believe it? They really left you behind."

"That's enough, Ron."

Mr. Weasley said seriously, then glanced at the distraught Draco, then looked at Harry and Hermione.

"Who came up with the idea of ​​the exchange?"

"It's Lucius Malfoy, Mr. Weasley -"

Hermione said.

"is it?"

Arthur returned his gaze to Draco and frowned.

"What's the problem, Arthur?"

Frank still had his arm around Neville's shoulders, and Harry noticed now that he, like Neville's mother, was wearing pajamas.

After a moment's hesitation, Mr. Weasley answered the question.
"I know Lucius Malfoy, he's certainly not a good wizard, but..."

boom!
Halfway through his words, a deafening roar came again from the big hole that had just been blasted by the Death Eaters!
"It must be Kingsley and the others!"

Amid Ginny's nervous shouts, Neville's father shouted,
"They should have been here a long time ago, but it will definitely take Kingsley some time to organize the staff!"

So the Death Eaters can't escape?
Harry's heart was immediately cheered up.

"Come on, let's go up."

Although there are still some issues that need to be clarified, now is definitely not the time, Mr. Weasley instructed solemnly.

Fortunately, the corridor leading in was not destroyed in the fierce fighting.

They dashed down the corridor and around the corner, where Mr. Weasley pounded on a button with his fist to summon an elevator.

The elevator clanked and rattled as it descended into the narrow passage, the gate slid open, and a group of people rushed in. Then Mr. Weasley punched the button in the main hall with his fist, the door closed, and the elevator slowly rose.
Harry ran out of the elevator car again and saw what he wanted to see.

Kingsley and Scrimgeour, with thirty or so of their fastest strikers, surrounded the Death Eaters.

In a short period of time, several Death Eaters had fallen. Now, only Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix and three or four other Death Eaters were still fighting desperately.

However, it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

Neville's father and mother were protecting the little wizards in the elevator hall, and Mr. Weasley rushed into the battle without saying a word.

"Give up resistance, Death Eaters. No matter what you intend, it is impossible to achieve. You are doomed to fail!"

As Kingsley urged him to surrender, Harry relaxed completely.

call.
Harry's shoulders slumped, as if a huge burden had been lifted from his body.

He made a big mistake tonight, but.
Well, his luck was pretty good. Draco was caught, the Death Eaters couldn't escape, and it seemed that the staff belonging to Cleona wouldn't get away either.

This result is acceptable.

Harry thought, but suddenly, he felt everything around him become quiet.

Obviously the resistance in the hall was still going on, the glass fragments shattered by the spells were as crystal clear as snowflakes reflecting the sunlight, slowly and gracefully——
what happened?
Harry thought confusedly. Everything around him seemed to slow down. His perspective seemed to change. Was he falling?

"Do you really think so, Shacklebolt?"

A high-pitched, cold voice reached Harry's ears as he collapsed on the ground, letting him know what had happened.

Voldemort is coming.

A breeze blew through the shabby hall, and some black snowflakes appeared in the air.

The snowflakes were carried by the breeze to form a hazy snow tornado, which passed gracefully by several strikers, stopped beside Lucius Malfoy, and then slowly dispersed.

Voldemort revealed his true form, wearing a dark wizard robe with wide sleeves.

The strikers who were swept by his bloodshot eyes fell silent one by one. They stared at him in horror, gasping as if their throats were being strangled.

"You believe that Voldemort's Death Eaters are doomed, don't you?"

Voldemort finally looked at Shacklebolt.

It was as if the reception hall of the Ministry of Magic had suddenly sunk into the deep sea, and the heavy water pressure made everyone unable to move.

It was like floating above the clouds, the thin air made it difficult for people to breathe. The world was eerily quiet, with only Harry's intermittent and miserable howling.

"We will resist to the death!"

Kingsley was sweating profusely and forcing a sound out through gritted teeth.

"what--"

Voldemort just smiled coldly.
"remarkably brave."

"Owner--"

The few Death Eaters who were still standing gathered around the Dark Lord. Lucius bowed and respectfully presented the prophecy he had received, but the grey orbs in his sockets kept trembling.

"The only thing I can praise about you is your loyalty, Lucius, my old friend—"

Voldemort spoke lazily, and he waved his sleeves to knock the prophecy ball held by Lucius away. It was no surprise that the broken prophecy ball turned into a puff of green smoke.

"I have no idea!"

Lucius jumped up in surprise, staring at the rapidly dissipating smoke with wide eyes.

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"I thought, Master, that they must--"

"enough."

Voldemort's tone was not harsh, but it immediately shut Lucius up.
"For so many days, I have spent my energy to influence that boy and create the situation tonight, but what did my Death Eaters do?"

Voldemort asked.

Even Bellatrix, who was excited to see the Death Eaters, shrank her head.

"--My trusted Death Eaters were nearly wiped out by a group of little wizards."

No Death Eater would dare to argue, unless they wanted to be killed before the Ministry's strikers.

"Fortunately, Voldemort's prophecy is still there--"

Voldemort's bloodshot gaze passed through most of the hall and elevator lobby and fell on Elune.

Squeak, squeak, squeak!

Perhaps he had adapted to the severe pain, Harry felt that his consciousness had recovered a little. He fell to the ground and tried to raise his head, looking towards the source of the strange noise.

It's a telephone booth!

The telephone booth for visitors to enter the ministry was slowly descending from the hall under everyone's astonished gaze.

This scene seemed a bit weird and funny.

But when the door of the phone booth opened, the witch who walked out and the man floating behind her made Harry let out a heart-wrenching scream of pain.
"Do not!!!"

boom!
Sirius' body hit the floor hard, which should have been painful, but Sirius didn't move at all.

"It's over there, I came back first."

Vitia said in a cold voice.

Harry's pain-filled roar earned a look of interest from Voldemort.

"By the way, Vogel and his men were wiped out."

Vitia said one more thing, drawing Voldemort's attention back.

A gloom flashed across Voldemort's red eyes, but he just smiled and said in a light voice,
"Really? What a pity, but you still deserve a reward, dear Vitia. Clean up the garbage. Come on, your stuff, Voldemort took it back--"

Voldemort raised his hand and slowly pulled out the Grapevine Staff from Lucius's hand, then handed it to Vitia.
"Take it. Voldemort promised not to mistreat those who have made contributions. This is yours. Take it and you can serve Voldemort better—"

It's over-
Voldemort and Vitia Cleona, who got her own staff.

This thought flashed through the minds of every striker in the hall who was watching this scene.

In the blink of an eye, they were the defeated party.

Harry fell to the ground. He did not look at Vitia and Voldemort. He was looking at the figure lying on the cold floor. Tears blurred his vision until -
In that stretched second, golden fire gushed out from the scepter.

The flames turned into chains and the shape of a hand under the shocked gazes.

The golden flaming chains bound up Vitia Cliona, who was also shocked, and the flaming hand flew across the entire hall in the blink of an eye, came to the elevator hall, and held down Draco, who was being held against the head by Ron's wand.

Then--
The air around the two of them suddenly became hazy and distorted.

All the glass in the elevator hall shattered in Voldemort's high-pitched scream, and Harry saw Voldemort raised his wand, as if to stop something, but -
Just a few inches away from him, a series of shining red stars flew out from the staff held in the hand of Vitia, who was bound by the fire chains!
(End of this chapter)