Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 479 The Battle Royale of the Ministry of Magic ([-])

the music stopped,

A hundred or so veela slipped out of the arena,

Angry roars filled the stadium.

People, uh, well...it's the wizards who don't want the veela to leave.
That was a lot more than the booing of Cornelius Fudge just now.

But then the noisy voice was quickly suppressed by the witches among the wizards.

Witches are the kind of female Muggles who only yell but don't act. They are sonorous roses who know magic, and in comparison... most wizards would rather have a duel with a dark wizard than face an angry witch.

And especially in this situation right now... there are hundreds of thousands of witches present, even if Voldemort stood in front of them, they would probably be torn to pieces in an instant.

"Harry, what are you doing?" Hermione's huffed voice brought Harry and Ron back to the noisy arena.

In fact, the main reason is that Veela's dazzling dance has disappeared from the arena, so that they can wake up.

It was only then that Harry realized where he was standing... He had one leg resting on the wall of the box. Most little wizards approaching adulthood behaved like this. Ron made a posture of diving, and stood motionless by the side of the box; Percy even threw his favorite badge of the Department of Magic and Law Enforcement on the ground; Let it go; the other adult wizards were not much better... until the unreal creatures left the field... the people in the box were not sober.

And at this moment, Harry saw the younger Chinese wizard come in again from the outside of the box.

Looks like this guy is just hanging out admiring the Veela dance moves.

With a satisfied look on his face, he said, "Dayan horse, vixen, vixen (Chinese)..." and other incomprehensible words.

And the older, gray-haired wizard saw this scene, stared and pulled the wizard into a corner, and severely reprimanded him.

Afterwards, Ireland's mascot followed suit.

Leprechauns in Ireland.

They made various magical changes in mid-air, and finally even turned into a huge, dazzling clover, which rose high into the air, hovered... and then... crackled and scattered countless gold coins in the gymnasium.

After Ludo officially introduced the players of the two teams and the referee Hassan Musta,
The whistle sounded, and the game officially started.

……

The floor of the phone booth, the glass windows trembling, carried Hopkirk and the MacGuffin, and the frozen wizard Erik off the ground.

With the creaking and muffled sound of the phone booth moving, they are gradually rising up... Those fireplaces with golden embossed patterns began to shrink slowly in McGuffin's eyes, and the dark green ceiling and tadpole-like golden runes were gradually approaching them.

He shifted his gaze from the ground to the witch in front of him, secretly holding his wand to be on guard.

The witch's body has been trembling since the very beginning, and her skin is slowly shrinking like a balloon, and then inflated again, as if someone is constantly pumping and inflating her body for fun.

This is not right!

However, as long as you leave this ghost place, it will be much easier.

if only……

pat!

Suddenly, the strange noise struck again.

The phone booth trembled, -- stopped.

Stuck in mid-air.

"What's going on?" McGuffin asked anxiously.

Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk did not answer, she crossed her arms... hugged herself tightly, lowered her head and kept trembling,
Click, click-click...

The lowered head swings back and forth 45 degrees left and right, like turning a screw... a strange sound of clicking,
All of a sudden, her skin became even paler, bloodless, and slightly wrinkled.

An extremely bad premonition appeared in McGuffin's heart.

"Ms. Hopekirk?"

no response,
——No matter what, strike first!

"All petrochemical!"

McGuffin immediately swung his wand at Hopkirk.

--Roar!

boom!Snapped!
A crisp sound.

The glass of the phone booth shattered and fell to the ground, and the petrification spell was thrown aside by Mafalda Hopkirk's elbow.

How can it be?

"Luminescent Curse!"

In the small space, McGuffin saw Hopkirk's mutation clearly. Her skin was wrinkled and white, her eyes were red, her nails grew slowly, and she let out a roar with indecipherable meaning.

Although she seemed to be restraining herself somewhat rationally, McGuffin couldn't believe that she could continue.

With a slight movement of his wand, the wizard named Erik -- that is, the big ice lump -- was placed between the two of them.

Then McGuffin reached out and picked up the receiver on the broken-looking telephone.

Following what Hopkirk did just now, he directly dialed the number 62442.

There was a buzzing sound from inside, and then a cold female voice came from inside.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your names and reasons."

"My name is MacGuffin Albert, a visitor from the Ministry of Magic... Why is this magical phone box stuck in midair?"

"If you want to enter the Ministry of Magic, please press the number 1 button, if you want to go out of the Ministry of Magic, please press the number 2 button... If you encounter an emergency and need urgent repairs, please press the * button..."

"口! (Chinese)" McGuffin scolded directly, and without waiting for the cold female voice to continue speaking, he directly pressed the * button.

"Please wait a moment! We have dispatched the Erik wizard at the atrium checkpoint, and it is expected to arrive at the destination in 2 minutes to start maintenance..."

"In the meantime, you can listen to the latest policy from the Ministry of Magic..."

"Honorable Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge...has recently had contact with wizard representatives from the Ministry of Magic of China to some extent...the two sides have frankly exchanged views with each other...unanimously agreed to build a certain level of communication channels..."

"F-F-FK you're a jungler!"

McGuffin was about to go crazy, cursed directly, and smashed the receiver on the damn phone.

The handset bounced twice, and the crooked telephone line brought it down to the bottom of the telephone.

The cold female voice was still heard intermittently inside—"The two sides have unanimously decided...to send delegations to each other...Chinese wizards will participate in the Quidditch World Cup to be held in the near future..."

This made him even more angry.

McGuffin raised his head... Now he was in a small space with two wizards infected by unknown black magic.

Could there be anything more unlucky than this?

Let’s not talk about Erik’s big ice lump, Ms. Hopkirk… She is staring at the McGuffin through the big ice lump with her red eyes, as if she is looking at a piece of delicious fresh meat.

Saliva was dripping from the sides of his mouth.

She was unable to suppress her loss of control.

The magic phone booth was still stuck in mid-air... trembling slightly up and down, as if it was completely broken.

"Ms. Hopekirk?"

McGuffin asked again tentatively.

--Roar!

She pressed over directly, stretched out her arms through the ice lump between the two of them, and scratched back and forth at the tip of McGuffin's nose with her sharp blue nails.

Bing Tuozi pressed tightly on McGuffin's body, the icy cold...or maybe this critical situation made him fall into the abyss, trembling without chill.

It can't be like this anymore, I must find a way to temporarily wake up Mafalda Hopkirk, at least let her tell me how to get out of here.

...resuscitating spells, awakening spells, freezing spells...

McGuffin used them all, but none of them worked. He felt that these spells stimulated Hopkirk even more.

The infection and changes she received went further... On the contrary, the magic seemed to be catalyzed to some extent.

Shir!What to do!
And at this moment, the sound of clack-clack began to approach more and more.

wrong! !
McGuffin looks up

——Several black spots suddenly appeared on the ceiling, approaching him very quickly.

The sound is getting louder and louder!
wrong!wrong!
"Luminescent Curse!"

A bright light like daytime was thrown out from the tip of the wand by McGuffin, and appeared in the midair of the atrium.

At this time, he could no longer take into account what might alarm the Ministry of Magic.

really……

Some monsters that look like Erik wizards and Hopkirk are spreading around the ceiling,

There are five or six in front of you, and in the dark shadows farther away... there are densely spreading like insect swarms.

Slap!Slap! ...

Their image is further dehumanized.

The skin on his body was wrinkled and white, like an ill-fitting plastic leather case, his mouth was full of fangs, and his eyes were red.

They 'landed' on all fours... lying on the ceiling, their bluish-purple long nails tapping on those dark green wooden boards,

pat!pat!
It was this sound, which was originally made by them.

Under the glare of the light, these monsters stepped back and stood, their crooked bodies stood up slightly, their forelimbs covering their faces, and they let out sharp and terrifying roars.

Then, the nearest monsters pounced one by one, some fell and hit the ground... some directly grabbed onto the magic elevator that was in mid-air.

- Aww! --Roar!

Horrific howls sounded right next to the McGuffin's ears. Their sharp, thin, wrinkled arms pierced through the glass, constantly trying to tear the McGuffin.

"Armor protection!"

Bang, bang—bang!

The nails collided with the silver translucent shield again and again,
McGuffin's face was extremely ugly, and a once-and-for-all solution popped up in his mind. '

——If you don’t use the [Fierce Flame Curse] to directly burn this place to ashes, even if there are any dark wizards or dark creatures, they probably won’t survive...

But this has a big disadvantage. He is also here now and cannot escape. Even if he escapes here, if the [Fierffire Curse] gets out of control and directly burns down the Ministry of Magic...subsequent compensation...or legal responsibilities are inevitable.

"Albert..."

At this time, a sound suddenly came out of his ear.

"MacGuffin Albert! Here you are..."

An extremely weak and hoarse voice came from beside McGuffin,

It was Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk, who seemed to have regained consciousness temporarily, and tremblingly took out a badge of the director of the Ministry of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic and a small velvet pocket from her robe pocket and handed it to him.

"Go...to the underground of the Ministry of Magic, there is...there is a new fireplace...the new Floo powder passage...People from the outside don't know, it shouldn't be blocked, and you can get out of here! The badge will guide you...Go to Dumbledore, go to Fudge...tell them what happened here...don't worry about me...I can't control myself, hurry up! Hurry up!"

After McGuffin took these two things, the phone booth had already begun to be overwhelmed by those monsters.

He can't stay here.

boom!
McGuffin cast several banishing spells on the monster lying on the phone booth in all directions.

Those irrational monsters were thrown out at once, and hit the ground one by one.

At the same time, he directly opened the door of the telephone booth that was twisted together... with a wand, and flew out by himself.

"Knox!"

Then, McGuffin pointed his wand at the amazingly bright Luminosity ahead, extinguishing it, and the atrium was once again plunged into darkness.

And after the phone booth had been ravaged several times, it couldn't hold it anymore. There was a squeak...then swish-bang...a huge collision and disintegration, and the sound of glass shattering resounded on the ground.

Through the faint dark green fluorescence on the floor, McGuffin saw that as the phone booth had cracked,
Two dark figures emerged from inside, and the monsters surrounding them did not do anything to the two shadows... Instead, they merged together, quickly crawled to the feet of the McGuffin, and let out a mournful roar.

Even without a mirror, he can know his current face.

Sure enough, these things are as contagious as zombies, and the magic power will actually accelerate their infection...mutation speed.

McGuffin tightly held the badge and cloth bag in his hand, thinking whether he should obey Hopkirk's words... How credible are the words of this infected witch...

After thinking for a while, he directly activated his magic power and flew to the top of the ceiling...that is, in front of those dark green wooden boards.

"Collapse quickly!"

"The house collapsed!"

Nothing changes, doesn't work.

McGuffin decided to use a more powerful spell that he hadn't mastered yet.

"Dig three feet!"

There was a little reaction, but it was a violent electric spark from the dark green ceiling, which directly blasted him out of the air, tumbling in the air, and almost fell to the ground.

And those monsters roared and jumped... trying to catch him.

Fortunately, McGuffin temporarily regained control of his body and flew up again.

And at this time, Pat!The slapping sound resounded again, getting denser and denser... getting closer.

Looking at the monsters surrounded by the ground and the ceiling, McGuffin's face was very ugly.

Did those wizards in the Ministry of Magic eat X?

How did so many monsters come in, is it a biohazard?
When things were like this, complaining was useless, and McGuffin could only try as Hopkirk said.

Just head down to the basement of the Ministry of Magic!

However, this familiarity...

The ominous premonition in McGuffin's heart became stronger and clearer.

(End of this chapter)