Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

'Gala!Gala! '

There was a heavy mechanical sound, and the door slowly folded and shrunk around. Wilson looked back nervously while wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wilson! It's Wilson! The director of the Transportation Department is a fake!"

"Polyjuice Potion! It's Polyjuice Potion!"

A group of people, who had been exposed to the truth, crowded into the elevator like crazy, completely losing their gentle, respectful and thrifty attitude in the past.

"Stop him!"

"Smashed to pieces!"

The first person to rush up to the sixth floor was about to stop Wilson, but before he could even react, he was blasted to death by a curse from behind.

In an instant, everyone's faces turned pale!

"Yes! Traitor! Traitor! Ah!!!"

The curse intertwine and the narrow sixth floor has now become a meat grinder, devouring the figures of people who want to pass him.

Everyone is like falling into an ice cave. They can't tell who is a comrade-in-arms and who is an enemy. The companions who fought side by side in the past are now facing each other with the tip of their sticks, ready to kill each other at all times.

In the confinement room, Wilson, who was crawling in, turned around and finally saw the intricate metal instrument suspended in the air in front of him, like concentric ghostly balls, constantly rotating.

Holding the wand tightly in his right hand, aiming at the complex and precise instrument suspended in mid-air and constantly rotating, he used the most powerful spell in his life.

"Fiendfire burns!"

First a pale blue Mars...

And then a leaping flame...

'Boom! '

An explosion spread throughout the Ministry of Magic. Everyone stared dumbfounded at the floor where the Department of Magical Communications was located, with panic and hesitation on their faces.

The ferocious flames were burning, and the 'Director Wilson' who was blown to the wall by the shock wave gradually turned into a black-haired young man.

The young man looked at the flames in front of him, grinned happily, turned his head to look at the others, opened his sleeves, and stabbed fiercely into the ferocious black mark with his wand.

'Sa~'

'Sa~'

'Sass, sass...'

Stripes of black mist flashed past, and figures in black robes and uniform masks appeared in the center of the square of the Ministry of Magic.

The fireplaces on both sides were also lit by clusters of dark green flames, and figures stepped out of the fireplaces.

"Whoosh~"

Finally, a black mist that was too thick to dissolve flew down from the air, twirled and landed on the ground, turning into a human figure.

"Good afternoon! Everyone..."

As soon as the figure landed on the ground, he took off his hood, revealing his gray face, grinning blood-red lips, and shouted excitedly:

"...Let's party!"

"Awada eats a big melon!!!"

Chapter 543 The Elegy of the Ministry of Magic (Two in One)

Panic!

confusion!

The sudden attack caused the Ministry of Magic, which was unprepared, to suffer a devastating blow in an instant.

The headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, which had been at peace for a long time, became a victim in the flames of war. The splendid decoration that made the officials of the Ministry of Magic feel proud, but now it cannot provide them with the slightest sense of security.

Fire, explosions, blood, corpses...

This is not a fight, but a bloody massacre.

The role of personal bravery in the wizard's war was fully highlighted in this battle.

Voldemort strolled on this chaotic battlefield, watching the officials of the Ministry of Magic fleeing in all directions, wishing to get under the table, hearing the mournful wailing, a blush of intoxication flashed across his face.

It's such a wonderful feeling...

He walked leisurely, occasionally raised his arm, and cast an Avada Kedavra curse, and with just a few gestures, he could take the life of an Auror who resisted bravely.

Every time this happened, the Death Eaters would utter unidentified cheers in unison. Under the urging of the shouts, Voldemort's mood became even higher.

Xu felt the master's emotions, and the color of the Killing Curse issued by Voldemort became more and more vivid.

A single spell could take a life, and this horrific sight not only devastated those who fought bravely, but also the courage of the officials of the Ministry of Magic.

They never imagined that the enemy they had been chasing and even gaining the upper hand was so terrifying.

This makes them unable to figure out...

Grindelwald has been imprisoned for too long, so long that they have long forgotten the horror of the top wizards, and that the person Voldemort feared was Dumbledore, not some mediocre officials who were icing on the cake.

On the tenth basement floor, the courtroom, which cannot be reached by elevators, was captured by Death Eaters who broke in one after another. They proudly stepped on the judge's seat, jumping and jumping, forming a beautiful landscape...

On the ninth floor underground, the Department of Mysteries, the most secret place of the Ministry of Magic, a few Death Eaters broke into it, wantonly searching for rare items, even carrying them with them, even forgetting their wands aside.

The Department of Sports and Sports on the seventh floor underground, the Department of International Magical Cooperation on the fifth floor, the Department of Magical Beast Management on the fourth floor, and the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters on the third floor, none survived.

Only the Department of Magic Execution on the second basement floor, because of the gathering of Aurors, was able to resist for a while.

However, under the attack of the large number of Death Eaters, the few Aurors could only run around exhausted, struggling to deal with enemies that were several times larger than themselves.

Urquhart, director of the Department of Legal Enforcement, had a piece of hair removed by someone, and one ear was blown to a bloody mess.

But he didn't care about these at all at this moment. He was still screaming loudly and organizing, not organizing the Aurors to resist the counterattack, but organizing the retreat of the active forces.

No way, he is very sober now, he knows that the Ministry of Magic can no longer keep it!

The high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic are dead and down, the minister is missing, and the staff are mixed with informants from the Death Eaters.

In today's situation where there is no high-end power and unified command, to resist the Death Eaters is tantamount to climbing to the sky on foot, or even harder than climbing to the sky!

"Go, Apparate! Find your professor, find Dumbledore! Go! There are many obstacles!"

A beautiful blocking spell saved the life of a young Auror. He grabbed the Auror by the collar and dragged him backwards.

"Quick, anti-apparition has been unsealed, let's go!"

For the sake of Yixue's humiliation of being subdued by Gu Yi, the beautiful magic that he has practiced in the past five years finally has a place to use.

"Thunderbolt explosion!"

A spell was cast, and a row of desks was blown into dust. The dust drifted around, blocking the sight of the Death Eaters.

"Director, hurry up!"

A young Auror grabbed Director Urquhart's wrist, with blood on his face and sporadic tears, shouting loudly in his weeping tone.

The young Aurors were crying...well...they're just a bunch of kids...

The youngest is in his early 21s, and the oldest is only [-] and [-]. They are still a bunch of kids...

If there hadn't been a war, this kid might have been an explorer, or he might have been the owner of a joke toy store, right down Diagon Alley, where the business could be very big...

They're still kids... damn war...

"No!"

Urquhart took a deep breath, gripped the young Auror's wrist firmly, and pulled him off his wrist.

"Child, you are still young...go to Hogwarts...tell Dumbledore about the situation here...and...your ancient professor..."

"No! Director, let's go together!"

Urquhart, who saw the determination of the Death Eaters to eliminate the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, was silent for two seconds, and in an instant, he showed a bright smile.

"Hahaha, silly boy! Don't worry about me, I was able to fight with you Professor Gu Yi back then!

If you, Professor Gu Yi, were not handsomer and more likable, perhaps, I would be the person who will be the professor of your Defense Against the Dark Arts class, not him!

Don't worry about me, just take care of yourselves! "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gave the young Auror a hard push, then turned around and returned to the flames of battle.

"Director!"

"Go! Don't be impulsive! I remember what your professor taught you to compare the weight of the task when performing tasks! Now your weight has priority over mine! Save yourself! Go!"

Urquhart roared loudly, waving the wand in his hand non-stop, and the spells were like antelope horns, precise and just right.

For a moment, all the Death Eaters turned their attention to this master!

A young Auror, with tears in his eyes, hid behind the wall, gritted his teeth, and cast the spell desperately.

Another calm Auror, with equally red eyes, grabs a few former classmates, one flickers, and disappears.

Urquhart caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eye, and a relieved smile finally appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Professor Gu Yi's trust, he finally lived up to it... It's a pity... there is no chance to have a fair duel with him...

......

In the Transfiguration professor's office at Hogwarts, a pile of documents was piled high. Although today is a holiday, for Professor McGonagall, as long as Dumbledore is not there, it makes no difference whether he is on holiday or not, let alone he has Professor Gu Yi is gone...

"Boom...boom boom boom~"

"Which one?"

Hearing the hasty knock on the door, for some reason, Professor McGonagall suddenly became irritable.

'Boom...boom boom~'

"The door is unlocked when you come in!"

Although Professor McGonagall said so, driven by his heart, he stood up and walked towards the outside.

"Who, is there anything urgent?"

Because the knock on the door was very urgent, Professor McGonagall was even more irritable.

"Huh? Urquhart..."

Seeing this person, Professor McGonagall was in a daze for some reason, as if he had lost something.

"Hi~ Minerva..."

Urquhart still had that gentle smile and affectionate eyes, staring at Professor McGonagall's haggard figure.

"How did you come?"

Seeing the person coming, Professor McGonagall subconsciously straightened his messy hair and welcomed him into the office.

"What? Isn't the Ministry of Magic busy?"

Leading Urquhart to the sofa, while tidying up the messy furnishings in the office, he prepared to boil water for him to make tea.

Urquhart, who was sitting on the sofa, couldn't bear to take his eyes off that busy figure for a moment, with a happy smile on his lips, he said softly:

"Don't bother... Minerva... I just came to see you... see how you're doing..."

"See how I'm doing?"

Hearing this, Professor McGonagall raised his eyebrows, turned to look at Urquhart who was sitting on the sofa, and threw the rag in his hand over.

"...I think you're here to see if I'm getting together with Professor Gu Yi!"

The rag hit Urquhart, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"...I said that you are also... a person who is not young, but always loves to be jealous of a young man.

How many times have I said that Professor Gu Yi and I are just good friends, he is only as old as I am, do you think I am still that young girl? "

"...you will always be that young and capable girl in my eyes..."

"...Really, how old are you, and you still say some incomprehensible things..."

Hearing Urquhart's words, Professor McGonagall's cheeks blushed, but her heart felt more and more uncomfortable...

"Why come to me when you have time? Isn't the Ministry of Magic busy?"

Professor McGonagall asked this question again, but Urquhart still shook his head and smiled, avoiding answering, leaning on his knees, and slowly stood up.

"Phew... well, I'm relieved to see that you're doing well..."