All things are three at Hogwarts

The green light of the Death Curse seemed to have received a signal. The Auror closest to the door raised his hand and knocked lightly three times. After waiting for a few seconds and no one responded, he closed his fingers tightly, stretched out his arms, and waved horizontally behind his back. , as if asking for directions, he called the other two Aurors to enter the room together.

Walking in with heavy steps, I immediately saw the couple hugging each other and falling on the ground. After standing at attention and saluting, the leading Auror cast a super-powerful iron armor spell and created an arched shield.

The other two used the levitation spell to cover them like an invisible coffin and levitate them. The moment they came into contact with the shield, the corpses of the couple instantly turned into black powder with blue light, and finally returned to calm. .

The Aurors completed the last order Thalmann had just issued. Completely destroy the bodies of their couple.

After all, in addition to being used by people with ulterior motives to claim credit for Britain, the most important thing is that Hogwarts Floating City itself is now famous for its popularity of necromancy and necromancy workers. If the other party cannot do so because of his own death, The trial angered Harris and made them use the corpses to turn their husband and wife into undead creatures, which would be worse than death and fall into eternal torture.

Then, fires went up in the minister's office and the Auror Director's office, and all letters to and from Minister Thalmann began to be burned. The news of the death of the German Minister of Magic and his wife was broadcast on the radio, and the Reichstag fell into restlessness.

In the corridor, hurried footsteps, desperate cries, and venting roars like wounded beasts could be heard. Knowing that the minister had committed suicide, some officials who felt that there was no hope became so drunk that they were alone; some witches were crying and wiping away their tears, like thunder. The ducks were at a loss; some officials desperately packed up their belongings, took off their magic robes, wanted to change into the clothes of ordinary wizards, and blended into the people to escape; some wizards who participated in the attack on their own initiative Gathering, they are searching for available magic equipment, preparing for the final resistance...

In desperation, especially those officials who had been more or less involved in planning the attack on Harris, they were so panicked that they could no longer estimate their own image as before:

"Harris said they were going to let the dementors suck everyone involved in the attack into empty shells."

"Are our faults serious enough to be punished with the Dementor's Kiss... I don't want to die like this, I don't want my soul to be sucked by those monsters."

"Death is another great adventure. Rather than becoming food for dementors, it is better to go on another journey yourself..."

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These discussions about the British declaration of war made despair spread even more, and fear caused some wizards who were afraid of not escaping trial to start shooting Avada Kedavra at each other.

A senior official began to put on his most dignified magic robe full of medals. After hugging his painful and weeping family members one by one and asking his subordinates to send them away, he sat alone on the sofa and resolutely walked together. Taken a deadly poison.

And some timid wizards who were reluctant to take action saw their companions dying one after another, and fell into loneliness and despair, wandering around with no future or way out.

As for the more members of the Ministry of Magic who did not participate in the Greek assassination operation, the situation was better. Not long after, another voice came from the internal broadcast of the Capitol Building. After two test microphones, the broadcast came The voice of Dönitz, who almost succeeded him, came: "Our Minister Thalmann has ended his life... leaving behind all the wizards in the German magical world and all the German Aurors... He was ready to continue to work for Berlin. And fighting, even though we are exhausted... there is no point in continuing to resist... Please follow me to the square outside to prepare for surrender."

Amidst Dönitz's continuous broadcast, members of the German Ministry of Magic began to leave the room one after another. At the same time, in the minister's office on the top floor of the Reichstag, Goering arranged his brand new magic robe and followed the instructions. Mann's last words, he naturally became the last minister, but he did not pay attention to the chaotic Capitol Building at the moment, did not issue any orders, and did not react to the broadcast. He just sat upright in the tall armchair that belonged to the Minister of Magic with his head held high and his chest raised, his eyebrows solemn and his expression solemn and inviolable.

Ten minutes later, inside the Capitol, several teams of Aurors who originally guarded the building gathered here. A young Auror stood in front of the window. He completely ignored Dönitz's appeal on the radio just now, holding a panoramic telescope. , observing the square and the sky outside, a huge floating ship has been revealed in the distance that seems to swallow up the entire sky.

Many wizards had already brought their families out of hiding and began to dismantle the defensive measures they had put great effort into, apparently intending to follow Dönitz's words and surrender to the British.

The German Auror put down the panoramic telescope, took a worried breath, turned around and walked towards another of his colleagues: "The British are about to receive prisoners, and they are stationed in the square."

"What's going on here?" Another Auror asked.

"No fighting, no resistance." The young Auror said calmly. He raised his hand to check the time and frowned tightly. "The British will arrive here in ten minutes at most."

At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps came, causing all the Aurors in the room to reflexively put their hands on their wands and look at the door with alert expressions. After a while, three middle-aged Aurors with somewhat vicissitudes of expression strode forward. Walking in, they were the three team captains from the Auror office.

"As a team, like other wizards, we go outside and wait for the British to come...surrender to them..." the squad leader in the middle ordered, his voice was very heavy and depressed.

"Mr. Dönitz is not the successor minister just informed to us, Mr. Göring is. We have no reason to follow Mr. Dönitz's orders." A young Auror stood up and objected loudly with red eyes.

One of the three team captains saw his team's excitement and shouted: "What do you mean? Do you want to disobey Auror?"

The Auror's eyes were red: "Captain... It doesn't matter who is the minister now. What's important is that we are German Aurors... We can't let wizards from other countries in the world see that Germany turned to Britain without anyone standing up to resist." People surrender.”

"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged Auror with a gloomy face lowered his jaw. "We have nothing to do with the Greek attack. We just want to send..."

"For our honor, I will never surrender and fight to the end." The Auror interrupted his superior rudely with his chin raised, "When the British arrive here, I will fight back until I can no longer wave the wand. .”

The middle-aged Auror looked at the young man, raising his head with a serious expression, and the veins on his neck stretched out: "Who else thinks so?"

The young Auror who had just stood up to resist raised his arms without hesitation after he finished speaking. The German Aurors around him also raised their arms.

This resolute move seemed to carry a power that infected the others. A squad leader came in together with the middle-aged Auror, holding his chest and head high, and raised his arms decisively.

Seeing such a scene, the middle-aged Auror who asked the question raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept over the Aurors who raised their hands one by one. His thin and angular chin was slightly tilted up, his eyes became a little pleased, and then he was equally proud. He raised his hand.