The Lonely Dragon of Hogwarts

at the same time.

The integration within the Ministry of Magic has been completed.

Fudge and the monster-masked goblin were inspecting the halls, accompanied by the remaining Auror troops.

And standing in front of them were densely packed wizards.

Among them, only [-]% are truly professional strikers.

The remaining [-]% are actually staff and officials within the Ministry of Magic.

They were transferred here after Fudge woke up from his sleep after forcibly issuing a transfer order for this defense battle!

The fighting will of these people is not high.

Especially after Fudge activated the [Anti-Apparition Spell], closed the floo network, and told them the facts of the war, many people even started to make noises of dissatisfaction.

However, Fudge didn't think this was a big problem.

He shouted loudly to the people in front of him:

"Colleagues! This war is about the life and death of the Ministry of Magic, and it is also about whether the entire magical world of China will be shrouded in darkness again! At present, Hogwarts has fallen! The only people left who can save the world are us!

You all enjoy the support of the Ministry of Magic all year round.

And now it's time for you to give back to the Ministry of Magic and the magical world of China!

So, please fight..."

Before Fudge could finish his words, he was drowned out by a tsunami of opposition.

Ordinary staff and officials would not do what Fudge did.

Because it was wrong for Fudge to forcibly transfer everyone from their homes to the Ministry of Magic through deception.

Even if there are some people here who are willing to fight for the Ministry of Magic and the magical world of China, the dissatisfaction in their hearts has been accumulated to the extreme due to Fudge's rude behavior.

Not to mention that a large number of people in the crowd believe that they do not owe the Ministry of Magic and the magical world of China.

After all, although Fudge paid them a lot of wages and bonuses, they lived a superhuman life.

But this is all achieved with their own talents and labor.

As for fighting, that was the job of the Aurors and Strikers and had nothing to do with them.

Fudge was a little anxious when he saw this.

"Shut up, everyone—"

He put his wand against his throat, activated the [Amplifying Curse] and shouted, "Look around you! There are thousands of us! There are also elite Strike Force troops and Aurors inside!

Even the fairies are helping us!

The enemy is only over a hundred years old, and the leader is just a young boy who hasn't even finished Hogwarts!What are you afraid of?

We will win this war!

Go for it!Go get ready for battle!Everyone who participates in the battle tonight will receive a bonus of one hundred galleons!

For every Death Eater you kill, you will receive a bounty of two hundred galleons!

And if you kill or capture John Shafiq!

I will award him a thousand galleons directly! "

Fudge's magically enhanced voice rose above the din.

The situation was finally brought under control.

The dissatisfaction among the crowd is gradually disappearing.

The wages of avarice is death.

People who were extremely dissatisfied before heard about such a huge reward.

They all feel that it is not impossible to do this.

For a moment, some people started to cheer, stimulated by the bounty.

More and more people drew their wands.

The batters were even more happy.

When it comes to fighting, how could those guys squatting in the office all day be their opponents?

They are destined to take the lion's share of the credit for this war!

Looking at the faces below that became excited again, Fudge also breathed a long sigh of relief, and then a proud smile appeared on his face.

What he just said was true.

In his opinion, with so much fighting power, John is destined to fail miserably this time!

And just when everyone was jumping for joy and fighting spirit, they were ready to kill John and others and return with a great defeat.

The entire Ministry of Magic hall suddenly shook violently.

Immediately afterwards, a twisted oval space portal emerged from the center of the hall.

"Ready to fight!"

The batters were the first to react.

Amidst the roars of the commanders.

A large number of strikers formed a battle formation and all pointed their wands at the space portal.

Not to be outdone, the ordinary staff raised their wands in confusion.

Be prepared to fire a direct salvo as soon as someone emerges from the portal.

However, the first person to come out of the portal was not the dark wizard they imagined.

But the Dementors!

"Boom boom boom..."

The strikers and ordinary staff almost subconsciously shot the magic spell.

These ordinary attack spells have no effect on the dementors at all.

The dementors allowed these spells to penetrate their illusory bodies, and then rushed out, rampaging through the crowd, madly sucking in the positive emotions of their enemies.

This battle is simply a gluttonous feast for them!

Their appearance made the temperature in the entire hall seem to drop several degrees.

Almost everyone looked extremely gloomy.

The most painful memories in my heart were awakened one after another.

The batters standing at the front of the team were directly kissed on the lips by the dementors, sucked out their souls and died.

Of course, there are people who react in time.

The few striker officers at the back and the Aurors around Fudge immediately began to use the [Patronus Curse] to counterattack.

But unfortunately.

John brought almost all the dementors from Azkaban with him this time.

And there were too few people on site who could use the [Patronus Charm].

Faced with such a large number of dementors.

Those sporadic flashes of silver-white light were annihilated without even being able to successfully condense into entities.

"Merlin's beard! How...how could this happen? Why would the dementors follow John to attack us? Have they already rebelled?"

Fudge asked with a pale face.

But at this moment, no one has time to respond to him.

Because right after the dementors, the Death Eaters and werewolves also rushed out of the portal.

They laughed maniacally and waved their wands, shooting out streams of ominous green light.

The strikers in the hall who had just been tortured by the dementors had no time to react and were caught off guard. Under the shining green light, rows of corpses fell one after another.

Under this almost overwhelming massacre.

The wizards at the Ministry of Magic began to gradually lose their will to fight.

Although there were nearly ten times the number of Death Eaters, they did not dare to fight back and just ran away in panic.

But where can they escape to?

The [Anti-Apparition Curse] has been activated, and the Floo Network has been blocked.

Even for this war, all magic elevators leading to other floors have been blocked!

Everyone was just scurrying around in this closed hall.

There is absolutely no point in doing so.

Nowadays, it is no longer realistic to organize any decent counterattack.

It is only a matter of time before they are all killed.

Seeing all this, the Monster Mask Goblin felt that all the strength in his body had dissipated.

He leaned weakly against a stone pillar and pulled out the pen from his chest.

At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at Fudge.

Then he saw that although Fudge looked dejected, he did the same thing as him.

The two looked at each other.

Faced with this situation, he didn't want to say anything and twisted the cap of his pen at the same time.

"Om-"

The surrounding space begins to warp.

Fudge and the monster-masked goblin finally relaxed a little.

Although it failed this time.

But as long as they can escape, there is still a chance to come back.

This may be difficult.

But it is still possible after all.

However, just as the two of them were making their own calculations, the distorted space around them suddenly recovered.

The pen caps in their hands also exploded.

Only then did Fudge and the monster-masked goblin realize with disbelief that their surroundings, and even the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic, were already shrouded in a faint, granular black smoke.

These black smokes do not block the view, but they contain cursed magic inside, corroding and isolating the use of all space props and magic.

In other words, they can't escape this time!

At this moment, the Death Eaters and Dementors who were massacring the wizards of the Ministry of Magic all retreated back into the portal.

At the same time, John's somewhat illusory and ethereal voice also sounded in the ears of everyone present.