The Wind and the Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

"Gentlemen and ladies, you are just in time."

Medea looked at the group of people who had arrived with Dumbledore and Fudge.

"If we come a little later, I'm afraid we alone won't be able to stop Voldemort's prison robbery."

There was a look of grief on her face.

"So many of our companions have been killed. Even if their souls are forced to stay by me, they will not be able to live like normal people. In short, the rest will be left to you."

As she spoke, the four Medea who had just participated in the battle began to retreat at the same time.

Obviously, just as she said, she was going to give up the battlefield to Dumbledore and the others.

Everyone knows that Medea is talking nonsense. But she can also be considered as a step forward for another group of people.

If Dumbledore wants to argue, he might have to face Medea and Voldemort. It would be better to just let go of Medea and the entire coven, and deal with Voldemort and the Death Eaters with all our strength first.

According to common sense, this is the case.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to have any intention of letting Medea escape easily. He smiled and asked, "Did Ms. Slytherin just pass by here?"

"That's right." Medea nodded as usual, "We..."

She looked at the group of people behind her.

"Our witch guild is just a magical association formed because of common ideals. It will inevitably be difficult to deal with this kind of prison-breaking criminal activities. It is more justifiable to leave this matter to the Ministry of Magic."

Having said this, she looked at Fudge, as if consulting him for his opinion.

"What do you think, Secretary Fudge?"

"Yes, that's right." Fudge nodded repeatedly, "Ms. Slytherin is right. In the magical world, only the Ministry of Magic can legitimately deal with the criminal activities of wizards."

Fudge had already moved closer to Medea, and of course he would speak to her.

And while he was speaking, he glanced at Dumbledore from time to time, as if he meant something.

Obviously, in his inner world, Dumbledore was just a headmaster, but he had to take care of too many things.

"Hahahahahaha..."

As soon as Fudge finished speaking, Voldemort threw his head back and laughed.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He pointed his finger at Dumbledore and then at Fudge.

"Is this the Minister of Magic today? The British Ministry of Magic is really becoming more and more disgraceful. How does he look like a minister? He looks more like a funny clown!"

"you……"

Fudge's chubby face turned red. He opened his mouth to say something, but when Voldemort looked directly at him, he shrank his neck and swallowed it back.

Voldemort laughed mockingly again.

He didn't take Fudge seriously, but pointed the finger at Dumbledore.

"You are still so hypocritical, Dumbledore." He sneered. "You always claim to be the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods, and you push such an idiot to the high position of Minister of Magic..."

Shaking his head, Voldemort continued: "This is the most uncomfortable thing about you. Magic is power. The equality between wizards and Muggles is just a joke. Why would a powerful wizard tolerate such an idiot sitting on his head? ?”

Fudge's lips trembled rapidly, and his face began to turn purple with anger.

Dumbledore always looked calm and did not get angry because of Voldemort's words.

He just said calmly: "There are some things you can't understand and have never experienced. This will be your biggest failure and flaw, Tom."

"I think I no longer need your guidance, Dumbledore." Voldemort replied nonchalantly.

He looked at Medea on the other side with an expression of disgust on his face.

"Do you want to back down now, Medea?" he said loudly, "No, you don't, you are thirsty for my soul, you just want me and Dumbledore to fight first, and then take advantage of it. "

Medea sighed, "Wouldn't it be better to just let me leave like this, Tom? Or do you want to see me and Mr. Principal besieging you together? In that case, even you won't be able to cope with it."

While speaking, she glanced at Fudge again.

Fudge took a few breaths and loudly ordered to the Aurors behind him, "Aurors, immediately capture the dark wizards who are trying to rob the prison!"

But the Aurors did not move immediately. Instead, they looked at Ms. Burns, their direct leader of the Legal Enforcement Department.

"Be patient," Ms. Burns said calmly.

The Aurors immediately fell silent and stood still.

"Burns!" Fudge turned around and glared, "This is the minister's order!"

Ms. Burns, however, kept looking straight ahead and ignored him.

Fudge began to breathe rapidly, "You... you..."

"Too noisy, idiot."

Voldemort frowned, raised his hand, and a red light shot out from his wand and came to Fudge in an instant.

Fudge didn't even have time to take out his wand, his eyes widened in horror.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore reached out to help.

With a flick of the wand in his hand, the red curse flew away.

Fudge, who was sweating profusely, staggered back a few steps and almost sat down on the ground.

"Why should you protect him? He's just an incompetent Minister of Magic." Voldemort asked in confusion, "Wouldn't it be better to let him learn a lesson?"

Dumbledore did not answer, but Ms. Burns spoke fearlessly and bluntly, "Minister Fudge has not violated the law. If everyone judges that he does not resign, people will impeach him and elect a new minister."

She said very ruthlessly, but Fudge was no longer in the mood to reprimand her.

The minister was already scared and wanted to shrink his fat body into a ball.

Voldemort ignored Ms. Burns and smiled at Dumbledore, "It seems that you are not in a hurry to do it, cunning old man. But it's okay, I still have to deal with the matter between Medea and me first."

Dumbledore remained silent, as if he had acquiesced.

Voldemort seemed to be skilled and bold, and he was not afraid of Dumbledore's sudden attack. He said to Medea with a smile: "So let's continue our fight, Medea."

Medea was silent for a few seconds and then said: "You can't kill me, Tom."

"I know." Voldemort nodded, "Even if I defeat you a few more times, it's just breaking a few more ceramic dolls. You didn't even come here in person."

"It's good that you know." Medea smiled.

"But I won't give up just like that."

The expression on Voldemort's face gradually became ferocious.

"No one has ever been able to get away with doing that to me. Even if you are my ancestor, you have to pay a sufficient price! I am Voldemort!"

His scarlet eyes were wide open, his pupils had shrunk into a thin slit, and there were several blood vessels clearly protruding on his bald head.

"But fortunately, you are my ancestor. Although it's a long time ago, we do have this blood connection."

Voldemort grinned and scratched the aorta on his arm with his nails.

Blood spurted out of the wound, but he seemed to feel no pain.

"I just killed seven people in total, but no one knows that I used a little special trick!"

Thick black mist spread from his cuffs and the hem of his robe, mixed with the spurted blood, floated behind him, and slowly formed the shape of seven skulls.

Although it was made of black mist, the eyes of those skulls flashed with strange blood-red light.

"Even if you collect their souls with that necklace, it's useless!"

Voldemort reached out and touched the wound, and his arm stopped bleeding immediately.

His voice was like a demon roar, "At the moment I killed them, their souls were already branded with my mark!"

The faces of the five Medeas changed at the same time, and the Medea holding the necklace raised her hand and threw the necklace away.

Voldemort laughed, "Do you understand it now? But it's too late! The curse has been fulfilled! No matter what you do, you can't stop it!"

As he spoke, the seven skulls made of black mist behind him exploded at the same time.

At the same time, the necklace thrown on the ground by Medea flew up, emitting the same black mist and red light.

Crack...

Crack, crack...

The crisp sound of broken ceramics rang out one after another.

Among the people who were "revived" by Medea before, seven wizards who died at the hands of Voldemort began to have black cracks on their skin.

"Ah..."

"Ms. Slytherin..."

"Save us!"

The black mist diffused from the cracks on their skin, and those cracks began to expand and spread all over the body.

Medea's face was very ugly, but she did not take any measures.

Perhaps, as Voldemort said, she could no longer stop it.

Screams came one after another, and the other members of the All Witches around couldn't help but step back several steps.

Especially the ceramic people who were also "revived" by Medea, who were trembling with fear at this moment.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The seven ceramic people with cracks all over their bodies were completely blown into powder

The necklace floating in the air also exploded.

Then, visible to the naked eye, the appearance of the five Medeas became stiff at the same time. The appearance that originally looked like a real person returned to the original color of porcelain, and even cracks appeared on the surface of the skin.

"I can still hold on for a while." Medea said, "You leave here first!"

"Graves!"

Mr. Graves in the crowd threw out the fireplace again.

Bang!

The fireplace became larger, and the green flames ignited. Mr. Graves jumped into the flames first and disappeared, followed by others.

The whole witch council began to retreat.

The five Medeas moved, their movements were slightly stiff, but they still lined up in a row in front of the fireplace.

But Voldemort did not take action again, but just watched the whole witch council retreat.

"Curse..."

Scott muttered, for him, this was a relatively unfamiliar field.

Generally speaking, curse (Curse) is a type of black magic, and it is also the most evil one in black magic.

Curses come in many forms, and their magic power varies, but most of them will cause serious harm or pain, such as unbearable pain, mental control or direct death.

Scott didn't know many curses, so he didn't understand Voldemort's operation at all, just like he didn't understand how Voldemort cursed the Defense Against the Dark Arts class at Hogwarts.

The departure of all the witches went very smoothly. Neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore objected to those people leaving Azkaban through the fireplace.

Only Ms. Burns took out a notebook and a wool pen to record the names of all the members of the coven.

Seeing that the whole coven was about to leave, Fudge, who had been standing next to Dumbledore and Ms. Burns, moved.

"Wait for me! I want to leave here too!"

He took a step and ran towards the fireplace.

"Fudge!"

Dumbledore shouted, but Fudge ran faster.

"Avada Kedavra."

At the same time, Voldemort's voice sounded.

Just as Dumbledore was about to move, a dazzling green light hit Fudge's back at lightning speed.

"Is he crazy? Or was he just scared silly?" Scott smacked his lips.

He felt that Fudge was looking for death.

Voldemort didn't continue to attack him before, did he think he would not be attacked again?

That was just because he was standing next to Dumbledore just now, and Voldemort didn't want to fight Dumbledore so soon.

The reason why all the wizards in the whole witch council were able to leave smoothly was because Medea was there to guard them.

With a bang, Fudge's fat body fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, all the wizards in the witch council also stepped into the flames in the fireplace.

The green flames went out and the fireplace began to shrink.

Medea, who was already covered with small cracks, raised her foot and crushed the shrunken fireplace with her high heels.

"It seems that you can't hold on any longer." Voldemort said to Medea with a smile, "Next, taste the long pain I bring you, so that you won't forget that I am Voldemort, a great wizard."

As soon as he finished speaking, four Medeas collapsed one after another, turning into porcelain pieces all over the floor.

"Of course, I will remember this pain, Tom."

When the last Medea spoke, porcelain pieces began to fall from her face.

"Maybe I was impressed by your weak image when we first met, so I habitually underestimated you. Anyway, you won this time."

"No need to make excuses, I am stronger than you." Voldemort said fiercely, "The law of the jungle is the unchanging law, and I will never be your food."

"It doesn't matter, I still have a lot of time."

Medea smiled, then her expression froze, her eyes were dull, and her body fell to the ground and shattered.

"The prophecy has come true." Scott said.

When all five Medeas fell, the group of Thestrals brought to the island by her and the entire witch association all flew up.

They circled twice in the air, seemed to be identifying the direction, and then flew away directly.

"The Thestrals are flying towards Hogwarts." Scott switched the surveillance screen to look at the direction of the Thestrals and made a judgment, "This shows that Medea's control over them has failed."

This shows that Voldemort's curse has had a great impact on Medea.

"Voldemort is really great." Scott praised, "It's worth it that I let him come out early."

Medea should enter a weak period next, which will greatly facilitate Scott's future actions.

"Those dark magic stars will eventually return, and at the time of the transition between the old and the new, the revived witch will encounter a crisis."

Scott repeated the content of the prophecy again.

Now that Medea's strength has declined after being cursed by Voldemort, Fudge has also died, and those dark magic stars (Thestrals) are finally returning to Hogwarts.

Scott couldn't help but sigh again, "The so-called transition between the old and the new is really a change of Minister of Magic..."

He remembered what Luna said before the holiday.

He can be sure that Luna really has a high talent for prediction.

"Next, will Dumbledore defeat Voldemort?" Rumple asked.

Scott shook his head, "Probably not..."

After all, Harry is still Voldemort's Horcrux. Even if Dumbledore wins now, he can't completely eliminate the Dark Lord.

With Dumbledore's wisdom, he should seek a way to completely solve Voldemort.

Scott looked at the scene in the mirror, waiting with great anticipation to see the official confrontation between Dumbledore and Voldemort.