Chapter 118 116 Three Battlefields

Chapter 118 116. Three battlefields

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, the wizards and witches who had come to handle affairs were leaving quickly.

No one dared to stay here for long. Even though the old man sitting on the chair in the middle had never killed anyone, he didn't dare to let others watch because of his reputation as a dark wizard and a wanted criminal.

The chair under Dumbledore was certainly not handed to him by anyone. Even if some of the people at the scene still had a good impression of him, no one had the courage to express even the slightest intimacy with him in front of so many people.

The wizard who was responsible for registering the wands and names of the visitors had been tied up on the ground, facing the ground, shrinking his neck, pretending to be dead and burying his head in the ground like an ostrich.

This chair was just under him.

The Auror Command reacted quickly. They quickly gathered people through the fireplace and went to the entrance of the hall. Lucius Malfoy led the team personally. He saw the old man sitting in the middle of the hall, as contented as if he was in his own living room. His face was as dark as if he was covered with pot ash.

He commanded the Aurors to split into two groups, guarding the exit and entrance of the hall respectively, and surrounded Dumbledore in the middle.

Everyone drew out their wands in full battle array, and hundreds of wands were pointed at the old man in the middle. But on the contrary, the hands holding the wands of the more people were trembling uneasily, and sweat was on their foreheads, as if it was not hundreds of people surrounding one person, but one person surrounding hundreds of people.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Lucius had a gloomy face and saw the name of the old man on the chair. Dumbledore smiled and waved at him.

"Ha, it's been a long time since we last met, Lucius, my friend. I praised you for your promising future before, and you see, my judgment is still very accurate. You have now become the leader of all Aurors."

Lucius stared at Dumbledore's eyes, he did not smile, but asked with an extremely cold look.

"What are you doing here?"

"What?" Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, "Of course I came to meet my greatest student, why? Doesn't he want to meet me?"

He smiled, like an old man from the neighborhood chatting about family matters, and the wand in his hand turned casually.

It was this that made most of the Aurors who pointed their wands at him slow down their heartbeats and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

Lucius's face became uglier and uglier.

The current situation is not that they surrounded Dumbledore, but that Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic and guarded them!

Before the Battle of Hogwarts seven years ago, he had never thought that this seemingly harmless old man could pose any threat. No matter how famous he was, Lucius had not experienced his peak period, so it was normal to despise him.

But after participating in that battle, especially when Lucius was so close to the battlefield in the Astronomy Tower, he watched the battle between the two top wizards in the magic world almost all the time, which made him realize from the bottom of his heart how terrible Dumbledore was.

Even if the old man lost in the end, it only proved that the winner was more terrifying, not that he was weak.

Now if they really started fighting, most of the ten floors of the Ministry of Magic located underground would be destroyed. Dumbledore could not kill all of them, but he could leave safely after paralyzing the Ministry of Magic.

He was using this Ministry of Magic to force Voldemort to come to see him!

It was because he had thought this through that Lucius was extremely nervous and uneasy. He didn't know what was happening outside that required Dumbledore to come to the Ministry of Magic in person. He also didn't know what the Ministry of Magic and the people in it meant to Voldemort at this time, and whether it was worth it for him to come in person.

Just as the sweat on Lucius's forehead was sliding down his forehead, a voice that made him panic and happy suddenly sounded behind him.

"It's been a long time since we last met, Professor Dumbledore."

The wizard with a tall and straight figure, sharp features and handsome appearance walked out from behind the Auror.

No one dared to stand in front of him. Every Auror standing here bowed to him in fear and lowered his head, shouting in unison.

"Sir!"

Dumbledore leaned back on his chair, crossed his fingers and placed them on his knees, with a smile on his face. He looked at the most powerful man in the magic world across from him, waved his hand, and someone brought him a chair. Then all the Aurors present, including Lucius, retreated and left the hall, leaving only Dumbledore and Voldemort, a pair of teachers and students.

"Hogwarts, Azkaban and the Ministry of Magic, you still know me as well as before, and know that the only place I can't let go of is here." Voldemort looked into Dumbledore's eyes calmly, "But I'm still curious, how did you put people in the other two places?"

Sirius and Lupin each carried a person on their backs.

Behind them were more than 30 ragged, sallow-faced Azkaban prisoners!

At this time, they had rushed to the gate of the prison, and nearly 80% of the Dementors on the entire island had gathered here.

The silver light flowed between them, and the scattered light illuminated the entire castle filled with gray fog.

But there were too many Dementors gathered in front of the prison gate. They were almost endless. The Dementors whose bodies were melted by the silver light shrank back, while the Dementors behind pushed forward.

The dead despair and the excited hope fought against each other, but the final result was that the prisoners who escaped from the prison became more and more depressed.

Sirius gritted his teeth, protecting the unconscious wizard behind him with one hand to prevent him from falling off his back, and raised his wand with the other hand.

"For the last time!"

Lupin was also contrary to his usual gentleness and calmness. He roared and raised his wand above his head, and the silver light flowed over them!

Every prisoner raised his wand like him, and for a moment, the dazzling light was like the scorching sun, swaying down!

"Expecto Patronus!"

Countless Patronus spells were chanted together, the lights were gathering, and various animals stepped lightly in the air, leaving behind brilliant silver flying debris, swooping down towards the Dementors in front of the gate!

Wolves, dogs, cows, chickens, foxes, honey badgers, goats. More than 30 Patronuses rushed out a huge gap for them!

The breath of freedom was blowing in their faces. Outside the prison, Moody was riding on broomsticks with dozens of other members of the Order of the Phoenix to deal with the Death Eaters stationed on the island, and at the same time threw the broomsticks that had been prepared long ago to the feet of the prisoners!