Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

British Ministry of Magic, eight floors underground, main hall.

Batty Crouch squinted his eyes, carefully examining the unexpected guests who suddenly appeared.

The wizards who gush out of the fireplace in the dark green flames seem to have no faces... No, the next second he reacted. All the wizards have hoods on their heads, and their faces are hidden under the mask... Some kind, he used to The outfit of a very familiar group of wizards.

But... how is it possible...

On the other side, Kingsley drew out his wand and pointed it dignifiedly forward.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

At the same time, Tonks, who was sleeping on the security check table, rubbed his eyes and looked up sleepily at the black-robed wizards pouring out of the fireplace like a tide. While yawning, he stood up and prepared. Walking in the direction of the crowd, he said in a daze.

"You can count back, Mr. Minister. Everything is safe at the Ministry of Magic, there is nothing."

"Tonks! Be careful! Don't go there! Mr. Crouch, those are dark wizards!"

Before Tonks could gain a foothold, Kingsley changed from the laziness and ease of chatting with Barty Crouch before, and his empty left hand quickly grabbed the bewildered newcomer's arm and pulled her aside roughly. Go, while waving the magic wand in his hand, as if pulling something.

"Eh, what are you talking about"

"Time is running out, kill the guards of the Ministry of Magic!"

Some of those "uninvited guests" not far away said loudly and coldly.

A swish, two or three shrill shouts cut through the silence of the hall.

"Killing Curse!"

"Killing Curse!"

A few strong green lights pierced the eyes of Crouch and Tonks, and the unreasonable shudder and nausea instantly dispelled their sleepiness.

The two heard a dull crash in front of them, as if something exploded on the wall, and a vague black shadow appeared in front of the crowd to separate the green lights. Then, a dazzling flame was on them. It was until this time that Barty Crouch realized what had happened: The uninvited guest in Dumbledore’s warning appeared, but not a thief, but a frenzied dark wizard!

If there were no wooden tables summoned by Kingsley to block the killing curse, they would now have become corpses lying on the ground.

Barty Crouch hurriedly pulled out his wand and looked at the desperadoes who killed people without warning.

"Damn, you guys dare"

"Powerful explosion! Thunderbolt explosion! Zoom in quickly! Serial blasting!"

Before the no longer young former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department could finish speaking, a series of clear spells sounded.

A crimson cursed beam rubbed Crouch’s shoulder and shot at the group of uninvited guests. The shock wave generated by the powerful explosion blasted the burning wooden table to pieces in an instant, turning it into a rain of fire and throwing it forward. There were countless crackling sounds like firecrackers between the fire and rain.

The Auror newcomer, who was still a little confused before, had clear eyes, and his bubblegum-pink hair gradually turned into a touch of crimson in the flames.

The magic wand in her hand was constantly waving and issuing various spells, just like an Auror who had experienced a lot of battles. Human power temporarily suppressed those uninvited guests who had just walked out of the fireplace.

"Go back! Go back! There are too many of them"

Kingsley waved his arm like a windmill and shouted loudly at the two people beside him.

The group of pure gold statues erected in the center of the Magic Brothers fountain in the hall seemed to be alive. They jumped from the base and stood in front of the three like guards. They crossed the golden gate behind them, leading to the Ministry of Magic. Inside the central hub hall.

"Wait a minute, my files..."

Barty Crouch glanced at the replies he had written all night.

There were at least a dozen letters from various magical governments, and some of them had work documents that he had not processed personally.

"Don't worry about those letters, it's important to survive now!"

Tonks said decisively, grabbing Barty Crouch by the shoulder, and pulling him toward the golden gate behind.

Just as Conks was speaking, a spell flying in the distance hit the place where Barty Crouch was sitting before. The turbulent flames swallowed that area in an instant, as if there was life. , Gradually spreading towards the surroundings.

"Damn, are those guys crazy? They're actually putting on a curse here?! I really want to turn their heads off and stuff them in their ass"

Tonks scolded angrily. The corners of Barty Crouch's mouth twitched when he saw the sturdy side of the witch for the first time. He retracted his previous prejudice against this Miss Nifadora. This witch is simply a natural arrogance. Luo, fortunately, she is in an energy-saving state.

Buddy Crouch was pushed by Tonks, half pushed and half run through the gate, to the central hub of the Ministry of Magic.

There are 21 elevators installed here, all blocked by delicate golden fence doors.

The members of the Ministry of Magic usually rely on them to go up and down between the floors. When Tonks and Crouch arrived, Kingsley, who arrived here one step earlier, had already pressed all the elevator buttons, Barty Crouch. Qi saw the numbers of 21 elevators beating fast.

"Hey, did you see Kingsley? They are actually casting a stern curse here!" Tonks still looked extremely indignant.

"Tonks, stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and try to destroy the gate!"

On the other side, Kingsley Shaker said in a deep voice, turning his head to look at Barty Crouch, who was still a little confused, and said quickly.

"Mr. Scrimgeour should still be patrolling somewhere upstairs. You can take the elevator upstairs and tell him what's going on. You two will evacuate the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible after you sound the alarm. I will blow up the remaining elevators after you leave. Ladder, and then leave with Tonks. After we leave, we will wait for you at the Broken Cauldron Tavern in Diagon Alley! Quick! Tonks and I may not delay too long."

"Powerful blasting!"

boom!

boom! boom! boom!

The rest of Kingsley Shackle's words were concealed in a series of huge roars.

Amidst the loud tinnitus, Barty Crouch watched blankly as the golden gate of the Ministry of Magic main hall collapsed.

The red office areas hanging down on both sides of the golden gate made a sour squeak and pressed toward the center. Broken stones, glass frames, porches... He had never thought that such a scene would appear in the Ministry of Magic. And Tonks's curse is still bombarding the surrounding environment, if it is not known that this is delaying the enemy's footsteps, Barty Crouch even thinks that she was sent by the other side to destroy the Ministry of Magic.

"Hurry up! Mr. Crouch"

Tonks panted and turned to look at Old Crouch, her face and hair covered with dust.

"Although I don't know who they are, but from the point of view of their murder, no matter what their purpose is, we must not let them succeed too easily. You can find Mr. Scrimgeour quickly. He should have a way to get in touch. Minister them!"

"They are... well, I see!"

Crouch's mouth opened, and then he nodded dignifiedly.

"Be careful, and retreat as soon as possible after destroying the elevator. We will meet at the Broken Cauldron Tavern later!"

Undoubtedly, as Dumbledore warned in the roaring letter, this was a carefully planned conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic.

After losing most of the Auror’s combat power, the only thing they can do now is to delay each other as much as possible and spread the news of the attack on the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. It’s a long journey from the UK to the Armenian Forest, but if only The return journey will be much faster.

Barty Crouch glanced at the expanding ruins, yelling and explosions on the other side of the gravel barrier.

He didn't know how many people were on the opposite side of the gravel pile, anyway, it was definitely not just the four of them that could contend. Just now when they evacuated the main hall, there were still a steady stream of "Death Eaters" pouring out of the fireplace. , Barty Crouch almost guessed the identity of the other party.

Maybe Kingsley and Tonks didn't know those costumes, but Barty Crouch was at least 90% sure that those people were Death Eaters!

As the director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department who directed the Auror to resist and capture the forces of mysterious people, when he saw the hood, mask, and the familiar figures of some of them, the "Death Eater" was disgusting. The word "" appeared from the depths of Crouch's memory for the first time.

He glanced at the two young Aurors last, took a piece of paper from his arms, raised his wand and gave it a quick click.

"Barty Crouch, here is an urgent paperwork. Rufus Scrimgeour, take it."

The parchment folded automatically and turned into a small paper airplane, floating leisurely into the elevator.

When Barty Crouch saw this, he hurried to keep up. In order to cancel the owl transmission, the Ministry of Magic specially spent a lot of energy to create such a set of paper airplanes instead of magic, which can automatically communicate in the Ministry. At this time, it played a strange purpose.

…………

Behind the piles of rocks that Barty Crouch can't see, the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

It was different from the vicious and frenzied spell attack he imagined.

Those "Death Eaters" who broke into the Ministry yelled and wielded their wands to attack the surrounding fireplaces and walls, as if they were fighting desperately with invisible enemies, the living sculptures and the giants of Cornelius Fudge. The portrait attracted a lot of attacks, and the magic lights on both sides of the fireplace wall were also knocked down a lot, but the curse that really fell on the pile of rocks that Tonks had blown up the gate was pitiful.

The little guy named Nifadora is just a member of the "internship" period, and they are not sure about her strength.

If you accidentally use too much force and directly smash the rocks, the follow-up content is really not easy to play.

After all, Tonks and Kingsley are not super-class wizards with one enemy and a hundred. It is reasonable to create some chaos in a hurry, but if you replace it with a frontal resistance to the joint attack of dozens of adult wizards, it would be too much. It's illusory, and fools won't believe it.

"Almost done? How long will it take us to crush these things?" a "Death Eater" whispered.

"Three minutes. These ruins and gravel are too annoying."

The "Death Eater" who gave the order said that if Frank were here, he would be able to recognize his uncle who changed his waistcoat just by his body shape.

This is the headquarters of the British Ministry of Magic. No one knows if there will be any photo or voice magic around, so they must be very careful during the whole process of the conversation. Except for a small number of senior officials, most of the action personnel are involved in the whole process. Talking without permission is not allowed.

Three minutes later, Kurt Maier raised his hand, and the spell attacks around him temporarily stopped.

The old wizard listened for a few seconds, and after confirming that there was no new sound on the other side of the rock pile, he gestured forward with his right hand and held it high.

"Everyone, the target is right in front of the pile of rocks"

"Four sets of bound splash trajectories, one set, two sets, and three sets of spells, give me a way out!"

"Wait a moment to enter the area, four groups are on standby, one group, two groups, and three groups will go to each area of ​​the Ministry of Magic to perform the "cleaning" task according to the original plan. The task time is tentatively scheduled for 40 minutes. If the time is advanced, I will notify you. The leader of each group implements the backup plan according to the situation."

"Now, do it!"

Accompanied by Kurt Maier's right hand swinging down ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ dozens of dazzling spells shot towards the pile of seemingly solid rocks.

The combined spellcasting of the Wizarding Corps level is essentially different from the ordinary Auror battle. Under the combined spellcasting of dozens of wizards, a huge void instantly appeared in front of everyone, before the surrounding stones collapsed. The wizard team responsible for stability made up in an instant, wielding a magic wand to quickly maintain the outline of the "passage", and within a few seconds, it cleared a road suitable for people to pass quickly.

According to the mission objectives assigned by the "Miss Fool", the amount of "garbage" they have to clean up from the Ministry of Magic is quite large. If you don't hurry up, you may end up using a rather crude cleaning method such as burning on the spot, which is not the case. Kurt Maier wanted to see.

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At the same time, Charing Cross Street, Broken Cauldron Pub.

The tavern, which has rarely been closed for decades, locked the door for an unprecedented time and put up a "temporary suspension" sign.

"Sorry, John, I trouble you to close in advance today..."

Rufus Scrimgeour glanced at the middle-aged wizard who was walking back from the door, with a terrible gloomy face.

"The Ministry of Magic has been conquered. We may have to borrow your fireplace for a while to ensure that Mr. Minister and the expedition Auror can return to London smoothly. Now please get us some drinks and warm food. I may have to Borrow your owl."

He glanced at Tonks, who was sitting in the corner with a gray head and a gray face, and Kingsley, who was silent, before thinking about it and adding.

"Well, it's better to have hot water and towels..."

In any case, these children have done quite well just now, and he really doesn't have much to blame.

Tonight... is destined to be a rather difficult night.

Great! So big, so big!