Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 378 Arrangement
Scrimgeour looked up, the brilliance of Xi Wei's magic power and the noisy and chaotic fluctuations of magic power made his brows frowned, and the eyes on the slightly ugly and heavy face still showed some hesitation, as if some things hadn't met his expectations.

At this moment, a green Killing Curse quietly struck from an oblique direction, passed through the translucent defense of the 'armor body', and hit the shoulder of an Auror on the outside, and the fresh life was warming In the process of falling to the ground, his body still kept moving forward, and passed away quietly.

"Fred!" Dawlish's eyes were about to split open, his teeth were clenched, his eyes were red as if they were burning with flames, and he shouted to Scrimgeour again: "Give me an order! Mr. Scrimgeour!"

Scrimgeour frowned and gritted his teeth, then sighed suddenly and shouted to the Aurors beside him in a deep voice: "Please disperse!"

After the words fell, the Aurors used their own methods, quickly dispersed from the gathered posture, or hid themselves in the lush grass, or apparated to a certain place on the battlefield, and some waited for the opportunity to continue to follow Scrimgeour. Serve as a guard against enemy attacks.

"The enemies are too scattered, and the wizards of the Order of the Phoenix scatter and scurry in the wild grass first. At this moment, it is really difficult to accurately estimate the number of enemies." Kingsley Shaker was one of the members who did not evacuate. At this time He hurried to Rufus Scrimgeour's side and whispered.

"There is no need to be angry about this now!" Scrimgeour still showed his tough style. He looked up at the sky and saw that the Dark Mark representing Voldemort was still floating freely under Voldemort's unique spell, exuding A depressing breath of fear.

"Hmph!" With a cold snort, Scrimgeour raised his arm and held his wand tightly, pointing at the sky, and immediately released a dazzling bright white light beam, which shot at the Dark Mark!

Bang!
Whoa! ——

The bright white beam of light pierced the Dark Mark like an arrow, and the bright two colors with conflicting tones suddenly exploded, turning into a gorgeous halo in the dark night sky, driving away the darkness for a short moment.

At the same time, a few miles outside the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, the desolate night wind blew, the silent and dark "ground" suddenly undulated like waves, and the dazzling bright white light suddenly lit up from one point. Standing up, the surrounding scenery was faintly illuminated, of course including the face of the wizard who released the fluorescent spell.

"That's Minister Scrimgeour's order, right? It's as obvious as I said before." Gadvin Robards, the director of the Auror Office at the time, looked up at the distant sky and muttered.

Auror Prout shook his wand, and the fluorescent light flickered. He walked forward and looked at the sky brightly illuminated by magic in the distance. He exhaled, moved his shoulders as if he was ready for a big battle, and said, "Signal It has appeared, it's time for us to appear!"

As he said this, the dark surroundings began to 'move'. There were hundreds of wizards wearing ink-stained wizard robes, including more than a dozen Aurors who worked in the Auror office, and more It's the strikers from the Ministry of Magic.

Although the strikers of the Ministry of Magic are incomparable to the Aurors with rich combat experience, they are all wizards who have undergone rigorous training. Even if they may not be outstanding, they can be regarded as the official backbone of the wizarding world. Participating in this battle to strangle the Death Eaters was a natural fit.

"Wait a minute!" Just as the Aurors and the batterers were about to move, Gadvin Robards suddenly frowned slightly and raised his palms to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Plaut raised his eyebrows to express confusion, and then comforted him: "There is no problem with the signal. It is indeed Minister Scrimgeour's magic power fluctuation. The fighter opportunity cannot be missed!"

"Wait a minute, Prout, something is indeed wrong." Williamson, another Auror with a simple and reliable appearance, stepped forward and looked at the halo that was gradually dissipating. The late night groggy had swallowed up the light again, which seemed to make him Some unspeakable pressure.

"Any more questions?! Lead the team to attack immediately after receiving the signal. This is the order issued by Mr. Minister in advance!" Plaut was tired of his colleagues' hesitation. In his opinion, this was a very simple matter. Why? It takes so much trouble.

Gadvin Robards turned slightly sideways, glanced at Williamson through the fluorescent light, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "This is indeed the handiwork of Minister Scrimgeour, there is no doubt about it, but although Scrimgeour did not Mr. Jie did not say anything, but the signal sent at this moment is really a bit vague, and it is not even possible to determine the approximate position of the enemy, which is not conducive to the next battle, so for the sake of caution..."

"Be careful! The minister's signal has been sent, order action immediately!" Prout snorted.

Gadvin Robards glanced at Prout with an ugly face, curled his mouth and cursed 'this reckless man' inwardly, but in the end he had no choice but to let go of the hesitation in his heart for the time being, after all, the plan had been made before.

"There can't be too much caution, but it's time for us to play." Williamson smoothed things over.

"Okay! I will remember to be careful, now!" Plaut waved his wand excitedly, turned to face the waiting wizards, and said in a high voice: "Gather together and attack!"

The strikers and the Aurors were ready. The faces under the black robes had different expressions, but they never flinched. Most of them were half-blood wizards, and they knew what would happen if Voldemort took power, and what would happen to them In the end, instead of being oppressed and persecuted to the end, it is better to gamble and fight hard, and you may not be able to usher in new hope!

"All the hitters are divided into three teams. Those who are good at raids and offenses are led by Auror Prout, preparing for the next surprise attack. The other hitters are divided into two teams, led by Auror Williamson and myself. The team leader of the hand cooperates with other Aurors to ensure the coordination of the team."

Gadvin Robards had already made detailed arrangements before, but now he only needed to order casually, and the strikers and Aurors quickly integrated and deployed.

"Hurry up and attack! I can't wait to beat the shit out of the Death Eaters!" Prout grinned, showing his yellowish teeth, with a ferocious expression on his face.

But even so, leading the strikers against the Death Eaters required the nod of Gadvin Robards, Scrimgeour's chosen commander.

"Send a signal to Minister Scrimgeour!" Robards shouted with a slight nod.

"Hahaha! Let me send the signal!" Prout turned around and held his wand and pointed towards the sky, releasing a crimson light beam that quickly swayed left and right, and then grinned and howled wantonly: "Follow me!! "

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh! ~
The cold wind was blowing, and the batters rode brooms and rushed out like a torrent. Auror Williamson led another group of batterers to perform apparition and went away quietly. Only Robards' team remained behind. here.

Sensing the gaze from behind him, Gadvin Robards retracted his wand back into his sleeve, looked solemnly at the distant night sky, and said calmly: "It's almost done, following the steps of Prout, let's talk to Skrein first." Minister Jie and others gather!"

(End of this chapter)