Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 164 Diagon Alley

"How do you feel, Professor?"

He Gang stretched the heron's feathers that grew from his back, pierced through the dark clouds, and took Dumbledore to soar. With a white tail behind him, he entered a cloud layer in an instant, he asked in a low voice.

Dumbledore nodded slightly. At such a fast speed, even with his physique, falling to the ground would hurt his muscles and bones.

But he's excited.

"It's a lot more fun than a broomstick."

After a while, he changed the subject again and said,
"We're almost there."

Hearing this, He Gang speeded up again.

He could already see the Magic Box Alley and the entrance to the Ministry of Magic.

The Ministry of Magic is located more than ten meters underground in Charing Cross Road, Westminster, London, opposite the Leaky Cauldron, which is located between a large bookstore and a record store.

He Gang could clearly see the incomparable desolation of Diagon Alley, which is known as the most prosperous place in the entire British Isles and where the most wizards gathered.

Even Ollivander's wand shop was closed, and the only bright spot of color was a prank shop run by the Weasley twins here.

"It's the same as in the book, but there's always a sense of oppression, as if some great filth is being bred under this oppressive calm."

He Gang hovered in the clouds.

The winter sun was shining on his body, making him feel warm.

He hasn't been in the sun for a long time.

I don't know if the base is okay now...

Obviously, when the news of Dumbledore's death spread in the small British wizarding circle, coupled with the suppression of the Order of the Phoenix and the stigmatization of Harry Potter, the Muggles in Dumbledore's mouth We may not be fully aware of it, but a bloody storm is getting closer.

Dark clouds gathered over London.

Darkness covers the world.

He Gang suddenly felt puzzled.

As the government of a country's wizarding community, the Ministry of Magic has countless secrets and the most powerful Auror Legion.

Even Voldemort hadn't captured it in his prime, how did he succeed this time?
"Is the Ministry of Magic facing down there?"

He Gang confirmed to Dumbledore again.

The current Minister of Magic is a man of Voldemort, a veteran Death Eater.

As long as he can show some power to overwhelm this puppet government, but this power is not enough to destroy Voldemort's dark forces...

Naturally, Tom Riddle couldn't help but stand up.

"Directly below Diagon Alley."

Dumbledore confirmed this.

They've made their decision.

The group of wizards is always too loose, and even the armed forces are Aurors similar to police or secret agents, rather than a truly rigorously trained army.

After all, for most wizards, they are a Commonwealth citizen first and a wizard second, which leaves them with little sense of belonging to the Ministry of Magic.

What He Gang is going to do now is to lure Voldemort.

【boom--】

Like an unrivaled shooting star, He Gang crashed down.

There were almost no people in Diagon Alley, exactly the same as Knockturn Alley, which was specially opened for dark wizards and alchemists on the opposite side-in fact, since the news of Dumbledore's death spread throughout the UK, people knew that the man who couldn't even say his name The Dark Lord is back.

Regardless of black wizards or white wizards, most of them chose to hide in their warm homes.

A piercing alarm sounded in the deserted alleyway, and the golden mesh covering the entire Diagon Alley suddenly emitted a dazzling light.

It was a powerful shield used by the Ministry of Magic to protect wizards from the prying eyes and harm of Muggles.

Even a few hundred Death Eaters couldn't penetrate it.

But now, like the moment a bullet hits the glass, it dented down the middle, as if something was trying to penetrate the protection.

It's cloudy in London today.

The golden light over Diagon Alley can be seen almost throughout the city, it is a light that goes straight to the soul.

Things that had been hiding in the darkness of the street raised their heads, and there were hundreds of huge werewolves.

They are two meters high, and the hard animal hair on their bodies is like steel needles.

Clings to store walls, dark streets, and street lamps.

These subhuman creatures who surrendered to Voldemort have a body far exceeding that of any world champion in sports.

They gathered together and roared to the sky.

Wolves howled one after another in Diagon Alley, their hairs stood on end, and they grinned at the depression of the golden network in the sky.

The beast's instinct told them that there was unparalleled danger there, but their fear and loyalty to Voldemort overcame their instinct.

Of course, fear may be better than loyalty.

Finally, the alarm became harsher, and a golden light burst out instantly.

The light disappeared in a second.

He Gang hovered in mid-air.

The huge heron's feathers behind him fluttered slightly

"Interesting subhuman species."

The werewolves occupying half of the street below are showing their teeth and claws, but even so they look hundreds of times better than filth.

Although He Gang's aura was extremely dangerous.

But there is probably no creature of that strength in this entire world.

So they are not afraid.

Until another figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.

That's... Dumbledore!
A werewolf that was getting closer made a whimpering sound.

Although several years have passed, he will never forget the breath of this old man!
The only person Voldemort fears in his life!

did not speak.

Dumbledore just looked around gravely.

He Gang had never seen such a cold gaze from him.

He's out.

There was no spell, no movement, the Elder Wand suddenly emitted bursts of bright green fluctuations visible to the naked eye, and the green brilliance flowed on him like water!
Another use of Avada Kedavra!
Dumbledore has never been a good person, and the black witchcraft from him is even more terrifying than most Death Eaters.

The werewolves roared, and they easily dug a hole in the wall or the ground.

This is a not very powerful dark species, but it has the most bloodthirsty and brutal living habits.

A loud and unusually sharp wolf howl sounded, and the leaping werewolves were overwhelming.

They were drooling, and their red eyes were full of bloodlust.

These werewolves surrounded Lou Dumbledore in 360 degrees without any dead ends, trying to defeat the old man who terrified them from the bottom of their bones by numbers.

"boom!"

The bright green halo of death spread out from Dumbledore's hand, and all the living beings crawled on the ground and trembled when they touched the light.

No, they didn't tremble.

That's the soul being stripped away!

Killing Curses are also deadly to werewolves.

Not to mention the magic spell used by Dumbledore, whose rank and level have been greatly improved!
"I also want you to keep them alive."

He Gang landed.

He looked at the corpses all over the ground with some pity.

Although these werewolves were weak, they could still be regarded as black iron or even bronze class in the dungeon world after all, and they could be regarded as qualified cannon fodder after they reached a higher level.

"There are still some that are not dead, and there are more such and such things in the distance."

Dumbledore said.

(End of this chapter)