Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

"Did he...escape?"

"I think so."

"So, we won?"

"It should be like this."

Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly, and at the same time stepped forward to pick up the two silver swords, and threw the one that belonged to Arthur to Arthur.

"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword with an excited smile on his face, "Mike, you don't have to worry at all, Voldemort just looks like that. We won't be able to tell who killed who when we meet next time! "

This time, Mike did not answer Arthur's words. He just nodded and then turned his gaze in the direction of the entrance to the Brain Hall behind him.

There were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, and standing at the front of the team was Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, and Scrimgeour, the current Director of the Auror Office.

The countless golden chains at the critical moment were shot by these Aurors. From this, it can be seen that these Aurors are not incompetent.

The usually calm and composed Fudge now looked like a frustrated drunkard. He was slumped on the ground in a miserable state. His suit and tie were crooked, and he was actually wearing slippers. It looked like he had just rushed from home. , this can also be seen from his messy hairstyle.

The most important thing is that as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China, Fudge looked frightened at this moment and was still mumbling something.

The appearance of the supreme leader clearly made the Aurors behind him uneasy. The serious discipline and quality they had in the past disappeared from them this time. At this time, they were talking in secrets with sad faces.

Maybe they thought their voices were very soft, but the combined voices of nearly a hundred people turned the originally quiet brain hall into a noisy vegetable market.

If this were normal, Scrimgeour, as the top Auror officer, would have come out to stop them long ago.

But this time Scrimgeour said nothing and just stood there with his head bowed.

Mike led Arthur slowly toward the crowd, and then he finally heard Fudge's words clearly.

"Why? Why is he back again?"

"How dare he do this?"

"It's over now, it's all over now!"

"Merlin! Why are you doing this!"

…

Looking at Fudge with dull eyes, Mike shook his head.

Now Fudge finally broke away from the state of hiding his ears and deceiving others and saw the truth, but this truth seemed to have exceeded the upper limit of his tolerance, which is why he became what he is now.

Seeing Mike's arrival, Scrimgeour also raised his head.

He seemed to really not want Mike to see his minister's embarrassing scene, so he stepped forward and grabbed Fudge's hand to pull him up.

However, at this time, Fudge, who was in a state of despair and weighed more than 200 kilograms, could not be lifted up by himself.

After failing several times, he finally gave up the idea. When he turned around, he found that the Aurors behind him had become a mess, and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Stand still for me!"

Scrimgeour's words silenced the Aurors for a moment. Seeing this, Scrimgeour's face looked better. He glared at Mike, took a long breath and said:

"Go and capture the remaining Death Eaters. I will temporarily grant you unlimited fire rights and the right to use the Unforgivable Curse!"

"Yes! Sir!"

After a loud and neat shout, the Aurors dispersed and left the Brain Hall, but looking at the disappointed looks on their faces, Mike very doubted how much fighting courage they had left.

At this time, the panting Dumbledore finally came to Mike.

I saw him reaching out and patting Mike's shoulder, with a warm smile on his face, and said:

"well done."

Mike didn't reply, and the expression on his face turned darker again.

He felt that Dumbledore was mocking him by saying this, because the prophecy ball eventually fell into Voldemort's hands, although that was Mike's intention.

"I'm serious, Mike." As if realizing that Mike had misunderstood what he meant, Dumbledore continued, "In that situation, I would have traded the prophecy ball for Black. After all, compared with life, A small piece of information not worth mentioning at all.”

Mike nodded, but still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Dumbledore said no more, but turned to look at Fudge, who was on the ground in a miserable state.

"Fudge? Fudge? Are you okay?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some kind of magic spell. Fudge, who had been in a daze just now and ignored no one, shuddered and woke up after hearing his words.

Fudge, who woke up, immediately reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, and at the same time, large crystal tears continued to fall from the corners of his eyes.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! He's back! That man is back!" Fudge trembled and sobbed, "Merlin! I should have believed you earlier! What should I do now? Oh! By the way! Harry Potter! Go find Harry Potter. Since he can defeat Voldemort once, he can definitely defeat him twice! Hurry! Hurry..."

"Calm down, Fudge." Dumbledore helplessly patted Fudge's hand to comfort him, "We can't always rely on a child. Facing an enemy like Voldemort, we adults always have to work hard."

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body trembled violently. At the same time, he covered his ears, pretending that he did not hear the terrible name.

Scrimgeour couldn't stand it any longer. He looked at Fudge with contempt, then turned to Dumbledore and said:

"Dumbledore, you have seen the current situation. In order to fight Voldemort, I will gather all the power of the Ministry of Magic, but this also requires your support."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to hand over Harry Potter."

As soon as these words came out, not only Dumbledore, but also Mike frowned.

But Scrimgeour obviously didn't care about this, and he continued:

"I also know something about that prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have the power to defeat Voldemort. So, I think you should..."

"Needless to say!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "I will not allow you to do those excessive things to that child! What's more, since you know the prophecy, you should know that taking over Voldemort's primary target of attack It will be that child! And you obviously have no ability to protect him, which can be seen from what happened tonight."

Dumbledore's words made Scrimgeour very angry, but Dumbledore's words also made sense. The most important thing was that Scrimgeour couldn't defeat Dumbledore.

So in full view of everyone, Scrimgeour nodded angrily and limped out of the Hall of Brains. Before leaving, he didn't even show interest in looking at Fudge!

Sighing, Dumbledore turned to look at Mike and said:

"You guys should go too, kids. Don't forget you have exams tomorrow."

"Got it." Mike said and took Arthur towards the exit, but halfway through, as if he thought of something, he suddenly turned his head and said, "Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was looking down to check Fudge's condition, raised his head and asked doubtfully:

"What's wrong?"

"Meet me at the old place tomorrow night. I have something very important to tell you."

Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while. Seeing that Mike was serious and not joking at all, he nodded and said:

"I know, you should go back early."

…

In the Prophecy Hall, the expressions of Harry, Hermione and other members of the army were not very good.

At this time, the originally neat and solemn Prophecy Hall had turned into ruins. The various prophecies and memories collected by the Ministry of Magic for thousands of years were almost all destroyed after this battle. Harry believed that if those silent people saw such a scene, It must be very sad.

But this is not the reason why they are depressed at this moment.

Harry turned his head worriedly and saw that in the ruins of the Prophecy Hall, the Los Santos wizarding force was confronting the Aurors.

Both sides took out their wands, and the tense atmosphere made Harry worried.

In a corner not far away, Benjamin and Franklin were talking to a middle-aged man who looked like a lion.

Both of them looked very anxious, and Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santos Wizarding Force was a legal organization, but it was obvious that the middle-aged man did not intend to ignore them.

"Catch them!"

The middle-aged man raised his arms and shouted, and then all the Aurors started to move. They quickly changed their formations, the light of the curse flickered on their wands, and the situation was about to get out of control.

Harry felt that he was in a terrible mood. He really couldn't figure out why these idiots in the Ministry of Magic were still planning to engage in internal strife at this time. Couldn't everyone work together to deal with Voldemort?

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Harry's frown finally relaxed, and he shouted excitedly:

"Mike! Arthur!"

As soon as these words came out, the Los Santos Wizarding Group and the Aurors all turned to look at the two figures. After confirming that the people coming were indeed Mike and Arthur, all the members of the Los Santos Wizarding Group immediately put down their hands. wand, and the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss when they saw this.

Just now in the Brain Hall, they saw with their own eyes these two men piercing Voldemort's chest with sharp swords. They had no intention of offending such a ruthless man.

In full view of everyone, Mike and Arthur walked up to Scrimgeour as if no one else was watching, ignoring Franklin's shouts of joy and looking at Scrimgeour expressionlessly.

At this time, Scrimgeour's face was terrifyingly dark. He gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he heard Mike say in a cold tone without any warmth:

"I suggest not to be impulsive, otherwise you will not be able to bear the consequences."

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's right," Mike said expressionlessly, "You can understand it that way."

After saying that, without even looking at Scrimgeour, Mike turned around and led everyone towards the army crowd again.

"Mike, you came at the perfect time! Those Aurors have been arresting all of us, and they also want to catch Harry. They must be..."

Listening to Franklin's long-winded words, Mike waved his hand impatiently, and then he shut his mouth.

At this time, Harry and others finally gathered around.

At this time, the faces of Harry and others were filled with excited smiles, even Black, who had been rescued, was no exception. Although his face was full of scars, his smile was uglier than crying.

"Hey Blake, are you okay."

"Me? What can happen to me? This little injury is nothing to me! Are you right? Harry!" Black put his arm around Harry's shoulders, but this action seemed to pull the wound, which hurt him. The smile on his face immediately turned into a deathly grinning cry of pain.

Everyone burst into laughter upon seeing this, except Harry who looked nervous and wanted to take off Black's clothes to help him check his injuries.

How could Blake dare to show his wounds to everyone in front of everyone? He waved his hands and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Blake could only look at Mike for help.

Shaking his head, Mike smiled and said:

"Stop it Harry, we have to go back. We have to take the exam soon."

As soon as these words came out, the laughter around them stopped abruptly. Things were too big tonight, which caused many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike brought it up again, everyone suddenly felt bad.

Hermione was the most anxious among them. She yelled and rushed out of the team, as if to urge Mike to send her back.

But when he saw Mike's combat uniform that had almost turned into a piece of charcoal, his expression immediately froze.

"Oh my god! Are you hurt?"

As she said this, she pulled up Mike's shirt just like Harry did just now.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Mike hurriedly pulled away Hermione's little hand, "It will be dawn soon, everyone go back quickly!"

After saying this, four house elves suddenly appeared around Mike. Under Mike's instruction, they rushed into the crowd and began to send the students back to Hogwarts.

Although reluctant, Harry and Hermione were sent back in the end.

It wasn't until all the students left that the smiles on Blake and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a look of solemnity.

"I heard that that person also showed up." Blake looked at Mike's almost completely scrapped combat uniform and said, "It's not easy."

Mike, who was directing the Los Santos wizards to retreat, was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he said calmly after being silent for a while:

"It will be even harder next time."

"You're right. But we have to keep fighting, right?"

"I know what you're worried about, Blake. Don't worry, I won't give up until I have to." Mike said expressionlessly, "Okay, it's almost time, we should leave."

After saying that, Mike pulled Blake to Shuke and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mike."

Before leaving, Blake said this.