There were still traces of the battle at the edge of Hogsmeade village, and Voldemort spent some time reminiscing.

Although he escaped last time, he had fought two of the world's top wizards, and the threat assessment of Voldemort by the Ministry of Magic of various countries rose sharply.

With the headmaster of Ilvermorny School in the United States as a precedent, no one dared to underestimate this evil force entrenched in Britain, and the decisive battle half a century ago was repeatedly mentioned. Many newspapers have openly called him the "Second Generation Dark Lord".

Voldemort was walking on the streets of Hogsmeade at this moment, looking for his target.

He wanted to find a place, not the sticky Lovers Tea House, nor the Owl Post Office full of bird droppings and noise. He saw the Three Broomsticks in the distance, and weighed it in his heart, and then he saw a deep alley. The

long-lost memory was touched, and he walked in with a little sadness and stopped at the door of a small bar.

Everything here seemed the same - the tattered wooden sign, the rusty bracket, the wooden sign and the bracket swayed when the wind blew. The rude call for drinks floated out through the bay window covered with thick dirt.

"Hey!"

Voldemort pushed the door and walked into the Hog's Head, bringing in the cold wind of the early February night. The scene in front of him was even more familiar to him: a dozen hidden guests were sitting in the bar, wearing veils and hoods, as if this was the latest trend.

Just a quick look, he judged that at least three tables of guests were engaged in illegal transactions.

The waiter at the bar was pushing a glass of blue-flaming wine to the hooded guy, and then the waiter - Aberforth continued to wipe the empty glass, while casually looking up, his movement suddenly froze.

The sound of the glass breaking attracted the attention of other guests, they looked at Aberforth, and then turned their vigilant eyes to Voldemort.

"Hiss~"

A terrible gasp. The temperature in this dirty, small, dimly lit room seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"God, You-Know-Who!" A wizard by the fireplace shouted.

He was wrapped in bloody bandages, and it was difficult for him to be welcomed by the Three Broomsticks not far away. However, he could appear in the Hog's Head Inn with a swagger, which was why this small bar could survive.

The wizard stood up in a panic, and because of excessive force, he knocked over the table in front of him. He took out his wand - not to attack - but to prepare to Apparate.

Then a green light flashed, and he fell straight down, with a pair of round eyes showing his unrest before death.

Voldemort held the wand lazily and saluted, "I plan to entertain a guest, so everyone, I hope you can help me."

For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to freeze.

The thin wizard with dark circles under his eyes, who looked like a vampire, screamed: "He wants to kill everyone!" Voldemort's eyes moved slowly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his wand, and the strange guests in the Hog's Head Inn fell like wheat -

the resistance began, and the massacre began.

Another person tried to Apparate, but was strangled to death by a shadow in the dark. The faint light brought by the desperate cries and spells through the air was confined in this dim bar, and no one could escape.

In less than a minute, there were only three people left in the room.

Aberforth summoned the Patronus, and he wanted to pass on the news of Voldemort's arrival. The physical goat Patronus passed through the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. After the killing, Voldemort calmed down and stared at the face that looked like Dumbledore.

If it was just a similar appearance, he would not care at all and killed it easily, but Aberforth was not weak, but far exceeded the level of ordinary wizards. His will to resist was also extremely tenacious, which brought some trouble to Voldemort-insignificant, but enough for him to look at it differently.

For Voldemort, who was obsessed with the power of blood, the powerful strength and the resemblance to Dumbledore made him connect Aberforth with Dumbledore. He stared at Aberforth's bright blue eyes that were spurting out anger under his dirty glasses, and his wisps of gray hair and beard that looked like wire. The more he looked at them, the more they looked alike.

The failed job search experience decades ago came to his mind:

he was ambitious and ready to spread his influence to the entire wizarding world. He chose the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts as his springboard, but his plan died before it even started. Dumbledore ruthlessly rejected him and pointed out the embarrassing fact that his servant was staying in the Hog's Head Inn.

He remembered that Dumbledore personally admitted that he had a good relationship with the local bartender...

"I see." Voldemort smiled, with an evil expression on his face. He waved his arms twice, and two more wizards fell down, leaving Aberforth alone. Aberforth's

face was solemn. He knew he couldn't escape. He had hope before, but he insisted on fighting. It turned out that this was a wrong choice. He was no match for him. Now he was alone, and it was as difficult as climbing to the sky to Apparate in front of Voldemort.

"Who are you to Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked softly.

"Pah!" Aberforth spat on the ground, mixing with the winding blood. He raised his wand.

The battle was over quickly.

Although all the evidence showed that Aberforth had put up a stubborn resistance, and although half of the wall of the Hog's Head Inn had become a ruin, Voldemort still won easily. He slowly swung the snakewood staff, and several snake-like ropes sprang out from the tip of the staff, trapping Aberforth tightly.

He was hung upside down on the crumbling ceiling.

Voldemort was very satisfied. He walked to Aberforth, watching him struggle, and leisurely took a bottle of wine and a glass from the bar shelf. However, both the bottle and the glass were too dirty. He threw them away in disgust and asked in a voice close to a whisper: "Can you tell me now? Who are you to Dumbledore? Relative, or...brother?"

"You...sheep shit...scum..." Aberforth spat out a few scattered words from his bleeding mouth, which did not sound good.

"You have to learn to respect the strong. Has no one taught you? Or are you illiterate?" Voldemort said, and he waved his hand. The snake-like rope tightly clamped Aberforth's neck. He said calmly, "Crucio..." A

suppressed scream sounded.

"I hope you can hold on until Dumbledore comes to save you."

Compared with the tragedy in the Hog's Head Inn, the Sword Castle in Diagon Alley was like a blazing sword, attracting everyone's attention. The sharp sword blade pointed straight up, rolling up thick black smoke. In the darkness, a dozen black-robed wizards continued to add fuel to the fire, and the building debris that fell off from the Sword Castle smashed the ground into burning pits.

The strikers stationed in Diagon Alley fought fiercely with the black-robed wizards.

"Damn it, they actually used Fiendfyre! Do they want to completely destroy this place?" A striker hiding behind the window of Ollivander suddenly stretched out his arm and threw a few spells, knocking down an adventurous enemy.

But Holt's heart kept falling. He didn't know what happened in the Ministry, but five minutes had passed since the distress signal was sent, and the support from the Ministry had not arrived yet. At present, there were only two emergency teams in Diagon Alley, which was enough for daily patrols, but in the face of sudden attacks, these few people seemed to be stretched. It

wasn't long before they had to give up guarding the public fireplace in Diagon Alley and fight on their own in the streets and alleys.

With a few loud noises, Holt knew that the fireplace with a long history was blown to pieces. There would be no support in the short term.

He panted and looked at the Sword Castle in the distance. The magical building seemed to be crumbling. He hoped that there wouldn't be too many people inside. Maybe they had already Apparated away. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes and suspected that his eyes were blurry.

A man appeared silently at the entrance of the Sword Castle, looking up at the blazing torch.

With the help of the flickering firelight, Holt saw the man's profile, short black hair, blue eyes, and tall and thin. Holt wanted to shout, but he was too far away. Then he saw a shocking scene. The surrounding fierce fire spontaneously gathered in the man's hand and condensed into the shape of a long sword. With a flash of fire, a dark wizard standing not far away was pierced through the chest by the flaming long sword. The next second, a large amount of fire burst out from the dark wizard's body, and burned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Holt seemed to be nailed to the spot and unable to move. At this time, a spell came from the corner, but it missed and hit the glass of the window, cutting off half of the metal fence neatly. He quickly shrank his head and squatted, throwing a few spells randomly, he knew he must have missed the man.

"Boy, come in! Quick!" A voice said from above his head. Holt looked up and saw Ollivander with white hair waving at him through the window.

Holt almost dropped his jaw in shock. Didn't the old man go abroad for vacation? He rolled and crawled into the house, and the door slammed shut. He asked anxiously, "Are you really Mr. Ollivander?"

"Absolutely genuine." Ollivander said, hiding behind a pile of old boxes, while observing the movements outside.

"But you are not--"

"That's fake news, a lie. I have been hiding in the basement of the store," Ollivander muttered, "I have to do this. There have been many wand makers who have suffered for a while. I don't want to disappear inexplicably like Gregorovitch... There are only a few of you in the Ministry of Magic? How come there are not as many as the Death Eaters?"

"There are only two teams in Diagon Alley now, and the fireplace has been destroyed." Holt explained, "But there is a turning point."

"Why didn't I see it?" Ollivander whispered.

The shouting outside suddenly weakened. Felix glanced into the hall. Although it was a mess inside, there were no bodies. Remus and a dozen staff members were protected by a group of tall and burly magic guards, fighting more than 20 dark wizards. The

surface of these large puppets was rippling with light like water waves, and ordinary spells had no effect on them. Rather than saying that they were evenly matched, it would be better to say that Remus and his team held the group back.

What's more, these employees were fully armed with a full set of anti-spell products.

Felix turned around and appeared in the sky, spread out the Book of Magic Runes, and struck down with black lightning. In just a few seconds, the enemies outside the Sword Castle were cleared out. He walked into the hall of the Sword Castle, where there was still a fierce battle. The group of dark wizards did not notice Felix's arrival, or rather - the people guarding outside did not have time to notify him.

"Can we retreat now?" a dark wizard shouted, "We can't get in! Those stone lumps are too strong, harder than metal!"

"No! We must wait for that person to come." Another person said, his status was obviously higher, and he seemed to be the leader.

Felix also noticed this person, and quickly found the corresponding name on the list of Death Eaters, "Lestrange..." It was a member of the Lestrange family. "Are you waiting for me?" He walked towards the battlefield, his fingers cut through the air, and black smoke billowed out.

"It's Felix Hep! He's coming, hurry up!"

Someone shouted, and they all Apparated, but it was too late. Felix failed to find Bellatrix Lestrange among these people. He was a little disappointed, but this was not in the plan. Voldemort had not been forced into a corner, and there was no greater temptation to force him to separate from his only Horcrux.

He waved his hand again, and the hall was covered with silver light. In the blink of an eye, they seemed to be taken to a completely unfamiliar place. Before they could react, the overwhelming golden flames filled this special space.

They were burned to ashes in the mind space.

In reality, the dark wizards' eyes were blank, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes rolled up involuntarily. Penelope took the opportunity to knock out two people before noticing the abnormality.

"What is this?"

Clemmy pointed at Felix, and Penelope suddenly realized and showed a surprised expression. She stared at these dark wizards, who had already escaped from the special state, "Quick--" one of them shouted, "Run" before they finished the word, their bodies became stiff again, as if they were hit hard on the back of their heads by an invisible hammer.

The other people in the Sword Castle stopped one after another, and those dark wizards staggered a few steps and fell down in unison.

Felix found the 'Lestrange', squatted down and turned his eyes open, staring into each other's eyes, and the 'Lestrange's' eyes magically turned silver-gray. After a while, Felix stood up.

He waved his wand, and the Fiendish Fire that was constantly burning inside and outside the Sword Castle gathered towards him. The tip of the wand seemed to hide a black hole with infinite suction. The Fiendish Fire that had transformed into various animal forms and was entrenched on the building were torn and deformed, and finally all gathered together and turned into a small ball.

Felix gently took it off and held it in his hand, just like holding a slightly warm glass ball.

"Felix." Lupin walked over, "These people..."

"Lock them up first. The Ministry of Magic doesn't have time to send someone to take them in. What happened here? Were there any casualties?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"There were no casualties." Lupin panted, looking at the people lying on the ground in the distance, he couldn't help but smile, "The attack happened after work, and most people went back. I gathered the remaining people together and avoided the first wave of attacks. Then I activated the puppet guards and asked those employees who were not good at fighting to leave from the fireplace, so it took some time. The remaining people who volunteered to stay and defend the company followed the puppet guards to the hall and ran into these people."

"To be honest, the strength of the enemy..." He frowned, "is not the same as I remembered. It seems like they were gathered together at the last minute, with only a few good players. In fact, we could have fought more aggressively, but I didn't. Penelope and the others are not warriors."

"You are right," Felix nodded, "Voldemort's power is not enough to fight against Hogwarts, Futureworld and the Ministry of Magic at the same time. I roughly looked through their memories. These people are composed of several Death Eaters and the dark wizards they have recruited and threatened. Their mission is to create as much chaos as possible. I guess the Ministry of Magic is in a similar situation."

"If that's the case, there will be fewer casualties." Lupin analyzed, "How is the school?"

"Well, everything was peaceful when I came here. Now, it's hard to say..."

"Go back quickly! I can handle this. I promise that everything will be restored to its original state when you come back." Lupin said quickly.

Felix smiled lightly and took a step forward. The scene in front of him changed rapidly-

Hogwarts, Frank and Alice, disguised as students, holding the Marauder's Map, staring at the name of 'Avery' on it, and suddenly a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the spiral staircase. The two looked at each other and lowered their heads to look at the extra student names on the map.

After getting the brooms, the students dispersed to the various entrances of the school. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, as well as some others, rushed to the castle gate and were surprised to find that the door had been locked. Filch was guarding the

door. "According to the order of Vice Principal McGonagall, all students cannot step out of the castle." Filch said with a straight face.

"Oh, don't be like that," Hermione said, "We want to help and we can help. The professor is behind the door, right? Filch, sir, we can't let them fight alone. Their opponents are the Inferi, Dementors, werewolves, vampires, or something else..."

"He won't get out of the way," Fred said angrily, "Why don't I give him a-"

But Filch thought about it and really got out of the way.

"Thank you, Mr. Filch." Hermione said gratefully. She took out her wand and pointed. The door opened silently. The voices of the professors chanting spells could be heard from afar. "They should be on the stone steps, yes, that's it!" They

walked out of the oak door one by one. Filch grabbed Mafalda with his hand. She looked confused and didn't know why she was here. Same as Luna next to her. "You can't go! You're too young..." Filch said with bulging eyes. He stared at Mafalda and said hesitantly, "You, you're a freshman? What's your name?"

Mafalda turned to look at Luna and pointed, "I don't know, ask her!"

"What's going on?" Ron came over angrily. He had just sat on the broom, but something unexpected happened. When he saw Mafalda, he took a breath, "Why are you here?"

Filch and Mafalda looked at Luna. Ron turned his head stiffly, praying that he would not hear an outrageous answer. Luna said happily, "Didn't I say hello to you before? I was there-" "

You found Mafalda behind that door?" Ron said in a lost voice. He remembered what happened earlier when Luna tried to open a door.

"Yeah, I saw her and Umbridge go in, and after a while she was the only one coming out, and she locked the door from the outside. I thought it was strange, so I knocked on the door, but there was no response from inside, and then I found out it wasn't Umbridge..." Luna spread her hands. "

You idiot, Luna, it's obvious that Umbridge used Polyjuice Potion!" Ron yelled at her.

"Don't yell at her!" Mafalda yelled.

"Don't make trouble!" Ron yelled back.

He stuffed Mafalda into Filch's hands roughly, like a piece of rag, "Um... Excuse me, ahem, help keep an eye on her, don't let her run away."

"Ron!" someone shouted in the distance.

"Oh, no, I have to go support Harry." Ron said, trotting to the platform outside the gate, and riding on the broom with the twins and Neville.

At this moment, another voice sounded behind them——

"Wait!" Alice ran over breathlessly, "You——shouldn't——go out——it's too dangerous outside——"

"Is it over yet? Who is this——" Fred said angrily, looking like he wanted to hit someone. Hermione was shocked when she saw Alice's face, and pulled his sleeve hard, almost pulling him off the broom, "Ouch! Hermione, what are you doing?" "She's Neville's mother..." Hermione whispered, and Fred was shocked.

"Does Neville know?" Fred asked in a low voice, and George tried to eavesdrop, but was pushed back by him. Hermione shook her head.

Alice Longbottom stared at Neville: "You are still young——"

"Not young anymore." Neville said, he looked eagerly into the distance, and seven or eight minutes had passed since Harry left. He said stiffly: "You can choose to stay in the castle. I choose to support Harry. This is normal."

"No, what I mean is that they will be fine. You just need to stay in the castle. The adults will take care of everything. Children--" Alice said anxiously. She took Neville's hand, "Think about your parents!" "

I'm sorry," Neville said, "They will be proud of me." He took a deep look at Alice, kicked his feet hard, and flew high into the sky.

Fred on the side gave a thumbs up. He, George and Ron flew towards Hagrid's hut.