Chapter 411 is finally over

"He... ran away?"

"I think so."

"So, we won?"

"That should be the case."

Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly, and at the same time he picked up the two silver swords and threw the one that belonged to Arthur to him.

"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword with an excited smile on his face, "Mike, you don't have to worry at all. Voldemort looks just like that. We can't say who will kill whom when we meet next time!"

This time Mike did not answer Arthur's words, but just nodded and cast his eyes towards the entrance of the big brain hall behind him.

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

The countless golden chains at the critical moment just now were shot by these Aurors, which also shows that these Aurors are not incompetent.

Fudge, who was usually calm and composed, now looked like a frustrated drunkard. He was seen sitting on the ground in a mess, his suit and tie were crooked, and he was wearing slippers. It was obvious that he had just rushed over from home, which could be seen from his messy hair.

Most importantly, as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic of Ying Country, Fudge was terrified at the moment, and he was still mumbling something.

The appearance of the top leader obviously made the Aurors behind him uneasy. The strict discipline and quality of the past disappeared from them this time. At this time, they were whispering with sad faces.

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

If it were normal, Scrimgeour, as the highest official of the Aurors, would have come out to stop them long ago.

But this time Scrimgeour said nothing, just stood there with his head down.

Mike walked slowly towards the crowd with Arthur, and finally heard Fudge's words.

"Why? Why did he come back again?"

"How dare he do this?"

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

"Merlin! Why did you do this!"

...

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

Now Fudge finally got out of the state of covering his ears and stealing the bell and saw the truth, but this truth seemed to have exceeded his tolerance limit, so he became like this now.

Seeing Mike coming, Scrimgeour on the side also raised his head.

He seemed to not want Mike to see this embarrassing scene of his minister, and stepped forward to grab Fudge's hand and tried to pull him up.

However, Fudge, who was in a state of disarray and weighed more than 200 kilograms, was not something he could pull up by himself.

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

"Stand still!"

Scrimgeour's words silenced the Aurors. 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 firepower and the right to use the Unforgivable Curse!"

"Yes, sir!"

After a loud and orderly shout, the Aurors dispersed and left the Cerebral Hall. But looking at the lost look on their faces, Mike doubted how much of their fighting courage they had left.

At this time, Dumbledore, who was out of breath, finally came to Mike.

He reached out and patted Mike's shoulder, with a warm smile on his face, and said,

"Well done."

Mike did not reply, and his expression became darker.

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

"I'm serious, Mike." As if he realized that Mike had misunderstood his meaning, Dumbledore continued, "If I were in that situation, I would also trade the prophecy ball for Black. After all, compared with life, a small piece of information is not worth mentioning at all."

Mike nodded, but still did not speak.

Seeing this, Dumbledore did not say anything more, but turned to look at Fudge who was in a miserable state on the ground.

"Fudge? Fudge? Are you okay?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some kind of spell. Fudge, who was in a daze and ignored everyone just now, 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, big drops of crystal tears kept falling 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! That's right! Harry Potter! Go find Harry Potter quickly. Since he can defeat Voldemort once, he can definitely defeat him twice! Quick! Quick..."

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

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body began to tremble violently. At the same time, he covered his ears, pretending that he didn't hear the terrible name. Scrimgeour on the side couldn't stand     it

any longer. He looked at Fudge with disdain and 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 I also need 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 these. He continued,     "I also know something about the prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have the power to defeat Voldemort. So, I think you should..."

"No need to say more!" Dumbledore said seriously, "I will not allow you to do those excessive things to that child! Moreover, since you know the prophecy, you should know that Voldemort's first target will be that child! And you obviously don't have the 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 is that Scrimgeour can't beat Dumbledore.

So in full view of everyone, Scrimgeour nodded angrily and limped out of the Big Brain Hall. Before leaving, he didn't even have the interest to look at Fudge!

Sighing, Dumbledore turned to Mike and said,

"You guys go too, kid. Don't forget you have an exam tomorrow."

"Got it." Mike said as he led Arthur to the exit, but halfway through, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly turned his head and said, "Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was looking down at Fudge's condition, raised his head and asked in confusion,

"What's wrong?"

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

Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while, and seeing that Mike looked serious and didn't mean to joke at all, he nodded and said,

"Got it, you guys go back early."

...

In the Prophecy Hall, Harry, Hermione and other members of the Da Army all looked unhappy.

At this time, the originally neat and solemn Prophecy Hall had become a ruin. 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 the silent people saw such a scene, they would be very sad.

But this was not the reason why they were in a low mood at this moment.

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

Both sides took out their wands, and the tense atmosphere on the scene made Harry very 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. Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santos Wizarding Corps was a legal organization, but it was obvious that the middle-aged man did not intend to pay attention to them.

"Catch them!"

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

Harry felt that he was in a terrible mood. He really couldn't understand why these idiots in the Ministry of Magic were still planning to fight internal friction at this time. Can't everyone cooperate well to deal with Voldemort?

Just when the situation 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 Wizards and Aurors all turned their heads to look at the two figures. After confirming that the people coming were indeed Mike and Arthur, all the members of the Los Santos Wizards immediately put down their wands, and the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss.

Just now in the brain hall, they saw these two people piercing Voldemort's chest with a sword. They didn't intend to offend such a ruthless person.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Mike and Arthur walked in front of Scrimgeour as if no one was around, ignoring Franklin's joyful shouts, and looked at Scrimgeour expressionlessly.

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

"I suggest not to be impulsive, otherwise the consequences are not something you can afford."

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes," Mike said expressionlessly, "You can understand it that way."

After that, Mike didn't even look at Scrimgeour, turned around and led everyone back to the crowd of Da army.

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

Listening to Franklin's nagging words, Mike waved his hand impatiently, which made him shut up.

At this time, Harry and others finally surrounded them.

At this time, Harry and others had excited smiles on their faces, and even Black, who was rescued, was no exception, although because of the scars on his face, his smile was uglier than crying.

"Hey, Black, are you okay?"

"Me? What can happen to me? This little injury is nothing to me! Don't you think so, Harry?" Black hugged Harry's shoulder, but this action seemed to pull the wound, and the smile on his face immediately turned into a scream of pain.

Seeing this, everyone laughed, only Harry was nervous and wanted to take off Black's clothes to help him check the injury.

In the public eye, how could Black dare to show his wound to everyone? He waved his hands repeatedly and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Black 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 later."

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

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

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

"Oh my God! Are you hurt?"

She said, pulling Mike's shirt just like Harry did just now.

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

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

Although they were very reluctant, Harry and Hermione were finally sent back.

After all the students left, the smiles on Blake and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a solemn look.

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

Mike, who was directing the retreat of the Los Santos wizards, was stunned at first. After a long silence, he said lightly,

"It will be even more difficult next time."

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

"I know what you're worried about, Blake. Don't worry, I won't give up unless it's absolutely necessary." Mike said expressionlessly, "Well, it's almost time, we should go too."

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

"Thank you, Mike."

Blake said before leaving.