"He's... running away?"

"I think so."

"So, did we win?"

"It should be true."

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 at Arthur.

"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword with an excited smile on his face, "Mc, don't worry at all. Voldemort looks like that. When we meet next time, we may not be sure who will kill whom!"

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

There were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, and at the forefront were the current Minister of Magic Fudge, and the current Director of the Aurors' Office, Sclinger.

At the critical moment just now, the countless golden chains were shot out by these Aurors, and it can be seen that these Aurors are not incompetent.

Faugi, who was calm and composed in the past, looked like a frustrated drunk at the moment. He sat on the ground in a mess, his suit and tie were crooked, and his feet were actually slippers. He saw that he had just arrived from home, which could be seen from his messy hairstyle.

The most important thing is that as the highest commander of the Ministry of Magic of Yingguo, Fuji was actually frightened at this moment, and was muttering something.

The appearance of the supreme leader obviously made the Aurors behind him feel uneasy. The serious discipline and quality of the past disappeared from them this time. At this time, they were whispering with grief.

Perhaps they felt that their volume was very light, but the combination of nearly a hundred people's voices turned the originally quiet brain hall into a noisy vegetable market.

If this were normal, Sclinger, the highest commander of Auror, would have come out to stop them long ago.

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

Mike took Arthur slowly towards the crowd, and finally heard Fudge's words clearly.

"Why? Why is he back?"

"How dare he do this?"

"This is over, this is over!"

"Merlin! Why do you do this!"

...

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

Now Fogg finally got out of his way to steal the bell and saw the truth, but this truth seemed to have exceeded his tolerance limit, so it became like this.

When Mike arrived, Sclinger, who was standing beside him, also raised his head.

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

However, at this time, Fuji, who was in a state of despair and weighed more than 200 kilograms, could not be pulled by him alone.

After several failures, he finally gave up this idea, turned around and found that the Aurors behind him had already become messy, and their faces suddenly turned dark.

"Stand for me!"

Sclinger's words made the Aurors silent all of a sudden. Seeing that Sclinger's face looked better, he glared at Mike, took a long breath and said:

"Go and capture the remaining Death Eaters for me, and I will give you the right to open fire and use the unforgivable spell!"

"As for orders! Sir!"

After a loud and neat shout, the Aurors dispersed from the brain hall, but looking at the lost expression on their faces, Mike was very suspicious that their fighting courage would be left.

At this time, Dumbledore, who was panting, finally came to Mike.

He reached out and patted Mike on the shoulder with a warm smile on his face and said:

“Good done.”

Mike didn't reply, and his expression turned darker.

He felt that Dumbledore was sarcastic about him, because the prophecy ball eventually fell into Voldemort's hands, although it was intentional by Mike.

"I'm serious, Mike." As if he noticed that Mike had misunderstood his meaning, Dumbledore continued, "If it were the case, I would have used the prophecy ball to exchange for Black. After all, compared to life, a small amount of information is not worth mentioning at all."

Mike nodded, but still said nothing.

Seeing this, Dumbledore stopped talking, but turned to look at Fuji, who was in a mess on the ground.

"Fogey?Fogey? Are you okay?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some spell. When Fuji, who had just lost his mind and ignored anyone, shivered after hearing his words, he shivered and woke up.

Fudge, who woke up, suddenly reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, and at the same time, large and crystal tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! He is back! That person is back!" Fudge whimpered, "Merlin! I should believe you earlier! What should I do now? Oh! By the way! Harry Potter! Go and find Harry Potter. Since he can defeat Voldemort once, he will definitely defeat him twice! Hurry! Hurry..."

"Calm down, Foggy." Dumbledore patted Foggy's hand helplessly to comfort him. "We cannot always rely on a child. When facing an enemy like Voldemort, we adults always have to work hard."

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Forge's body trembled violently, and at the same time he covered his ears and pretended that he had not heard the terrible name.

Sclinger on the side could no longer watch it. He looked at Foggy with contempt and said to Dumbledore:

"Dumbledore, you have seen the situation now. 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 were spoken, not only Dumbledore, but also Mike's brow frowned.

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

"I also know a little about that prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have hidden powers that can 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 that prophecy, you should be clear that Voldemort's primary target will be the child! And you obviously do not have the ability to protect him, which can be seen from what happened tonight."

Dumbledore's words made Sclinger very angry, but what Dumbledore said made sense. The most important thing is that Sclinger could not beat Dumbledore.

So in front of everyone, Sclinger nodded angrily and limped away from the brain hall. Before leaving, he even had the interest to look at Forge!

Sighing, Dumbledore turned to look at Mike and said:

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

"I know." Mike said, and took Arthur toward 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?"

"I have a very important thing to tell you when I'm waiting for me in an old place tomorrow night."

Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while, and saw that Mike looked serious and had no intention of joking, so he nodded:

"I understand, you guys go back early."

...

In the Hall of Prophecy, Harry and Hermione and other members of the Da Army did not look very good.

At this time, the originally neat and solemn hall of prophecy 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 those silent people would be very sad if they saw such a scene.

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

Harry turned his head worriedly and saw that in the ruins of the Prophecy Hall, the wizards of the Los Santo were fighting against the Aurors.

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

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

Both of them were very anxious. Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santos Wizards was a legal organization, but it was obvious that the middle-aged man did not intend to pay attention to them.

"Catch them!"

Just as the middle-aged man raised his arms and shouted, all the Aurors moved. They quickly changed their formations, and the light of the curse flashed on their wands, and the scene was about to lose control.

Harry felt that he was in a bad mood. He really couldn't figure out why at this time, these idiots from the Ministry of Magic still planned to engage in internal friction. Can't everyone work hard to deal with Voldemort?

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

"Mac! Arthur!"

As soon as this was said, the Los Santa Du Wizard Group and the Aurors turned their heads and looked at the two figures. After confirming that the visitor was indeed Mac and Arthur, all members of the Los Santa Du Wizard Group immediately put down their wands, and the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss when they saw this.

They just saw these two people piercing Voldemort's chest with their own eyes in the brain hall. They didn't plan to offend such a cruel person.

In front of everyone, Mac and Arthur walked to Sclinger as if no one was around, regardless of Franklin's joyful shouting, and looked at Sclinger expressionlessly.

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

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

"Are you threatening me?"

"Yes," Mike said expressionlessly, "you can understand that."

After saying that, Mike didn't even look at Sclinger, turned his head and led everyone back to the Dajun crowd.

"Mike, it's really time for you to come! Those Aurors have been arresting all of us since they want to catch Harry, they must be..."

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

At this time, Harry and others finally surrounded him.

At this time, Harry and others had excited smiles on their faces, and even Black was rescued. Although his face was covered with scars, he smiled even worse than crying.

"Hey, Black, are you okay?"

"Me? What can I do? This little injury is nothing to me! You're right? Harry!" Black hugged Harry's shoulder, but the action seemed to have pulled the wound. The smile on his face turned into death and grinned.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, only Harry looked nervous and wanted to take off Black's clothes to help him check his injuries.

In front of everyone, Black dared not tell her wounds to show everyone. She waved her hands and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Black could only look at Mike for help.

Shaking his head, Mike said with a smile:

"Stop making trouble Harry, we're going back, we'll take the exam later."

As soon as this said, the laughter and joy around him came to an abrupt end. Tonight's incident was too big, which led many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike asked again, everyone felt bad.

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

But when he saw the combat uniform that had almost turned into a piece of coke on Mike's body, the expression on his face immediately froze.

"Oh my God! Are you injured?"

She said, pulling Mike's top like Harry had just now.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Mike hurriedly pulled Hermione's little hand away, "It's going to dawn soon, everyone hurry up and go back!"

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

Although he was reluctant, Harry and Hermione were eventually sent back.

It was not until the students all left that the smiles that were originally hanging on Black and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a touch of solemnity.

"I heard that person appeared, too." Black said, looking at Mike's almost completely scrapped combat uniform, "It's not easy."

Mike, who was commanding the retreat of the wizards of Los Santa Capital, was stunned at first when he heard this, and was silent for a while before he said lightly:

“It will be even less easy next.”

"You're right. But we'll continue to fight, right?"

"I know what you are worried about, Black. Don't worry, I won't give up until I have no choice." Mike said expressionlessly, "Okay, the time is over, and we should leave too."

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

"Thank you, Mike."
Chapter completed!