Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 411 It’s finally over

"He...ran away?"

"I think so."

"So, we won?"

"That should be the case."

Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly. He picked up the two silver swords and threw the one belonging 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. He just nodded and turned his gaze towards the entrance of the big brain hall behind him.

There were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, 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 shows that these Aurors are not incompetent.

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

The most important thing is that as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic of England, Fudge at this moment had a look of fear on his face and was still mumbling something.

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

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

Under normal circumstances, Scrimgeour, as the highest commander of the Aurors, would have come out to stop them long ago.

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

Mike walked slowly towards the crowd with Arthur, and finally heard what Fudge said.

"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 a dull look in his eyes, Mike shook his head.

Now Fudge has finally come out of his state of covering his ears and stealing the bell and sees the truth, but this truth seems to have exceeded his tolerance limit, so he has become what he is now.

Seeing Mike coming, Scrimgeour 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 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 lift by himself.

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

"Stand still for me!"

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

"Go and capture those remaining Death Eaters for me. I will temporarily grant you unlimited firepower and the right to use the Unforgivable Curses!"

"Yes! Sir!"

After a loud and coordinated shout, the Aurors dispersed and left the brain hall, but looking at the lost looks on their faces, Mike doubted how much fighting courage they had left.

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

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

"well done."

Mike didn't reply, and the expression on his face darkened even more.

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

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

Mike nodded, but still said nothing.

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

"Fudge? Fudge? Are you okay?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some kind of spell. Fudge, who had been in a daze and ignored everyone just now, shuddered and came to his senses after hearing his words.

Fudge, who had regained consciousness, immediately reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, while large, 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 always have to make an effort."

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body began to tremble violently, and he covered his ears, pretending that he did not hear the terrible name.

Scrimgeour on the side could no longer bear to watch this. 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 strength 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."

After these words were spoken, not only Dumbledore, but also Mike frowned.

But Scrimgeour obviously didn't care about this. 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 be clear that Voldemort's first target of attack will be that child! And you obviously don't have the ability to protect him, as can be seen from what happened tonight." Dumbledore's words made Scrimgeour very angry, but Dumbledore's words made sense. The most important thing was that Scrimgeour could not 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 look at Mike and said:
"You guys should go too, kids. Don't forget you have an exam tomorrow."

"Got it." Mike said and led Arthur towards 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 happened?"

"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 was serious and not joking at all, he nodded and said:
"Got it, you guys 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 a ruin. All the 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 Unspoken People saw such a scene, they would be very sad.

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

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

Both sides drew 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, 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 pay attention to them.

"Catch them!"

As soon as the middle-aged man raised his arm and shouted, all the Aurors started moving. They quickly changed their formations, the light of spells flickered on their wands, and the situation was about to get out of control.

Harry felt terrible. He really couldn't understand why these idiots in the Ministry of Magic were still planning to engage in internal conflicts at this time. Couldn't everyone just work together 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 were spoken, the Los Santos Wizarding Corps and Aurors all turned their heads to look at the two figures. After confirming that the people coming were indeed Mike and Arthur, all members of the Los Santos Wizarding Corps immediately put down their wands, 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 didn't intend to offend such ruthless people.

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

At this moment, Scrimgeour's face was terribly 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 you don't act impulsively, otherwise the consequences will be something you can't afford."

"Are you threatening me?"

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

After saying this, Mike didn't even look at Scrimgeour. He turned around and led everyone back to the crowd of Da soldiers.

"Mike, you came at the perfect time! Those Aurors wanted to arrest all of us and also wanted to capture 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 gathered around.

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

"Hey, Blake, 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 shoulders, but this action seemed to pull the wound, and the smile on his face immediately turned into a 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 wound to everyone in public? He kept waving his hands and saying no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Blake could only look to 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 were spoken, the laughter and joy around them stopped abruptly. What happened tonight was too big a deal, which caused many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike brought it up again, everyone immediately felt uneasy.

Hermione was the most anxious among them. She screamed and rushed out of the team, as if urging Mike to take 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 spoke, she pulled on Mike's shirt just like Harry did just now.

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

After 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 eventually sent back.

It was not until all the students left that the smiles on Blake and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a solemn look.

"I heard that guy showed up too." 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 when he heard this. After a long silence, he said calmly:

“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 until it's absolutely necessary." Mike said expressionlessly, "Well, it's almost time, we should go."

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

"Thank you, Mike."

Blake said this before leaving.

(End of this chapter)