The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 565 The Battle of the Mysterious Affairs Department (Part 1)

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Bang!"

A crystal ball exploded in front of Loila, and she hurriedly bent over, dodging back and forth between the huge overpasses.

No way—Voldemort, are you insane? This is the Ministry of Magic—are there any Aurors here?

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Buzz!"

Another ghastly green curse flashed past Loila's face. She hastily took a few steps back and hid behind the shelf. She dared not show her head even a little bit now, for if she did, she would be attacked by the Killing Curse.

If all else fails, why don't we just rush out and give the clone away?

Loila even had this thought in her mind, because it now seemed that her chances of getting the crown were close to zero. Facing Voldemort with his wand in hand, even if Dumbledore came, she wouldn't be able to fight him with her bare hands, right?

But Roy didn't want to be defeated by Voldemort so easily—he had a feeling that if Voldemort felt he had won, he would brag about it endlessly when they met again.

Therefore, Loila ultimately suppressed her urge to rush out and instead carefully crouched and walked behind the various huge shelves, searching to see if she could find any useful magic array items.

However, Loila wasn't the only one feeling down in the Department of Mysteries at this moment. Voldemort was also feeling a bit strange, and he frowned as he looked at Loila, who was hiding behind the shelves and not showing herself.

What's wrong with this guy? — Doesn't he usually really like direct combat?

Why have they become so cautious now? It's not even cautious, you could say they're a bit timid—they're not even willing to fight back, they're just hiding there without even showing their heads.

This gave Voldemort a feeling of having power nowhere to use it—he gripped his wand and stared into the darkness, his anger growing ever stronger.

"You're not waiting for reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic, are you, Hamilton?" After a few seconds of waiting without Loira appearing, Voldemort said impatiently in a cold voice, "They're not coming."

"It's just you and me here."

Of course I know!

Loila had also given up hope of receiving support from the Ministry of Magic. If someone were really coming, they would have arrived long ago. How much time had passed since then? — The explosions and collapsing shelves must have made a commotion that Fudge's office could hear.

He hasn't made a single move lately—that must be because they're now completely in cahoots.

Loila took a deep breath and took a few more steps deeper into the area. Then she raised her head slightly and looked around. In front of her was a row of strange things, which could not be called magic arrays, but could be called magical props.

Normally, Royla wouldn't even bother looking at these overly frivolous magical gadgets, but now—this was actually her only means of retaliation against Voldemort.

Thinking this, Loila grabbed a few magical items from the shelf and crouched down behind it.

It was this action that caught Voldemort's attention, but this time Voldemort did not rush to make a move. Instead, he pursed his lips, lowered his pace, and quietly walked towards that spot.

Hamilton — I don't know what you're hiding, but the game of hide-and-seek is over —

Thinking this, Voldemort raised his wand and aimed it at the crack: "Boom!"

Before he could finish his incantation, something that looked like a firework tube suddenly emerged from a gap in the shelf.

"Um?"

Voldemort paused for a moment, then the thing flashed, and a ball of flame shot out from it, accompanied by an explosion and a sharp crackling sound.

Did Voldemort instinctively raise his wand to block, then take a few steps back and finally retaliate, Hamilton?

But what kind of curse is that?

Voldemort looked at the place in front of him that was engulfed by flames and inexplicable explosions, and was a little confused for a moment.

He had never heard of this curse before—could it be some kind of self-created curse?

But why does this curse look so much like fireworks?

Before Voldemort could think further, another long tube emerged from behind the shelf, emitting another sharp, explosive sound that echoed throughout the entire Department of Mysteries. Along with the explosion, fireworks with trailing flames flew everywhere.

What is this thing?!

Voldemort flicked his wand, sending the flames flying to the side, but even so, a few sparks still managed to get through the gaps and land on his robes. He had to shake his robes off the flames.

Even Voldemort, who had absolutely no interest in such things, realized that this was not a spell at all; it was just fireworks used by ordinary people!

These aren't ordinary fireworks! Looking at Voldemort's somewhat exasperated expression, Loila couldn't help but remind herself that these fireworks were probably non-compliant products that had been confiscated by the Ministry of Magic and left to pile up here unattended.

So strictly speaking, these fireworks are either dangerous items with excessive power or defective products of varying quality—but in any case, they are definitely not for ordinary people.

Thinking this, Loila took out several more tubes and aimed them at Voldemort, then pulled on the ropes of their tails one after another.

These firework tubes, like tiny cannons, began to unleash a barrage of fire at Voldemort.

Although it didn't cause any harm, it was extremely insulting.

Voldemort was disturbed by the ear-piercing and flashy fireworks. He gripped his wand tightly and flicked it, knocking down the entire "fortress" in front of Royla.

Loila quickly ran and crawled into the next elevated platform. The elevated platforms of the Department of Mysteries were like a maze, and each platform had countless "weapons".

Loila moved through them like a little squirrel, digging out the "food" stored inside.

"Bang!"

"Whoosh!"

The Department of Mysteries was incredibly lively. If an outsider heard it, they might think it was Chinese New Year or Christmas. This kind of excitement was something even Hogsmeade might not have.

"Buzz!"

Voldemort stepped on something, which immediately emitted a dazzling display of fireworks, forcing him to quickly retreat a few steps before knocking the trap fireworks away with his wand.

He glared angrily at his robes, which were riddled with burn holes, and gripped his wand tighter and tighter.

Damn Hamilton—Voldemort was furious at this battle, which felt like a toy or a prank, compared to their previous wand-wielding fights.

He abruptly raised his wand and said, "That's enough, Hamilton."

"You despicable, rat-like creature!"

No, you're clearly the villain! How did I become some despicable rat or something?

Loila peeked out and saw Voldemort raise his wand high, a ball of ghastly green flames shooting out from the tip and then raging outwards.

No, Voldemort, you're really going too far this time!

This is the Ministry of Magic! Aren't you afraid of burning the entire Ministry of Magic down if you set Fiery Enderman on fire?

The raging flames spread outwards like a tidal wave, burning the tall shelves and everything on them to ashes, and the increasingly intense flames also rushed towards Loila.

Now that Loila has neither a wand nor a magic circle, it seems there's only one way out in the face of this flame.

That is to face death calmly — although what was burned was a copy of Umbridge, Royla was still a little worried that being burned would hurt — if it really didn't work, she would disconnect herself first.

"This won't hurt—" As the flames surged toward her, Loila was lost in thought and preparing to disconnect the control when she suddenly heard a loud phoenix cry.

Then a ball of flame exploded in front of her, and a figure slowly emerged from it.

A tall figure with a gray beard, wearing a dark blue robe.

Deng—Deng Deng Deng Deng Bulido?!

Why is your entrance so cool?!

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