novelcrest Chapter 611 The Ministry of Magic is About to Fall
Chapter 611 The Ministry of Magic is About to Fall
Chapter 607 The Ministry of Magic is About to Fall
"At 4:52 PM today, Voldemort led his army in a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic."
"The battle was extremely fierce. In just over ten minutes, hundreds of Death Eaters swiftly broke through the Ministry of Magic's supposedly impregnable defenses, which cost hundreds of thousands of Galleons to build."
"According to a knowledgeable red-haired eyewitness"
"This line of defense was opened from the inside."
"Although the Auror elite forces are giving it their all, they are simply no match for the Death Eaters' fierce offensive, caught off guard. The situation is getting out of control. Wizards in London are advised to seek refuge as soon as possible!"
"etc----!"
"Just now, news came one..."
"It wasn't just the Ministry of Magic; most wizarding communities across Britain were attacked by dark wizards."
"Rita Skeeter, a reporter for The Daily Prophet, is on the front lines bringing you the latest news."
The Ministry of Magic, ravaged by war, reeks of blood.
"Give it your all!"
"Whoever catches Fudge will be appointed Vice Minister of Magic!"
The Death Eaters' excited howls echoed deafeningly in the hall.
A Death Eater dressed in black robes, his face concealed, brandished his wand. Instantly, a powerful black magic shot from his hand, striking a Ministry of Magic guard who attempted to retaliate.
The guard let out a scream and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the battlefield was completely divided into two major areas.
Voldemort's Death Eaters have already taken over most of the Ministry of Magic's front hall.
A small group of wizards are still fighting as guerrillas.
Most wizards set up barriers at the elevator entrance.
It was to cover the rear.
This gives the remaining Ministry of Magic wizards time to transfer the documents.
Soon, the guerrilla wizards also retreated into the barrier.
The wizards upstairs sent a message down via the elevator: the Floo Network connecting the Ministry of Magic to the outside world had been cut off, and spells such as Apparition were no longer usable. After an hour of fighting, the foyer had completely fallen, and the entire Ministry of Magic had become an isolated island.
The Aurors, led by Bertha Joggins, the Auror Office Director, stood before the barrier, their faces ashen.
"Maintain your magical output. This barrier is the last line of defense, behind which are our comrades. We must not allow the Death Eaters to break through this line of defense. Once they do, the entire British wizarding world will be doomed." She didn't finish her sentence.
The answer is obvious.
Fudge and other high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic are stuck here, without even the chance to form an exiled magical government like some friendly nations.
Once the stronghold is lost, and everyone is wiped out, it will all be over.
But everyone knows—
If no unforeseen circumstances occur, the loss of the city is only a matter of time.
In the best-case scenario, it would only last another three hours; in the worst-case scenario, it would be like the Ministry of Magic's most stubborn defensive barrier not long ago.
It was opened from the inside.
The existence of a mole within the Ministry of Magic has become a common understanding among everyone.
But nobody said anything.
The situation is already so critical; finding an inside mole would only make matters worse.
But this idea is a thorn in everyone's side, causing their expectations for the future to become increasingly pessimistic.
"Will we survive?"
An uncontrollable fear flickered in the eyes of an Auror.
He was a young man who had only been a member of the Auror for a few days when he encountered such a major event.
He also did not personally experience the first magical war.
All our knowledge comes from the Ministry of Magic's propaganda:
According to the Ministry of Magic's pamphlet, Death Eaters are extremely vicious; when they capture ordinary wizards, they will use the Unforgivable Curse to slowly torture their bodies, making them wish they were dead.
He's still young and doesn't want to die.
I don't want to live a life worse than death.
My body trembled uncontrollably at the thought of what I was about to experience in the next few hours.
"If you can survive, everyone can survive."
Bertha calmed everyone down.
"As long as we hold on, we will surely be victorious when reinforcements arrive."
"But when will the reinforcements arrive?"
This soft murmur once again plunged the room into silence.
Yes.
Half an hour is enough time for a top wizard to sip red tea and circle the British Isles three times.
If it hasn't arrived after such a long time, then things might change—
"Where is Albus Dumbledore?"
"Where is Director Phillips?"
"Professor Dumbledore and Director Phillips are so powerful, they'll definitely come, won't they?"
These two names made everyone's eyes light up once again.
But then silence fell again—everyone had just witnessed Voldemort's power, and everyone was having the same question in their minds: could two people really defeat such a powerful Dark Lord?
Admittedly, Phillips is far away at Hogwarts in Scotland.
Dumbledore was in England, but no one knew where he was. There hadn't been any "witnesses" in the newspapers for a long time saying they had seen Professor Dumbledore somewhere.
"They will definitely come, and things will definitely get better."
Looking at the pairs of eyes focused on her, Bertha said, word by word, "This is not a fantasy, but a notification."
Bertha spoke with great conviction, but the barrier still broke half an hour later.
The three hours was a lie they told us.
If one's abilities haven't reached a certain level, their perspective will be limited, and their reasoning will differ significantly.
Moreover, the One Eaters seemed to be on steroids.
Before the barrier shattered, Bertha prepared to lead the remaining forces of the Auror Office to the second floor where the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was located, where everyone from the Ministry of Magic was concentrated.
At this point, it would be foolish to disperse our forces.
Even though Fudge doesn't understand anything, he still knows about "how to improve the survival rate".
The reason the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was chosen was simply because it was large enough to accommodate everyone.
Seeing the elevator shake slightly, the people who had been praying silently with their heads down all looked up.
Was Voldemort defeated?
Bertha led the Aurors out from there.
Seeing their dejected appearances, everyone's heart sank.
As expected, "The barrier around the Ministry of Magic's hall has been breached. We did our best."
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