novelcrest Chapter 616 The Grand Finale
Chapter 616 The Grand Finale
Chapter 612 The Grand Finale (The End)
Instead of the teleprompter, I met a man.
A man who is like a divine warrior.
"That's enough!"
A clear voice rang out in the chaotic battlefield, like a sharp arrow piercing the darkness.
The entire battlefield, in a frantic struggle, simultaneously went silent.
They were like puppets whose heads had been forcibly turned by an invisible giant hand, hundreds of astonished, bewildered, and relieved gazes all turned towards the same direction: the entrance to the camp.
There, a figure stood silently.
"Professor Phillips!"
"It's Professor Phillips! He's here!"
Dumbledore couldn't defeat Voldemort, but if you add Professor Phillips...
It must be possible!
"Phillips, are you here to die too?"
"Voldemort, today is your death day."
"Stop talking big, let's see what you've got!"
"Professor Dumbledore, please step back a little to avoid getting hurt."
Dumbledore had originally wanted to join the war, but after hearing this, he gave up the idea. In his current state, he might even become a burden to Phillips.
Looking at the spirited Sean, I felt quite emotional.
once Upon a time--
This student, whom I took for granted, repeatedly defied my expectations.
He thought he was just a simple novelist.
But several years have passed—
The other party has grown to the same level as me.
For wizards with long lifespans, a few years may not seem like a blink of an eye.
But it was shorter than I had imagined.
How many years does it take for an ordinary wizard to become great?
Now-
Sean Phillips gave the world an answer.
The two people clashed.
The dome of the Ministry of Magic, which was deep underground, was torn open like a thin sheet being ripped apart.
The earth shook violently, emitting a deafening roar.
The whole world is trembling with fear and crying out incessantly.
The two fought from the ground to the sky, all the way from London to Manchester.
Many Muggles were surprised by the sudden change.
Half of the British wizarding community witnessed this battle.
This battle was destined to become a legend, leaving an indelible mark on history and in the minds of all wizards.
Even if ten, twenty, or thirty years pass and this group of wizards grows old, the memory of this battle will still be clearly etched in their minds.
Is the truth really as they see it?
Half and half.
At first, Riddle really gave it his all, wanting to see how he fared compared to Sean.
But after playing for a few minutes, he discovered with frustration that—
I simply can't beat them.
If we continue fighting, we'll only end up dying.
Having realized this, he completely abandoned his inappropriate thoughts and focused on cooperating with Sean to shift the battlefield to various parts of Britain so that everyone could clearly see the battle.
In the second half of the fight, Sean clearly stopped.
Using spells that seem to have high damage output, but which don't actually cause any real harm.
Many Muggles noticed the unusual phenomenon in the clouds.
This also meant that the Thunderbirds needed to start working after the war.
This battle seemed to have lasted a very, very long time in the eyes of the wizards.
Even without Riddle's presence, and despite Dumbledore's injury, it was still Dumbledore who led the Ministry of Magic's staff in a counterattack.
It took less than an hour —
Nearly 90% of the Death Eaters were captured.
only----
The battle was won, but no one had a smile on their face.
Because they knew perfectly well that the outcome of this battle was not determined here, but in the sky.
If Director Phillips is defeated, all their efforts will be in vain.
Will Phillips really win?
"Yes, it will. It definitely will."
Bertha said so.
The battle ended in a way that no one had anticipated.
The wizard in Manchester was astonished to discover:
After the two combatants used an extremely powerful spell, the space seemed to be stretched open, creating a huge vortex that pulled them both into.
Voldemort and Professor Phillips have both disappeared?
This was something no one expected.
Half a day passed, a day passed, two days passed —
Although the whirlpool disappeared, no one appeared.
Although the outcome of the battle was unknown, Bertha did not sit idly by. She took a firm stance, took over the Ministry of Magic, established the Ministry of War, and announced to wizards across the country that the war had entered the "Great Counter-Offensive" phase.
Even Hogwarts had to end its term early as a result.
Regardless of the strength of their magic, all the wizards began a thorough purge of the Death Eaters in small groups.
Three months later————
Ministry of Magic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, members of parliament, today is a pivotal day in the history of the British wizarding world."
Three months have passed since that day.
"In the meantime, we are in the midst of an unprecedented war."
"This war will test us, and test whether this community of wizards, born of freedom and committed to defending freedom, can survive for long."
"In the past year, Voldemort has made a comeback."
"In the real world of Azkaban, and everywhere else, the blood of Aurors and strikers is spilled across the land."
"Among those who fell, there were fathers, mothers, children, our most familiar friends and neighbors, and people we in Britain will never forget."
"Here, I urge everyone to observe three minutes of silence for those who have tragically lost their lives in this war."
The entire room was completely silent.
Everyone took off their hats, lowered their heads, and many had tears welling up in their eyes.
Three minutes is both short and long.
It takes only five seconds to unleash a spell, but it can take up a person's entire life.
Three minutes later, the host gently raised his hand to signal the end of the moment of silence.
"Thank you for your silence and respect."
"The next question concerns our future."
He glanced around and, under everyone's gaze, continued, "The whereabouts of Voldemort and Chief Phillips are still unknown. We don't know what happened, but the war is far from over."
"That is why we must choose a new leader to lead us out of this dark predicament and guide the magical world to rise again in this great trial."
"Therefore, esteemed members of parliament, on behalf of all wizards in England, I implore you..."
"Examine the candidates before you with the utmost seriousness."
We must choose a leader who can guide us out of this predicament, not just a good wizard, but a guide who can unite us and lead us towards the light.
He paused, then added in a low voice, "This is not only for ourselves, but also for the brave wizards who have given their lives for us. For their sake, we must choose the strongest and most courageous leader. Whoever can lead us to victory in this long war should bear this responsibility."
The hall was solemn, and the members of parliament all wore serious expressions.
"Now, we will begin the election."
He then turned around and signaled to the staff to prepare to begin voting.
The voting process was simple: each person took turns writing down their preferred candidate, then stepped forward and placed their ballot into the box in front of the podium.
The whole process took less than five minutes.
Begin counting the votes.
"Bertha Jorkins".
"Bertha Jorkins".
"Bertha Jorkins".
Bertha remained unmoved, simply standing to the side and watching the vote counting process unfold.
The vote counting was completed, and the host returned to the stage.
Looking at the scoreboard beside him, he took a deep breath and announced the results in a deep voice.
"Based on the vote, I hereby formally announce—"
"Ms. Bertha Jorkins was elected unanimously as the thirty-third Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom."
""
Immediately, deafening applause erupted.
Although many people had secretly expected this result, the actual announcement still brought a great shock and awe.
A unanimous election, something that has never happened before in history.
Bertha, as if she had expected this outcome, stepped onto the stage and said, "Thank you all for your trust."
"Today, I stand here not only on my own behalf, but on behalf of everyone who has sacrificed their lives in this war, and on behalf of all my compatriots who are fighting with all their might to defend our homeland."
"...
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The victory speech was broadcast live on the radio.
So much so that every British wizard could hear her voice clearly.
The speech was short and pragmatic, just what they expected.
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"For the heroes who have already sacrificed their lives, for all our compatriots who are still fighting for freedom, for our homeland, I swear that we will win this war."
After finishing her speech, she quickly walked off the stage.
Many wizards congratulated her:
With Dumbledore seriously injured and Director Phillips missing, no one was more suitable to serve as Minister for Magic than the Auror Office Director who had displayed bravery and fearlessness during the Great War.
Bertha politely returned the greetings to those who offered their congratulations.
After the ceremony, she did not, as previous ministers had done, go to her office as Minister of Magic to admire the new future that was about to unfold.
Instead—
We arrived at a villa in the Scottish countryside via the Floo Powder tunnel.
"Congratulations, Bertha."
In the study, a man sat at his desk, showing no surprise at Bertha emerging from the fireplace. He rose and offered his congratulations to her.
Bertha's previously calm expression immediately turned agitated.
"Master, without you—"
The man waved his hand, indicating that the other person didn't need to continue.
"I played a part, but you should thank yourself more than me for getting to where you are today."
Bang bang bang—
During their conversation, the door opened.
"Come in."
A witch with messy hair, looking like she had just gotten up, wearing a bathrobe, walked in carrying a plate of fresh fruit.
"Professor, did I disturb you?"
The man shook his head, and as the witch placed the fruit on the table, he pulled her into his arms. The witch blushed deeply, struggled instinctively for a moment, then slumped against the man, motionless.
Bertha was not surprised by this.
She had witnessed the same scene many times these days.
At this point—
She had another question.
"Master, why don't you appear in person? If you did, then—"
"What's the point of being Minister of Magic?"
The man chuckled softly, looked down at the witch, and gently rubbed her head with his large, calloused hand.
"I'd rather do something meaningful than be Minister of Magic."
Bertha didn't understand. But the witch did.
She glanced up at the man, then quickly looked down again, recalling the madness of the past few days.
"That----"
"Miss Granger."
The man spoke to the witch in his arms.
"You're graduating soon, how about you become Minister Bertha's secretary at the Ministry of Magic?"
Hermione looked at the man with a confused expression, then secretly glanced at Bertha.
Bertha smiled slightly, breaking the silence: "I've heard a lot about you, Miss Granger. You are not only very knowledgeable, but you have also always been passionate about the affairs of the Ministry of Magic. If you were willing to join us, I believe you would make even greater contributions to the wizarding world."
Hermione was naturally willing.
only----
She suddenly raised her head and looked at the man with a suspicious gaze.
"Professor, you're not trying to use this opportunity to get rid of me, and instead go with Professor Tonks, Ginny, Luna, Daphne, and—"
Let's do something together.
Sean touched his nose guiltily.
The other party discovered it.
Tonks alone is fine, but in Hermione's mind, she was already considered a third party.
So when Tonks was around, Hermione was willing to—
But when it's Ginny, Luna, Daphne, and the rest of the group, she becomes very resistant and unwilling to join in their "celebration."
"What are you saying? I like you the most."
"Really?" Hermione's doubt deepened.
How dare you doubt your own professor?
Sean decides to teach Hermione a lesson in the importance of "respecting one's teacher."
His large hands moved silently—
Every now and then, a soft moan could be heard coming from the study.
"Professor, no, there are still people here—"
Seeing this, Bertha quietly left the study and closed the door.
After leaving the villa, a brief look of confusion crossed her eyes:
Will the British wizarding world really become better under his leadership?
Soon, that confusion turned into determination:
Yes, it will.
(The End)
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