The green light of the Curse of Death seemed to have received a signal. Aura, who was closest to the door, raised his hand and gently knocked three times. After waiting for a few seconds and no one responded, he closed his fingers, stretched out his arm, and waved it horizontally behind him. As if he was testing the waters, he beckoned the other two Aura to enter the room together.
They walked in with heavy steps and saw the couple hugging each other on the ground. After saluting, Aura in the lead cast a powerful Iron Armor Spell and created an arched shield.
The other two used a Levitation Spell and covered the couple like an invisible coffin, allowing them to levitate. At the moment of contact with the shield, the couple's bodies instantly turned into black powder that glowed with blue light. Finally, everything returned to normal.
The Aura had completed the last order that Telman had just given. Completely destroy the couple's bodies.
After all, other than the possibility that someone with ulterior motives would take the bodies to England to claim credit, the most important thing was that the floating city of Hogwarts was now famous for its Necromancy and Undead Workers. If they could not be judged because of their own deaths and angered Harris, they would use their bodies to turn the couple into Undead Creatures. That would be a fate worse than death, and they would fall into eternal torture.
Then, the Minister's office and Aura's office were set ablaze, and all the letters exchanged with Minister Telman began to burn. The news of the death of the Minister and his wife of the German Ministry of Magic was broadcasted, and the Capitol was in a state of chaos.
Hurried footsteps, cries of despair, and roars of wounded beasts could be heard in the corridors. Some of the officials who knew that their minister had committed suicide drank themselves into a drunken stupor. Some of the witches were bawling their eyes out, not knowing what to do. Some of the officials were desperately packing their belongings, taking off their magic robes in an attempt to change into the clothes of ordinary adepts so that they could blend into the crowd and escape. Some of the adepts who had participated in the attack were gathering. They were searching for usable magic equipment, preparing for their final stand.
In desperation, especially the officials who were more or less involved in the planning of the attack on Harris, they were so flustered that they could no longer maintain their image like before.
"Harris said that they were going to let the Dementors suck everyone who was involved in the attack into empty shells."
"Is our mistake so serious that we're being kissed by the Soul Dementors? I don't want to die like this. I don't want my soul to be consumed by those monsters."
"'Death is another great adventure'. Instead of becoming food for the Soul Dementors, I might as well embark on another journey …"
…
The discussion about England's declaration of war made despair even more widespread. Fear made some wizards, who were afraid that they would not be able to escape the trial, start to shoot Avada Death Curses at each other.
Some of the senior officials began to put on their most decent magic robes that were full of medals. After hugging and saying goodbye to his family members who were crying in pain and asking his subordinates to send them away, he sat on the sofa alone and took the fatal poison together with them resolutely.
Some of the cowardly wizards who were hesitant to act saw their companions dying one after another and fell into loneliness and despair. There was no way out for them.
As for the members of the Ministry of Magic who were not involved in the Greek assassination, they were in a better situation. Not long after, the internal broadcast in the Parliament building sounded again. After two beeps, the voice of Dunitz, who almost succeeded him, came from the broadcast. "Our Minister Telman has ended his own life. He has abandoned all the wizards of the German magic world and all the German Aura. He was prepared to continue fighting for Berlin even though he was exhausted. There is no point in continuing to resist. Please follow me to the square outside to prepare to surrender."
Under Dunitz's continuous broadcast, the members of the Ministry of Magic began to leave the room one after another. At the same time, in the minister's office on the top floor of the Parliament building, Gorlin was tidying up his brand new magic robe. According to Telman's last words, he had become the last minister. However, he did not care about the chaos in the Parliament building, nor did he issue any orders. He also did not respond to the broadcast. He only held his head high and puffed out his chest as he sat upright on the tall armchair that belonged to the head of the Ministry of Magic. His brows were furrowed and his expression was stern and inviolable.
Ten minutes later, inside the Parliament building, a few teams of Aura who were originally guarding the building gathered here. A young Aura stood in front of the window. He completely ignored Dunitz's broadcast and held a panoramic telescope, observing the square and the sky outside. In the distance, there was a huge floating ship that looked like it was going to swallow the entire sky.
Many wizards had already brought their families out of hiding and began to remove the defensive measures that they had spent a lot of effort to set up before. Apparently, they were going to listen to Dunitz's words and surrender to the British.
The German Aura put down the panoramic telescope and took a deep breath. He turned around and walked to another of his colleagues. "The British are about to receive the captives. They are moving into the square."
"What's the situation on our side?" Another Aura asked.
"There's no fight, no resistance." The young Aura said calmly. He raised his hand and looked at the time. He frowned. "Those British will arrive here in ten minutes at most."
At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps could be heard. The Aura in the room reflexively put their hands on their wands and looked at the door with vigilance. After a while, three middle-aged Aura strode in. They were the three team leaders of the Aura's office.
"Get into formation. Like the other wizards, we will go outside and wait for the British to come … surrender to them …" The team leader in the middle ordered. His voice was very heavy and depressed.
"Mr. Dunitz is not the successor minister that was just announced to us. Mr. Goering is. We have no reason to listen to Mr. Dunitz's orders." A young Aura stood up. His eyes were red and he loudly objected.
One of the three team leaders saw that his team was agitated and scolded. "What do you mean? Are you disobeying orders, Aura? "
The young Aura's eyes were red. "Captain … it doesn't matter who the minister is now. The important thing is that we are the German Aura … We can't let the wizards from other countries see that Germany surrendered to the British without anyone standing up to resist."
"What are you going to do?" The middle-aged Aura's jaw tightened. "We have nothing to do with the Greek attack. We just want to …"
"For our honor, I will never surrender. I will fight until the end." The Aura raised his chin and interrupted his superior impolitely. "When the British arrive here, I will fight back until I can no longer wave my wand."
The middle-aged Aura looked at the young man and raised his head with a serious expression. The veins on his neck were bulging. "Who else thinks so?"
The young Aura who just stood up to resist raised his arm without hesitation. The German Aura around him also raised their arms.
This resolute action seemed to carry a force that influenced the others. A squad leader who came in with the middle-aged Auror puffed out his chest and raised his head, then raised his arm resolutely.
Seeing this scene, the middle-aged Aura who asked the question raised his eyebrows. His eyes swept across the Aura who raised their arms. His thin and angular chin was slightly raised. His eyes became a little gratified. Then he also raised his hand proudly.
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