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Chapter 1153

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Elwyn hurriedly waved his wand, and Dumbledore also cast his spell.

With a flash of blue and white light, they and Lord Voldemort disappeared, leaving Bellatrix sprawled on the ground.

Lord Voldemort had heartlessly abandoned her, only caring about running for his life.

"Master!" Bellatrix screamed. Dumbledore's magic had taken control of her.

Everyone in the main hall stared dumbfoundedly at Bellatrix, at the place where Voldemort had disappeared.

Foggy gasped for breath, looking as though he was about to suffocate.

"Oh my god, that's …"

"What the hell is going on? Who is this woman? "

"She's Bellatrix Lestrange, a Death Eater who escaped from Azkaban not long ago, but …"

"I saw it, Mr. Foggy, I swear I saw Mystery Man, he Apparated!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too!" Foggy babbled, looking in disbelief at the place where Lord Voldemort had disappeared, then hurriedly turned to look at Dumbledore. "He's here, here, oh my god, he's actually here, in the Ministry of Magic. What the hell is going on? Oh my god, this is unbelievable, impossible, I mean, how could this be? "

"If you go downstairs to the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius!" Dumbledore said softly, standing up after confirming that Harry was fine. He was not as angry as before, obviously very satisfied with the current situation. "You'll see dozens of Death Eaters. They've also been captured and tied up by the Anti-Apparition Spell, waiting for you to deal with them."

"Dumbledore!" Foggy didn't seem to have thought of what to say. What had just happened had frightened him. Whether it was Dumbledore's roar or the appearance of Lord Voldemort, he hesitated for a long time before saying slowly, "Those wizards who escaped from prison are with you."

"Just a few minutes ago, you saw it with your own eyes. Just as I've been telling you for the past year, the Lord Voldemort has returned! And for the past twelve months, you've been wasting time, giving wrong orders, doing stupid things, wasting precious time. " Dumbledore said, "These people are all Death Eaters. If you're still not willing to believe me, you can interrogate them and you'll know everything you want to know. Now is the time for you to learn to use your brain! "

'I, don't, well... 'said Fudge angrily, looking round as if for someone to tell him what to do, and, seeing that no one was going to advise him, reluctantly said,' Very well, Drax! Williamson! Go down and take a look at the Department of Mystery Affairs. Percival, keep an eye on this woman! All right, Dumbledore, all right, I need to talk to you. You're going to tell me what's going on? Why were you at the Ministry of Magic tonight? "

"I'll talk to you about it after I send Elwyn and Harry back to the Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"Elwyn Mason, Harry Potter, and Sirius Blake!" Fudge turned to stare at the three of them, as if that would explain everything. "Yes, they're here too. Why? Damn it, what's going on? "

"I'll explain everything!" said Dumbledore. "When Elwyn and Harry are back at school."

He walked over to a broken piece of the statue, pointed his wand at it, and chanted, "Mentos!"

The piece glowed blue and shook the floor loudly. A few seconds later, it was motionless again.

"I see, Dumbledore!" Fudge said at once, as if he finally understood what had happened. "You're not authorized to use the key! You can't do that in front of the Ministry of Magic. You're breaking the law, you, you... "

Dumbledore gave Foggy an imperious look over his half-moon spectacles, and he began to stammer at once.

"You need to issue an order for your people and Dolores Umrich to leave Hogwarts." Dumbledore said, "Withdraw the arrest warrant for myself, Elwyn, Hermione, and Elaine. Also, you need to tell your Aurors to stop investigating my Mythical Biology teacher, Sirius Blake, and the vampires of the Slytherin clan, and immediately stop the conflict with the centaurs. That's meaningless. Also, terminate the review of the 'Hogwarts Magic Newspaper'. "

"What, do you know what you're saying? Dolores's whereabouts are still unknown..."

"I'll help you find him." Dumbledore said. He took out a watch with twelve hands from his pocket and glanced at it. "After you've done these things, I can spare half an hour tonight. I think we can discuss all the key issues that have happened here. After that, I'll have to return to my school. If you need more help from me, of course, instead of coming to Hogwarts to find me, why don't you write to me and indicate that it's for the headmaster? "

"I, you, you..." Fudge's eyes had never widened so much.

His mouth was open, and his round face was flushed red under his unkempt greyish-white hair.

Dumbledore turned around and ignored him. He walked over to Elwyn and Harry.

"Elwyn, Harry, you two go back to school first. We should meet in half an hour." He continued, "Sirius, I hope you can make a trip to the Vampire Castle and bring Hermione and Elaine back to school."

"Okay!" Sirius said.

Elwyn and Harry put their fingers on the door key, and Dumbledore counted softly three. It was as if a hook had been yanked behind his navel, and the shiny wooden floor disappeared from under his feet. The stalls, Fudge, Dumbledore, and Sirius had all disappeared, and the two of them were flying forward in a whirlwind of color and sound.

Elwyn returned to Hogwarts. His feet touched solid ground, and Harry was beside him.

The door key fell to the floor with an echoing thud.

"Where is this?"

"Dumbledore's office!" Elwyn said, slumping into a chair. Too much had happened tonight.

It was quiet in the office, and nothing was moved.

In the days since the headmaster had left, everything here seemed to have repaired itself.

The fine silverware was standing on the slender table again, puffing smoke and spinning peacefully.

The portraits of the old headmasters and headmasters were dozing in the photographs, some with their heads lolling back in their armchairs, others leaning against the frames of the portraits.

Outside the window, a plain grayish-green light hung on the horizon: dawn was slowly approaching.

Elwyn was sure that the portraits had been awake before they arrived, and were still peeping at them.

"Elwyn, why did you fall from the sky just now?" Harry asked, not used to the silence.

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