Chapter 116: Three Battlefields

Chapter 116: Three Battlefields

In the hall of the Ministry of Magic, the men and women wizards who had come to deal with their business were leaving quickly. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

No one dares to stay here, even if the old man sitting in the chair in the centre of the hall has never killed anyone, but with his reputation as a dark wizard and a wanted criminal, no one dares to gather around him to spectate.

The chair beneath Dumbledore is certainly not something that was handed to him, even if some of these people at the venue still have a good impression of him in their hearts, but no one has the guts to express even a little closeness to him when so many people are present.

The male wizard who is responsible for registering the visitors' wands and names is bound to the floor, face to the ground, craning his neck, playing dead while burying his whole head in the ground and acting like an ostrich.

That chair was originally his.

The Auror office reacted quickly, they assembled their teams quickly through the fireplace at the entrance of the hall, Lucius Malfoy personally led the whole force, when he saw the old man sitting peacefully in the middle of the hall as if he was comfortably spending time in his own living room, his face turned dark as if it had been smeared with ashes.

He commanded the Auror division to split into two groups, each respectively guarding the exit and entrance to the hall, enclosing Dumbledore in the centre.

Every one of them took out their wands while awaiting orders. Hundreds of wands were aimed at the old man in the centre, but on contrary to the norm, the majority of these people's hands who were holding their wands were trembling lightly with uneasiness and sweat forming on their foreheads, as if it was not one man surrounded by hundreds of people, but rather hundreds of people surrounded by one man.

"Albus Dumbledore."

Lucius looked grim as he uttered the name of the old man who is sitting on the chair, to which Dumbledore smiled and waved at him.

"Ha, it's been a long time, Lucius, my friend. I have previously commended you for your promising potential, and as you can see, my eye is still accurate, you have now become the head of all Aurors."

Lucius stared into Dumbledore's eyes, he did not smile but asked with an incomparable gloomy gaze.

"What are you doing here?"

"What do you think?" Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Of course, I came to meet my greatest student, why? He has no intention of meeting me in person?"

He smiled, just like the old man in the neighbourhood chatting about family matters, holding the wand in his hand with a casual twirl.

This kind of move was what caused the heartbeat of the vast majority of the Aurors who aimed their wands at him to slow down by half a beat as they subconsciously gulped.

They were followed by more than thirty ragged, skinny Azkaban prisoners!

At this moment they had rushed to the gate of this prison, and more than 80% of the dementors on the whole island had all gathered there.

The silver glow streamed between them, and the overflowing streams of light illuminated the entire castle which was filled with grey mist.

But the number of Dementors gathered in front of the prison gate is too much, they are nearly endless, the Dementors whose bodies are melted by the silver light close to the escaping prisoners retreat back, while the Dementors who are behind them advanced forward.

Deadly despair and spirited hope confronted each other, and the end result is that the side of the escaped prisoner is getting sluggish.

Sirius gritted his teeth as he held the already unconscious wizard behind him from falling off his back with one hand and raised his wand with the other.

"One last time!"

Lupin, too, contrary to his usual gentleness and calmness, shouted and raised his wand high above his head as silver light streamed over them!

Every prisoner raised their wands as high as they could with him, and for a moment, the dazzling light shone just as brightly as the blazing sun shining everywhere!

"ex-PEK-toh pa-TRO-num!!!"

Numerous incantations of the Patronus charm sounded together, those lights coalescing, all kinds of animals stepping lightly in mid-air, leaving behind brilliant silver flying flakes, swooping down towards those dementors in front of the gate!

Wolves, dogs, cows, chickens, foxes, honey badgers, goats. More than thirty Patronus together rushed out to make a huge gap for them!

The scent of freedom hit them, and outside the prison, Moody with dozens of other Order of the Phoenix members riding on flying brooms tackled the Death Eaters stationed on the island, while throwing the long-prepared flying brooms at the feet of the group of prisoners!

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