Chapter 404: it is finally over

"He... escaped?"
　　 "I think so."
　　 "So, did we win?"
　　 "It should be like this."
　　 Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly, and at the same time he stepped forward and picked up the two silver swords, and threw the one that belonged to Arthur at Arthur.
"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword with an excited smile on his face, "Don't worry about it, Mike, Voldemort looks like that. When we meet next time, we won't know who killed whom! "
　　 This time Mike didn't answer Arthur's words, he just nodded and then cast his eyes to the entrance of the brain hall behind him.
　　 There were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, and standing at the front of the team was the current Minister of Magic Fudge, and the current Auror Office Director, Scrimgeour.
　　 The countless golden chains at the critical moment just now were shot by these Aurors. It can also be seen that these Aurors are not incompetent.
Fudge, who used to be calm and calm in the past, looked like a frustrated drunkard at this moment. He was sitting on the ground awkwardly, his suit and tie crooked, and slippers on his feet. He just rushed over from home. , This can also be seen from his messy hairstyle.
　　 The most important thing is that, as the highest official of the Ministry of Magic, Fudge at this moment turned out to have a look of horror, and he was still muttering something.
　　 The appearance of the supreme leader obviously made the Aurors behind him uneasy. The serious discipline and quality of the past disappeared from them this time. At this time, they were whispering with a sad face.
　　 Maybe they think their volume is very low, but the combination of the voices of nearly a hundred people turned the originally quiet brain hall into a noisy vegetable market.
　　 If this were normal, Scrimgeour, the highest officer of the Auror, would have come out to stop them.
　　 But Scrimgeour said nothing but just stood there with his head down.
　　 Mike led Arthur to the crowd slowly, and then finally he heard Fudge's words.
　　 "Why? Why is he back again?"
　　 "How dare he do this?"
　　 "This one is over, this one is over!"
　　 "Merlin! Why are you doing this!"
　　……
　　 Looking at Fudge whose eyes were dull, Mike shook his head.
　　 The present Fudge finally broke away from the state of hiding his ears and stealing the bell to see the truth, but the truth seems to have surpassed his tolerance limit, so he became what he is now.
　　 Seeing Mike coming, Scrimgeour on the side also raised his head.
　　 It seemed that he didn't want Mike to see the embarrassing scene of his minister, so he grabbed Fudge's hand and wanted to pull him up.
　　 However, at this time, Fudge, who was so devastated and weighing more than 200 kilograms, could not be pulled up by himself.
　　 After failing several times, he finally gave up the idea, and turned around to find that the Aurors behind him had already become messy, and their complexion suddenly turned black.
　　 "Stand up for me!"
　　 Scrimgeour's words silenced the Aurors, and his expression became better when he saw Scrimgeour. He glared at Mike and took a long breath and said:
　　 "Go and catch me the remaining Death Eaters. I temporarily grant you unlimited fire power and the right to use the Unforgivable Curse!"
　　 "Yes! Sir!"
　　 After a loud and neat shout, the Aurors scattered and left the brain hall, but looking at the loss of expression on their faces, Mike very much doubted that their fighting courage could be left.
　　 At this time, Dumbledore, out of breath, finally came to Mike's face.
　　 I saw him reach out and pat Mike on the shoulder, with a gentle smile on his face, and said:
"well done."
　　 Mike didn't reply, and the expression on his face turned black again.
　　 He felt that Dumbledore was mocking him by saying this, because the prophecy eventually fell into Voldemort's hands, although that was deliberately by Mike.
"I'm serious, Mike." Seemingly aware that Mike had misunderstood what he meant, Dumbledore continued, "In that case, I would also use prophecy to trade for Black. After all, compared with life, A little piece of information is not worth mentioning at all."
　　 Mike nodded, but still did not speak.
　　 Seeing this, Dumbledore stopped talking, but turned to look at Fudge on the ground in a panic.
　　 "Fudge? Fudge? How are you?"
　　 Dumbledore seemed to be using some kind of magic spell, but Fudge, who had been so desperate and ignored him, shivered after hearing his words and woke up.
　　Fudge, who was sober, stretched out his hand and grabbed Dumbledore's hand. At the same time, large drops of crystal tears continued to fall from the corners of his eyes.
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! He's back! That man, he's back!" Fudge whimpered, trembling, "Merlin! I should have believed you earlier! What should I do now? Oh! That's right! Harry Potter! Go find Harry Potter, if he can defeat Voldemort once, he will definitely defeat him twice! Quick! Quick..."
　　 "Calm down, Fudge." Dumbledore reluctantly patted Fudge's hand for comfort. "We can't always rely on a child to face enemies like Voldemort. We adults always have to work hard."
　　 As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body trembled violently, and at the same time he covered his ears, pretending that he hadn't heard the terrible name.
　　 Scrimgeour on the side could no longer stand it anymore. He looked at Fudge with contempt, and then said to Dumbledore:
　　 "Dumbledore, you have already seen the situation now. In order to fight Voldemort I will gather all the power of the Ministry of Magic, but this also requires your support."
　　 "What do you need me to do?"
　　 "I need you to hand over Harry Potter."
　　As soon as he said this, not only Dumbledore, but Mike's brows frowned.
　　 It's just that Scrimgeour obviously didn't care about it, he went on to say:
　　 "I also know something about the prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have the power to defeat Voldemort. So, I think you should..."
"Needless to say!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "I will not allow you to do those excessive things to that child! Besides, since you know the prophecy, you should be clear that Voldemort's primary target of attack It will be that child! And you obviously don’t have the ability to protect him. This can be seen from the events tonight."
　　 Dumbledore’s words irritated Scrimgeour, but Dumbledore’s words made sense. The most important thing was that Scrimgeour could not beat Dumbledore.
　　 So under the gaze of everyone, Scrimgeour nodded angrily and limped out of the brain hall. Before he left, he didn't even look at Fudge for interest!
　　 sighed, Dumbledore turned to look at Mike and said:
　　 "You guys go too, boy. Don't forget that you have an exam tomorrow."
　　 "Got it." Mike said, leading Arthur to the exit, but halfway through it seemed to think of something, suddenly turned his head and said, "Dumbledore."
　　 Dumbledore, who was looking down at Fudge's situation, raised his head and asked in confusion:
"what happened?"
　　 "Wait for me at the old place tomorrow night. I have a very important thing to tell you."
　　 Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while, and when he saw Mike's serious face, he nodded without any hint of joking:
　　 "I see, you guys go back soon."
　　……
　　 In the prophecy hall, the expressions of Harry and Hermione members of the Da Army are not very good.
At this time, the originally neat and solemn prophecy hall has become a ruin. The prophecies and memories that the Ministry of Magic has collected for thousands of years have almost all been destroyed after this battle. Harry believes that if those silent people see such a scene It must be very sad.
　　 But this is not the reason why they are feeling down at this moment.
　　 Harry turned his head anxiously, and saw that in the ruins of the prophecy hall at this time, the Los Santos wizard troops were facing the Aurors.
　　 Both sides took out their magic wands, and the violent atmosphere at the scene worried Harry.
　　 And in the corner not far away, Benjamin and Franklin were talking to a middle-aged man who looked like a lion.
　　 The expressions on both of them were very anxious. Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santo Wizarding Corps was a legitimate organization, but it was clear that the middle-aged man did not intend to ignore them.
　　 "Catch them up!"
　　 Only when the middle-aged man raised his arms, all the Aurors moved. They quickly changed their formations, the light of the spell flashed on their wands, and the scene was about to lose control.
　　 Harry felt that he was in a terrible mood. He really couldn't figure out why these idiots at the Ministry of Magic were planning to engage in internal friction at this time. Couldn't everyone cooperate to deal with Voldemort?
　　 Just when the scene was about to lose control, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone. Harry's frowning brows finally stretched out, and he shouted excitedly:
　　 "Mike! Arthur!"
As soon as this statement came out, the Los Santos Wizarding Group and the Aurors all turned to look at the two figures. After confirming that the people were indeed Mike and Arthur, all the members of the Los Santos Wizarding Group immediately put down their hands. Seeing this, the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss.
　　 Just now in the Brain Hall, they saw the two men pierced Voldemort's chest with a sharp sword. They didn't intend to offend such a cruel person.
　　 Under the gaze of everyone, Mike and Arthur walked to Scrimgeour in front of no one, ignoring Franklin's joyous shout, looking at Scrimgeour blankly.
　　 At this time, Scrimgeour's complexion was dark and terrifying. He gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but he heard Mike say in a cold tone without the slightest temperature:
　　 "I suggest not to be impulsive, otherwise you can't afford it."
　　 "Are you threatening me?"
　　 "Yes," Mike said blankly, "You can understand that."
　　 After saying this, Mike didn't even look at Scrimgeour, turned his head and led everyone back to the Da Army crowd.
　　 "Mike, it's really time for you to come! Those Aurors who are going to arrest all of us since then and want to catch Harry, they must be..."
　　 Listening to Franklin's verbose words, Mike waved his hand impatiently, which made him shut his mouth.
　　 At this time, Harry and others finally surrounded him.
　　 At this time, Harry and the others were full of excited smiles, even Black who was rescued was no exception, although his face was full of scars, his smile was uglier than crying.
　　 "Hey, Black, are you okay."
"Me? What can I do? This little injury is nothing to me! Are you right? Harry!" Blake put his arm around Harry's shoulder, but this action seemed to be pulling on the wound and hurting him. The smile on his face immediately turned into a grin of death.
　　 Everyone burst into laughter when they saw this, only Harry wanted to take off Black’s clothes to help him check his injuries.
　　 Under all eyes, how dare Blake tell everyone about his wounds, waved his hands and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic, and in the end Blake could only look at Mike for help.
　　 shook his head, Mike said with a smile:
　　 "Stop making trouble with Harry, we're going back, and we'll take the exam later."
　　 As soon as this remark came out, the laughter and laughter all around stopped abruptly. Tonight's affairs were so noisy, which caused many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike raised it again, everyone suddenly felt bad.
　　Hermione is the most anxious among them. She screamed and rushed out of the team, seeming to urge Mike to send her back.
　　 But when he saw Mike's combat uniform that had almost turned into a piece of coke, the expression on his face immediately froze.
　　 "Gosh! Are you hurt?"
　　 While she said ~EbookFREE.me~, she pulled up Mike's shirt just like Harry did.
　　 "Oh, I'm okay, I'm okay." Mike hurriedly pulled Hermione's little hand away, "It's going to dawn soon, everyone, go back!"
　　 After saying this, four house elves suddenly appeared around Mike. Under Mike's instruction, they rushed into the crowd and began to send the students back to Hogwarts.
　　 Although very reluctant, Harry and Hermione were eventually sent back.
　　 It wasn't until the students had all left that the smiles that had hung on Black and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a touch of solemnity.
　　 "I heard that that person also appeared." Black looked at Mike's almost completely scrapped combat uniform. "It's not easy."
　　 Mike, who was directing the retreat of Los Santos wizards, was taken aback when he heard the words, and then said faintly after a long silence:
　　 "It will be more difficult next."
　　 "You are right. But we will continue to fight, right?"
　　 "I know what you're worried about, Blake. Don't worry, I won't give up if I don't have to." Mike said blankly, "Well, it's almost time, we should also go."
　　 After saying this, Mike took Blake to Shuke's front and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder.
　　 "Thank you, Mike."
　　 Before leaving, Blake said so.