Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 478 The Ministry of Magic Battle Royale ([-])

It was the ring on Mafalda Hopkirk's finger.

What's wrong with this guy?
Immediately, infernal corpses, zombies, vampires appeared in McGuffin's mind... all kinds of dark creatures that actually existed in movies or in the magical world.

Could it be that the old-fashioned old witch was cursed by this weird black mist and underwent some kind of transformation?

Do you want to wait any longer?
It's better to act first--

He hesitated...

And then,
--bass,

Those hands slid across the thick wooden door, and the friction between the nails and the wood made a weird sound.

and many more!

What kind of sound is there in it.

McGuffin seemed to hear—

call!
Something was exhaling slowly, in the dark silence... Was it Hopkirk?
still is……

He was even more nervous, and his heart was shaking violently.

And at this time, the black mist that was originally unchanged like the background began to roll and squirm, and black threads like drawing silk were sticking to those pale and thin hands little by little, as if they wanted to drag them back into the darkness.

Just when McGuffin was at a loss, the hands had been swallowed by the black mist, and then a silver-white light emerged from it... The black mist rolled and subsided temporarily...

This thing seems to have feelings or wisdom, and the speed of fading is very fast, just like running away.

The figure of Ms. Mafalda Hopkirk staggered in, holding on to the wooden door.

But behind her, in the depths of the dark corridor... the receding black mist is churning like boiling water, and it seems that it has been irritated by Hopkirk's actions.

"Why..." McGuffin held up his wand to be on guard, he didn't believe the witch in front of him.

Hopkirk made a whispered gesture, and then pointed weakly at the black mist outside, the meaning of which was self-evident.

Don't make a sound!

McGuffin immediately shut up and stared at the witch in front of him. What he needed to beware of was not only the black mist in the corridor, but also this witch who didn't know the truth.

There was silence between McGuffin and Hopkirk, but the black mist outside had no habit of waiting. It flooded the door again, engulfing the office bit by bit silently... The walls, desks, floor, and desks were all entwined by the filamentary black mist and pulled into the invisible darkness.

McGuffin glanced at Hopkirk. She was waving her wand and casting the [Patronus Charm]... But maybe it was because of her rigid personality, or maybe it was because she was extremely weak now and could no longer conjure the [Patronus].

"go!"

After McGuffin waved his wand to create a big opening in the window, he reminded Hopkirk, and immediately flew out of the window and landed at the bottom of the Ministry of Magic building.

Ms. Hopkirk also used [Shock Absorbing Charm] and fell to the ground.

It's just that her body is extremely weak now, and it can be said that she can hardly even move around.

McGuffin didn't offer any help. He was still a little worried about the witch, and he didn't dare to approach her casually.

He looked up at the former location of the Prohibition of Misuse of Magic office above. In the broken window, the black mist rushed out of the window like whipped cream and was smoothed out, as if that thing could only exist in the office building of the Ministry of Magic.

"There is a defense device of the Ministry of Magic here in the atrium. It is impossible for this kind of terrible black magic to invade here, Albert, don't worry!" Hopkirk said in a weak and proud voice, and then she reacted again, "Although the matter is urgent, you did use magic again, McGuffin..."

FK!At this time, are you still sticking to the damn rules?
McGuffin raised his eyebrows and looked towards the hall on the first floor. The thick and emanating black mist was restrained and wriggled there, and the silky black lines twisted... stretched out the door several times, then retracted.

——It’s like this bear, don’t you worry?

McGuffin complained in his heart, but he didn't want to say anything more, the key now is to get out of here.

"How to leave?" He asked hastily.

"Wait! I'll inform... the people in the Ministry... the Minister and the Aurors..."

Hopkirk first tried to cast the [Patronus Charm] a few times...without success, and then he started calling the owl, but it was useless.

"Get out of here first!" McGuffin said angrily.

"But according to the emergency guard regulations of the Ministry of Magic, if someone invades..."

——Unlucky rules, damn rules, if it weren't for the old witch's inflexibility and superfluousness, would he be trapped in this damn place now?
As soon as McGuffin thought of this, anger welled up.

Fortunately, he had an extremely bad premonition and thought about something that didn't exist in the current plot, so he barely suppressed the evil fire in his heart.

(Actually, the main reason is that he doesn’t know how to leave here, because the Ministry of Magic prohibits [Apparition], and he doesn’t have Floo powder on him now, so he can’t use the [Fireplace] to leave here. Even... the door key is probably restricted. After all, this is the Ministry of Magic, so it’s not possible that he will not have this kind of magic defense... He can only rely on Mafalda Hopkirk, an old witch, to get out of here.)
Suppressing her anger, under McGuffin's extremely patient persuasion, she finally got the old witch to agree to send herself out first, and then notify the Ministry of Magic outside.

It's just... Hopkirk immediately found the wizard in front of the lobby of the Ministry of Magic's office building... lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Eric!"

Hopkirk screamed, hurriedly held his wand, and staggered to the door of the hall.

Fortunately, the black mist only surged through the door, and did not rush out, pulling that idiot in.

McGuffin, with great reluctance, moved to the side of Mafalda Hopkirk and the wizard named Erik.

He shook his wand and cast an extremely weak fluorescent spell in front of the door, just enough to allow them to see their current situation clearly, and of course there was a certain purpose of testing the nature of the black mist. (Sure enough, the black mist seemed to be irritated, beating in the foyer like waves, forming some kind of vortex and trying to rush out, but it seemed to have hit an invisible wall... and was tightly blocked on the other side.)
And under the faint light of [Fluorescent Curse], McGuffin saw——

Erik was lying on the ground. When he was turned over by Hopkirk, his skin was even paler than that of the old witch, without a trace of blood, dead white... and McGuffin felt that the guy's body was shrinking, like a shriveled apple that lost moisture.

The skin was wrinkled and curled up on the body, as if it was rigidly attached to the body.

"Ms. Hopekirk, get away from him! Quick! Something is wrong..."

Hopkirk should have noticed something was wrong, but it was too late.

She was holding a magic wand and was pointing at Erik who was lying flat on the ground for treatment, but after trying different spells several times, there was no response. Instead, the shriveled skin quickly swelled up as if inflated.

For a moment, Hopkirk pointed at Erik's wand and was grasped tightly. Under the [Luminescent Curse]...the white hands drilled out some kind of bluish-gray sharp nails almost visible to the naked eye, like animals, or zombies and weird claws in movies.

Gan!
Before McGuffin had time to react, Mafalda Hopkirk was caught by Erik...or that thing pounced on him and bit his neck.
Zi walk Zi walk!

This anxious and terrifying sound began to ring out continuously.

Fuck!
This is not sucking noodles, what a mess!
McGuffin had no time to complain, and the situation suddenly collapsed to the point of no return.

Hopkirk raised her wand and lowered it powerlessly, a confused and intoxicated expression appeared on her face, her pupils kept turning upwards... her eyes turned white.

"Go away!"

McGuffin waved his wand, and the thing was torn from Hopkirk forcefully, and a piece of flesh was torn off the old witch's neck.

The piece of minced meat fell from the thing's mouth to the ground,
Except for the torn flesh and the blood that just spattered out, McGuffin was surprised to find that there was no blood flowing from the wound on Hopkirk's neck... the wound that almost exposed the throat.
It should be from the aorta...and this injury...unbelievable...

damn it!
Aww!Well!

The howling of this thing is like a mixture of the wailing of stray dogs, owls and lizards.

It's so ugly, it's agitating MacGuffin's sense of hearing and brain.

Erik, that wizard... turned into a monster, it roared and rushed over again.

The speed was very fast, and he came to McGuffin's side almost instantly, even though he was still five meters away just now.

With a wave of his hand, McGuffin rolled it up... and pressed it in mid-air, making it useless and unable to find a support point to run, attacking him.

So fast!

No wonder Hopkirk couldn't respond.

However, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Restored as before!"

McGuffin quickly waved his wand, and very reluctantly healed the naked, almost fatal wound on Ms. Hopkirk's neck.

"Recover quickly!"

"Recover quickly!"

After several spells, Ms. Hopkirk finally coughed and clutched her throat, and regained consciousness again.

"What...how...what's going on?"

"Where's Erik?"

She struggled a few times, but the MacGuffin waved her wand from a distance to help her get up.

(According to the experience just now, he has kept a distance of three to four meters from the old witch)
At this time, the two of them finally had time to check what the wizard named Erik had turned into.

With the light of the [Fluorescent Curse] hitting that thing's face.

Its true face appeared in front of the two McGuffins——

It still looks like that wizard, but compared to the crumpled look before, it is full of fangs, its skin is swollen, its eyes are bloodshot, and its eyeballs are completely protruding from the eye sockets. The bad peacock blue robes were tightly wrapped around its body... that thing looks like a balloon that is about to explode at any time.

McGuffin finally remembered that he was the sorcerer who checked for foreign wizards to enter the Ministry of Magic... This unkempt and extremely decadent wizard I met when I came to the Ministry of Magic at the beginning of my second year.

"What's the matter?" he asked Mafalda Hopkirk hoarsely.

"Probably some kind of curse... or the infection of dark creatures... Merlin! I don't know... I'm not an Auror or a wizard from the Department of Dark Creatures Management, how could I know!"

Hopkirk screamed uncontrollably.

At this time, she finally abandoned, or forgot about the rules and regulations of the Ministry of Magic.

"We have to get out of here quickly...it's too dangerous, it's far more serious than I thought."

"Can you freeze it? We have to use it as evidence..."

McGuffin didn't wait for her to talk nonsense, and directly froze it into a big ice lump, letting the ghost thing float in the air and follow them,

"How to leave?"

"Oh! That's right... this way!" Hopkirk looked at McGuffin's skillful movements... he was in a trance and shook his head before he woke up.

She led the MacGuffin past the fountains and trotted into the atrium.

(The fountain is the only thing that makes a sound in this dark, dead place, those huge golden statues...the point of the centaur's arrow on the wizard and witch's wand, the tip of the goblin's hat, and the ear of the goblin's ear. Water flows from various places and merges into the pool...It is also because of these slightly reflective golden statues that the place is not so scary because it is empty and silent...)
McGuffin kept keeping a distance of two or three meters between himself and Mafalda Hopkirk, so as not to be attacked by monsters in the dark and cause the two of them to be annihilated, or... simply be attacked by the old witch... He still couldn't believe her.

Entering the atrium, it was completely empty, and the light began to gradually dim, so McGuffin had to increase the brightness of the [Luminescent Curse].

Nor did the rows of fireplaces burst into green flames, burning, and some wizard appeared.

Hopkirk stood in front of a fireplace and tried the Floo powder,

"No, the Floo tunnel has been completely blocked. Whoever did it, what they were trying to do... these guys must have blocked the entire Ministry of Magic," she said disappointedly.

"Now there is only one last way to try..."

Mafalda Hopkirk directly measured the distance between the opposing fireplaces, and then tapped three times with her wand on the dark green wooden floor in the middle.

The golden light flowed in the gaps between the wooden boards, spinning...constantly converging...and soon drew a square golden pattern on it.

It is full of complicated and interlaced rune patterns.

Then a red phone booth fell from the sky very quickly and landed on the pattern.

At the same time, a cold female voice came from the telephone. This voice was very loud and clear, as if an invisible woman was standing in that telephone booth.

"Telephone booth 21 is at your service."

"If you want to leave the Ministry of Magic, the Floo powder tunnel is a better choice... If you must leave the atrium through the floating phone booth, please check that your clothing meets the Muggle safety regulations..."

"If you're fully ready, please pick up the receiver... State your name, occupation..."

Hopkirk walked into the phone booth with slightly broken glass, picked up the receiver, and after dialing the number 624442, he said,
"I'm Mafalda Hopkirk... Director of the Department of Prohibition of Misuse of Magic, and I'm requesting Resolution 412... to apply for a quick exit and passage to the surface."

(End of this chapter)