Journey through the Worlds from the Wilderness

Chapter 398

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The majestic crimson light beam tore through the strong barrier with strong magic power, and pierced straight out of it!

"careful!"

Remus Lupine let out an exclamation, and rushed forward quickly, wrapping his arms across the majestic waist of an Auror, and fell heavily on the grass.

"This is……"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the crimson shock beam in a little amazement, and the glimpse of the previous chaotic battle floated in his mind. When he cleaned the battlefield after the battle, he realized that it was this deep red beam that hardly contained magic power. The red shock beam killed more than half of the werewolf clan, easing the pressure on the Ministry of Magic.

"What method is this?"

Minerva McGonagall stopped pouring magic power into the magic circle. When the reserved exit of the magic circle was opened, the magic circle had no meaning to keep going.

It's just that she, who has always known Dumbledore, couldn't help raising her whole heart at this moment. Although she couldn't see what kind of power it was, she knew that neither Dumbledore nor Alastor Moody possessed it. means.

Thinking of the other person in the magic circle, she subconsciously clenched her wand tightly, her face tensed up solemnly!

The Aurors followed the order of the Phoenix wizards to stop maintaining the magic circle. The complicated and gorgeous walls of the magic circle rippled like water waves, scattered into fragmented corners, and finally disappeared. The wall of vegetation that was scorched black.

But no one marveled at such a magnificent landscape. The well-trained elite wizards gathered here knew the horror of the unknown, so they all held their wands tightly and aimed at the place torn apart by the crimson impact.

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The strong wind rushed out like a torrent, accompanied by dust mixed with a burnt smell, making everyone's breathing stagnate.

"Who is this big battle for?"

A clear and clear voice came out, with a sense of indifference, Gao Feng restrained his light work and stepped slightly, making slight footsteps, and slowly paced out.

He glanced across and saw faces of surprise or astonishment. He sighed, nodded inexplicably, and said, "Well, it should be so."

"How could you..."

Questioning voices came from the right side. Gao Feng paused for a moment, then lamented in a low tone, and said, "I'm sorry, Professor McGonagall."

With that said, he moved away.

Holding Dumbledore's stagnant body, Alastor Moody stepped out with difficulty and came to the crowd step by step.

For a moment, everyone was stunned, their eyes focused on the same place, and suddenly shocked expressions appeared one after another, but the air seemed to freeze!
At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly hit, and the tall and bony Thestral flapped its wings and descended slowly, and its four feet stomped on the ground one after another, making very rhythmic hooves.

Nymphadora Tonks jumped off the Thestral's back and ran over briskly.

"Van Gogh! You..."

She hadn't finished asking about her concern, she glanced slightly from the corner of her eyes, and suddenly she was stunned, and a look of unbelievable shock gradually appeared on her delicate face.

"Ah, Alastor..."

Minerva McGonagall blinked quickly, took a breath tremblingly, raised her head and forced a smile, forcibly moved her eyes away, as if unwilling to believe the real scene in front of her.

"I failed Albus, it was I..."

A mournful and dull voice came from Alastor Moody's throat. He raised his head, his trembling eyes contained deep self-blame, this tough and rough old Auror was full of tears. Sob out loud.

"That's impossible! That's Dumbledore!"

"But Dumbledore is only a mortal..."

"If there is no Dumbledore, who can curb Voldemort's ambition?!"

"Fool! You shouldn't have said that name!"

"Feel sorry!"

"Apologize to yourself, maybe the mysterious man has already set his sights on you, that title is full of evil curses!"

"But since we are fighting against the mysterious man's reign of terror, should we still be afraid of him?"

"You should be afraid, it will make you live longer!"

The atmosphere of silence was suddenly broken, and the discussions of Aurors and strikers boiled like a frying pan. Among them were roars of disbelief, hesitation about the fear of the road ahead, innocence of the fledglings, and the humility of the experienced. The warnings all came out, in order to vent the inner restlessness.

"Town! Set!"

As the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, who designed and won this chaotic battle, is at a time when he is powerful. Although the news of Dumbledore's death shocked his heart, he still knows that he Responsibility, raised his voice and scolded.

Immediately he gave Gadvin Robards a look, and an Auror team quickly entered the interior covered by the vegetation wall from the hole to investigate the situation.

And his face turned solemn, his sharp eyes fell on the strong figure, lowered his voice, and called: "Van Gogh!"

Gao Feng turned his eyes and nodded slightly, then gently stroked Nymphadora Tonks' confused cheek, comforting her in a gentle whisper, and then walked towards Scrimgeour.

On the periphery of the crowd, the two whispered a few phrases and quickly reached a consensus. Afterwards, Gao Feng took Tonks and rode away on a Thestral, while Scrimgeour turned around and entered the center of the crowd.

"We have won this battle, at least for the moment. Not long ago, Van Gogh cut off Voldemort's head with his own hands. The Dark Lord, whose name seems to have become taboo, once again tasted death!"

Scrimgeour's voice was resounding, and the news conveyed in the words was even more shocking. The terrifying Dark Lord had come to an end again!

"But the war is not over!"

Scrimgeour's high-pitched voice continued: "The last time Voldemort was able to make a comeback, there may be another time! Besides, our enemies are not only Voldemort, but also his eagle and dog minions! So whether you are confused or afraid, you must fight Get up! Now is not the time to relax!"

With his hard and serious face, his eyes slowly swept across everyone's faces, his eyes conveyed his will, and inspired and infected other wizards.

There was a slight pause in the words. Scrimgeour nodded with satisfaction as he saw the Aurors and Strikers gradually cheer up and the confusion dissipated from their faces and eyes.

"Very good! Strikers, go back and continue cleaning the battlefield! Prout, you will lead an elite Auror team to meet and assist Kingsley Shacklebolt! Robards, you stay and help your allies do something What I can do, as for other issues, I will wait for your detailed explanation at the headquarters."

When he said this, his eyes fell on Dumbledore's embarrassed but peaceful face, he pursed the corners of his mouth, whispered a word of condolence, and then turned away.

"Please grief!"

(End of this chapter)