Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

The Dark Lord's side was the only top Ministry of Magic official they caught who didn't escape.

The senior official was over fifty years old, most of his hair had already turned white, his appearance was tough, but he was extremely embarrassed.

He was surrounded by a group of Death Eaters, and after blowing away the wand in his hand, he also used the method of casting without a wand to kill two enemies...

He was forced to come to the hall by the enraged Death Eaters, and wantonly humiliated in front of the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic who had surrendered.

Cruciatus Curse, Imperius Curse, Skinning Curse...

All kinds of torturous tricks were performed on this man who was no longer young.

That man wailed and went crazy, but he never begged for mercy from the beginning to the end...

With a mocking look in his eyes, he despised everyone. Even though he was forced to show all kinds of ugly things, his soul was always proud, and he always looked down on everyone...

That kind of gaze is so dazzling to Death Eaters, especially Voldemort...

Finally, after experiencing cruel torture, he ushered in a relief

An exasperated killing curse...

Voldemort's own hands...

he died...

"...Minerva..."

"...Urquhart..."

"...farewell..."

"Do not!!!"

dong dong dong...

The hasty knock on the door sounded again, and the distraught Professor McGonagall moved to the door with difficulty, and gently opened the door she was looking forward to.

She has never looked forward to it like today, looking forward to opening the door, and what she can see is the figure she is familiar with...

However, her heart has clearly told her that she is afraid that she will never see the person she is looking forward to...

really...

"Professor McGonagall, urgent news, the Ministry of Magic has fallen!"

嗡

Professor McGonagall's body shook, and her face became more and more dazed. In an instant, she seemed to be ten years older, like a walking dead!

"Minerva! Take heart! The students still need our protection!"

"...students...to...students..."

Hearing Professor Flitwick's words, Professor McGonagall seemed to come back to his senses, a look flashed in his eyes, and his mouth murmured.

"...students...students...hoo!"

Taking a deep breath, Professor McGonagall seemed to have forgotten everything just now, and stood up straight, like a towering green pine, full of endless fighting spirit.

"Professor Flitwick! Immediately notify all the teachers and students, bring your own wands, and evacuate in an orderly manner. All professors will protect the safety of the students along the way!

Starting today, Hogwarts is closed!

Alert the house-elves, get your food ready, and get ready for a long struggle!

Everyone, pack light, bring nothing but wands, and be out of school before sunset!

understand! "

"Understood, but Minerva..."

"Professor Flitwick!"

Professor McGonagall stared at Professor Flitwick sternly with a stern face. The short Flitwick was actually a little bit numb at the sight of Professor McGonagall!

"No but! I will stay in the school and wait for Professor Dumbledore and Professor Gu Yi to come back! You guys! Execute immediately!"

Seeing Professor McGonagall's stare, Professor Flitwick did not raise any objection after all, nodded slightly, took a deep look at Professor McGonagall, turned and left.

Looking at the figure of Professor Flitwick leaving, Professor McGonagall turned around and returned to his desk as if nothing had happened, leaned on the desk, and continued to deal with his work.

It's like... nothing happened...

......

Chapter 5 Seventy

Puchi... Puchi...

The orange-red slime, with a somewhat dim light, slowly overflowed from the Book of Abraham and spread towards the drafty walls of Gaunt's old house.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wang Xuebin held the wand in both hands, lowered his head, and raised his head from time to time to observe the progress of the magic.

Whether it is magic alchemy or kung fu cultivation, at the end of the fight, what you fight is an idea, thinking, heart, vision, and a little bit of inspiration!

The same technique, in the hands of different people, will produce completely different effects, and sometimes it may even be very different!

It's like the same light, some people play lasers, some play flash bombs, some play ultraviolet rays, and some play Diga...

When the accumulation reaches the extreme, the idea becomes extremely important!

When a person's thinking begins to solidify, it is the beginning of his old age, ignoring new things, holding old ideas, and stubbornly thinking that this is the truth, the whole world...

Such things happen to everyone, and Wang Xuebin is no exception, although he has been avoiding this day.

Try to force yourself to accept new things, and try to study and broaden your horizons, not only to learn something, but also to keep yourself as young as possible.

Such is the case with alchemy.

"Professor Gu Yi..."

In the depths of the yew forest, Dumbledore slowly walked out with his hands behind his back, looked at Gaunt's old house, exhaled softly, and asked

"...Is it almost finished?"

Hearing the sound, Wang Xuebin was refreshed, collected the messy thoughts in his mind, looked up at the house, turned his head and said:

"It's ok...uh..."