The Alchemist of Harry Potter

"It seems that the situation over there is not very good."

After confirming again and again that Voldemort had left, Dumbledore turned his head to speak to Albert, completely ignoring the fact that the other party just threw the Avadasa Life Curse at Voldemort.

"Not very good, the reinforcements from the Death Eaters arrived first, and the number exceeded expectations, and the reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic have not arrived yet. Scrimgeour probably won't hold on for too long." Albert did not hide it. It's not surprising that Lido guessed why he was here.

We're all smart people, there's really no need to beat around the bush, it's just annoying.

Finally, glancing at the messy battlefield around him, Dumbledore summoned Phoenix Fox and asked him to take the two to the manor.

When the two rushed over, the wedding scene was a mess.

Even if they had taken Fuling, the Aurors had suffered casualties in the fierce battle.

After all, the Flux can only stimulate the potential of the Aurors and improve their abilities, not make them invincible.

Thanks to them being battle-hardened Aurors with solid foundations and outstanding abilities, otherwise more people would have died. If they were ordinary Hogwarts students, they would probably have been wiped out before Albert came back.

At this moment, Scrimgeour was planning to lead someone to retreat to the manor, waiting for Albert's reinforcements.

This could be regarded as a retreat for them by Albert. Once the situation became uncontrollable, Albert promised to help them clean up the mess. That's one of the reasons Scrimgeour readily agreed, almost helping them think things through.

Before the Aurors retreated into the manor and continued to defend, they noticed that there were fireworks blooming above the sky, and the sparks that burst out sprinkled like a shower, covering most of the battlefield. Those who were hit by the rain of sparks stopped and covered their heads with their hands. Shake vigorously.

The effect of the stun spell came into play, and the less resistant enemy staggered and fell to the ground.

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield gradually fell into silence, and people looked up at the fireworks that exploded in the sky, and they all realized that there was something wrong with the thing in the sky.

A vortex of gold and red suddenly appeared in the villa, and Albert, Dumbledore and Fox appeared in the hall out of thin air.

When they walked towards the open door, they saw the Aurors fleeing in embarrassment. They were retreating to the villa while defending against the crazy attacking dark wizards.

"Dumbledore!"

I don't know who was screaming loudly.

"That's fake, it's a fake!" a Death Eater shouted to boost morale.

Fearlessly shot a black magic at Dumbledore, which was easily caught by Dumbledore who raised his wand, and quickly pushed back.

The whole person was blown away by the spell and passed out directly.

Albert waved his wand, causing a large explosion in an instant, directly blowing up the enemies who were chasing the Aurors, giving the Aurors time to breathe.

However, the explosion did not stop the giant, these rough-skinned guys resisted the explosion, waved their weapons, and saw that they were about to smash an Auror into flesh.

When the Auror instinctively dodged to the side, a magic swept over his head, directly severing the giant's raised arms, and a large amount of blood splattered on the Auror, when he rolled on the ground. , When he got up again, he was startled by the rumbling noise around him, and the body of a headless giant fell nearby.

The originally noisy battlefield suddenly fell into a dead silence. Whether it was the dark wizard, the werewolf, the giant, or the Death Eater, they were all stunned by the two people who came out of the hall.

Albert didn't care what other people thought, looked up at the sky, waved his wand to summon the Patronus, and let it drive away the Dementors floating above the manor.This chapter is updated by N(o)vᴇl(F)ire

"That's fake, don't be fooled, besiege them and kill them with the Killing Curse!" a Death Eater yelled at the crowd, but he was ignored.

fake?

It doesn't look fake anyway.

The presence of Dumbledore here basically means that the Dark Lord has been repelled. As long as his mind is normal, he should know that he will not run now, and he will really not be able to run away later.

I don't know who started it. The guys who originally attacked the manor can't wait to have two more legs and run towards the periphery of the manor. They hate the group of guys who use the forbidden apparition.

When Scrimgeour saw the enemy retreat, he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief, and shouted to the Aurors: "Chase, don't let those **** escape, if you can leave one more."

After Scrimgeour finished shouting at the Aurors, he turned his head to Albert and Dumbledore and said, "You come to help too, it's best to keep them all, and the magic world will usher in peace for a long time. ."

"Cover this area with a stun spell." Albert suggested. He knew that Dumbledore probably wouldn't kill him, so he suggested a more reliable solution, which was also the most suitable solution at present.

There is no way, whoever makes too many enemies, they can't catch them at all.

Putting it all down might be a good solution!

Dumbledore nodded in agreement, which also made Scrimgeour heave a sigh of relief. He was really worried that Dumbledore would not be willing to help, and he would have missed this good opportunity to seriously injure the minions of the Mysterious Man, let alone seize more minions of the Mysterious Man. The more beneficial it is to serve as Minister of Magic.

Albert and Dumbledore raised their wands and continuously fired stun spells towards the sky. The red spells were like fireworks that burst out, and the sparks shrouded the entire manor. The guys who were escaping fell one by one.

"If possible, it's better to keep the giants," Scrimgeour said through gritted teeth. If it weren't for the giants, the Ministry of Magic would never have suffered as many casualties as they are now.

Albert didn't care about Scrimgeour's words, he was still casting magic.

In just a few minutes, all the wizards who were able to resist the stun spell escaped from the manor and disappeared, and the rest fainted.

There is no doubt that the battle is over and the Ministry of Magic is finally victorious.

Albert put down his wand, looked at the manor shrouded in red sparks, turned his head to Scrimgeour and said, "Okay, I have to go, and I have to deal with tomorrow's wedding. I believe the Ministry of Magic can handle the problem here."

"Professor, don't forget the wedding tomorrow."

Albert winked at Dumbledore, bent down and picked up a piece of wood, turned it into a portkey, and disappeared.

"What are you going to do with it?"

Dumbledore looked in the direction of Albert's departure and turned to Scrimgeour.

"Those escaped, vicious Death Eaters, I intend to execute them on the spot in accordance with the laws of the Ministry of Magic, in order to avoid other changes. The remaining guys will be thrown into Azkaban prison after being judged by the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour's His voice was as cold as a piece of ice, and there was nothing he could do. Several Aurors had died. It would be **** if he was in a good mood.

"If there is a place suspected of being controlled by the Imperius Curse, we will use Veritaserum, and after confirming that he is forced, we will set aside a place in the St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to detain these prisoners who need treatment."

Dumbledore was silent, Albert's proposal to Scrimgeour was just within Dumbledore's acceptable range.

In fact, Scrimgeour really wanted to kill all the **** in front of him, rather than throw them in Azkaban.

However, there must be a process of legal trial, so that the authority of the Ministry of Magic can be re-established, at least when Scrimgeour is elected Minister of Magic, he can gain greater authority in a short period of time.

As for the excuse for killing them, Albert had already found it for Scrimgeour, that is, Azkaban Prison is no longer safe, and the mysterious man may rob the prison again at any time. One hundred and one hundred, lest they be released by Voldemort again.

I believe that as long as the Wizengamore members are a little sensible, they will not be naive to think that the group of scumbags should be given a chance.

The Aurors who had just experienced a hard battle also started to get busy. First of all, they needed to confirm the casualties of their colleagues, and some Aurors needed to receive medical treatment.

"I'll help you go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." Dumbledore didn't agree with Scrimgeour's approach, but he knew in his heart that he couldn't persuade him to give up, so he found an excuse to leave.

Out of sight is the best way.

Tonks also left with Dumbledore. She needs to go to the Ministry of Magic to mobilize people to help deal with the problems here.

As for the others, they started sweeping the battlefield and using stun spells on the group of fainted captives to ensure that they would not wake up in a short period of time.

"A total of eleven Death Eaters are left." Gardwin's depressed mood finally improved, and reported to Scrimgeour: "Five of them are dead, four are seriously injured, and two are slightly injured."

Scrimgeour glanced at the Death Eater whose mask had been removed, and whispered his name, "August Rookwood."

The next second, Scrimgeour suddenly raised his wand and used Avadazom on August Rookwood's corpse.

The green light of death suddenly lit up, startling the surrounding Aurors.

"August Rookwood is dead," Kingsley reminded quickly.

"Who knows? I just need to make sure he doesn't get up and fight us." Scrimgeour said nonchalantly. "Come on, take off their masks and let's see who else we know."

The surrounding Aurors looked at each other, but no one would criticize Scrimgeour's actions. One of the Aurors bent down and took off the mask of a Death Eater.

"Antonin Dolokhov," someone exclaimed.

"This guy still has breath, he's really lucky, but his luck seems to end here." After Scrimgeour motioned for the Auror to move away, he gave the dying Antonin Dolohov directly. An Avada life.

Antonin Dolokhov, who was still breathing, was utterly farting.

"Next."

Gardwin glanced at Scrimgeour, bent down, took off the mask of another Death Eater, and whispered his name: "Gibbon."

Scrimgeour raised his wand. "An old acquaintance again."

"He's dead," Kingsley reminded after checking.

"Who knows?"

"Let me do it."

Gadwin raised his wand and uttered an Avada Throwing Charm on Gibbon's corpse.

"Travers!" Kingsley said through gritted teeth, taking off a Death Eater's mask.

"Your acquaintance?" Scrimgeour asked, turning his head.

"He murdered the McKinnons in the last war." Kingsley was furious, and his relationship with the McKinnons was actually pretty good.

"If you want revenge, he's going to die anyway." Scrimgeour made a gesture of invitation.

Kingsley hesitated, but raised his wand and used Avada to kill the badly wounded Travers.

"Don't be merciful, or you may be killed next moment." Scrimgeour taught the surrounding Aurors, "Don't expect your enemies to be merciful."

As he spoke, he also bent down and took off the mask of another Death Eater, and called out his name softly: "Lucius Malfoy, look, another old acquaintance."

"Wait for Scrimgeour." Gardwin suddenly stopped Scrimgeour from casting a spell to kill Lucius Malfoy.

"What's wrong?" Scrimgeour asked suspiciously.

"Several colleagues were seriously injured and even died, and their families needed a consolation payment," Gadwin suggested.

The Ministry of Magic does not care about consolation money, because Aurors are paid very high, and this high-risk benefit directly throws most of the Ministry of Magic employees' salaries out of sight.

Scrimgeour was silent, for a total of nine fell, seven of whom were dead, the other two were seriously wounded and unconscious, and many other Aurors were injured.

"If the Malfoys are willing to pay a hefty fine, we'd better sentence him to Azkaban for life, rather than kill him outright," Gadwin suggested.

This is actually the solution they discussed repeatedly. The Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic actually doesn't have much money. If you want the Auror to work hard, you must come up with a certain amount of money.

As long as you are smart, you will know that Azkaban is sentenced to life imprisonment, which is much better than being killed directly by the Aurors.

After all, in prison, there is still a chance to come out.

It's not the first time that Voldemort has taken prison.

If you are directly killed, you will not even have a chance.

"Well, if he wants to, I don't mind." Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Before that, we need to use Veritaserum to interrogate this group of scum, and those who do evil must die."

The conversation between the two did not shy away from the other Aurors around, and it was mainly to see how they reacted.

There is no doubt that this proposal has been approved by everyone.

This is a disguised extortion.

In the past, even if the Death Eaters were caught, they would not be killed directly.

Said to kill the Death Eaters, in fact, it was only Scrimgeour's order, and Gardwin was only helping them to benefit. Those Auror families who sacrificed could get a compensation, and those who were seriously injured and hospitalized could get subsidies. Be more comfortable.

Of course, there is another reason.

Scrimgeour intends to bribe Ministry employees and buy them Defence Against the Dark Arts items, all of which need Galleons, and the Ministry of Magic can provide some, but someone must help with most of the Galleons, and the Death Eaters are a good money bag , anyway, they are very rich, they are allowed to spend money to save their lives, but the special treatment given to them, others do not have this opportunity.

Of course, this also allowed Gardwin to sit firmly in the position of the head of the Auror office. A leader who was willing to consider for his subordinates was always loved.

"Take off their masks and let's see if the lucky ones survive."

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