stonecrandall Chapter 597 Voldemort Appears Again
Chapter 597 Voldemort Appears Again
Chapter 597 Voldemort Appears Again
Normally, Hogwarts prohibits any means that could allow someone to suddenly break in, such as Apparition, Portkeys, etc.
This also includes Fironet, of course.
But this doesn't mean there aren't fireplaces in the school that can use Floo Net.
The fireplaces in the auditorium and common room are definitely not suitable, but the one in the principal's office is, as is the fireplace in Professor McGonagall's office, which is also connected to the Floo Network, although it is rarely used under normal circumstances.
Umbridge's original plan was to gradually shut down these destabilizing factors, ensuring that only the fireplace in her office could connect to the outside world.
However, all of this can only be implemented after she comes out of the Room of Requirement—perhaps that day will come, if the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest are friendly enough.
Celen walked into Professor McGonagall's office.
The weather was already a bit hot in June, and most of the fireplaces in the castle had been extinguished.
But Professor McGonagall seemed to prefer warmer places, so there were still a few scattered flames in her fireplace.
That's good, it saves us from having to restart the engine.
Siren found a small box of Floo Powder in the corner, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled it into the fireplace.
The flames, which were almost extinguished, suddenly shot upwards and turned green.
"Are you sure you want to get involved?" Siren looked at Cedric again. "Let's put it this way, we might just step out of the fireplace and see Voldemort's horrible face."
Like most wizards, Cedric's eyes flashed with fear upon hearing the name Voldemort, and his legs trembled so badly that he had to hold onto the table next to him to avoid embarrassing himself.
"See? You've only heard a name—" Siren said.
"It's okay." Cedric raised his head, his tone firm. "It's just a bodily instinct, but I'm not afraid, and I won't regret it."
"Hey, I'm actually starting to like you a little," Fred said with a laugh, giving Cedric a hard pat on the shoulder.
"If you buy anything from Weasley's Wizard Witchcraft and Wizardry, we can give you a 50% discount," George said. "That's a discount even our dearest brother doesn't get."
Although Cedric felt he was unlikely to go to the so-called Weasley's Magical Tricks Studio, he still thanked the two of them.
Before Fred and George could say anything more, Hagrid pulled them aside.
Hagrid was eager to save Harry and couldn't wait any longer.
"Listen to me, none of you are allowed to go to the Ministry of Magic." He took all the Floo Powder, turned around, and looked at everyone with a serious expression.
"Listen, I'm not kidding, those Death Eaters could really kill you."
After saying that, he turned around and squeezed himself into the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and threw it down.
"Ministry of Magic!"
The flames grew larger again, and Hagrid spun around in them like a top before disappearing from sight.
"Oh no, he took all the Floo Powder!"
"We should have thought of that!"
Fred and George scratched their heads in frustration, then suddenly realized something and exclaimed, "There must be Floo Powder in Umbridge's office too!"
"I'll go get it right now!"
The two immediately tried to run away, but were quickly stopped by Xilun.
"Wait, no need." Xilun opened his hand and poured the glittering powder from his palm onto the table next to him.
He knew very well that Hagrid would not let them, the students, go to the dangerous Ministry of Magic, so when he caught Floo Powder earlier, he deliberately caught a few more.
This proved to be very useful.
"You—that's wonderful!" Fred said happily.
"But is this enough for the few of us?" George asked.
Xilun only grabbed a handful, not a large quantity, and there were four of them.
"It should be fine, we don't need much of this anyway," Siron said, dividing the Floo Powder on the table into four portions.
"So, who wants to go first?"
"I'll do it." Cedric stepped forward and grabbed a small handful of Floo Powder.
"If it's mysterious—I mean, Voldemort really is waiting at the fireplace door, I'll try to tell you before the passage closes."
"Come on," Fred said half-jokingly, "We're lucky if our Floo Powder doesn't get thrown into another furnace door, you think you can pass on a message?"
They watched Cedric walk into the fireplace and disappear like Hagrid.
Next came Fred, then George—
Siren stayed until the end.
After calling out the Ministry of Magic, Siron was sucked into a huge passage. Countless faint orbs of light flashed past his eyes; these were the furnace doors that connected to the Floo Network.
Finally, after a dizzying spin, a peculiar light appeared beneath Xilun's feet and grew larger and larger.
In a daze, Xilun seemed to hear a piercing laugh.
"Is this your method, Dumbledore, a half-breed bastard, and three clueless students?"
Do you think they can rescue Harry Potter from twenty Death Eaters?
Voldemort—Sirlen recognized that voice all too well. Just as he was thinking this, Sirlen felt his feet touch the ground again.
"Armor for protection!"
Siren immediately took out his wand and cast an armor spell on himself.
When he looked up again, he saw that the once majestic and solemn main hall of the Ministry of Magic had been completely destroyed.
In the center of the main hall, the statue symbolizing "magic is power" is long gone, and spiderweb-like cracks and traces of fire can be seen everywhere around it.
The ground was wet, and water from who-knows-where had soaked through my shoes.
Not far ahead, on either side of the statue, Dumbledore and Voldemort are pointing their wands at each other.
It looks like a major battle has just taken place here. Siren was right; Dumbledore does indeed know everything that happened here.
However, although he guessed correctly, the atmosphere here was a little strange.
"Avada Kedavra!"
With a furious roar, Xiren felt his hair stand on end, as if it were all screaming and sending him some kind of dangerous signal.
Before Xilun could react, he was lifted into the air again, spun around in mid-air, and landed lightly behind a half-fallen statue.
At the same time, a green light as thick as a baby's arm blasted the fireplace he had just emerged from to smithereens, sending rubble and ash flying everywhere, just like London in the early morning.
Faced with such a powerful killing curse, the armor curse he had just cast on himself was as ineffective as his robes.
"Damn it, how are you still alive!" Voldemort roared in exasperation. "Bellatrix, Malfoy, those two idiots failed again!"
"But it doesn't matter. Now that you're here, I'll kill you myself."
Voldemort twirled his wand, aiming it at Siron behind the statue.
"Don't even think about it." Dumbledore stepped forward and said calmly, "Tom, you can't kill anyone today."
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