The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 550

From Scrimgeour's perspective, you can clearly see the situation on the hunter group's side.

Therefore, the way Link almost lost his strength just now could not escape Scrimgeour's eyes.

The continuous battle just now probably made Link Foley unable to hold on anymore, right?

Not only that, the entire hunter group of the Foley family also suffered heavy losses!

This was the opportunity Scrimgeour had been waiting for so long.

An opportunity to get rid of the two cancers of Voldemort and Link Foley at the same time!

Presumably if these two cancers are eradicated at the same time, the entire Ministry of Magic, and even the entire magical world of the country, will return to its previous tranquility, right?

When he thought of this, Scrimgeour became uncontrollably excited.

He turned to look at the group of Aurors beside him, who were still looking at the high-temperature water vapor clouds in the distance with horrifying expressions, and opened his mouth to issue an order to attack the hunter group.

However, at the next moment, the thick white mist that filled the sky suddenly enveloped their location.

After a long period of heat release, these outer fogs are no longer hot, but have become warm and moist.

Therefore, most of the Aurors didn't pay attention. Instead, they enjoyed the comfort brought by the mist, as if they were in a sauna.

The entire Auror position became hazy in a short time, and everyone's vision was almost obscured by the fog.

Scrimgeour was keenly aware of something amiss, and instinctively wanted to order the fog to be dispelled.

But alas, it was too late.

A white mist that was almost the same color as the mist shot out of the mist and silently penetrated Scrimgeour's forehead.

Scrimgeour's expression instantly became extremely dull, his mouth opened slightly, and he fell backwards driven by inertia.

Before he even landed, a surge of heat emerged from his body, steaming his whole body instantly.

The whole process was cruel and unusual, but it was exactly the same as the previous victims who were attacked by high-temperature water vapor.

After a while, someone on the Auror position finally reacted and began to wave their wands to disperse the clouds.

With the efforts of the whirlwind cleaning spells, the clouds and fog in the sky quickly dissipated.

It was only then that Scrimgeour's body was finally discovered.

"Ah! Who did this!?"

The staff officer closest to Scrimgeour stared at a pair of red eyes and screamed hysterically.

The Aurors around him looked at each other in confusion. After a while, someone stood up and said with an ugly expression:

"Looking at this situation, it seems...it seems like it was burned to death by the white mist..."

Before the visitor could finish speaking, he was slapped by the previous staff officer and sent away, cursing:

"Fart! Then how come you are all fine and Mr. Scrimgeour is the only one who dies?"

Hearing this, many Aurors lowered their heads sadly.

Some Aurors gathered around Scrimgeour, roaring angrily.

If anyone observed carefully at this time, they would find that the few roaring ones were basically the old Aurors who had been following Scrimgeour for a long time.

But those with their heads lowered were all new Aurors who had come in through recruitment expansion.

In fact, some of the new Aurors took advantage of their lowered heads to secretly look at the Hunter Regiment's position in the distance with smiles on their faces.

There are many smart people among them.

Some conspiracy theorists have even guessed the truth.

But they all remained silent.

After all, Scrimgeour was definitely not nice to them.

Scrimgeour's methods are really despicable.

To this day, he is still using the same training strategies from the Second Wizarding War to train new recruits.

The cruel, almost disabling wartime training model made many new Aurors dissatisfied with it.

What's more, Scrimgeour and his staff teamed up with the veteran Aurors to completely monopolize the promotion channels within the entire Auror force.

So... changing the boss may be a better choice.

At least if they reshuffle the cards, they will have more opportunities, right?

……

Just as Scrimgeour was able to observe the situation on the hunter group's side, the commotion on the Auror position could not escape the eyes of Link and others.

Looking at the Aurors who had been divided into two groups on the Auror position, Emily patted Link on the back and said:

"It seems that the guy named Xander should have succeeded."

"Indeed, he is more useful than I thought." Link exited the meditation state, took a look at the situation of the Auror position and said, "And the internal divisions in the Auror force are also quite serious. It seems that we will go back to accept and integrate the Aurors. The process in the office is going to go smoother than previously thought. Old Barty, Percy, it's your turn."

After hearing this, old Barty and Percy immediately understood, and they went straight to the Auror position, ready to start asking about the situation, and to seize the command of the Auror troops from Scrimgeour's staff.

In their opinion, this would not be a difficult matter.

You must know that Scrimgeour exercises a personality cult-style command within the Auror force.

Such a model can indeed maintain the loyalty of the troops to the commander to a great extent. It is by relying on this model that Scrimgeour can compete with the magic department and even turn the Auror troops into his virtual private army.

But this personality cult model also has a huge drawback.

That is the death of the people and the rest of the government!

Now, Scrimgeour is dead.

Then the tall buildings he built will naturally collapse.

Naturally, there will be a small number of martyrs who were loyal to Scrimgeour in this collapsed high-rise building and sacrificed their freedom and lives.

But most of the people who once worked and lived in this building were led into another building to continue their past lives.

"call!"

Not long after Percy and Barty Sr. left, Link finally took a deep breath and stood up.

The magic power in his body has been restored to nearly [-]% by the crazy stimulation of the potion. Although this level is already very low, it is enough to support a not too fierce battle.

"It's time to blow away the clouds and fog, let's open the blind box and see what kind of reward God will give us."

Link gave the order, and a dozen hunters immediately stepped forward and raised their wands.

A gust of wind suddenly spurted out from the tips of their staffs, forcing the diffuse mist to float into the distance.

Gradually, the clouds and fog dissipated and became thinner and thinner.

In contrast, Link and others also tightly grasped the wands in their hands.

The next moment, a hazy shadow appeared in the thick fog.

This shadow was lying on the ground as a whole. It didn't look very big, and it was slowly squirming.

As the thick fog dissipated, Link and others finally saw the shadow clearly.

Voldemort!

Yes, Voldemort is still not dead.

But at this moment, he didn't look much different from dead.

His entire lower body had long since disappeared, and the only remaining upper body had become miserable due to the previous ultra-high temperature.

A large amount of already ripe flesh and blood has fallen off, and white bones are even exposed on the wrist joints and even on the head and cheeks!

Voldemort, like a melted candle, had turned into a sticky bloody man, slowly squirming on the ground.

As the warm fog was blown away, Voldemort seemed to feel the cold, and slowly curled up into a ball, trembling continuously.

"He...he's not dead yet?" Cedric said with a pale face, "What a monster!"

John and others also nodded in sympathy after hearing this.

Voldemort's current injuries would be enough for a normal person to die a dozen times, but Voldemort is still alive.

This is simply beyond common sense!

"It doesn't matter. Even if Voldemort is really a monster, he is just a monster that is about to die." Link said coldly, "Let's go, let's send him to meet the God of Death!"

After saying this, Link took the lead in raising his wand.

A group of bright light bullets shot out suddenly, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

Upon seeing this, Emily, the others, and the hunters also stopped discussing the 'alien' Voldemort in front of them, and raised their wands one after another.

A large swath of light bombs suddenly rose into the air, formed a dense net, and shot towards Voldemort.

In the eyes of the previous Voldemort, concentrated fire attacks of this intensity were not even considered scratches. He could make these attacks disappear with just a wave of his wand.

But now, his wand was burned by the high temperature, his limbs were dissolved, his eyes were steamed blind, and even his vocal cords were completely burned.

Now he was squirming on the ground as if he were a born disabled baby.

It seemed that he was aware of the coming danger.

Voldemort struggled to prop up his upper body with his bony arms, raised his head, and shouted silently at the dark ceiling.

It seemed to be whining, and it seemed to be carrying out some kind of silent prayer and call.

Looking at this scene, Dumbledore, who had been hiding in the darkness, let out a long sigh.

The reason why he came here was actually because he was worried that something might go wrong in Link's battle, resulting in widespread casualties.

When push comes to shove, he can still take action to save everyone's lives.

But the development of things greatly exceeded his expectation.

Link actually did it!

"This is really... a terrifying life!"

Dumbledore sighed.

He also longed for Voldemort's demise.

But not in this form.

At the moment, Voldemort's demise is only temporary, although many people, including Sirius and Link, believe that even temporary peace is much better than continuing to let Voldemort survive in the world.

After all, this would buy them more time to prepare for the complete elimination of Voldemort.

But Dumbledore didn't think so.

As an old man who has lived for more than a century, he does not have the confidence or luck of young people like Link.

Killing Voldemort now can indeed gain more time.

But who can really guarantee that Voldemort will be completely killed when he returns next time?

You know, Voldemort died more than ten years ago.

In the past ten years, neither the Ministry of Magic nor Dumbledore has given up on further strangulating the Death Eaters and Voldemort.

But all these efforts did not change the final outcome.

Voldemort was resurrected, and within a very short period of time he had regrouped a bunch of Death Eaters and restored most of his power.

This is another scary thing about Voldemort.

The reason why he and Grindelwald are called the Dark Lord, and the reason why they can cause so much harm to the entire magical world, is not just because of their powerful magic, but because of their ability to confuse people.

There are always contradictions brought about by various classes in this world, and these contradictions give rise to misfortune.

And misfortune is the soil for people like Voldemort to survive.

Dumbledore had been predictable.

After this death, Voldemort will turn into a ghost, constantly wandering throughout the magical world, looking for those unfortunate people, and regaining his strength.

And when he returns next time, will Link and others, or the descendants of Link and others, really be able to completely destroy him?

Dumbledore doubted this.

In comparison, he still felt that the plan he made based on Trelawny's prophecy would be more suitable.

Although the implementation of this plan will lead to the death of many people, at least it can eliminate the threat posed by Voldemort once and for all.

Not only that, this plan can save Harry's life.

This can be regarded as his explanation to Snape.

Unfortunately, this plan may not be implemented at the moment.

Although he disapproved of what Link and others were doing, he would not stop it.

After thinking about this, Dumbledore turned around silently and staggered towards the passage, preparing to leave the Hall of Memory.

Behind him, countless magic light bullets swayed and landed on Voldemort's head.

Now that Link's plan has been successful, the next thing must be left to Link to handle.

The future belongs to young people.

Since they didn't choose the path that the old man chose for them.

Then they have to take responsibility themselves.

That's what Dumbledore was thinking at the moment.

However, before he had gone very far, his steps suddenly stopped.

He suddenly turned around and looked into the sky as if he noticed something, and his expression immediately became gloomy.

On the ceiling of the Memory Hall, a darkness was spreading at an extremely fast speed.

That is a kind of darkness that is purer than darkness!

It is like a black hole, with a strange attraction. Anything that comes close will be swallowed by it.

Including light, sight, sound, warmth and even - magic!

As a touch of darkness gradually enveloped the entire memory hall, everything disappeared.

Even the magic webs that attacked Voldemort were no exception.

The weird darkness swallowed up all those curses in just one breath.

Upon seeing this, a terrifying smile appeared on Voldemort's broken face.

He raised his hands high, and a terrifying smile of "ho ho ho" came out of his throat that had been burned for a long time.

"Lin... Link!"

Emily stuttered and called her fiancé's name.

The darkness in front of her made her feel extremely uneasy.

But when she turned her head to look, she found that Link had been covered with a layer of mist armor with complicated cloud patterns at some point.

"Kled,"

Link called expressionlessly, "Take Emily out of here. As for the remaining people, cover me!"

boom--

The sound of gas explosions sounded again.

When Emily and others came back to their senses, they discovered that Link had rushed out again.