Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"He's... escaped?"

"I think so."

"So, we won?"

"It should be like this."

Mike answered Arthur's question expressionlessly, and at the same time, he also stepped forward to pick up the two silver swords, and threw the one belonging to Arthur at Arthur.

"Wuhu!" Arthur took the sword with an excited smile on his face, "Mike, don't worry at all, Voldemort looks like that, and we won't know who killed whom when we meet next time! "

This time Mike didn't answer Arthur's words, just nodded and turned his attention to the direction of the entrance to the brain hall behind him.

There, there were nearly a hundred Aurors standing there, and at the forefront of the team were Fudge, the current Minister of Magic, and Scrimgeour, the current head of the Auror's office.

The countless golden chains were shot by these Aurors at the critical moment just now. From this, it can be seen that these Aurors are not incompetent.

Fudge, who used to be calm and calm in the past, looked like a frustrated alcoholic at the moment. I saw him slumped on the ground in a mess, his suit and tie were crooked, and his feet were still slippers. At first glance, he came from home. , which can also be seen from his messy hairstyle.

The most important thing is that, as the highest officer of the Ministry of Magic in the country, Fudge at this moment turned out to be horrified, and he was still muttering something.

The appearance of the supreme leader obviously made the Aurors behind him also uneasy. The serious discipline and quality in the past disappeared from them this time. At this time, they were whispering with a sad face.

Maybe they felt that their volume was very low, but the combination of the voices of nearly a hundred people turned the originally quiet brain hall into a noisy vegetable market.

If this were normal, Scrimgeour, the highest Auror commander, would have come out to stop them long ago.

But this time Scrimgeour said nothing, just stood there with his head bowed.

Mike walked slowly towards the crowd with Arthur, and finally heard Fudge's words clearly.

"Why? Why is he back?"

"How dare he do that?"

"It's over, it's over!"

"Merlin! Why are you doing this!"

...

Looking at Fudge with dull eyes, Mike shook his head.

Now Fudge finally got out of the state of hiding his ears and stealing bells to see the truth, but this truth seems to have exceeded his upper limit of tolerance, so he has become what he is today.

And seeing Mike coming, Scrimgeour on the side also raised his head.

He didn't seem to want Mike to see the shameful scene of his own minister, so he stepped forward and grabbed Fudge's hand and wanted to pull him up.

However, at this time, Fudge, who was lost and weighed more than 200 kilograms, could not be pulled up by himself.

After failing several times, he finally gave up on this idea, and when he turned his head, he found that the Aurors behind him had already become a mess, and his face suddenly turned dark.

"All stand for me!"

Scrimgeour's words made the Aurors silent for a while. Seeing this, Scrimgeour's expression became better. He glared at Mike, took a long breath and said:

"Go and catch me the remnants of the Death Eaters,

I temporarily grant you unlimited firepower and unforgivable spells! "

"As ordered! Sir!"

After a loud and tidy cry, the Aurors scattered and left the brain hall, but looking at the lost expressions on their faces, Mike doubted how much of their fighting courage was left.

At this time, the panting Dumbledore finally came to Mike.

I saw him reach out and pat Mike's shoulder lightly, with a warm smile on his face, and said:

"well done."

Mike didn't answer, and the expression on his face darkened even more.

He felt that Dumbledore was sarcastic when he said this, because the orb of prophecy ended up in Voldemort's hands, even though it was Mike's intention.

"I'm serious, Mike." Seemingly aware that Mike had misunderstood what he meant, Dumbledore continued, "In that case, I would also use the Prophecy Ball for Black. After all, compared to life, A small piece of information is not worth mentioning at all."

Mike nodded, but still didn't speak.

Seeing this, Dumbledore stopped talking, but turned to look at Fudge, who was in a state of embarrassment on the ground.

"Fudge? Fudge? Are you all right?"

Dumbledore seemed to have used some kind of magic spell, and Fudge, who had just lost his mind and ignored him, shuddered and came to his senses after hearing his words.

The sober Fudge suddenly reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's hand, and at the same time, large drops of crystal tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Dumbledore! Dumbledore! He's back! The man is back!" Fudge whimpered, trembling, "Merlin! I should have believed you sooner! What should I do now? Oh! That's right! Harry! Potter! Go to Harry Potter, if he can beat Voldemort once, he must beat him twice! Quick! Quick..."

"Calm down, Fudge." Dumbledore patted Fudge's hand helplessly for comfort. "We can't always rely on a child. In the face of an enemy like Voldemort, we adults always have to work hard."

As soon as Dumbledore said Voldemort's name, Fudge's body shook violently, and he covered his ears, pretending that he hadn't heard the terrible name.

Scrimgeour on the side couldn't take it any longer. He looked at Fudge with contempt, and turned to Dumbledore and said:

"Dumbledore, you have seen the situation now. In order to fight Voldemort, I will gather all the forces of the Ministry of Magic, but this also requires your support."

"What do you need me to do?"

"I need you to hand over Harry Potter."

As soon as these words came out, not only Dumbledore, but even Mike's brows furrowed.

It's just that Scrimgeour apparently didn't care, and he continued:

"I also know something about that prophecy. I firmly believe that Harry Potter must have the power to defeat Voldemort. So, I think you should..."

"Needless to say!" Dumbledore said with a serious face, "I will not allow you to do those excessive things to that child! Besides, since you know the prophecy, you should know that Voldemort's primary attack target is next. It will be that kid! And you obviously don't have the ability to protect him, as you can see from what happened tonight."

Dumbledore's words annoyed Scrimgeour enough, but what Dumbledore said also made sense. The most important thing was that Scrimgeour couldn't beat Dumbledore.

So, in front of everyone's eyes, Scrimgeour nodded angrily and limped out of the brain hall. Before leaving, he didn't even have the interest to take a look at Fudge!

Sighing, Dumbledore turned to Mike and said:

"You go too, boys. Don't forget you have exams tomorrow."

"Understood." Mike said and walked towards the exit with Arthur, but halfway through, he seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly turned his head and said, "Dumbledore."

Dumbledore, who was looking down at Fudge's condition, raised his head and asked suspiciously:

"What's wrong?"

"Wait for me at the same place tomorrow night, I have something very important to tell you."

Dumbledore looked at Mike for a while, and when he saw Mike's serious face, he nodded and said:

"Understood, you should go back early."

...

In the Hall of Prediction, Harry and Hermione and other members of the da Army didn't look good.

At this time, the tidy and solemn Hall of Prophecy had been turned into ruins. All the prophecies and memories that the Ministry of Magic had collected for thousands of years were almost destroyed after this battle. Harry believed that if the silent people saw such a scene Must be very sad.

But this is not the reason for their low mood at this moment.

Harry turned his head worriedly, and saw that in the ruins of the Prophecy Hall at this time, the Los Santos wizarding force was facing the Aurors.

Both sides pulled out their wands, and the tension at the scene worried Harry.

In the corner not far away, Benjamin and Franklin were talking to a middle-aged man who looked like a lion.

Both of them looked anxious, and Harry guessed that they must be explaining to the middle-aged man that the Los Santos Wizarding Force was a legitimate organization, but it was clear that the middle-aged man didn't intend to ignore them.

"Arrest them!"

Hearing that the middle-aged man raised his arms, all the Aurors started to move. They quickly changed their formations, the light of the magic spell flickered on their wands, and the scene was about to get out of control.

Harry felt that he was in a terrible mood. He really couldn't figure out why these idiots from the Ministry of Magic were planning to fight internally at this time. Can't we all cooperate well to deal with Voldemort?

And just when the scene was about to get out of control, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone, Harry's frowning brow finally stretched, and he shouted excitedly:

"Mike! Arthur!"

As soon as these words came out, the Wizards of Los Santos and the Aurors all turned their heads to look at the two figures. After confirming that they were indeed Mike and Arthur, all the members of the Wizards of Los Santos immediately put down their hands. , and the Aurors on the opposite side also looked at their boss when they saw it.

In the brain hall just now, they saw with their own eyes that these two men pierced Voldemort's chest with sharp swords. They didn't intend to offend such a ruthless man.

In front of everyone's eyes, Mike and Arthur walked up to Scrimgeour without anyone else, ignoring Franklin's cheering shouts, and looked at Scrimgeour expressionlessly.

At this time, Scrimgeour's face was terrifyingly black. He gritted his teeth and was about to say something when he heard Mike say in a cold tone without the slightest warmth:

"I suggest not to be impulsive, otherwise the consequences are not something you can afford."

"Are you threatening me?"

"That's right," Mike said blankly, "you can understand that."

After saying that, Mike didn't even look at Scrimgeour, turned his head and led the crowd back to the Da Army crowd.

"Mike, you've come at such a good time! Those Aurors have been arresting us all, and they want to capture Harry, they must be..."

Hearing Franklin's long-winded words, Mike waved his hand impatiently, which made him shut up.

At this time, Harry and the others finally gathered around.

At this time, Harry and the others had excited smiles on their faces, and even Blake, who was rescued, was no exception, although because of the scars on his face, he was uglier than crying when he laughed.

"Hey, Blake, are you all right?"

"Me? What can I do? This little injury is nothing to me! Are you right? Harry!" The smile on his face instantly turned into a death grin.

Seeing this, everyone burst into laughter, only Harry wanted to take off Blake's clothes and help him check the injury.

In front of everyone's eyes, Blake dared to show his wounds to everyone. He waved his hands and said no, but Harry was too enthusiastic. In the end, Blake could only cast his eyes on Mike for help.

Shaking his head, Mike smiled and said:

"Don't mess with Harry, we're going back, and we'll have to take the exam in a while."

As soon as this remark came out, the laughter and laughter came to an abrupt end. The events tonight were too big, which caused many of them to forget about the exam. Now that Mike brought it up again, everyone felt bad.

Hermione was the most anxious among them. She screamed and rushed out of the team, as if to urge Mike to send her back.

But when he saw Mike's combat uniform that had almost turned into a piece of coke, the expression on his face immediately froze.

"God! Are you hurt?"

As she spoke, she pulled up Mike's shirt just like Harry just now.

"Oh, I'm fine, I'm fine." Mike hurriedly pulled away Hermione's little hand, "It's going to be dawn soon, everyone hurry up and go back!"

After saying that, four house-elves suddenly appeared around Mike. Under Mike's instruction, they rushed into the crowd and began to send the students back to Hogwarts.

Although very reluctant, Harry and Hermione were eventually sent back.

And it wasn't until all the students left that the smiles on Black and Mike's faces were finally replaced by a dignified look.

"I heard that that person also appeared." Black looked at Mike's almost completely scrapped combat uniform, "It's not easy."

Mike, who was directing the retreat of the Los Santos wizards, was stunned for a moment when he heard the words, and after a long silence, he said lightly:

"It will be more difficult next time."

"You're right. But we're going to keep fighting, right?"

"I know what you're worried about, Blake. Don't worry, I won't give up unless I have to." Mike said blankly, "Okay, it's almost time, we should go too."

After that, Mike pulled Black to Shuke and put his hand on Shuke's shoulder.

"Thank you, Mike."

Before leaving, Blake said so.