The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter five hundred and fiftieth change

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From Scrimgeour's perspective, he could clearly see the situation on the Hunter's side.

That's why Link's appearance of almost losing his strength just now couldn't escape Scrimgeour's eyes.

I'm afraid the continuous battle just now has made Link Foley unable to hold on, right?

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

This was the opportunity Scrimgeour had been waiting for.

A chance to get rid 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 former tranquility, right?

Thinking of this, Scrimgeour became uncontrollably excited.

He turned his head to look at the group of Aurors who were still looking at the high-temperature water vapor cloud in the distance with terrifying faces, and opened his mouth to issue an order to raid the Hunters.

However, at the next moment, the dense white mist that filled the sky suddenly enveloped their position.

After a long period of heat release, the surrounding fog is no longer hot, but warm and humid.

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

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

Scrimgeour keenly sensed something was wrong, and instinctively wanted to order to disperse the fog.

But alas, it was too late.

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

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

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

The whole process was extremely cruel, 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 camp finally came to their senses and began to wave their magic wands to disperse the clouds.

With the efforts of one after another whirlwind sweeping spell, the cloud and mist that filled the sky quickly dissipated.

It was not until then that Scrimgeour's body was finally discovered.

"Ah! Who did this!?"

The staff officer closest to Scrimgeour screamed hysterically with red eyes.

The Aurors around him looked at each other in blank dismay. After a while, one person stood up and said with an ugly expression:

"Looking at the situation, it seems...it seems to be scalded to death by those white mist..."

Before the visitor finished speaking, he was slapped away by the previous staff officer and scolded:

"Fart! Then why are you all okay, and Mr. Scrimgeour died alone?"

Hearing this, many Aurors lowered their heads in embarrassment.

Some Aurors surrounded Scrimgeour, roaring furiously.

If someone had observed carefully at this time, they would have found that the few roaring ones were basically old Aurors who followed Scrimgeour a long time ago.

But those who bowed their heads were all new Aurors who came in after expanding their enrollment.

Even some new Aurors, taking advantage of lowering their heads to cover up, are still secretly looking at the position of the hunters in the distance, with smiles on their faces.

There are many smart people among them.

Some conspiracy theorists even directly guessed the truth of the matter.

But they all kept silent.

After all, Scrimgeour had never been kind to them.

Scrimgeour's methods were simply too low.

To this day, he is still training recruits with the set of military training tactics used in the Second Wizarding War.

The brutal, almost crippling mode of wartime training has made many new Aurors resentful.

What's more, Scrimgeour and his staff team joined forces with the old Aurors to completely monopolize the promotion channels in the entire Auror army.

So... a different boss might 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 side of the Hunters, the commotion in the Auror camp naturally couldn't escape the eyes of Link and the others.

Seeing the Aurors who had been divided into two factions on the Auror position, Emily patted Link on the back and said:

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

"Indeed, he is more useful than I imagined." Link exited the meditation state, looked at the situation of the Auror position and said, "And the internal division of the Auror army is also quite serious. It seems that we will go back and receive the integrated Auror The office process is going to go smoother than previously anticipated. Batty Sr., Percy, it's your turn."

Hearing that old Batty and Percy knew each other immediately, the two went straight to the Auror position, ready to start asking about the situation, and snatch the command of the Auror troops from the hands of the Scrimgeour staff group.

In their minds, this will not be a difficult matter.

One must know that Scrimgeour's command within the Auror army is a cult of personality.

This kind of model can indeed maintain the loyalty of the troops to the commander to a great extent. It is through this model that Scrimgeour can resist the magic part, and even turn the Auror troops into his essentially private army.

But this personality cult model also has a huge drawback.

That is the death of the people!

Now, Scrimgeour is dead.

Then the tall buildings he built will naturally collapse.

Naturally, a small number of dead loyal to Scrimgeour would sacrifice their freedom and lives in this collapsed tall building.

But most of the people who used to work and live in this building were introduced into another building to continue their past lives.

"call!"

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

The magic power in his body has recovered nearly 30% under the crazy urging 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 the clouds away, let's open the blind box and see what kind of rewards God will give us."

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

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

Gradually, the clouds dissipated and became thinner and thinner.

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

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

The shadow was lying on the ground as a whole, it didn't look big, and it was slowly wriggling.

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

Voldemort!

Yes, Voldemort is still not dead.

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

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

A large amount of flesh and blood that had already been cooked had already fallen off, and the wrist joints, even the bones of the head and cheeks were exposed!

Voldemort, like a melted candle, has turned into a viscous blood man, wriggling slowly on the ground.

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

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

John and the others nodded in sympathy when they heard the words.

Voldemort's current injuries are enough to kill a normal person more than 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 about to die now." Link said indifferently, "Come on, let's send him to meet Death!"

After speaking, Link raised his wand first.

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

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

A large piece of light bullets suddenly lifted into the air, formed a dense net, and shot towards Voldemort.

In the eyes of the previous Voldemort, this kind of concentrated fire attack was not even a tickle. He could make these attacks disappear with just a wave of his wand at will.

But right now, his wand was burned by the heat, his limbs were melted, his eyes were steamed blind, and even his vocal cords were scalded.

Now he was wriggling on the ground like a baby born with a disability.

It seems to be aware of the imminent danger.

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

It seems to be whining, and it seems to be doing some kind of silent prayer and calling.

Looking at this scene, Dumbledore, who had been hiding in the darkness, sighed long.

The reason why he came here was actually because he was worried that there would be accidents in Link's battle, which would lead to large-scale casualties.

In this way, when it was a last resort, he could still save everyone's lives.

But the development of things has greatly exceeded his expectations.

Link, he actually did it!

"This is really... a frightening young man!"

Dumbledore sighed.

He also looked forward to Voldemort's demise.

But not in this form.

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

After all, this can 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 doesn't have the confidence or luck of young people like Link.

Killing Voldemort now would indeed gain more time.

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

You know, Voldemort has been dead for more than ten years.

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

But all these efforts did not change the final outcome.

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

This is another scary place for Voldemort.

The reason why he and Grindelwald are called the Dark Lord, and the reason why they can cause such huge damage to the entire magic world, is not just because of their powerful magic power, but because of their ability to deceive people.

In this world, there are always contradictions brought about by various classes, and these contradictions have given birth to misfortune.

And misfortune is the soil in which people like Voldemort live.

Dumbledore has been predictable.

After this death, Voldemort will turn into a ghost, constantly wandering the entire wizarding world, looking for those unfortunate people, and re-accumulating strength.

And when he returns next time, will Link and others, or the descendants of Link and others, really have the ability to completely destroy them?

Dumbledore was deeply skeptical.

In comparison, he still felt that the plan he made according to Trelawney's prophecy would be more suitable.

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

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

This can be regarded as an explanation from him to Snape.

It's a pity that this plan may not be implemented right now.

Although he disapproved of the actions of Link and others, he would not stop them either.

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

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

Now that Link's plan has succeeded, the next thing will be left to Link to handle.

The future belongs to young people.

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

Then they have to shoulder the responsibility themselves.

That's what Dumbledore was thinking at the moment.

However, before he could go far, his footsteps suddenly stopped.

As if he had noticed something, he turned around and looked into the air, his expression immediately became gloomy.

On the ceiling of the memory hall, a darkness is spreading at an extremely fast speed.

That is a kind of darkness that is more pure than darkness!

It is like a black hole, with a strange attraction, as long as anything gets close, it will be swallowed by it.

Including light, gaze, sound, warmth and even - magic power!

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

Not even the web of spells that struck Voldemort.

The weird darkness swallowed all those spells in just a moment.

Seeing this, a terrifying smile was outlined on Voldemort's broken face.

He raised his hands high, and let out a terrifying smile of 'ho ho ho' from his already scorched throat.

"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 at some point Link's body was covered with that layer of fog armor wrapped in complicated cloud patterns.

"Kret,"

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

boom--

The gas explosion sounded again.

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

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