Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"I know! He's very angry now...it's so uncomfortable..." Harry grabbed the prophecy ball with one hand and covered his head with the other, crouched down in discomfort, and struggled to resist Voldemort's spiritual invasion Live, "Okay, I've successfully closed my brain."

"Good job!" Lockhart encouraged, but he didn't have time to be happy. A violent wave of magic power filled the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic, and it felt like this space was about to be torn apart.

"Someone wants to forcibly Apparate in, everyone!" Scrimgeour pulled out his wand and shouted nervously. Before he finished speaking, three tall, thin men in black masks carried a large Mist appeared in the hall. The head had a terrifying face like a snake, pale and haggard, and the scarlet eyes with slit-like pupils stared grimly at the people around them.

Voldemort dared to appear in front of this large group of Aurors, far exceeding Lockhart's expectations. After all, in the original book, he left in a hurry when the Aurors were about to enter the arena. Voldemort's wand fingers were held gracefully in his right hand, and the tip of the wand tapped casually on the palm of his left hand. It seems that he has no idea who to kill first. Behind him stood two Death Eaters who were not easy to deal with at first sight.

Lockhart stood stiffly, not daring to move. Everyone held their breath, only one-third of the people present had seen Voldemort in the last wizarding war, including the young Lockhart at the time, it was the experience of seeing Voldemort that scared him to the core, Resolutely decided to leave the Ministry of Magic. Of these, only Moody and Scrimgeour, oh, and Harry, had fought Voldemort head-on.

All the Aurors raised their wands and aimed at Voldemort and his party in the arena. Lockhart, Lupin, Black, and several other Orders of the Phoenix did not dare to make a sound and put their hands into their pockets, crushing the gift given by Dumbledore. A note, begging Dumbledore to come over quickly.

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"Looks like my poor servant has let me down again..." Voldemort walked slowly to the bundle of bound Death Eaters in the middle, where several young Aurors immediately backed away from him, "so that it was impossible to Won't you call me?"

"Master..." Barty lowered his head, not daring to look into Voldemort's eyes.

"Oops! I almost didn't notice..." Voldemort raised his head and looked around. "So many friends, old and new, come to welcome me! I'm so touched, what tricks should I play for everyone to see?"

Voldemort's presence of no one angered Moody, and he strode out: "Voldemort, how dare you come here, and die! Do it!"

As if receiving a signal, all the Aurors attacked at the same time, and Voldemort was almost overwhelmed by the plethora of spells. Two of Voldemort's men ducked aside, seemingly unprepared to help. But a moment later, Voldemort reappeared a few meters away - he was forced to move several meters away in an instant with the powerful anti-apparition magic of the Ministry of Magic. With this one hand, no one else could do it .

"Alastor Moody, I haven't seen you for more than ten years, and you are still—so presumptuous!" Voldemort said in a low voice, a violent white light flashed, and Moody raised his wand to block the attack, but he was still hit Exit to go several steps, almost can not stand. "—and you!"

Voldemort looked at the other Aurors present, waved his hand to block a few attacks, "It seems that I have to make you understand why I can be called the Dark Lord, and you are just pariahs!"

In this level of battle, unless both sides are exhausted, the Death Curse is almost impossible to make meritorious deeds. Voldemort had killed more than a dozen Aurors, and he knew that, so he didn't use the Death Curse. After he finished his lines arrogantly, he waved his wand smartly, and the magic power rolled around in the entire hall. All the Aurors who had attacked just now felt the white light shot, and then they were hit by a strong force. They took a few steps back, and their strength was slightly weaker. has been pushed to the ground.

Voldemort felt relaxed and at ease with no one here to fight him now.

Lockhart was thankful that he hadn't attacked just now, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to guarantee that he would still be standing at this time. He immediately pretended to be a teenage boy panic, hoping to not attract Voldemort's attention. The gap in strength is too great, and any courage is just empty words.

Seeing that no one continued to attack, Voldemort raised his wand with satisfaction: "Anthony, get out of here with those rice buckets."

Voldemort's performance shocked everyone present, even the bravest little Gryffindors who had always opened their mouths and dared not do much. In the face of Voldemort, the Minister of Magic is coming with several elite Aurors, and the striker department has also been dispatched. Every Auror is a precious resource, and now there is no need to be brave.

The two Death Eaters also loosened the ropes of several of the bound Death Eaters in the arena and led them away through the fireplace.

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"So, where's my prophecy?" Voldemort said softly, not looking at the Death Eaters, scanning the crowd with his scarlet, grim eyes, "Months of preparation, months of preparation. Work hard, the group of rice buckets under me will eventually have to let me come and get it myself!"

"This must be the last child of the Black family, Sirius Black!" Voldemort pretended to be surprised. "Your family is loyal to my cause, and I can't bear to do anything to you."

Under Voldemort's gaze, Sirius Black was sweating coldly, and he couldn't say a word, who was absolutely going to ridicule him according to his temper.

Voldemort didn't look at him all the time. After a glance, he saw Harry and the prophecy ball in Harry's hand.

"It turned out to be you... Potter, I'm not at all surprised." Voldemort said in a calm tone as if he was chatting with a friend, "You've been making trouble for me for a long time. So now you're giving the prophecy ball to What about me, or will I take it after I kill you?"

"Death won't give you either!" Harry replied without hesitation.

"Oh. Then you die, Avada!"

Harry didn't react at all. According to what he thought, he had to ask a few questions. He was also about to make a move of smashing the prophecy ball. His mind went blank at this point, and the wand was aimed at the floor, useless.

Lockhart was already prepared. He had no confidence that he could block Voldemort's attack with a spell, so the moment Voldemort finished saying "Go to hell." A stone flew in front of Harry, blocking the curse.