Harry Potter’s Defense Professor

"Joe Hudson, put away your food! Louise Mountbatten, if you die because you dare not cast powerful spells on your enemies, you won't be killed in the line of duty!" Gardwin Roba Z added: "Nikita Petrov, put away your Muggle weapons! Are you going to shoot a Dementor!"

"My gun has killed a lot of dark wizards!" Although he argued discontentedly, Nikita did the same as the other Aurors who were named. The broom flies towards the designated area.

"The rest, get on the broom and come with me to protect Mr. Minister!"

Almost everyone was covered with anti-curse hats, and Lockhart was not recognized by Mr. Minister, otherwise he would definitely have to greet him briefly from his parents.

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"Are we going to exterminate the Dementors?" Minister Fudge took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He and a few high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic were standing on a huge and stable flying carpet, which had been banned because it was easy to be seen by Muggles, but it was still acceptable for leaders to use it.

Scrimgeour stood beside the Minister grimly, pale under the luminescence. "Why, Mr. Minister, this thing has caused you so much trouble, and you are softening at this time?"

"Ah, no..." The minister shook his head, "It's just, I'm just depressed, why has this kind of big thing been happening since I took office?"

"If you don't think you're fit for a big job, you can resign when your term expires." Dumbledore also floated down and stood beside the minister.

"Dumbledore, why are you wearing a hood?" Scrimgeour asked in surprise, "I don't think a hood can hide the fact that you, the greatest white wizard of all time, are involved in this war to exterminate a creature. "

"Hey, I think everyone got one, so I got one too, is there a problem?" Dumbledore was also surprised, "and I don't think we can exterminate the Dementors this time, you can't. Count on all the dementors in this world to be in this valley at this time."

"Just let them be severely damaged," Scrimgeour said coldly. "After the war, it's not too late to toss slowly. Every race in history that has been ordered to be exterminated by a wizard, even if it is as powerful as an elves, has Gone, and the Dementors are no exception."

At this time, the dementors hidden under the valley have been forced out, and the dark, seemingly thousands of dementors are like a large cloud of ink. There are big and small, and they are driven by hundreds of wizards to fly everywhere, but they dare not fly out of this enchantment.

The number of dementors is far higher than that of wizards, but the purpose of the wizards this time is very clear, and they have done a lot of preparation and training to deal with them. The dementors wailed and tried to resist, but whether it was to lower the surrounding temperature or to absorb the souls of the wizards, they all ended in failure.

In the sky above the valley and on the mountains surrounding the valley, the hundreds of wizards who were watching also summoned their patron saints and rushed into the dementors below the valley.

"Ah, the temperature has dropped so much..." Dumbledore said easily, waved his wand and used a warming spell to forcibly heat the temperature around him to about minus five degrees. "Dementor, what a magical creature."

"Don't be sentimental, Albus." Moody also took off his hood and stood beside him, so old and so famous that even the minister had to nod to him. "According to the muggles, we are destroying biodiversity, ahaha."

"At the same time, it also accelerates global warming..." who added.

"Yes, yes, yes! There is also this statement," Moody was very excited, "but I personally feel warmer and more comfortable. Albus, don't always think about not leaving any bad records in history, I'm anyway. Proud to be a part of this operation. I'd rather have my children and grandchildren scold me for participating in the extermination of a creature,

Don't want them to face this evil and dangerous ghost again. "

At this time, the battle in the valley was going on fiercely, and there were red, blue and green lights blown out by spells everywhere, the silver light of the patron saint and the dark shadow of the dementors. For the wizards of the Magical Creatures Control Division, the Dementors were not a big threat, but the sporadic Death Eaters were very dangerous, but fortunately there were Aurors watching.

A desperate Death Eater flew toward Lockhart on a broom. Moody drew his wand and gave it to him. The Death Eater screamed and fell off his broom, into the darkness. Moody's speed of casting spells is a skill that Lockhart has been eyeing for many years. Moody's attack speed is used to capture almost half of Azkaban's dark wizards alive. And other ordinary Aurors still often kill criminals on the spot when handling cases. Even after so many years of practice, they still can't compare to him - Lockhart didn't even raise his wand, and Moody had already started to attack.

"Will You-Know-Who come," Fudge asked uneasily. "If he comes, what should I do?"

"I bet a pound of cockroaches and Voldemort won't come," Dumbledore said happily, and Fudge shrank nervously at Voldemort's name. "I understand him. He is probably thinking angrily at this time about how to retaliate against the person in charge of this operation. He will never struggle whether he will come or not, and he will not put himself in danger."

"Hmph, coward." Moody snorted disdainfully.

"So, who is in charge of our operation this time?" Scrimgeour suddenly asked the question, "There is no doubt that whoever bears this name will be accompanied by great glory, controversy, and of course danger... …”

Dumbledore turned his head and glanced at Fudge, who shook his head, indicating that he was definitely not a standout.

"Isn't Mr. Dumbledore the right person." Scrimgeour suggested maliciously, "I guess you are not afraid of the revenge of the You-Know-Who at all."

"Of course Albus isn't afraid of revenge from You-Know-Who," Moody put down his wand-holding hand and shook his head, "but You-Know-Who will never believe that he planned this action, or we'll leave everything to Albus. If you don't think about it, don't you just sit back and relax?"

"I also don't think I have the talent to plan this operation. There is no doubt that the person who came up with this idea is far superior to this little bit of cleverness of mine." Dumbledore said modestly, "But we can't let a young girl take on Voldemort's wrath..."

"But the person responsible for this must be a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" said Scrimgeour without flinching. "Having anyone from the Ministry claim to be the mastermind of this operation will get him into trouble and danger, After all, we're going to be in the public eye often!"

Moody frowned in dissatisfaction, but Scrimgeour was right, this matter was indeed more appropriate for someone from the Order of the Phoenix, and he made eye contact with Dumbledore uneasily, only to see that Dumbledore was already A confident look.