The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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From Scrimgeour's perspective, the situation on the hunter group can be clearly seen.

That's why Link barely escaped Scrimgeour's eyes just now.

I'm afraid Link Foley has already been unable to support the continuous battles just now, right?

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

This is the opportunity Scrimgeour has been waiting for for a long time.

A chance to get rid of the two malignant tumors of Voldemort and Link Foley at the same time!

Presumably, if these two cancers were eradicated at the same time, the entire Ministry of Magic and even the entire world of magic in the country would restore its former tranquility, right?

When he thought of this, Scrimgeour became excited uncontrollably.

He turned his head and looked at the Aurors who were still looking at the high-temperature water vapor cloud in the distance with horrifying faces, and opened his mouth to issue an order to attack the hunter group.

However, in the next moment, the dense white mist suddenly enveloped where they were.

After a long period of exothermic heat, the surrounding mist is no longer hot, but has become warm and humid.

Therefore, most of the Aurors did not 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 noticed something wrong, and instinctively wanted to order the fog to disperse.

But unfortunately, it was too late.

A white mist of almost the same color as the mist shot out from the mist, and entered Scrimgeour's forehead silently.

Scrimgeour's expression became extremely sluggish in an instant, his mouth opened slightly, and he fell backwards driven by inertia.

Before he landed, a surging heat emerged from his body, steaming his whole person instantly.

The whole process is extremely cruel, but it is 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 a magic wand to disperse the clouds.

With the efforts of the whirlwind sweeping spells, the clouds and mist in the sky quickly dissipated.

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

"Ah! Who did this!?"

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

The Aurors around him looked at each other, and it took a while for someone to stand up and said with ugly expressions:

"Looking at this situation, it seems... as if it was scalded to death by those white mist..."

Before he could finish his words, he was slapped away by the former staff officer and cursed:

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

Hearing this, many Aurors bowed their heads sadly.

Some Aurors surrounded Scrimgeour and roared furiously.

If someone observes carefully at this time, you can find that those few roaring are basically the old Aurors who followed Scrimgeour early.

And those who bow their heads are all New Aurors who have been recruited.

Even, some of the New Aurors took advantage of their bowing movements to cover up, still secretly looking at the hunter group's position in the distance, with a smile on their faces.

There is no shortage of smart people among them.

Some conspiracy theorists even guessed the truth directly.

But they all remained silent.

After all, Scrimgeour was definitely not good to them.

Scrimgeour's methods are too inferior.

To this day, he is still using the training strategy of the Second Wizarding War to train recruits.

That kind of cruel, almost disabled wartime training mode made many New Aurors dissatisfied with it.

What's more, Scrimgeour and his staff team combined with the old Aurors to completely monopolize the ascent channels within the entire Auror army.

So... it might be a better choice to change your boss.

At least they can have more chances if they reshuffle the cards?

...

Just as Scrimgeour could observe the situation on the Hunter's side, the riots on the Auror position naturally couldn't escape the eyes of Link and others.

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

"It looks like that guy named Sander should have succeeded."

"Indeed, he is more useful than I thought." Link retired from the meditative state, took a look at the situation of the Auror's position and said, "Moreover, the internal division of the Auror troops is quite serious. It seems that we are going back to accept the integration of the Auror. The office process will become smoother than previously expected. Old Barty, Percy, it's time for you to play."

Hearing that the old Barty and Percy understood immediately, the two went straight to the Auror position, ready to start inquiring about the situation, and snatched the command of the Auror from the Scrimgeour staff.

When they want to come, this will not be a difficult matter.

You should know that Scrimgeour's command within the Auror troops was a personality cult command.

Such a model can indeed maintain the loyalty of the troops to the commander to a great extent, and Scrimgeour is able to resist the magic part by relying on this model, and even turn the Auror troops into his actual private army.

But this model of personality worship also has a huge drawback.

That is the death of the government!

Now Scrimgeour is dead.

Then the ten thousand-foot tall buildings he built naturally collapsed.

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

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

"call!"

Soon after Percy and Old Batty left, Link finally took a long breath and got up and stood up.

The magic power in his body has been restored to nearly 30% under the crazy urge 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 mist, 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 rods, oppressing the diffuse mist and drifting into the distance.

Gradually, the clouds dissipated and became thinner and thinner.

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

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

This shadow as a whole was lying on the ground, not big, it was slowly creeping.

As the dense fog dissipated, Link and others finally saw the appearance of the shadow.

Voldemort!

Yes, Voldemort is still alive.

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

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

A large amount of already ripe flesh and blood has fallen off, and bones are even exposed everywhere in the wrist joints and even the skull and cheeks!

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

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

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

John and others nodded in sympathy.

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

This is beyond common sense!

"It doesn't matter, even if Voldemort is really a monster, he is nothing more than a monster that is about to die now." Link said coldly, "Let's go, let's send him to see Death!"

After that, Link took the lead in raising his wand.

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

Emily and the others and the hunters who saw this also stopped discussing the ‘alien’ Voldemort in front of them, and raised their wands one after another.

A large piece of light suddenly lifted into the sky, forming a dense net, and shooting towards Voldemort.

The fire-focused attack of this intensity was not even a tickling in the eyes of the previous Voldemort, and he would wave his wand at will to make these attacks disappear.

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

He is now like a born disabled baby, wriggling on the ground.

It seems to be aware of the coming danger.

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

It seems to be wailing, and it seems to be performing some kind of silent prayer and calling.

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

The reason why he came here was actually worried that Link’s battle would have an accident, which would cause widespread casualties.

When this is the last resort, he can still protect everyone's lives.

But the development of the matter greatly exceeded his expectations.

Link, actually did it!

"This is really... terrifying to the younger generation!"

Dumbledore said with emotion.

He also looked forward to the demise of Voldemort.

But not in this form.

Right now Voldemort's demise is only temporary, although many people, including Sirius and Link, believe that even temporary peace is better than keeping Voldemort alive.

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

But Dumbledore thought otherwise.

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

Killing Voldemort now can indeed gain more time.

But who can really guarantee that the next time Voldemort returns, he will be completely beheaded?

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

Neither the Ministry of Magic nor Dumbledore had given up on further strangling Death Eaters and Voldemort in the past ten years.

But all these efforts did not change the final outcome.

Voldemort was still resurrected, and within a very short period of time, a bunch of Death Eaters regrouped, restoring most of their power.

This is another terrible place of Voldemort.

The reason why he and Grindelwald were called the Dark Lord, and the reason they were able to cause such huge damage to the entire magic world, was not just because of their powerful magic power, but because of their deceptive ability.

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

Unfortunately, it is the soil where people like Voldemort live.

Dumbledore could already predict it.

After this death, Voldemort will be transformed into a ghost, wandering throughout the magic world, looking for those unfortunate people, and re-gathering strength.

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

Dumbledore doubted this deeply.

In contrast, he still felt that his plan based on Trelawney's prediction would be more appropriate.

Although the implementation of this plan will lead to many deaths, 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 could be regarded as an explanation from him to Snape.

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

Although he did not approve of Link and others' approach, he would not stop it either.

Thinking about this, Dumbledore turned around silently, and walked awkwardly towards the passage, preparing to leave the memory hall.

Behind him, countless curse light flares swayed and landed on Voldemort's head.

Now that Link's plan has been successful~www.readwn.com~, then the next thing is to be handled by Link.

The future belongs to young people.

Since they didn't choose the path that their old man gave them.

Then they have to take the responsibility themselves.

This is Dumbledore's thinking at the moment.

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

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

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

That is a kind of darkness more pure than darkness!

It is like a black hole with a weird attraction. Anything close to it will be swallowed by it.

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

With a touch of darkness gradually covering the entire memory hall, everything disappeared.

Even the curse nets that hit Voldemort are no exception.

The weird darkness was just a rushing room, swallowing all those spells.

A terrifying smile was drawn on Voldemort's broken face.

He held his hands high, and the horrible smile of ‘ho **** ho’ came from the already hot throat.

"Lin... Link!"

Emily stammered calling her fiancé's name.

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

But when she turned her head to look around, she realized that Link was covered with that layer of mist armor wrapped in complicated cloud patterns at some point.

"Kled,"

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

boom--

The air explosion sounded again.

When Emily and others recovered, they realized that Link had rushed out again.

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