Chapter 290 288 King vs King

Chapter 290 288. King vs. King

The time Jon dived into the ice pit was, to be precise, 9 o'clock in the evening according to the London time zone.

It's just that because it is covered by the extreme daylight at the extreme point, there is no difference between day and night for him.

But for the wizards in France, the situation is very different.

It was definitely an extremely difficult night for the employees of the French Ministry of Magic.

After that group of "rebels" occupied all areas except Paris, the French Ministry of Magic began to implement the highest alert state, and every pure-blood councilor did not dare to leave this underground square for a moment.

Not only that, there are also many pure-blood wizards gathered here who actively responded to the pure-blood policy as soon as it was promulgated.

Most of them escaped in panic before Wu Pingxian occupied their city, avoiding the fate of being liquidated, but they could only hide in the French Ministry of Magic and live in fear all day long.

All Aurors in France are required to be on standby at the Ministry of Magic 24 hours a day, and those support Aurors with unknown origins who only speak pure British-accented English but never French are also guarding the Ministry of Magic in France. .

This was the final bottom line that Voldemort had drawn for them. The rest of France could be thrown away, but Paris could not fall into Dumbledore's hands.

Both Voldemort and Dumbledore clearly understood what it would mean if all of France was occupied by the Witch Level Line.

If the nearly ten years of exile in the Hogwarts carriage belonged to Dumbledore's strategic defense, then after winning the victory in the reformatory, the organization led by Dumbledore has entered a strategic parity with Voldemort. situation.

Once all of France is lost, it means that Voldemort is gone, and even his prestige in the UK will be greatly shaken, leading to Dumbledore's strategic offensive.

Therefore, whether or not Paris can be defended is of great significance to Voldemort. It is the bridgehead for his attempt to rule the entire Europe, and it is also the starting point for him to spread his ambition fangs.

Likewise, whether Paris can be liberated is also extremely important to Dumbledore.

This would not only completely damage Voldemort's personal reputation, but also shake the theory of superiority that is the basis of bloodline rule, directly shake the foundation of his rule, and lay the groundwork for the next attack on the British mainland.

Therefore, this group of pure-blood wizards in France are still holding on to the Ministry of Magic, and the wizards on the witch flat line have not stopped attacking.

On the night of March 29, at nine o'clock, there was an explosion at the only entrance to the Ministry of Magic, causing everyone stationed here to panic.

The violent vibrations caused the entire ground to tremble, and every floor in the French Ministry of Magic was shaking. Broken stones and dust were scattered everywhere.

This sound of movement reminded many French wizards of that night half a year ago.

It was just a few days after Voldemort was announced as Minister of Magic. At midnight, which was even darker than tonight, seven white-robed wizards blew up half of the Ministry of Magic with their own lives.

That night was also such a turbulent one, but that night not only shocked the purebloods at the determination of these "Mudbloods" to fight to the death, but it was also the beginning of Voldemort's establishment of his absolute authority.

That power was so powerful that people didn't even dare to look up to him. Every pureblood who decided to side with him at that time did not feel that there would be any obstacle to the implementation of the bloodline policy in France.

The situation was indeed like this at the beginning. Everything was obviously developing in a good direction.

But why now, people like them who are supposed to be aloof are hiding in "burrows" like mice?

Such a huge difference between before and after is unacceptable to every pureblood who escaped here.

But no matter what emotions they felt at this time, after the loud siren sounded, everyone hurriedly gathered towards the location of the Wizarding Court Tribunal, which was designated as a wartime refuge.

Most of the Aurors from the French Ministry of Magic were already guarding the entrance.

Each of them held the wand in their hands, swallowing nervously, looking at the entrance occupied by thick dust. In fact, they had already anticipated the current situation before.

After the victory at the Correctional Institution, the wizards on the level line never stopped invading France. Under the leadership of Dumbledore, the French Ministry of Magic continued to shrink its defenses, and now only the Ministry of Magic is left. This is the only island.

So in fact, everyone expected that a situation like today would happen, but when Dumbledore and his people actually appeared in front of them, the psychological pressure it caused could not be relieved by thinking in advance.

The dust gradually dispersed, and countless wizards in white robes stood at the blown-out entrance.

And in front of everyone was Dumbledore himself.

He held an ordinary cherry wood wand in his hand, and looked at the French Aurors blocking them with a calm expression.

"I think that if you are generous enough and willing to put down the magic wand in your hands, then perhaps this war that should not have happened can be resolved. What do you think?"

His words made the Aurors' palms become sweaty as they held their wands, but no one was shaken at all.

The Aurors who could finally defend the Ministry of Magic must be the diehards of pure blood. They had already done some things that "pure blood" should do during Voldemort's rule.

And such things could not be forgiven by the wizards of the wizarding horizon. If they resisted, they would have a great chance of death, but if they surrendered, they would be 100% sure to die!

So, the first spell was recited by an extremely nervous Auror, and a pale green light suddenly flashed at the tip of his wand!

"Avada So..."

"Boom!"

But behind Dumbledore, the wizards of the wizarding horizon reacted faster than him!

No one recited the spell at all. Although the power of the blasting spell under the silent spell was reduced, the effect of the countless spells gathered together was far beyond the imagination of normal people!

There was a fierce confrontation between the blazing flames and the armor spell lit on the Aurors!

Countless teeth-grinding voices rang out, and the terrifying explosion effect forced most of the Aurors to retreat without being able to bear the pressure.

Even if they had no intention of surrendering, they would not risk their lives to defend the Ministry of Magic. Everyone had little hope that they could defend the Ministry of Magic alone.

Just as Voldemort could suppress everyone's resistance with his personal strength, in his absence, Dumbledore alone was enough to suppress the entire French Ministry of Magic in terms of mentality and strength.

Once there were signs of complete loss here, these Aurors would not hesitate to take their families and flee France to other places in the world, even to live with giants or even trolls in those uninhabited valleys. They would never return to France in their lives.

Of course, the reason why they did not flee immediately was because they still had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, a glimmer of hope that Voldemort would not easily give up France and would definitely stand up again!

That is, with this hope, they fought and retreated, relying on the complex terrain of the Ministry of Magic to fight street battles with the wizards of the wizarding horizon.

The wizards of the wizarding horizon could not directly blow up the entire Ministry of Magic.

They are not a terrorist organization. Once the Ministry of Magic underground is completely blown up, it will inevitably directly affect Paris on the ground. At that time, it will not be a matter that can be solved by a few forgetfulness spells.

And they also have to prepare for what will happen after occupying the entire French territory. The French Ministry of Magic must be reorganized. The people in the current Ministry of Magic can be killed, but other things must be preserved as much as possible.

Because occupying France is not the final victory, they still need to rely on the feedback from the land of France to liberate the British Isles.

Because the battle between wizards has become extremely fierce, but because of Dumbledore's existence, the Wizarding Line has always had an absolute upper hand.

The Aurors guarding the Ministry of Magic kept retreating, and finally retreated to the courtroom where all the wizards who did not participate in the war gathered.

Until now, Voldemort has not shown any signs of appearing. Even those who had eyes before could see that there were only a few supporting Aurors from Britain left here, and most of them had disappeared.

It was as if Voldemort had completely given up on them after that failure and dared not appear in front of Dumbledore again.

Just like that, the Aurors retreated into the courtroom, and the wizards of the Witch Horizon raised their wands together, aiming at everyone in the hall.

Dumbledore's face remained calm. In fact, he did not fight many times in this battle. Most of the time, he just rescued a few wizards from the Killing Curse, but even so, he brought great deterrence to the Aurors.

The Aurors and the wizards of the Witch Horizon confronted each other in this courtroom full of sin and punishment.

Those pale-faced pure-blood wizards who were close to each other were like a group of prisoners in shackles about to be read out for their crimes. They looked at the wizards of the Witch Horizon with firm faces and moving forward step by step in fear.

But suddenly, Dumbledore stopped.

Behind him, the people following him also stopped.

The air suddenly became quiet, with only soft sobs, nervous breathing, and swallowing sounds mixed together.

"Riddle, since you are here, why didn't you come out to see me earlier?"

Dumbledore's voice echoed in the courtroom.

After hearing the surname he called, most of the wizards on the wizarding horizon looked gloomy, while the pure-blood wizards in France looked blank, as if they had never heard of this person with a surname that couldn't be more ordinary.

"Because I enjoy this feeling, Dumbledore."

A faint voice came from behind the French pure-bloods, and they all looked back and made way for a passage, so that everyone behind Dumbledore could see the young man sitting on the chair with one hand supporting his face.

His appearance seemed to be fixed on this handsome face forever, and even the years that could wear away everything could not leave any mark on it.

Voldemort was still the same, his eyes were cold and his face was calm but mixed with cruelty, staring straight at Dumbledore who was more than ten meters away from him.

"Pawns against soldiers, kings against kings. Just like wizard chess, everyone has set up their positions, and people of the same status should be opponents with people he can look at on an equal footing."

After seeing him, all the purebloods' originally fearful hearts turned into ecstasy.

They didn't want to give up everything they had in France, whether it was status or power, and now the only thing that could ensure that they could have all of these was the man in front of them.

Even though this man had failed once not long ago, his reputation had spread for decades. As long as he stood in front of Dumbledore again, there would still be people who had great hopes for him.

Just like Dumbledore would continue to believe in him after his failure on the Astronomy Tower.

People looked at the two people facing each other. Their appearances were very different in age, but they carried the beliefs of different groups.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, and his blue eyes seemed to be examining something, and seemed to be making some kind of consideration.

And Voldemort did not avoid Dumbledore's gaze. He was completely different from himself who had fallen from the sky like a black meteor and returned to the French Ministry of Magic to suppress those double-minded wizards.

"I feel like I'm back to my old self, right?"

Voldemort's face showed an intriguing smile. He casually held the magic wand with Fawkes' phoenix tail feathers as the core between his index and middle fingers, as if this was not a battlefield filled with gunpowder, but a celebration dinner.

Dumbledore frowned slightly. He could see that Voldemort was not a coward. He had indeed gotten rid of his previous state and returned to his heyday.

This was very strange. Regarding Voldemort's soul problem, Jon naturally told Dumbledore that the influence that was obviously from the soul was not easy to get rid of.

But Voldemort's current state was not possible to be false. Moreover, based on Dumbledore's understanding of him, if he had not recovered to normal, he would not have the courage to reappear here.

It is only possible that some unknown things happened, which made Voldemort recover so quickly.

But whether he has completely recovered in this state or is just temporarily holding on, this is unknown based on the current appearance.

But whether it is permanent or temporary, Voldemort's recovery of strength is real, which makes the current situation stagnant.

Dumbledore raised his wand first, his face still as calm as water.

"Since there is no way to study the process in detail, let's look at the result."