"Bati, you're here!"
Bellatrix's husband, Rodolphus Lestrange, stood up from the ground and patted Barty on the shoulder. "The Dark Lord is still foresighted and allows you to act according to circumstances."
"Well, what's the situation with the master now?" Little Barty nodded and asked, "Can he deal with Dumbledore and Dracula alone?"
"Don't worry, the master has his own way to deal with them." Rodolphus Lestrange said enthusiastically, "On the contrary, it's time for us to settle accounts with those members of the Order of the Phoenix!"
After that, he smiled sinisterly and turned to look at Sirius, Tonks and the others.
With the addition of Barty Crouch Jr., the gap between the two sides that was about to be evened seems to have tilted towards the Death Eaters...
At this moment, Dracula's voice suddenly rang out beside the stone arch.
"Lucius, do it."
Without waiting for the Death Eaters to react, Lucius Malfoy pointed his wand at Rodolphus beside him at the fastest speed in his life.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Rodolphus's expression froze instantly, but the evil smile was still on his stiff face.
"Lucius, what are you doing?!" Bellatrix stared at Lucius in shock, and instantly raised her wand to point at him, "The traitor the master was talking about turned out to be you!"
She fiercely cast a killing curse at Lucius, which was filled with hatred, as if this was not her brother-in-law, but the enemy who killed her father.
Lucius rolled on the ground in a panic, avoiding the powerful Killing Curse that Bella had cast in anger, and then ran towards Sirius and the others with an anxious look on his face.
"One of us! Don't do anything, I'm one of us!" He shouted as he came to Sirius and gave him a flattering smile. "Sirius, Narcissa's cousin... Long time no see."
"Lucius, how could a scum like you come to us?" Sirius looked at him with disdain and asked, "I thought you felt very happy kneeling down to lick Voldemort's feet... I really don't understand why Professor Dracula would accept you."
Lucius laughed dryly twice, but in order to save his life, he still smiled apologetically and stood among the people of the Order of the Phoenix, making an expression that said, "I will never reconcile with Voldemort."
"Lucius, you are the traitor after all!"
Voldemort broke free from Dumbledore's water dungeon, and the water he raised fell to the ground with a "splash", soaking the uneven floor.
Then, in a rage, he shot a beam of green light at Lucius.
However, before the green light could extend far, it was knocked aside by another spell from Dumbledore.
"Your opponent is me, Voldemort." Dumbledore said solemnly.
Voldemort's face was gloomy and veins were throbbing. He seemed extremely angry at being betrayed.
Then, he suddenly turned his gaze to Harry, who was fighting alongside Sirius.
Dumbledore's expression, which had always been exceptionally calm, suddenly changed.
"Protect Harry!" he shouted urgently to Sirius.
For the first time, Dumbledore even sounded panicked.
Harry didn't understand why, but Sirius had already blocked him from behind and looked directly into Voldemort's eyes... but it was too late!
At that moment, Harry's scar exploded suddenly, and he even thought he was dead - it was an unimaginable pain, a pain that could never be erased.
From Sirius's perspective, he found that Harry's eyes suddenly changed. The emerald green color turned scarlet, and cold, dark, and angry emotions emerged uncontrollably from his eyes.
The next moment, Harry spoke, his tone and eyes were equally cold, gloomy and angry:
"Kill me now, Dumbledore..."
Harry struggled, his face turned extremely pale, his whole body twitched, and he fell to the ground uncoordinatedly.
Sirius quickly hugged Harry in his arms and looked at Dumbledore blankly and helplessly.
Harry was still speaking coldly: "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, then kill this boy..."
"Who are you? You... You are Voldemort?" Sirius looked a little flustered, and his tone was filled with strong anger. "Now! Get out of Harry's body!"
"Hahahaha... You can do it too, Blake. Kill him!" Harry's mouth opened and closed, still talking non-stop, "Don't you want to kill me very much? Come on now!"
Dumbledore ignored the provocative words that Voldemort controlled Harry to say, and walked slowly to Harry's side.
"Harry, can you hear me?" he whispered.
There was a hint of struggle in Harry's eyes, his eyeballs rolled up, and it seemed as if a different consciousness was trying to seize control of his body.
"Dumbledore, come and kill him... Professor, I'm fine... Boy, give up, your consciousness is far less powerful than mine... So what, this is my body..."
The two consciousnesses kept switching back and forth. Every inch of Harry's muscles was exerting force, and his arms and thighs were twitching constantly.
"Harry, stay focused, you can do it!" Dumbledore said seriously, "Drive Voldemort out of your mind!"
"Potter, think of happy things!" Dracula used one hand to control the power overflowing from behind the stone archway, and turned to Harry and said, "Aren't you very experienced? When facing Dementors, how did you clear away the misconceptions and hallucinations in your mind?"
Harry suddenly heard the voices of Dumbledore and Dracula, and his eyes gradually became firm.
"Get out of... get out of my body..." He used all his strength to touch the wand that fell to the ground and shouted:
"Expe!
!”
A dazzling silver stag leaped from the tip of the wand and flew into the air.
Harry's childish color turned back to clear green again. He kept gasping for breath and collapsed on Sirius' shoulder.
On the other side, Voldemort opened his eyes, looked at Harry with gritted teeth, and ordered the Death Eaters to retreat:
"Let's retreat!"
Then, a black mist enveloped the nearby Death Eaters.
The black fog dissipated, and Voldemort and the Death Eaters in the Hall of Death all disappeared.
At the stone archway, the dark grey curtains gradually calmed down and returned to their previous gently fluttering appearance.
Dracula retracted his wand and walked over to Dumbledore.
"Our plan seems to have failed." Dumbledore sighed, "Voldemort finally escaped."
"In fact, it's not a complete failure." Dracula held up his chin and looked at Riddle who was slumped on the steps in the distance. "At least we recovered another Horcrux... If Voldemort really split the soul into seven pieces, then we already have four pieces here."
"That's still a gain." Dumbledore nodded slowly and said softly, "By the way, can I take a look at the Horcrux ring I got from Voldemort?"
"It's just a ring, whatever you want." Dracula shrugged.
He waved to Riddle, who stood up with some regret and handed him the ring.
Dracula took the ring and handed it to Dumbledore. "Is there anything special about this thing?"
Dumbledore took the ring carefully in his hand, raised it to his eyes, and stared at it carefully.
His expression was gradually filled with complex emotions such as surprise, joy and nostalgia, and his eyes became gradually blurred.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be one of the three Deathly Hallows..." Dumbledore looked at the symbol of a triangle, a circle, and a vertical line superimposed on the black gemstone and said hoarsely, "This is the Resurrection Stone."
"Resurrection Stone?" Dracula became interested and glanced at the ring. "Is it the stone that killed Cadmus Peverell? Tsk tsk, only a fool would use such a boring thing."
"Ahem..." Dumbledore choked.
He really planned to wear the ring and meet his sister who had passed away a hundred years ago, to make up for the regret he had never forgotten that summer.
"Oh? From your expression, it seems there is a story." Dracula stared at Dumbledore with interest and said, "Do you have any idea to tell me about it?"
"These are all old stories. There is no need to talk about them." Dumbledore shook his head. "Professor Dracula will not be allowed to hear my jokes."
Dracula wanted to say a few more words of encouragement, but at this moment, a series of Aurors and Ministry of Magic officials arrived late and rushed out of the entrance of the Hall of Death in panic.
"There they are!" a man shouted, pointing at the mess on the floor of the Hall of the Dead. "I saw it, Mr. Fudge, I swear You-Know-Who is back!"
"I heard the noise when I came back from duty, and then I saw the mysterious man fighting with Dumbledore and the silver-haired man!"
"Are you sure about this, Williamson?" Fudge said hurriedly, panting as if he had just run a marathon, and wearing pajamas under his pinstriped cloak.
"Oh my God! Here... here... at the Ministry! Merlin... this is unbelievable! I mean... how could this happen?"
"If you go to the room next to the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," Dumbledore said, just changing the subject, "you will see that there are still several unconscious Death Eaters in the Hall of Prophecy and the Hall of Time, waiting for you to deal with them."
Fudge jumped up and down in shock, his slippered feet leaving the ground.
"Dumbledore! And Dracula!" Fudge was still panting. The moment he saw Dracula and Dumbledore in the Hall of Death, his face became very nervous. "You... You are here! I..."
He glanced wildly around at the Aurors he had brought with him, and it was obvious that he had shouted, almost without thinking, "Get them!"
"Tsk, it seems that becoming a vampire hasn't affected your ability to show off." Dracula saw through the poor human deformation on Fudge's face at a glance, and seeing the obvious low-level vampire characteristics on him, he couldn't help but sneer.
"You...what are you talking about! I don't understand!" Fudge's face turned red and he shouted loudly.
"It's okay. I'll wait for the day when you are exposed." Dracula said with interest, "I want to see how your subordinates will look at you then."
"Cornelly, I am ready to fight your people again, and I will definitely win again!" Then Dumbledore also spoke, "But, a few minutes ago, your men also saw with their own eyes the fact that I have always emphasized to you in this year-"
"Voldemort is back! You have been going in the wrong direction for the past twelve months. Now is the time for you to learn to use your brain!"
"I... I can't..." Fudge said angrily, looking around, as if hoping someone could tell him what to do.
Seeing that no one was willing to give him advice, he said, "Very good... Dawlish! Williamson! Go to the next room and see if the Death Eater he mentioned is there."
"Dumbledore, you will tell me what on earth...what on earth is going on tonight?" he added in a complaining tone, staring around at the floor.
The ground was full of potholes, full of traces of spell bombardment, and there were many water stains, almost up to the soles of the feet. Only the stone archway stood there intact, with the dark gray curtains fluttering silently.
"We can talk about this after I send Harry back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.
"Harry? Harry Potter?"
Fudge turned his head and stared at Harry, who was still lying in Sirius' arms, his mind still not recovered from being under Voldemort's control.
"He's... here?" Fudge asked, staring at Harry. "Why? What on earth is going on?"
"I will explain everything," said Dumbledore, "when Harry returns to school."
With a wave of his hand, he picked up a door lock that had been blown off the ground, pointed his wand at it and silently said, "Portus."
The door lock emitted a blue light and vibrated the floor loudly, and after a few seconds, it became motionless again.
"How could you do that on your own, Dumbledore?!" Fudge demanded loudly, "You don't have authorization to use the Portkey! You can't do that in front of the Ministry, you - you -"
Dumbledore gave Fudge a domineering look over his half-moon spectacles, and he immediately began to stutter.
"You are to issue an order for Dolores Umbridge to leave Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "Also, tell your Aurors to stop hiding the truth about Voldemort's return; I am going to give you..."
As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled out a magic watch with twelve hands from his pocket and took a look at it. "… I can spare half an hour tonight. I think we can talk about all the key issues that are happening here."
"Then I will return to my school. If you need any further help from me, of course, instead of coming to Hogwarts to find me, you can write to me and make it addressed to the headmaster."
Because of the Dumbledore's Army, Dumbledore was expelled from Hogwarts by Fudge, but at this moment, Fudge could only let Dumbledore take the lead and return to school to continue as his principal.
Fudge's eyes were wider than ever, his mouth was open, and his round face was flushed red beneath his matted gray hair.
"I...you..."
Dumbledore turned away and ignored him.
"Let's go, Professor Dracula." He said to Dracula, "We may need to discuss our next plan."
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