Chapter 1134 The Lost Ministry of Magic

British Ministry of Magic, eighth basement floor, main hall.

Barty Crouch narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the sudden appearance of the uninvited guests.

The wizards who burst out of the fireplace in the green flames seemed to have no faces... No, he didn't realize it until the next second. Those wizards all wore hoods on their heads, and their faces were hidden under masks... Somehow, he had once

A very familiar costume for the wizarding community.

But... how is it possible...

On the other side, Kingsley pulled out his wand and pointed forward solemnly.

"Who are you?" he asked again.

At the same time, Tonks, who was sleeping on the table at the security desk, rubbed her eyes, raised her head sleepily to look at the black-robed wizards pouring out of the fireplace like a tide, yawned, and stood up to prepare.

He walked toward the crowd and said in a daze.

"You are back, Mr. Minister. Everything is safe in the Ministry of Magic. There is nothing-"

"Tonks! Be careful! Don't go there! Mr. Crouch, those are dark wizards!"

Before Tonks could regain her footing, Kingsley changed from the lazy and relaxed attitude he had shown when chatting with Barty Crouch before. With his free left hand, he quickly grabbed the confused newcomer's arm and roughly pulled her aside.

Go, while waving the wand in his hand, as if pulling something.

"Hey, what are you talking about-"

"Time is running out, kill the guards of the Ministry of Magic!"

Someone among the "uninvited guests" not far away said loudly and coldly.

A whooshing sound and two or three shrill shouts broke the silence of the hall.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Several intense rays of green light pierced Crouch and Tonks' eyes, and their sense of trembling and nausea instantly dispelled their drowsiness.

The two heard a dull crash directly in front of them, as if something exploded on the wall. A blurry black shadow appeared in front of everyone, separating the few green lights. Then, dazzling flames flashed across them.

Eyes flashing - it was only then that Barty Crouch realized what had happened: the uninvited guest in Dumbledore's warning appeared, but it was not a thief, but a crazy dark wizard!

If it weren't for the wooden table summoned by Kingsley to block the killing curse, they would have become corpses lying on the ground.

Barty Crouch hurriedly took out his wand and looked at the desperadoes who were killing people without warning with mixed horror and anger.

"Damn it, how dare you guys--"

"Powerful explosion! Thunderbolt explosion! Zoom in quickly! Continuous explosion!"

Before the no longer young former Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement could finish speaking, a series of clear incantations sounded.

A crimson curse beam rubbed Crouch's shoulder and shot towards the group of uninvited guests. The shock wave generated by the powerful explosion instantly shattered the burning wooden table, turning into a rain of fire and throwing it forward.

The fire and rain were also interspersed with countless crackling sounds like the explosion of firecrackers.

The eyes of the new Auror, who had been a little confused before, became clear, and his bubblegum-pink hair gradually turned into a hint of crimson in the flames.

The wand in her hand kept waving various spells, like a battle-experienced Auror, and she joined forces with Kingsley to cast spells, releasing four or five spells in a matter of seconds. With just two words

Human power temporarily suppressed the uninvited guests who had just stepped out of the fireplace.

"Back! Back! There are too many of them——"

Kingsley waved his arms like a windmill and shouted loudly at the two people beside him.

The group of pure gold statues standing in the center of the Fountain of the Magic Brothers in the foyer seemed to have come alive. They jumped off their bases one after another and stood in front of the three of them like guards. They crossed the golden door behind them, which led to the Ministry of Magic.

Interior of the central hub hall.

"Wait a minute, those files of mine..."

Barty Crouch glanced at the replies he had written all night not far away.

There were at least a dozen letters piled up there from various magical governments, including some work documents that he had not yet finished processing.

"Ignore those letters, it's important to survive now!"

Tonks said decisively, grabbing Barty Crouch's shoulders and pulling him towards the golden door at the back.

Just as Conkers was speaking, a magic spell flew from the distance and hit the place where Barty Crouch had been sitting. The raging flames swallowed up the area in an instant, and it seemed to be alive.

, gradually spreading towards the surrounding areas.

"Damn, are those guys crazy? They are actually casting fire spells here?! I really want to twist their heads off and stuff them into their butts-"

Tonks cursed angrily, and Barty Crouch, who saw the tough side of a witch for the first time, twitched the corners of his mouth. He retracted his previous prejudice against Miss Nymphadora - this witch is simply a natural born

Auror, fortunately she is usually in a state of energy conservation.

Barty Crouch was pushed by Tonks, half pushing and half running through the door and arrived at the central hub hall of the Ministry of Magic.

There are 21 elevators installed here, all blocked by exquisite golden fence doors.

Members of the Ministry of Magic usually rely on them to go up and down between floors. When Tonks and Crouch arrived, Kingsley, who arrived here one step ahead, had already pressed the buttons for all the elevators. Barty Crow

Qi saw that the numbers on the twenty-one elevators were all beating rapidly.

"Hey, Kingsley, did you see it? They actually cast a fire spell here!" Tonks still looked particularly indignant.

"Tonks, stop talking nonsense! You hurry up and try to destroy the door!"

On the other side, Kingsley Shacklebolt said in a deep voice, turning his head to look at Barty Crouch who was still a little confused and said quickly.

"Mr. Scrimgeour should still be patrolling somewhere upstairs. You can take the elevator up first and tell him what's going on below. The two of you will sound the alarm and evacuate the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. I will blow up the remaining elevators after you leave."

Ladder, and then leave with Tonks. After leaving, we will wait for you at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley! Hurry! Tonks and I may not be able to delay too long - "

"Powerful blast!"

boom!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The rest of Kingsley Shacklebolt's words were buried in a series of huge roars.

Amidst the loud noise that made people's ears ring, Barty Crouch watched blankly as the golden door in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic collapsed.

The red office areas hanging down on both sides of the golden door made a heartbreaking creaking sound, pressing towards the center. Broken stones, glass frames, and random doorways... He had never imagined that such a scene would appear in the Ministry of Magic.

.And Tonks's spell was still bombarding the surrounding environment. If he hadn't known that it was delaying the enemy, Barty Crouch would have even thought that she was sent by the opposite party to destroy the Ministry of Magic.

"Come on! Mr. Crouch——"

Panting, Tonks turned her head to look at Old Crouch, her face and hair were covered with dust.

"Although we don't know who they are, judging from the fact that they started killing people, no matter what their purpose is, we must not let them succeed too easily - you should quickly find Mr. Scrimgeour, he should have a way

Contact the minister and them!”

"They are...well, I get it!"

Crouch's mouth opened, and then he nodded vigorously with a solemn expression.

"Be careful and retreat as soon as possible after destroying the elevator. We will meet at the Leaky Cauldron later!"

There is no doubt that, just as Dumbledore warned in his roaring letter, this is a carefully planned conspiracy against the Ministry of Magic.

After losing most of the Auror force, the only thing they can do now is to delay the other side as much as possible and spread the news of the attack on the Ministry of Magic as soon as possible. It is a long journey from England to the Armenian forest, but if it is just

The return trip will be much faster.

Barty Crouch glanced at the expanding ruins, and the roars and explosions on the other side of the rubble barrier were endless.

He didn't know how many people were on the opposite side of the rubble pile. Anyway, the four of them definitely couldn't compete with them. When they evacuated the main hall just now, "Death Eaters" were still pouring out of the fireplace——

That's right, Barty Crouch almost guessed the other party's identity.

Maybe Kingsley and Tonks didn't recognize those costumes, but Barty Crouch was at least 98% sure that those people were Death Eaters!

As the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who directed the Aurors to resist and capture the forces of mysterious people, when he saw the hoods, masks, and the familiar figures of some of them, the "Death Eater" was disgusting.

The words immediately emerged from the depths of Crouch's memory.

He took one last look at the two young Aurors, took out a piece of paper from his arms, raised his wand and tapped it quickly.

"Barty Crouch, there is an urgent document for delivery. Rufus Scrimgeour, receive it."

The piece of parchment folded automatically and turned into a small paper airplane, which floated into the elevator.

Seeing this, Barty Crouch hurriedly followed. In order to cancel the owl messenger, the Ministry of Magic spent a lot of energy to come up with such a set of paper airplanes to replace magic, which can automatically travel back and forth in the Ministry of Magic. Unexpectedly, in the Ministry of Magic,

At this time, it actually serves a strange purpose.

…………

Behind the pile of rocks that Barty Crouch cannot see, the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

It was different from the vicious and crazy curse attack he imagined.

The "Death Eaters" who broke into the Ministry of Magic were cursing loudly while waving their wands to attack the surrounding fireplaces and walls, as if they were fighting to the death with invisible enemies. The living sculptures and Cornelius Fudge's giant
To be continued...