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Harry looked like he was about to fall off the chair from exhaustion.

Snape, who had been hiding in the corner, appeared out of nowhere and hugged Harry tightly.

He glanced at the dazed Harry with a complicated expression.

"He is now..."

"It's alright. Just drink some energy potions and get plenty of rest for the next few days," Lin Bei said, looking at Dumbledore.

"The prophecy orb. I think we should know Voldemort's purpose now."

“The Ministry of Magic!” Dumbledore said solemnly.

Meanwhile, in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

The place is in complete chaos.

Several Aurors were already lying stiffly on the ground.

These pampered Ministry of Magic officials, who usually dared to bully ordinary wizards, stared warily at the several figures dressed in black robes in front of them.

"Damn it, those Death Eaters, how dare they!"

"Boom boom boom!"

"Someone's trying to Apparate in! Everyone be careful!" Sandor, a patrolling Auror, gripped his wand tightly and loudly warned his colleagues.

The words have not yet fallen.

Three tall, thin people wearing black masks appeared in the hall, accompanied by a large cloud of mist.

The leader had a lewd look on his face, was bald, and had a rat-like face and a pointed nose.

She carefully held a swaddled baby in her arms.

More than a decade later, Voldemort reappeared here in a high-profile manner, in front of a large group of Ministry of Magic officials.

All the Aurors raised their wands and aimed them at Pettigrew and his group, who were at the center of the arena.

"It seems my poor servant has disappointed me once again." Voldemort stretched out his deformed, tiny arm and controlled Pettigrew to walk slowly towards the Death Eaters who had previously led the attack on the Ministry of Magic.

Upon seeing this, the Death Eaters there immediately retreated away from him, while showing expressions of anticipation.

"Master..." Barty lowered his head, not daring to look at Voldemort at all.

Because at this moment, Voldemort was as weak as a deformed, aborted baby picked up from a school toilet.

"Oh dear! I almost didn't notice..." Voldemort peeked out with difficulty and looked around. "So many old and new friends have come to welcome me! I'm so touched. What kind of trick should I perform for them?"

Dumbledore and Lin Bei's figures appeared from the side.

Lin Bei looked at Voldemort with a strange expression, "By the way, is our little Tom still breastfeeding?"

A hint of ferocity suddenly appeared on Voldemort's wrinkled face, and his small, vacant eyes glared fiercely at Lin Bei.

"Albus Dumbledore, it's been over ten years. How come you're still alive? Are you still clinging to power?"

Our poor Fudge has been hoping you'd die soon!

"If you don't die soon, he's going to be fired."

"Voldemort said in a low voice."

At the same time, a beam of red light suddenly shot out.

Dumbledore raised the Elder Wand in his hand and blocked the attack.

However, he was still knocked back several steps and almost lost his footing.

Dumbledore frowned as he looked at the person who had attacked him with the Imperius Curse, and it took him a long time to recognize him.

"Peter Pettigrew?!"

Voldemort looked at the other Aurors present and said, "It seems I have to make you understand why I can be called the Dark Lord, while you are just commoners!"

Upon hearing this, the officials from the Ministry of Magic widened their eyes in astonishment.

The infant being held in swaddling clothes was none other than Voldemort, who had long since been declared dead.

The officials of the Ministry of Magic were immediately terrified, and even in the face of such a weakened Voldemort, they did not have the slightest thought of resistance.

The Death Eaters have killed more than a dozen Aurors.

After Voldemort arrogantly finished his lines, he controlled Peter Pettigrew to wave his wand with a flourish. Magic surged throughout the hall, and all the Ministry of Magic officials present felt as if they had been struck by a powerful force. Those with weaker abilities collapsed to the ground.

Peter Pettigrew's hair had turned several strands white, and his face looked much older.

With no one here who could challenge him, Voldemort felt very relaxed and at ease.

Seeing that no one dared to resist.

"Then, where is my Prophecy Orb?" Voldemort didn't look at the Death Eaters.

"Months of preparation, months of hard work, and you bunch of good-for-nothings, in the end I still have to come and get it myself!"

Voldemort casually ordered, "Anthony, take a few good-for-nothings and bring me the Prophecy Ball."

Voldemort's performance stunned everyone present, even the Ministry of Magic officials who had graduated from Gryffindor were speechless and dared not do anything.

Only a few Aurors helped up their wounded companions, their wands pointed intently at Voldemort.

Lin Bei couldn't help but purse his lips upon seeing this.

These wizards returned most of their spells to Hogwarts; they were only good at bullying ordinary wizards.

As the Auror Division is the Ministry of Magic's largest fighting force, it is absolutely impossible for it to be stationed at the Ministry of Magic indefinitely, especially since the number of Aurors is very small.

In addition, there's the issue of compensation.

Anyone with a sound mind would generally not choose to become an Auror, although there are still quite a few wizards with a sense of justice.

However, the Aurora only has two or three hundred people in total.

If they all come, then it's fine.

The problem is, they can't come.

Are we going to rely on these bureaucratic, tedious Ministry of Magic officials?

Voldemort's small eyes looked at these Ministry of Magic officials as if they were a flock of goats waiting to be slaughtered.

"Kill them all!" Voldemort said coldly in his still-childish voice, "I need to make the wizarding world understand that I, Voldemort, have returned!"

One by one, the Death Eaters raised their heads, looking at the Ministry of Magic officials with ill intent.

But they were all very clever, glancing out of the corner of their eyes at Dumbledore and the young man beside him who seemed to be watching a movie with a casual air.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

My dear Transfiguration professor.

"Are you going to stop my mom?"

"You know, you couldn't stop me last time."

"Do you intend to kill me this time, Professor Dumbledore?" Voldemort shouted arrogantly. "Unfortunately, that's impossible. Even if you defeat me, you can never kill me!"

Lin Bei looked at Voldemort with a strange expression and couldn't help but shake his head.

Poor Voldemort, he was an extreme person to begin with. If he hadn't learned how to create those Horcruxes, he would at least be a normal person, or at least pretend to be normal. At most, he just had some ambition.

Unfortunately, too many Horcruxes were split.

In Lin Bei's vision, Voldemort's soul looked as if it had been gnawed by a dog, with a piece missing here and a hole added there.

The incompleteness of his soul had driven Voldemort into a state of madness; scientifically speaking, he was suffering from severe mental illness.

"I've gone further on the road to immortality than anyone else!!! Hahaha!!!"

Voldemort controlled Peter Pettigrew's body, and a thick green beam shot towards Dumbledore.

As a master of dark magic, the Dark Lord can effortlessly unleash Avada Kedavra to devour a melon without even realizing it.

Dumbledore quickly waved his wand, causing the floorboards to fly up, and he leaped out of the room.

They escaped the attack.

Several more beams of light of various colors came hurtling towards them.

Dumbledore frantically parried each attack, while also managing to unleash a few beams of light in a counterattack.

The combat scenes, where beams of light shot out with every swing of the hand, made Lin Bei feel as if he had been transported to Star Wars; the style of the battle was clearly off.

Shouldn't a normal mage duel be like this: you throw a fireball, I use Blink and then Ice Storm?

However, the scene was not bad either.

Dumbledore, Dumbledore's former Transfiguration professor, was incredibly skilled in Transfiguration magic. The shattered rocks on the ground, under the command of Dumbledore's wand, transformed into a soldier wielding a spear, who charged towards the Death Eaters.

The ground, under Dumbledore's wand, was transformed into defensive fortifications.

But Dumbledore was facing Death Eaters, Death Eaters with no moral compass.

People were risking their lives to fight Voldemort, so they didn't care about the spirit of wizard duels.

Spells were fired at Dumbledore one after another without any cost.

Meanwhile, the Ministry of Magic officials who had hidden themselves cursed the Death Eaters for their lack of martial ethics while watching Dumbledore scramble to avoid them, but he remained unharmed.

With renewed confidence, a few of the bolder ones picked up their wands and began to fight back.

However, the accuracy isn't very good.

This directly resulted in Dumbledore not only having to dodge the enemy's attacks, but also having to guard against the counterattacks from his incompetent teammates who hadn't activated friendly fire protection.

Chapter 218

Dumbledore curled up behind a rock mound about half a person's height.

The spell struck, sending flying dirt and rocks all over Dumbledore's face.

He suddenly tilted his head, dodging an oncoming curse.

Seeing the group of Ministry of Magic fools gradually getting excited, Dumbledore opened his mouth but swallowed the words that would damage his image.

He turned to look at Lin Bei beside him.