The Silent Witch of Hogwarts

Chapter 617 Counterattack

With a shriek, the Dementors fell from the sky, and Loila, watching these emotion-devouring monsters, instinctively froze in place, unable to move.

Seeing her pale face, Voldemort let out a arrogant laugh: "Dumbledore, is this the reinforcements you've been so proud of?"

At Voldemort's command, countless Dementors burst through the spire of the Ministry of Magic, rushing toward Royla and Dumbledore in the center.

"Call on God—Call on God for protection—" Loila gripped her wand tremblingly, instinctively chanting the incantation, but unfortunately, her wand only wobbled slightly, and nothing happened.

Happy things—think about happy things—but the more Roy thought about it, the colder he felt, as if he had fallen into an icy lake, everything seemed incredibly blurry—memories, emotions—even life itself seemed to be...

"Protect the Gods!"

Dumbledore's resolute voice rang out, causing Loila to shudder and snap back to reality. A phoenix flew from the tip of Dumbledore's staff, circling the two and driving away the cold monsters.

Voldemort smiled as he watched Dumbledore raise his wand.

Faced with an almost endless number of Dementors, Dumbledore had no way to put down his wand. He could only keep the dark creatures away by constantly raising his wand. But if that was the case, what was the point of Hamilton's arrival?

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort swung his staff at Dumbledore, the ghastly green spell carrying murderous intent as it hurtled towards the immobile Dumbledore.

"Bang!"

But Royla was still standing in front of Dumbledore, gritting her teeth as she looked at the Death Eaters surrounding her and gripping her wand tightly—

Although I don't really want to protect Dumbledore—but—but I have to do it.

"Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, a ghastly green curse attacked from all directions. These Death Eaters were also very clever; instead of attacking Royla, they went straight for Dumbledore.

Loila had to raise her wand to help Dumbledore parry, and for a moment the whole scene was extremely chaotic.

Dementors attacked relentlessly from the air. Dumbledore raised his wand, releasing a silver light, while Royla stood in front of him, constantly waving her wand to block the attacks of those pale green spells.

However, this was only a temporary expedient. With the enemy's continuous attacks, it seemed only a matter of time before Luo Yishu, who was bound hand and foot and could only engage in positional warfare, which was the least suitable for him, was defeated.

Seeing Loila and Dumbledore seemingly cornered, the Death Eaters let out a sharp laugh, but at that moment, something unexpected happened.

"Ah!" Dolokhov suddenly screamed, and all the Death Eaters instinctively looked at him.

Then they discovered that at some point, a black snake had crawled onto his body, and it was this snake that bit Dolokhov's neck.

"Buzz!" The next second, a pale green spell was flung out and struck Dolokhov directly.

A swift and precise killing curse, devoid of any mercy, came from the tip of Royla's wand.

Dolokhov, struck by the Killing Curse, fell like a kite with a broken string, and remained motionless.

"You're asking for it!" Voldemort glared angrily at Loira, and a Killing Curse was unleashed. This Killing Curse was swift and accurate, striking Loira directly and sending her flying backward.

Even so, it was worth it. It only meant that the magic barrier on his body was triggered, but he was able to exchange it for one of Voldemort's Death Eaters.

This is a very worthwhile deal no matter what.

Moreover, having lost another ally, Voldemort and his Death Eaters' offensive was immediately weakened.

Moreover, once Dumbledore had driven the Dementors far enough away, he could also wield his wand and attack the Death Eaters.

Loila deflected Voldemort's Killing Curse, while Dumbledore, behind her, tapped his wand to raise all the water from the fountains in the Ministry of Magic's Great Hall and pour it towards the Death Eaters.

Voldemort had just managed to block the surging water when he was forced to confront the flames spewing from the tip of Royla's staff.

Royla was also surprised that she and Dumbledore cooperated so well. This was the first time they had fought side by side, but unexpectedly, it had achieved amazing results.

Dumbledore seemed to know exactly when to turn his wand, when to dodge, and when to counterattack, all in perfect sync with his own pace.

How did he do that?

As Royla grew increasingly surprised, Voldemort and his Death Eaters were steadily suppressed. After all, it was far too difficult to compare the Carlo siblings to either Dumbledore or Royla.

Especially as Dumbledore and Royla's teamwork improved.

Seeing the situation gradually deteriorating into a crisis, Voldemort pursed his lips, his face growing increasingly cold. Finally, he flicked his robes, deflecting Dumbledore's spell, and then moved to grab Bella, who had been initially defeated by Dumbledore.

"Retreat!" he said, looking at the Carlo siblings. "Things have come to this—there's no need to waste any more time with them!"

"Yes, sir!" The Carlo siblings narrowly dodged Loila's killing curse, and then transformed into a wisp of black smoke and fled.

Voldemort did not flee with them, but instead shielded them from the spells cast by Royla and Dumbledore.

Trying to stop Voldemort from escaping is still too difficult.

The destruction of the Anti-Apparition Charm here has both advantages and disadvantages—Roy can only watch Voldemort with his wand in hand, unable to stop him and his Death Eaters from leaving.

However—Voldemort did not flee as Roy had imagined. He stood on the broken statue in the center of the Ministry of Magic, looking at Dumbledore and Roy with resentment.

"Don't think you've won," he said slowly.

Hmm—so the reason you're not leaving is just to say something that sounds like you're trying to save face?

Loila pursed her lips, wanting to say something, but couldn't think of anything harsh to say, so in the end she just coughed and twitched her ears.

"Heh—" Loila's cough drew Voldemort's attention to her, and then, as if suddenly remembering something, he smiled.

"Loila Hamilton—" he murmured Loila's name softly, "You don't think I don't know your secret, do you?"

"Huh?!" Loila was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. How come she didn't know that Voldemort knew some of her secrets—wait a minute—it seems like he knew this when he was the diary—

Loila's eyes widened, and she raised her wand as if to do something, but Voldemort, as if anticipating her move, quickly said, "You remnant of the Sorcery Party—don't even think that helping Dumbledore will release your dying master!"

Hey Hey hey!

You shouldn't reveal things like this now, things that were supposed to be kept hidden until the very end!

Loila held up her wand in a bit of a panic, but didn't swing it for a moment.

Dumbledore, unusually, fell silent, staring at Voldemort without uttering a word.

Looking at the two men with unpleasant expressions, Voldemort let out a wanton laugh: "Dumbledore, if you don't believe me, go and see that book on spatial expansion that you're most proud of teaching."

"The very first page of the cover is the reason she chose that book—and I saw it too, I saw your past—Hamilton!"

With that, Voldemort flicked his robes and vanished from the spot, his entire body turning into a wisp of black smoke and disappearing completely.

Royla and Dumbledore seemed to have given up on stopping him at this point.