Ancient Wizards Return to Hogwarts...

Chapter 523 Slytherin Fights a Hundred Alone

After a passionate speech, Scrimgeour gave the order and led the entire elite force of the Ministry of Magic toward Azkaban.

Meanwhile, after calming himself down, Dumbledore and the members of the Order of the Phoenix he could gather in a short time headed to Azkaban.

Looking at the stellar lineup, Helga couldn't help but feel a chill for Salazar.

If it were Salazar from the original timeline, he would naturally have no fear of these people. But Salazar is also in poor condition now; can he really withstand their attacks?

If they can't win, hopefully Salazar will be wise enough to retreat and not stubbornly resist on Azkaban...

Helga couldn't help but mutter to himself: "Back when we were fighting Voldemort, why didn't you guys put up such a big formation and go all out to fight the Death Eaters to the death?"

The reason is simple: Rhys was seen as the "gentleman" in the proverb "a gentleman can be deceived by reason," and Dumbledore believed that even if he left Hogwarts, Rhys Lint wouldn't launch a surprise attack on Hogwarts, whose defenses had been significantly weakened. More importantly, even if his stronghold was raided, Rhys wouldn't retaliate against the teachers and students of Hogwarts. As for staying in Azkaban to fight the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix to the death, Dumbledore felt that Rhys wouldn't do that.

Lesker's restraint was seen as a weakness by the righteous wizards.

After Helga realized this, she couldn't help but feel worried for the wizards of this world: Did they have some strange misunderstanding about Salazar?

Should we change today's main mission from protecting Salazar's life to making him kill fewer people? At least spare the members of the Order of the Phoenix; they really are all good people.

Soon, Azkaban came into view.

Dozens of wizards from the Ministry of Magic have also arrived and are currently floating on broomsticks outside Azkaban.

Seeing their hesitant expressions, Professor McGonagall was furious.

"Albus, these parasites of the Ministry of Magic, they really, really—" Professor McGonagall struggled to find the right adjective, but in the end, she couldn't say anything.

Because the words we can say are too dirty.

Dumbledore remained expressionless, simply indicating that the attack could proceed.

He felt that with the current situation, it was highly likely that they were going to alert the enemy, which was exactly what Scrimgeour was planning.

He didn't want a direct confrontation with the Dark Lord, but he still wanted to reclaim Azkaban. Wasn't this the only way?

The Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix advanced side by side toward Azkaban. The Dementors on the island rose up menacingly, only to be routed by more than a dozen Patronus.

As long as the wizards haven't forgotten how to cast the Patronus Charm, the Dementors are no match for them.

The guardian spirits were far too restrained towards them.

Such smooth progress greatly excited the wizards of the Ministry of Magic.

The Death Eaters that Les Lint had previously recruited had completely disappeared, clearly having received advance warning and fled.

This is exactly the good news they wanted to receive.

No one wants to have a direct confrontation with Ras Lint, the new Dark Lord who killed the Mysterious Man.

After storming into Azkaban prison head-on, the wizards from the Ministry of Magic encountered little resistance and easily recaptured all floors except the top floor.

To their surprise, Azkaban was still functioning as a prison, holding a group of prisoners in the castle's dungeons.

These prisoners were not wizards who opposed Les Lint, but genuine minor criminals convicted by Wizengamot.

The Ministry of Magic was stunned when they saw the group; they had no idea that these prisoners hadn't been recruited by Les Lint.

After a moment's thought, Scrimgeour decided to keep the prisoners in custody—neither the righteous Ministry of Magic nor the evil Dark Lord had any intention of granting them freedom.

These people are of no value to either side.

After everyone had thoroughly searched most of Azkaban, Scrimgeour finally mustered his forces and launched a full-scale attack on the top floor of the castle.

The path to the top floor of the castle was unobstructed, and just when almost everyone thought that Les Lint had escaped...

"Perhaps you've already heard about my origins from my incompetent subordinates," Rhys said calmly, seated at the highest point of the hall, looking down at the wizards below. "They say I am Salazar Slytherin, and I must clarify this now..."

"I am indeed Salazar Slytherin. Even if this body cannot unleash my full power, I am still me."

When the wizards of the Ministry of Magic heard the name "Salazar Slytherin," a hint of fear involuntarily rose on their faces, but when they heard him admit that he had not yet recovered his full power, a little ulterior motive arose in them.

Surrounded by the Aurors, Scrimgeour shouted, "I don't care if you're Salazar Slytherin or Ras Lint, all evil will be brought to justice! Today is your end, Dark Lord!"

When Rice heard Scrimgeour's words, he laughed so hard he couldn't stop, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"Who lent you the courage, Dumbledore? Well, it's certainly time to show you a glimpse of the ultimate power of magic..."

With a loud crack, Rice vanished. Just as the wizards of the Ministry of Magic thought he had used Apparition to escape, he reappeared behind them, followed by an incredibly powerful Explosion Spell.

The entire Azkaban castle trembled.

Not only did the curse trigger the explosion, but a violent explosion also occurred beneath the floor where the wizards were standing.

When Fudge was killed, the wizards present immediately recalled that a similar explosion had occurred on the ground outside Hogwarts, only less powerful.

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic used various methods to protect themselves from the explosion. Only a few unlucky ones were knocked unconscious by the shockwave, and a few others vomited blood as a result.

The Ministry of Magic's forces were not seriously injured. It seems that Rice's carefully prepared trump card had no effect.

Just as Scrimgeour was feeling smug about this, Kingsley's expression turned extremely ugly.

He yelled, making his colleagues hold their breath; the air was now filled with an unknown potion.

Unfortunately, it was already a bit too late; several batters had already rolled their eyes back and collapsed to the ground.

The wizards of the Ministry of Magic have fallen victim to this trick again!

Rice was shocked and couldn't help but want to complain, "Don't these people have any memory?"

With the "cooperation" of everyone in the Ministry of Magic, Rice actually managed to defeat a hundred enemies single-handedly.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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