The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The situation remained deadlocked, preventing Voldemort from focusing on anything else.

"I understand!" Voldemort laughed as he fought. "At any given time, you can only guarantee that one of your magical puppets has the same fighting power as you!"

None of the four Medeas participating in the battle answered; instead, they cooperated with each other, engaging in the siege with unprecedented intensity and speed.

Scott also noticed something amiss at this point.

Just as Voldemort said, there is only one Medea with the strongest fighting power at any given time.

However, this strongest state allows her to switch freely between several magical puppets. With the cooperation of other puppets that can maintain a certain level of skill, Medea's fighting style has become much more flexible and versatile. She can even fight against Voldemort without the help of magical items.

“Perhaps I underestimated her…” Scott said in a complicated tone, “Although she is not as strong as Voldemort, her methods are endless.”

He became even more envious of the documents hidden in Medea's secret chamber beneath Hogwarts.

Just then, the ship that appeared to be from the Ministry of Magic finally docked.

Scott's gaze shifted as he watched a group of people disembark from the ship.

Leading the group was Dumbledore, with Fudge, the Minister of Magic, and Ms. Burns, the Head of the Department of Law Enforcement, walking beside him.

Next came the veteran Aurors Moody and Shackleton, alongside Sirius Black and Mr. Weasley.

Then came a large group of Aurors.

After watching the group disembark, Scott looked to the other side, pondering how these newcomers would change the entire situation.

Medea, who had been standing in front of the fireplace without participating in the battle, suddenly moved.

She opened her arms, palms down, fingers spread.

As she made a grabbing motion, the enormous fireplace behind her rapidly shrank and flew into her left palm. Then, a shimmering silver necklace flew from a crevice in the distant reef and landed in her right palm.

She ignored the battle ahead and turned directly to her subordinates.

Scott stopped watching the battle and started focusing on her side.

"Feel sorry."

Medea's face was somber as she looked down at the row of corpses that her men had just laid out on the ground.

She gripped the necklace tightly in her hand and slowly waved.

One after another, white, transparent, and ethereal figures flew out from the necklace.

It was those wizards who had just died.

"I hid this necklace before I was defeated, and now it has collected the souls of those who died in tonight's battle."

She tossed the miniature fireplace from her left hand to Mr. Grevis, placed the necklace from her right hand into her left, and then grasped the wand with her right hand.

"Now, we can see these companions getting back on their feet."

She spoke solemnly, waving her wand.

The ground churned up, covering the entire row of corpses and enveloping them all.

Soon, all the corpses were turned into clay figurines.

On the other side, Voldemort suddenly retreated and broke away from the battle.

"I'm curious, what are you doing?"

He watched Medea's movements from afar.

"You want to resurrect the dead?" For the first time, a look of emotion appeared on his face. "That's impossible!"

The four Medea who participated in the battle did not pursue him, nor did they seem to care that he was watching; they simply stood in a row in front of him.

"Resurrection?" one of Medea replied. "No, I am not that powerful. This is not resurrection."

Voldemort's eyes flickered as he intently watched Medea's movements.

Medea then waved her wand once more.

fire.

A raging fire erupted, engulfing all the clay figurines.

The firelight grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire area as if it were daytime.

"Oh!"

"Incredible!"

The wizards of the entire synagogue cried out in surprise.

"Look, they really stood up!"

Amidst the flames, the figures that had been lying on the ground rose one by one.

Their movements were stiff, like marionettes with inflexible joints.

A gust of wind blew, and the flames gradually died down, finally revealing the true faces of the figures.

"you……"

"Luo Er!"

"Hey!"

The wizards of the entire synagogue couldn't help but greet their deceased comrades.

But no one answered. Although all the figures that emerged from the fire looked almost exactly like the dead wizards, there were still differences.

These wizards, who appeared to have been reborn, had skin that shimmered with a warm, ceramic sheen, but their movements remained stiff, making them look like zombies.

Medea waved her wand and draped robes over the ceramic figurines.

She then held up the necklace in her hand and muttered something.

Soon, one after another, translucent souls flew out of the necklace and entered the ceramic figurines.

When those ceramic figurines are infused with life, their eyes become lively, their stiff movements become natural, and their smooth surfaces transform into the texture of real skin.

"I...I'm not dead, am I?"

"We're alive again?"

"How is this going?"

The others quickly gathered around and explained everything to them.

applause.

"Brilliant operation, truly remarkable!" Voldemort said, clapping his hands. "What appears to be just a few simple steps actually incorporates advanced knowledge of alchemy, spells, dark magic, potions, transfiguration, and profound research into the soul."

“I agree with you, Tom.”

Dumbledore, accompanied by several Ministry of Magic officials and a large group of Aurors, walked over from the outskirts of the island.

"A truly eye-opening display of magical skill, Lady Slytherin."

The principal also clapped his hands in a seemingly serious manner.

"Dumbledore..."

The moment Voldemort saw Dumbledore, his face immediately darkened.

Medea nodded calmly. "Thank you for the compliment, Headmaster."

Chapter 427 Voldemort's Curse, Prophecy Fulfilled

"Ladies and gentlemen, you've come at the perfect time."

Medea looked at the group of people who had come with Dumbledore and Fudge.

"If we had arrived any later, I'm afraid we wouldn't have been able to stop Voldemort's prison break on our own."

Her face was filled with grief.

"We have already killed so many of our comrades. Even if I forcibly preserve their souls, they will not be able to live like normal people. In short, the rest is up to you."

As she spoke, the four Medea who had just participated in the battle simultaneously began to retreat.

Clearly, just as she said, she was going to leave the battlefield to Dumbledore and his men.

Everyone knows that Medea was talking complete nonsense. But she did, in a way, give another faction a way out.

If Dumbledore were to consider the consequences, he might end up facing both Medea and Voldemort's groups. It would be better to simply release Medea and the entire Wizarding Order, and focus all his efforts on dealing with Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

That's how it should be, according to common sense.

But Dumbledore didn't seem to intend to let Medea escape so easily. He smiled and asked, "Did Lady Slytherin just happen to be passing by?"

“That’s right.” Medea nodded calmly. “We…”

She glanced at the group of people behind her.

"Our All-Witch Society is just a magical association formed by a shared ideal. It is inevitable that we will struggle to deal with criminal activities such as prison breaks. It would be more appropriate to leave this matter to the Ministry of Magic."

At this point, she looked at Fudge, as if seeking his opinion.

"What do you think, Minister Fouché?"

“Yes, that’s right.” Fudge nodded repeatedly. “Ms. Slytherin is right. In the wizarding world, only the Ministry of Magic has the right to deal with the criminal activities of wizards.”

Fudge had already aligned himself with Medea, so of course he would speak on her behalf.

Moreover, he would occasionally glance at Dumbledore while speaking, as if he were referring to something.

Clearly, he was implying that Dumbledore was just a headmaster, yet he had to manage too many things.

"Hahahahahaha..."

No sooner had Fudge finished speaking than Voldemort threw his head back and burst into laughter.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

He pointed at Dumbledore, then at Fudge.

"Is this the current Minister of Magic? The British Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more absurd. He doesn't look like a minister at all; he looks more like a ridiculous clown!"

"you……"

Fudge's chubby face turned bright red. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then shrank back under Voldemort's direct gaze and swallowed his words.