The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

Voldemort chuckled mockingly a few more times.

He didn't take Fudge seriously, but instead turned his attention to Dumbledore.

"You're still as hypocritical as ever, Dumbledore," he scoffed. "Always claiming to be the protector of Muggles and Mudbloods, and yet you've put such a fool in the high position of Minister of Magic..."

Shaking his head, Voldemort continued, "That's what makes you so unsettling. Magic is power, and the equality between wizards and Muggles is a joke. Why should a powerful wizard tolerate such a fool riding on his head?"

Fudge's lips trembled rapidly, and his face began to turn purple with anger.

Dumbledore remained calm throughout and did not become angry at Voldemort's words.

He simply said calmly, "There are some things you can't understand or haven't experienced, and that will be your biggest failure and weakness, Tom."

"I think I no longer need your teachings, Dumbledore," Voldemort replied dismissively.

He looked at Medea with a disgusted expression.

“Are you backing down now, Medea?” he shouted. “No, you are not. You crave my soul. You just want me and Dumbledore to fight first, and then take advantage of the situation.”

Medea sighed. "Wouldn't it be better if I just left first, Tom? Or do you want to see me and the headmaster gang up on you? Even you wouldn't be able to handle that."

As she spoke, she glanced at Fudge again.

Fudge took a couple of breaths and loudly ordered the Aurors behind him, "Aurors, immediately seize those dark wizards who are trying to break into the prison!"

But the Aurors didn't move immediately; instead, they looked at Ms. Burns, their direct superior in the Department of Law Enforcement.

"Please calm down," Ms. Burns said calmly.

The Aurors immediately quieted down and stood still.

“Burns!” Fudge turned and glared at him. “This is the minister’s order!”

Ms. Burns, however, kept her eyes fixed straight ahead and ignored him.

Fudge began to breathe rapidly, "You...you guys..."

"Too noisy, you idiot."

Voldemort frowned, raised his hand, and a beam of red light shot out from his wand, instantly appearing in front of Fudge.

Fudge didn't even have time to pull out his wand before his eyes widened in terror.

At the crucial moment, Dumbledore came to the rescue.

With a flick of his wand, he deflected the red spell.

Fudge, covered in sweat, staggered back a few steps and almost fell to the ground.

"Why protect him? He's just an incompetent Minister of Magic," Voldemort asked, puzzled. "Wouldn't it be better to teach him a lesson?"

Dumbledore did not answer, but Ms. Burns spoke up without fear and in a stiff tone, “Minister Fudge has not broken the law. If everyone decides that he will not resign, people will impeach him and then elect a new minister.”

Her words were very blunt, but Fudge was no longer in the mood to rebuke her.

The minister was terrified and wished he could shrink his obese body into a ball.

Voldemort ignored Madam Burns and smiled at Dumbledore. "Looks like you're not in a hurry to make your move, you cunning old man. But that's fine, I need to deal with my affairs with Medea first."

Dumbledore remained silent, seemingly acquiescing.

Voldemort, seemingly emboldened by his skill and unafraid of a sudden attack from Dumbledore, said to Medea with a half-smile, "So let's continue our battle, Medea."

After a few seconds of silence, Medea said, "You can't kill me, Tom."

“I know.” Voldemort nodded. “Even if I defeat you a few more times, it will only be like breaking a few more ceramic dolls. You didn’t even come here in your true form.”

"It's good that you know." Medea smiled.

"But I won't give up like this."

Voldemort's expression gradually became ferocious.

"Never, never has anyone treated me like that and gotten away unscathed. Even if you are my ancestor, you will pay a heavy price! I am Voldemort!"

His bloodshot eyes were wide open, the pupils had shrunk to slits, and several veins were clearly visible on his bald head.

"Fortunately, you are my ancestor. Although it is very distant, we do have this blood connection."

Voldemort grinned maliciously and used his fingernails to slash the carotid artery in his arm.

Fresh blood gushed directly from the wound, but he seemed to feel no pain.

"I just killed seven people in total, but nobody knows I used a little special trick!"

Thick black mist emanated from his sleeves and the hem of his robe, mixing with the spurting blood, and floated behind him, slowly forming the shape of seven skulls.

Although they were composed of black mist, the eyes of those skulls flickered with an eerie blood-red light.

"Even if you collect their souls with that necklace, it won't help!"

Voldemort reached out and touched the wound, and the bleeding on his arm stopped immediately.

His voice was like a demon's roar, "The moment they were killed by me, their souls were branded with my mark!"

The five Medeas' expressions changed drastically at the same time, and the Medea holding the necklace raised her hand and threw it away.

Voldemort laughed loudly, "Now you realize it? But it's too late! The curse has been completed! No matter what you do, you can't stop it!"

As he spoke, the seven skulls formed from black mist behind him exploded simultaneously.

At the same time, the necklace that Medea had thrown to the ground flew up, emitting the same black mist and red light.

Click...

Click, click...

The crisp sound of ceramics shattering rang out one after another.

Among those previously "resurrected" by Medea, seven wizards who died at Voldemort's hands began to develop black cracks on their skin.

"what……"

"Ms. Slytherin..."

"Help us!"

Black mist seeped from the cracks in their skin, and those cracks began to widen, spreading throughout their bodies.

Medea's face was very pale, but she did not take any action.

Perhaps, as Voldemort said, she was already powerless to stop it.

Screams rose and fell, and the other members of the All-Witchcraft Society around them involuntarily took several steps back.

Especially those ceramic figures who had also been "revived" by Medea were now trembling with fear.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

The seven cracked ceramic figures were completely pulverized.

The necklace floating in the air also exploded.

Immediately afterwards, visible to the naked eye, the appearances of the five Medea simultaneously stiffened, their once lifelike appearances reverting to their ceramic-like state, and even cracks appeared on their skin surfaces.

"I can hold on a little longer," Medea said. "You all leave here first!"

"Grevis!"

Mr. Grevis threw the fireplace out again from the crowd.

Bang!

The fireplace grew larger, green flames ignited, and Mr. Grevis was the first to leap into the flames and disappear, followed closely by the others.

The entire shamanic community has begun its retreat.

The five Medeas moved, their movements slightly stiff, but they still lined up in front of the fireplace.

But Voldemort did not make another move; instead, he simply watched as the entire witch council retreated.

"curse……"

Scott muttered to himself, this was a relatively unfamiliar area for him.

Generally speaking, a curse is a type of dark magic, and also the most evil kind of dark magic.

Curses come in many forms and have different powers, but most cause serious harm or suffering, such as unbearable pain, mind control, or death.

Scott didn't know much about curses, so he didn't understand Voldemort's actions at all, just as he didn't understand how Voldemort had managed to curse Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The departure of the entire Witchcraft Society proceeded smoothly, with neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore objecting to their leaving Azkaban through the fireplace.

Only Ms. Burns took out her notebook and wool pen and wrote down the names of all the members of the All Witchcraft Society.

As the entire witch council was about to leave, Fudge, who had been standing next to Dumbledore and Mrs. Burns, began to make a move.

"Wait for me! I want to get out of here too!"

He took off running towards the fireplace.

"Fudge!"

Dumbledore called out, but Fudge ran even faster.

"Avada Kedavra".

At the same time, Voldemort's voice rang out.

Just as Dumbledore was about to make a move, a dazzling green light struck Fudge in the back with lightning speed.

"Is he crazy? Or was he just scared out of his wits?" Scott clicked his tongue in amazement.

He felt that Fudge was courting death.

Did he think he wouldn't be attacked anymore since Voldemort hadn't continued attacking him earlier?

That was simply because he had been standing right next to Dumbledore, and Voldemort didn't want to fight Dumbledore so soon.

The reason why the members of the All Witchcraft Society were able to leave smoothly was because Medea was there to guard them.

With a thud, Fudge's obese body fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, the wizards of the entire wizarding society stepped into the flames inside the fireplace.

The green flames went out, and the fireplace began to shrink.

Medea, whose body was already covered in small cracks, lifted her foot and crushed the shrunken fireplace with her high heels.