Hogwarts: Don't call me the Staff Maker

Chapter 598 The Great Melee in the Department of Mysterious Matters

Chapter 598 The Great Melee in the Department of Mysterious Matters

Just how much did Voldemort want to kill Siron? To put it another way, this man who was so afraid of death actually used himself as bait, enduring Dumbledore's magic to unleash a Killing Curse on Siron.

Fortunately, at the crucial moment, Fawkes the Phoenix appeared in time, swallowed Voldemort's Killing Curse in one gulp, and then turned into a pile of ashes in mid-air.

With quick reflexes, Celen grabbed a wrinkled, bald bird from the ashes, preventing Fox from falling into the water.

Actually, with the Horcrux in front of him, he wasn't afraid of this kind of killing curse coming head-on. He also had two other killing curses personally cast by Voldemort in his collection.

But Fox acted too quickly and decisively, swallowing the curse without even a warning.

Hmm—let's keep the matter of the [Soul Weapon Codex] a secret for now.

"Get out of here!" Dumbledore said sternly. "Go to the Department of Mysteries and find Harry!"

"Okay!" Xilun nodded, immediately stood up from behind half of the statue, and ran away.

"stop!"

Voldemort shouted and pointed his wand at Sirius again, but Dumbledore blocked all his magic.

After turning a corner, Xilun successfully climbed into an elevator.

This place is far enough away from the main hall that their battle did not affect the elevator, and it is still usable.

Xiren remembered that the Department of Mysteries should be on the ninth floor, but by the time he came down the elevator, the place was already engulfed in chaos.

The corridor in front of the elevator was covered with signs of magical damage. At the end of the corridor, a black door was open, and noisy roars and chanting were coming from the other side of the door.

Xilun rushed over.

As soon as they passed through the black door, a red light landed on the wall next to them, and a violent explosion made Xilun's ears ring.

The fighting here was even more intense than in the main hall.

First up were Harry, Ron, and Hermione. Harry appeared to be injured, curled up on a stone step, panting heavily.

Ron and Hermione were protecting him, while Fred and George, who had arrived a few seconds earlier, were outside.

Unlike Siron, they weren't pointed at by Voldemort's wand; they were brought over by Dumbledore's instructions as soon as they landed.

They were currently engaged in combat with two hooded Death Eaters, while Sirius, Cedric, Hagrid, and Professor McGonagall were further away.

Although there were more Death Eaters here, about twenty or so, it was still difficult for them to gain the upper hand.

Professor McGonagall's shapeshifting abilities are unpredictable; even the hoods and masks worn by Death Eaters can become her weapons.

Then there was Hagrid, who roared, grabbed a thick club, and ran over without a care, grabbing a Death Eater by the neck and throwing him like a discus. As for the spells that landed on Hagrid, they almost all bounced back off him.

Strange, none of the other professors are here?

Without thinking twice, Siron immediately ran to Harry's side.

"How are you guys?"

"Luckily, Professor McGonagall arrived in time," Hermione said with a relieved look. "We've been tricked. It's a trap. Voldemort had already planted a large number of Death Eaters in the Ministry of Magic. We were attacked as soon as we entered."

"Harry was struck by dark magic, and his leg melted into the ground."

What does it mean to melt into the ground?

Xiren subconsciously looked down and realized that Harry was sinking into the ground as if he were walking in mud.

But this isn't a swamp.

Xilun stomped on the ground a few times, and the hard ground made his heels hurt a little.

"Can it be blown up?" he asked.

"It's no use." Hermione shook her head. "The Department of Mysteries is acting strangely; our magic can't even leave a trace on the walls or the ground."

Xilun then noticed that after such a fierce battle, there was not a single trace of damage here, not even a scratch on the ground.

Harry kept his head down and didn't say anything, his face flushing red.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault—"

"This isn't the time to talk about that," Siren interrupted him, asking again, "Hasn't the Order of the Phoenix arrived?"

"They're in another room, where there are more Death Eaters," Hermione said.

"besides?"

Siren frowned and asked, "Just how many Death Eaters have come this time?"

"About fifty," Ron said somewhat uncertainly.

"Thankfully, you told Professor McGonagall in advance that we were coming to the Ministry of Magic, and you also called Hagrid," Hermione said again.

She was really scared.

When Professor McGonagall arrived, they and Sirius were already surrounded by twenty Death Eaters and would likely be killed in a few seconds.

Just as Professor McGonagall was struggling, Hagrid appeared just in time, and his arrival completely changed the course of the battle.

After hearing Hermione's words, Celeste looked up at the largest man in the crowd.

"Coward!" Hagrid roared, his voice echoing clearly in the empty room. "Damn coward, come here—try this, and try this—"

"Hagrid is really amazing." Ron clicked his tongue. "Look, those spells bounced off him."

"That's the Armor Charm," Hermione said. She noticed that Hagrid always had a faint silvery-white glow on him, which was the Armor Charm.

But what Hermione couldn't understand was that Hagrid hadn't recited any spells, yet the armor curse on his body had never broken.

However, the current situation doesn't give her time to think about these things.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Siren's arrival. The tension in her heart suddenly eased, and Hermione felt a moment of dizziness.

"Torn apart!"

She tapped her arm with her wand, forcing herself to stay alert.

"Let's hurry and go help them." She stood up with force. "We need to deal with these Death Eaters quickly before we go support Professor Moody and the others."

Ron also stood up unsteadily.

"Don't rush, you all rest for a while," Siron said. "Leave the rest to us. Although I can't beat Voldemort, dealing with a few Death Eaters shouldn't be a problem."

"But—more people mean more strength," Hermione said stubbornly.

"That's true, but have you considered that we have other helpers?"

"What else—"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, something that looked like a cactus flew in from outside. It rapidly expanded upon landing and then exploded with a bang.

The two Death Eaters who were closest to each other were instantly riddled with thorns, foaming at the mouth and passing out.

"That's a balloon cactus—oh, Professor Sprout?!"

Hermione looked toward the door and saw Professor Sprout storming in.

And she wasn't the only one who came.

Ron stared wide-eyed as one familiar figure after another ran in.

"Professor Sinister, Professor Victor of Arithmetic and Divination—oh, Merlin's beard, am I seeing things? And Snape too—"

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