Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 169 Just Be Blake

The effect is remarkable!

Dumbledore's magic greatly suppressed the roaring Fiendfire, and the wall of Fiendfire that was as high as a city wall was cut off in the middle, and most of it disappeared out of thin air, but
In the blink of an eye, the fire wall, which had been poured with heightening agent, regained its height again, without giving anyone a chance.

Not to mention other people, even Dumbledore's blue eyes became dignified. He looked at the dark wizard outside the wall of flames through the cracks of the flames, and saw the black wizard bowing again. It completely disappeared in the ear-piercing bang!

"Don't run, scumbag!"

Dawlish, who was loyal to the Ministry of Magic and minister Cornelius Fudge, could not accept such a result. He immediately apparated and wanted to break through the barrier of the wall of fire. However, his move was undoubtedly very impulsive, let alone Fierce Existence makes the magic power in this area in a very unstable state, and the magic that prohibits teleportation added by Amosta is also attached to the Fiendfire wall.

Just as Dawlish's body disappeared into the air, the next second, he was squeezed out of the space covered in pale Fierce Flame, and fell to the ground screaming miserably.

Dumbledore's waving sleeves made a rustling sound, and Fiercefire on Dawlish appeared on the tip of Dumbledore's elder wand as if drawn by something, before Snape rushed over and took out various potions While healing Dawlish, he focused on the group of Fiercefire that scattered sparks around like a fountain, without saying a word.

"Albus--"

Kingsley's voice was not as calm as before, his dark face was dripping with sweat from the unexpectedly stable flame, his eyes were full of anxiety,
"I suppose you can handle the flames?"

"Just a moment, Kingsley,"

Dumbledore glanced at Dawlish, who had been relieved with the help of Snape, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. He fixed his eyes on the cage-like wall of fire, and said in a calm tone.

Immediately afterwards, Dumbledore pointed his wand at the front again. Amidst the sound of whizzing air gushes, the pale Fiercefire faded rapidly, but after three to five seconds, it was as transparent as clear water, until it completely disappeared. .

call!
The strikers who had escaped from the dead all let out the sound of car tires deflated. Tonks leaned on his Comet 260 with blackened branches, and subconsciously fiddled with his hair, but unexpectedly felt it in his palm. When she regained her senses and inspected carefully, she realized that her wizard robe had been soaked in sweat!
"Is there a way to catch up with him, Albus?" Kingsley walked to Dumbledore's side and asked, his expression unwilling.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult, Kingsley--"

Dumbledore stared at the place where the dark wizard stopped just now, and said in a thoughtful tone, "When that person Apparated and left, he wiped away all traces of his magic power, even if I—"

Fox tilted his head and lightly pecked Dumbledore's cheek, his jewel-like eyes flickered, as if questioning him.

Dumbledore glanced at Fawkes calmly, and then turned his eyes to the alleyway where he first found 'Black' in the distance. When he noticed the upturned ground and the roof of the Muggle room blown by the typhoon, His expression was a little serious,

"Now, what I want to know more is how many people have been harmed."

Ten minutes later, Tonks brought the answer to this question,
"--Deputy Minister Umbridge led people to stop the Muggle government. Mr. Crouch is directing the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team to erase the memories of Muggles, and the people from the Misuse of Magic Office are also helping Muggles to receive Quite a shock, but only two Muggles sprained their legs on the way down--"

"What about the Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore continued to ask unmoved.

"A few guys passed out when they fell off the broomstick, but they're all awake now. Anyway, there's no one there!"

Tonks looked at Dawlish, who was sitting on the ground, his arms were bandaged round after round, and his face was pale with pain, showing some sympathy.

All the strikers of the Ministry of Magic, including Kingsley, fell silent. No one thought that such a result was just a result of good luck. Before this operation, none of them had drunk Felicia.

A daring black wizard, actually showed mercy to the elite wizards selected by the Ministry of Magic to deal with criminals. This is a shame and a shame!
"very good--"

Dumbledore nodded, as if he had expected this result.

"I just came over from the Muggle Prime Minister and asked him to cooperate with the Ministry of Magic!"

Wrapped in a striped cloak and pajamas inside, Cornelius Fudge appeared here. This time he didn't wear the funny dark green top hat he always wore, and his messy gray hair was exposed to the air. From the looks of it, he is in a very anxious situation,
"Dolores sent me a message saying that you don't think that's Blake? Too bad. We've had one Blake and now we're getting another one!"

The shocking cracks on the ground made Fudge gasp. His gaze quickly passed over all the employees of the Ministry of Magic, and even Dawlish, who was seriously injured, did not let his gaze stop for a moment.
"Did he run away, Dumbledore, right under your nose?"

Fudge wiped the sweat dripping from his head, he looked up at Dumbledore in disbelief, but his tone seemed to blame him for not doing his duty,
"What will people say about us, Dumbledore, it's been more than a month, we still haven't found Black, and now a dark wizard who doesn't know where he came from is in the eyes of more than 100 elites of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore There's a lot going on underground, and I wouldn't be surprised if people run away in panic!"

Fudge's upper lip curled up, not at all aware that his presence would add to the panic,
"--We have to have a good chat, Dumbledore, we have to find a story that people can accept, and the Muggle side, I didn't know the situation before I came here, I told the Muggle Prime Minister that we are almost Get Blake."

"I think you can stick to that, Connelly."

Dumbledore no longer had the patience to listen to Fudge's thoughts, his serious tone showed impatience,

"If you can't find a way to keep people calm, keep the Daily Prophet quiet, or advertise that the dark wizard who shows up tonight is Black. Sorry, Connelly, I have something to do right now Confirm it yourself and have to leave Severus?"

Dumbledore looked at Snape and asked about Dawlish's injury.

"no problem."

Snape put away his bottles and cans, stood up and said succinctly.

Fawkes spread out his gorgeous wings to cover Dumbledore and Snape, and after Fudge's surprised gaze and the Ministry of Magic strikers who looked at each other quickly dropped a sentence, "If you have any questions, you can write to me", poof After a soft bang, it disappeared in Grimmauld Place.

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