Chapter 786: Voldemort: ???!!! (Edited)

"Dumbledore!"

There was a mix of surprise and horror in the room.

Those on Yaxley's side, still in a position to win, looked desperate, while those like Umbridge who weren't under the Imperius Curse and weren't as loyal to Voldemort trembled in fear.

Although their side still had the numerical advantage, Yaxley knew they might be in trouble today, and, more importantly, Dumbledore had actually faked his death, so his master...

The thought crossed his mind, but he soon burst into laughter.

"And what if you were prepared?" A fierce look appeared on Yaxley's face as he laughed and said, "My master already knows that you're going to transfer Porter today, and even if you arrive now, it will be too late! Hahahaha!"

"I just warned you, Yaxley." Dumbledore still had that gentle tone, "Sometimes it's better not to speak too much."

Dumbledore's calm behavior made the hearts of Yaxley and the others sink again, but at that moment they couldn't afford to worry about Voldemort. After a fierce resistance, they were quickly subdued.

With Yaxley and the others subdued, Madam Bones and the other Department Heads returned to their positions, barely keeping the Ministry running while Dumbledore led the remaining Aurors and escorted Yaxley and the others to the dungeons adjacent to the courtroom.

In the dungeon, Cornelius Fudge was huddled in a corner of the cell.

During the time he spent in the cell, he had been able to piece together what had happened through conversations with Umbridge.

Voldemort's resurrection and the covert control of the Ministry were nothing, but when Fudge learned of Dumbledore's death, he lost all energy and fell into depression.

In less than a month, Fudge had lost several kilos, and with his sunken eyes and unkempt beard, he looked like a vagrant on the street.

That's why when Dumbledore and the others entered the dungeon with Yaxley and the others, they didn't recognize the man huddled in a corner.

"Cornelius?"

Dumbledore was the first to recognize Fudge, calling him softly as they reached the cage where he was held.

The disheveled Fudge looked up, and after a brief moment of astonishment, his dull eyes sparkled with surprise.

"Albus! You're not dead?" He jumped up from the floor, grabbed the bars of the cell door, and exclaimed excitedly, "Fantastic! I'm sorry! You-Know-Who... really... has come back to life..."

After incoherently apologizing to Dumbledore, Fudge suddenly snapped out of it and shouted excitedly again, "Quick! Albus! You-Know-Who has gone to attack Harry Potter with his men! Your plan has been compromised! Harry Potter is in danger!"

"Don't worry, Cornelius." Dumbledore waved his wand, opened the cell containing Fudge, and casually reassured him, "Our plan has not been compromised, and Harry is now safe..."

"No! Listen to me." Fudge, perhaps to make amends for his earlier mistake, quickly interrupted Dumbledore, "There is a traitor among you! Your plans have been..."

"Severus," said Dumbledore, smiling at his words and nodding to a stunned Fudge, "I know, he is on our side, and I was the one who sent him to inform Voldemort. Don't worry, there's Fish."

...

"Roar~!!!"

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Fish leaped from the motorcycle sidecar, his body swelled into a massive white tiger, roaring so loudly that the Dementors could only flutter nearby, not daring to approach.

Harry and the others took advantage of the situation and descended quickly to the ground.

Just as Moody had predicted, once they moved a little away from the protection of Lily Potter's spell, a large group of figures in tattered black robes appeared in the sky immediately, and the already low temperature plummeted even further.

"Expecto Patronus!"

Harry still attempted the Patronus Charm, and at first, he managed to summon it.

However, just as the Patronus had pushed back the Dementors surrounding them, voices sounded from behind them.

"Finite Incantatem Patronus!"

With these spells, Harry's Patronus turned into silver smoke and dissipated into the air.

"Land!"

Moody shouted as he continued to try to summon his Patronus, but, as before, it was dispelled by the Death Eaters hiding behind the Dementors.

Then Fish leaped, transforming into a white tiger to keep the Dementors at bay, allowing Harry and the others to land.

"Hmm?"

Voldemort, sitting at the back of the room, looked at the "great cat" floating in the sky without falling and furrowed his brow in confusion...

Why did the floating spell Fish used seem so familiar to him?

And when one of Harry's guards accidentally fell off his broomstick due to a Death Eater's attack, he didn't fall to the ground but instead flew unsteadily.

Voldemort, of course, had no idea that the flying spell he had developed, after teaching it to his Death Eaters, was immediately transmitted by Snape to Fish, and then largely learned by the Order of the Phoenix.

If Harry hadn't been unable to practice the spell at the Dursleys', they wouldn't have needed to use their flying brooms this time.

"Hmph!" Voldemort grunted, "Old man, you're giving me trouble even after death!"

He assumed it was a flying spell that Dumbledore had developed. As for the resemblance to his own invented spell, Voldemort didn't pay much attention to it. After all, the principles of flight were the same, it was just a fusion of a levitation spell and a transportation spell, nothing strange in the similarity, not even identical.

As soon as they landed, Harry and the others engaged in combat with the black-cloaked Death Eaters.

Although outnumbered, most of the Death Eaters were too spoiled, so their fighting abilities were not good, except for a few Death Eaters like Bellatrix, who had been imprisoned in Azkaban and were much stronger and dangerous.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

Voldemort looked at the Death Eaters who hadn't been able to attack for a long time and cursed fiercely.

His army of Inferi had been destroyed by Kanaloa, the werewolves were at the Ministry of Magic, and the vampires didn't come out during the day, so the only ones he could use now were the Death Eaters...

Walden Macnair had recruited a group of giants for himself, but given Fish's inexplicable affinity, Voldemort didn't take them with him.

The more Voldemort thought about it, the angrier he became. He finally decided to take action himself and, in an instant, appeared in front of Harry and the others.

"Master! How dare I disturb you? We'll take down Potter in no time!" Bellatrix shouted, more out of fear than joy, upon seeing Voldemort.

However, Voldemort didn't respond to her intentions. He raised the Elder Wand in his hand and aimed it at Harry.

"Potter, you also know the prophecy, don't you?" Voldemort's voice was soft but cold. "Then let's see who will survive between us... Avada Kedavra!"

A raven appeared out of nowhere, deflecting the Killing Curse, and flew away into rubble.

"Hmm?"

Voldemort looked over his shoulder to see who dared to interrupt his duel with Harry Potter.

Then he saw Professor McGonagall, who was like a lioness protecting her cubs.

"What do you want with my students?!" Professor McGonagall growled at Voldemort.

"Minerva McGonagall..."

Of course, Voldemort knew Professor McGonagall since she was not only a member of the original Order of the Phoenix but also the adoptive mother of Fish McGonagall.

"Well," Voldemort sneered, "Fish McGonagall has ruined my plans more than once, so let's first take an interest in you."

And so...

He and Professor McGonagall engaged in a fierce battle.

Voldemort: ???!!!