"Toriddleisdead!"

Grindelwald said indifferently on the right side of the shattered Lestrange manor.

The old man's voice wasn't loud, but at that moment it was extraordinarily clear, clear enough for the magic quill a dozen meters away to write down the words.

Although in the script that Hermione had provided earlier, that girl had hoped that after saying this sentence, he could show a crazy villain-like "Ehehehe" smile.

However, after carefully thinking for two seconds, Grindelwald decisively rejected this strange request — one crazy black wizard was enough, he still had to consider his image.

After all, according to the performance script that had been collectively reviewed by the Greater Arcana Council, the mainstream media of the British magical world would probably be present.

Grindelwald didn't want his debut in the newspapers after half a century to be as a seemingly brain-damaged, weird, and crazy dark wizard.

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You must know, he still had so many old buddies under him. Even if the first round of news was mostly published in Britain, as long as the name "Grindelwald" was involved, the media in the magical world throughout Europe and even the world wouldn't miss the opportunity to reprint it. This was a super hot topic for their performance to explode. The discussion of the "jailbreak" two years ago even lasted for more than half a year.

Obviously, if his "crazy" appearance was printed in newspapers and widely circulated, he might be forced to launch a second magical war.

Of course, the magical reporters who arrived in a hurry didn't know what the old dark wizard was thinking at this moment.

Later in the morning, the Ministry of Magic passed information to the mainstream newspapers in the entire British magical world.

After more than a dozen hours of effort, they successfully located Voldemort and the Death Eaters' hiding place, and planned to launch a general attack at noon today.

Unlike the past rigidity, given that this action might go down in history, completely ending the dark magic shadow that had lasted for more than half a century, the Ministry of Magic unprecedentedly agreed to allow reporters to go along.

However, all media personnel going to the site had to obey the instructions of the Ministry of Magic, maintain magical silence before departure, and use a low-key method of moving using a combination of Portkeys and flying broomsticks — according to the warnings of the Aurors, anyone who forcibly broke into the battlefield without permission would most likely be regarded as a hostile target by both sides of the firefight.

No one wanted their photo to appear on a page of the newspaper when big news was released, and besides, they didn't need to risk getting material this time.

Therefore, under the coordination and arrangement of Ludo Bagman and others, they secretly arrived at the scheduled observation position under the guise of interviewing the British Quidditch National Team.

"The Dark Lord is dead? That's it? This..."

"Did you capture the battle scenes?! Why was the general attack time advanced?!"

"Can we get closer to shoot now?! Is that Gellert Grindelwald definitely on our side?"

Accompanied by Grindelwald casting the Avada Kedavra curse to kill "Riddle-031," the reporters' magic flashlights and quills were so excited that they almost exploded on the spot.

If it weren't for the threat of the old dark wizard in front, and the life and death of the Dark Lord in the ruins being unknown, they almost couldn't help but run over — a showdown between two generations of dark lords, this might be the first time in the history of magical society, even without this attractive gimmick, just the corpse photo of Voldemort would be enough to make their next issue explode in sales.

"That's Gellert Grindelwald, do you think he would listen to the arrangements of the magic government?"

Next to the security line, an Austrian Auror on duty looked at the distance with a complicated expression and shrugged his shoulders.

"Besides, Albus Dumbledore is fighting alongside him. It would be strange if that dangerous guy named Voldemort could escape."

Just like the British magical world's fear of Voldemort, in the cognition of most European wizards, Grindelwald is the most dangerous and powerful dark wizard in centuries.

Ever since they knew that today's lineup was "Grindelwald" plus "Dumbledore," this encirclement, which seemed fraught with crises in the eyes of the British, was nothing more than an almost flat-pushing magic crush in the eyes of these foreign Aurors. There was nothing to worry about. The only thing that unsettled them more was whether Grindelwald would take the opportunity to launch a second magical war.

And the fact seemed to be exactly like this, Grindelwald, who walked out of the broken walls of the Lestrange family, didn't even dirty his shoes.

"Oh, what are you still dawdling there for — are you worried that the corpse will start talking?"

Just when the Aurors and reporters were hesitant, Grindelwald's rather confused voice came from not far away.

The old wizard slowly put away his wand, casually summoned an armchair from the living room behind him and sat down, took out a good cigar from his pocket and lit it.

"The battle is over, Voldemort is dead. You can come over to take pictures and clean up the battle scene —"

"As for interviews, if anyone can get me a cup of hot tea the fastest, I'll give priority to answering their questions. Of course, you can also ask Dumbledore."

Grindelwald paused for a few seconds, recalled a small detail that a caring little angel had told him, flicked the ash casually, and tilted his head towards the other side of the house.

"By the way, if you run fast enough, you might be able to take some pictures of the Aurors arresting the Death Eaters in the open space outside the front door — those guys don't know that their master is dead yet, so you can convey it to them when you pass by. Oh, and Tom Riddle's wand is my spoils of war, so..."

He grinned, smiled slightly at the French Auror who was preparing to clean up the scene, and said kindly.

"...don't touch it, understand?"

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Just as Grindelwald said, on the other side, the Ministry of Magic's ambush was quite successful.

As that layer of strong magical fluctuations surged up, the Aurors drew their wands and pointed them at the only Apparition area.

No one knew how Dumbledore and Grindelwald would "lure the snake out of the hole," but everyone chose to believe unconditionally at the first moment.

The "fall of the Ministry of Magic" that affected the entire Europe a few days ago heavily imprinted a red mark on the faces of Aurors of all countries. In the past few dozens of hours, they almost became synonymous with the most mediocre and incompetent magic officials in the magical society. Only by catching those Death Eaters who brazenly rushed into the magic government could they slightly wash away some of the shame engraved on "Auror."

"Everyone is on high alert, don't let go of any scum who dares to come over..."

Rufus Scrimgeour said softly, his face, like a knife-cut, was filled with anger and expectation,

"Remember, don't give them time to escape... such an opportunity only comes once, everyone! Let's personally defeat Voldemort's legion..."

The air suddenly filled with the rustling sound of cloaks.

In that cleared-out ambush area, one hooded and masked wizard after another Apparated there.

They looked around carefully and fearfully, each with their wands hanging by their sides, as if afraid of accidentally angering some terrible Dark Lord.

However, waiting for them wasn't the Dark Lord who lingered in the depths of their nightmares, but rows of foreign Aurors with different skin colors, all their eyes filled with almost burning hot flames. Before the Death Eaters who arrived in a hurry could react, dark red magic beams slammed towards them like raging waves.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Expelliarmus!"

"Stupefy—Stupefy—there are too many people, don't let them run away!"

Scrimgeour shouted loudly, waving his wand and pouring spells towards the ambush site in front of him.

As a core official of the British Ministry of Magic, he saw several familiar figures among the hooded figures at the first moment.

Obviously, Professor Dumbledore's worries weren't wrong.

The Ministry of Magic had long been deeply infiltrated by Voldemort and his cronies, and the dark magic forces had been growing grandly right under their noses.

If it weren't for the cross-border support of the international magical society, perhaps before he could gather the Auror troops, he would have been secretly attacked by these traitors lurking within the Ministry of Magic.

However, under the circumstances of intention versus unintentional, these people who escaped the trials of the "traitors" more than ten years ago wouldn't be able to escape this ambush no matter what.

The Lestrange family manor in the distance also emitted a huge roar, and it was obvious that the battle there had also reached a white-hot stage — under the joint efforts of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, unless Voldemort could also find helpers of the same level, the ending of this annihilation battle was set from the beginning. The era of terror belonging to Voldemort and his cronies would come to a complete end today.

Um... Voldemort, that dangerous dark wizard, shouldn't be able to escape this time, right?

Just as the thought in Rufus Scrimgeour's mind just popped up, an untimely clamor suddenly rang out in the distance.

"Tom Riddle is dead!"

"Grindelwald personally killed the Dark Lord!"

"Voldemort is dead—"

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"The Dark Lord has disappeared again—"

"Well, my Dark Mark has stopped heating up now too."

At the same time, Hogwarts Castle.

Lucius Malfoy and his wife's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other in unison.

Starting a few minutes ago, the scalding Dark Mark branded on their arms had suddenly inexplicably quieted down.

It was as if the almost burning urging in the Great Hall was just an illusion of the two. For decades, they had never felt such a strong Dark Magic call.

What made the Malfoy couple even more suspicious was that the Dark Mark branded on the inside of their arms was fading rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it were an ink pattern that was rapidly fading under the scouring of running water. This situation could only be explained by one reason — that terrible wizard who was crowned as the Dark Lord had once again entered a state of extreme weakness.

"Lucius, what exactly—"

Narcissa Malfoy looked at her husband in a panic and asked in a low voice.

However, before she could finish her words, a slight crackling sound rang out beside them.

A house-elf with a Hogwarts napkin as clothing appeared in front of the Malfoy couple.

"Mr. Malfoy, Chef Casselana hopes that you can come to the kitchen for a discussion about the damage to the tableware and the pricing compensation."

The strange house-elf said respectfully, deliberately emphasizing slightly on the "Casselana" syllables.

Before Lucius Malfoy could raise his eyebrows, the house-elf's ping-pong ball-sized eyes looked at Lucius and cautiously continued.

"Besides, I heard that you accidentally cut your left arm while dining. The chef specially prepared some tea and snacks to relieve pain and soothe your nerves. Please follow me — the chef said... after all, you are an important member of the Hogwarts School Board who signed the 'agreement'. In this special period, your suggestions and opinions are especially important to Hogwarts and even the magical world."

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