The Ministry Of Magic Is Under Attack!

German Ministry of Magic, the administrative body of the German magical community.

The office is located in a building in the center of Berlin under the influence of the Muggle Repelling Charm.

It has not been discovered so far.

At midnight, the Ministry of Magic was still brightly lit.

But compared to the hustle and bustle of the day, at this time, it was pretty much deserted in comparison.

Only countless enchanted letters shuttled through the building.

The wizard in charge of night duty leaned back on the chair and slacked off.

Slap! Slap!

There was a sound of footsteps in the silent hall which woke him up and made him look towards the entrance in a hurry.

What he saw were three Aurors with injuries all over their bodies walking towards him supporting each other.

"Ronald, Mike, you are not..."

"Oh Charles, thank goodness for coming to help, Mike is badly hurt."

Ronald fell to the ground as soon as he finished speaking.

It could be seen that he himself was seriously injured as well.

Charles, the wizard in charge, ran forward immediately, not forgetting to inform his superiors.

"Imperio!"

As soon as Charles approached, Ronald who was lying on the ground raised his wand to him.

Until the wizard on duty was completely controlled by the Imperius Curse.

The three people on the ground stood up.

At the same time, distortions of space appeared in many streets and alleys of Berlin.

To the Common people, this may be paranormal.

But if a wizard sees it, he can immediately guess that someone is using Portkeys.

(In a dark alley in Berlin.)

"Lucas, everyone is here."

Vinda Rosier approached the figure in front and whispered in its ear.

"Really, let's go then."

Looking at the towering buildings in the distance.

Lucas, dressed in black, stepped forward.

When he walked out of the dark alley.

There are already dozens of acolytes outside waiting for him.

Everyone followed behind Lucas without saying a word.

It can be seen from the clenched wands in their hands and the angry expressions.

Tonight, Berlin is not destined to be peaceful.

...

(German Ministry of Magic.)

Charles took the three injured Aurors to the infirmary on the eighth floor.

At this time, the person in charge of the Auror office who got the news also rushed from home.

"Ronald, how did you come back?"

"It was Mike. He brought a portkey with him before he left. We used the portkey to escape."

The head of the Aurors is a middle-aged wizard in his forties.

He touched his bald head, his eyes full of vigilance and doubt.

"Ronald, you should know the rules, hand in the wand, and I will return it to you after we are sure that you are not under control."

"Of course, we'd love to."

Ronald handed over the wand to the other party without hesitation.

He even offered to help get Mike's wand.

As for the other companion, he handed over his wand, which was also quite cooperative.

The head Auror breathed a sigh of relief and his tense body also relaxed.

But he didn't know that Charles behind him had already aimed his wand at himself.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A green light flashed and the hard-working head of the Aurors for 20 years would never have guessed.

He didn't die in a battle to arrest dark wizards, but instead, he died at the hands of his own people.

At the same time an Auror who followed the person in charge also died at Ronald's hands.

"Mike, don't pretend to be dead, get up and work!"

Mike, who was seriously injured and unconscious, turned over immediately.

He tore off a few hairs from the person in charge and threw them into the polyjuice potion he had prepared.

Pinching his nose to suppress the nausea, he took two sips.

Mike's appearance quickly changed into that of the other party.

"Get ready for action."

...

Auror office.

The Acolytes who were captured were temporarily held in the cells here.

A few Aurors were playing wizard chess and discussing the ambush earlier in the day.

"Hey guys, do you guys think I'm going to get an award tomorrow?"

"Why?"

"Oh~ You don't even know that I injured Abernathy, the famous core member of the Alliance."

One Auror looked at the others triumphantly.

Abernathy is still well-known in most European countries.

The others looked at him enviously and just when they were about to say some flowery words to congratulate him they saw their boss leading Ronald and the others into the office.

"director!"

Several Aurors got up immediately and carefully covered the wizard chess.

"Well, how are those Grindelwald lackeys?"

"Don't worry, everything is fine, they have been quiet the whole time."

The person in charge came in front of several people and said, "Thanks to you, especially you. I heard it just now. I will never forget the credit for being able to injure Abernathy."

The expressions of several Aurors immediately became excited.

Just when they are happy and excited.

A few green lights flashed in front of their eyes.

The last sentence heard by everyone was: "Avada kedavra!"

After freeing the imprisoned Acolytes, Ronald took out a Portkey and he signaled for them to leave quickly.

As for Ronald and the others, Lucas also assigned another task.

…

Outside the German Ministry of Magic.

Lucas stood on top of a residential building and stared at the brightly lit building in front of him.

At this moment, only Vinda was with him.

Suddenly, the space behind the two became distorted and all the freed prisoners showed up on the roof.

"Welcome back, Uncles."

"Master Lucas?"

Lucas nodded: "I'm sorry for what you went through, just rest for a while, and we'll go home later."

Seeing all the people rescued, Lucas and Vinda exchanged glances.

The two took out their wands at the same time, and said to the building of the Ministry of Magic: "Pestis Incendium!"

Crimson Fiendfyre spewed from the tip of their wands.

The flames set the building of the German Ministry of Magic ablaze with Lucas' full rage.

At the same time, dozens of fire snakes also shot out around the Ministry of Magic building.

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