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After everyone in the way had left, Voldemort's wand gracefully pulled a semicircle in the air, giving an invitation to the duel to begin. However, Levinggreen held out his palm again and motioned for him to wait for a moment.

"What's the problem?" Voldemort's brow furrowed, his voice revealing obvious impatience, but he held back his anger and slowly withdrew his wand.

As a half-blooded Dark Lord, Voldemort's worship of pureblood was almost to the point of obsession. He was convinced that only pure-bloods were the noblest beings, and this belief was ingrained in his heart. As a result, in some ways, he still maintains the social etiquette of a traditional pure-blood family – especially when it comes to something as solemn as a duel. Of course, this is limited to opponents whom he approves.

He showed a rare display of patience against Levine. He wondered what the young man was asking for, and why he kept delaying the start of the duel.

Levine pointed to the people of the Order of the Phoenix who were standing between the arch platform and the steps, and said loudly, "I said, go up the steps, and don't try to disturb this duel." "

Voldemort's noseless face tilted slightly, took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. It was his way of expressing his displeasure and anger, but at the moment, he chose to endure.

Once all of the Order of the Phoenix had reached the steps, Levine waved his wand under Voldemort's wary gaze.

Levine chanted a spell in his mouth, and the tip of the staff instantly burst into a dazzling light. He turned sharply, the hem of his black coat arcing in the air like a meteor. Immediately after, a powerful stream of magical energy poured out from the tip of the staff, quickly outlining a huge blue circle of flames around the high platform.

The blue flame seemed to be brought to life, snaking and dancing along the circular concave ground between the steps and the round arch platform, like a roaring blue fire dragon. The entire area was enclosed by this mysterious blue wall of fire, creating a dueling arena that belonged only to Levin and Voldemort.

At this moment, a Death Eater who was close to the flames was caught off guard by the blue tongue of fire. He wailed in horror, but in an instant, his body was reduced to ashes under the ravages of blue flames.

Levin glanced indifferently at the drifting ashes and bounced them away, the only trace left of the Death Eater in the world.

"Now, I can make sure that no one is going to bother us. "

"Heh, Levingrin, you're here to protect those students, right?" Voldemort's sneer echoed in the air, his gaze as sharp as a snake, staring at Ginny not far away. The young wizards were hiding in the circular parapet passage under the steps, and the blue flames that Levin had just cast cut them off from the outside world, forming an impregnable barrier.

Voldemort's wand was slowly raised, the tip of the wand pointed at Ginny's hiding place, his voice menacing, "I've known their whereabouts, Green. If you don't bow down, I'll kill you first, and then let them become my souls one by one." "

In the heat of battle, the two Death Eaters met eyes and nodded to each other. They planned to fly over the steps to the opposite side to continue the fight, as there were more men there and could provide them with greater support. With a turn of their bodies, they turned into black smoke and rose lightly, trying to cross the barrier of blue flames.

However, they did not succeed. Just as they were about to pass the flames, a blue flame that was as nimble and burning as an eel burst out and struck them with lightning speed. The black smoke was ignited completely under the raging flames, and it was burned without a trace in an instant.

Levine glanced up at the falling ashes, a flash of disdain on his face, and did not take Voldemort's threat to heart, but asked in a defiant tone, "I'm ready, let's start now, if you still want to have that ridiculous duel ritual, I'm always ready to accompany you." "

When Voldemort heard this, he felt an inexplicable sense of shame welling up in his heart.

In his opinion, he has always maintained a polite appearance, and Levine has done one thing after another, completely out of pure-blood pride, but Levine treats duel etiquette as a joke in his words, and completely tramples his pride under his feet.

Annoyed, the tip of Voldemort's wand instantly lit up with a green glow, signaling that he was about to launch a deadly attack.

However, Levin was not afraid at all, and his wand port gathered seven colors of magical energy, like a rainbow of dazzling brilliance.

In the monitoring room of the Ministry of Magic, countless huge display screens are densely inlaid on the walls, each screen displays the dynamic scene of all corners of the Ministry of Magic in real time.

At this time, the most central and largest display screen is showing the thrilling melee scene in the Hall of Death.

"Is it alright? is it alright?" Cirilla had been leaning against the doorframe before, but now she suddenly stood up straight, pacing anxiously in place.

Her eyes were locked on the big screen, for fear of missing any key moment.

Beside her, Hermione, Zhang Qiu, and Penelope were equally staring at the screen. According to Levin's previous arrangement, they were temporarily restricted from movement and had to be vigilant before Voldemort showed up, in case of an accident in case of a sneak attack.

Gianna looked at the anxious girls and finally nodded.

In the next second, Sirila was the first to rush out the door. As soon as her figure reached the door, a blue light flashed, and she disappeared into thin air.

"Damn, why don't I have that talent?" Hermione said with envy as she narrowed her eyes and stared at where Sirila had disappeared.

As the ancient blood of the wizarding world, Sirila's use of space-time spells is as natural as instinct, an ability that no one else can match.

The other girls could only stay where they were, obediently using teleportation spells to leave the monitoring room. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Protect them. Gianna instructed Onexia beside her.

She knew that Anonyxia was the most powerful being of them all besides Levine - and that was if Levine lifted the restrictions, of course.

The female black dragon Onexia nodded, and left the monitoring room as well.

In the monitoring room at this time, in addition to Gianna, there is another important figure - Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. However, compared to Gianna's composure and all-in-one bearing, Fudge's performance pales in comparison.

Fudge didn't care at all how Gianna mobilized his troops, because at this time, Fudge's whole person fell into an inexplicable panic, as if all the defenses were broken by the news of Voldemort's return. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his bare head, but he didn't even notice it, let alone take out a handkerchief to wipe it. His lips kept opening and closing, like a fish out of water, and he muttered in a low voice, "It's over, it's over, he's really back." "

The employees of the Ministry of Magic present witnessed this scene, and their evaluation of Fudge instantly fell to the bottom.

The performance of the two is one in the sky and the other in the ground, and it goes without saying who is more suitable to be the leader, and they have responded to Gianna's arrangement, almost treating Fudge as air.

Finally, after issuing a series of orders, Gianna turned her attention to Fudge. She had now taken off her previous disguise, and she no longer maintained the same respectful attitude towards her immediate boss.

Her arms were propped up on her desk, and she leaned forward slightly, closing in on Cornelius Fudge. Her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she saw through the panic and fear in Fudge's heart.

"Connelly, I'll leave you with a chance to resign. Gianna's voice was cold, "For the sake of our relationship, I won't hold you accountable as I did with Crouch." "

Fudge raised his head in astonishment, his eyes full of disbelief, "What do you mean by that, Gianna?" he finally realized the seriousness of the problem, and his voice trembled a little, "It turns out that you can already identify the mysterious person......"

It was only at this moment that Fudge woke up from a dream and realized that Levine and Gianna had known about Voldemort's return. The reason why they maintained an ambiguous attitude before was just to use this opportunity to provoke him against Dumbled. The thought of being kept in the dark sent an indescribable sense of anger and frustration to Fudge's heart.

"Connelly, Connelly," said Lady Gianna Proudmoore's voice with a hint of disappointment and anger, "your crime is not just to conceal the truth about Voldemort's return, but even beyond the scope of dereliction of duty. You'd better see for yourself. "

As she spoke, she slipped a disc into the playback device and stared coldly at Fudge's face. The disc began to spin slowly, and the image on the screen began to become clearer—it was given to her by Hermione, and it recorded a series of Umbridge's crimes.

Fudge's face turned pale instantly, and he stared at the picture tiger on the screen in amazement:

Footage of Umbridge admitting to unleashing the Dementors, using the Unforgivable Spell on Harry, and her willingness to reveal that Fudge was deliberately pretending to be unaware of it, were all displayed before his eyes.

"I don't know, I didn't instruct these things. Fudge's voice trembled and weak, and he felt an inexplicable wave of fear and anger rise from the bottom of his heart. Although he knew about what Umbridge was doing, he never instructed her to do such excesses and dirty methods.

He's the Minister of Magic, how could he do such a despicable thing himself?.