My understanding is incredible, I built a floating city in Hogwarts

At this moment, looking at Umbridge's triumphant face on the screen, the anger in Fudge's heart reached its peak. If this woman appeared in front of him at this moment, he really wanted to cast an unforgivable spell on her personally.

What was going on in the mind of this crazy woman?

Looking at Cornelius Fudge's face, distorted by shock and anger, Ms. Gianna Proudmoore folded her arms around her chest and said calmly, "As an old colleague, I actually want to believe that you are innocent in my heart. But in the entire wizarding world, I'm afraid no one would think that way - especially after everyone witnessed Voldemort's return. After all, Umbridge has always been your person, and what she does will inevitably make people think of you. "

Speaking of this, Gianna paused, her tone softened a little, and earnestly advised, "Connelly, it's time to make a choice. Take the initiative to surrender your rights and persuade your people to surrender. That way, I can get you to leave with dignity and not disgrace you like I did with Barty Crouch. I'm willing to give you this opportunity, because I truly believe you won't dictate Umbridge to do those things. You're a little dull, but I'm sure you're not bad enough to do that. "

At the same time, the halls of the Department of Mysteries are in chaos. Spells of all colors intertwined wildly in the air, like an intricate web of magic. Roars, cries of pain, the footsteps of giants, and the clashing of the Iron Golem's joints mingle to form a chaotic and furious symphony.

However, in the midst of this chaotic whirlpool, nothing stands out more than the arched platform below the center of the Hall of Death.

It was once the place where the death penalty was carried out, but now it has become the stage of a decisive battle.

Around the high platform, blue flames burned brightly, as if they were about to swallow the entire space. Inside the flames, two powerful magical 490 forces collided violently, blurring the battle between Levin and Voldemort.

The Aurors and the Death Eaters couldn't help but look at the duel between the top wizards during the battle. Although many people lost their lives because of distraction, their curiosity was drawn like a magnet to the battle in the flames.

After all, no matter how fierce the battle between them is, what really determines the direction of the battlefield is the victory or defeat in the flames.

Although it is impossible to see the details of the battle through a layer of magical flames, just from the terrifying magical energy that overflows from within, one can deeply feel the fierceness of the battle.

From time to time, the green light of [Avadasuo Curse] erupted around the flames, like the eyes of the god of death flickering in the darkness, the rainbow of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple intertwined into brilliant bands of light, and the low gong sound of the silver shield echoed in the air, as if to cheer for battle, angry roars, huge tentacles waving in the air, and each attack had the power to destroy the world.

There have been quite a few wizards who have been killed by these spilled magical energy because they were too close, and their corpses looked particularly miserable against the backdrop of the flames.

Only a powerful and courageous wizard would dare to try to descend the stairs and observe this thrilling duel up close. Bellatrix Lestrange is one of them.

Her eyes widened with frenzy and anticipation, and she flung out her magic whip, nimble as a snake, and slammed it at the Aurors who tried to cast a spell on her. Every time her long black whip wrapped tightly around an Auror's neck, she couldn't help but look at the high platform again, where her master was fighting a fierce rival (CGDI).

There was a tightness in the whip in his hand, and a cruel smile curled into the corners of Bellatrix's mouth. She tugged back, then raised her hand and threw it out, and the suffocated Auror on the whip flew into the air, slamming into a Death Eater who was also flying in the air, and the scene was horrible and unusual.

She looked in the direction of the other hapless fly, and saw a female Auror in uniform with short silver-gray shawl hair standing high on the opposite step.

The woman withdrew a silver sword, turning it back into a wand, and their eyes collided violently in the air.

Bellatrix looked at the other party's proudly held head high, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart. The whip in her hand turned into a wand again, and swung it to the right. The green light flickered, and a burly, prime-aged Auror fell silently to the ground.

However, she was surprised to find that the female Auror's movements were as neat as her own, and it was clear that as the one who struck later, the other party was even a few points faster than her. Almost as soon as her spell struck the Auror, the woman appeared next to another Death Eater. The wand in her hand transformed into a sword, easily breaking through the Death Eater's defenses, splitting him in two instantly.

Bellatrix witnessed the young girl's neat movements, and an inexplicable excitement welled up in her heart. She didn't expect that there would be such a ruthless character hidden in the camp of the Aurors.

This fresh fighting intent, like a raging flame, instantly ignited her fighting spirit. She screamed and sneered in her baby-like fake voice, "Ahahaha, come down and play, little girl!"

The Auror seemed to have anticipated her challenge - she didn't even hesitate, just stuck out her tongue and licked her lips lightly, as if savoring the battle that was coming, and then, with a firm and powerful step, strode forward.

She was surrounded by three companions, one of whom wore the same Auror uniform and had waist-length tan hair, the other two being a girl with thick brown hair and bright brown eyes, and a girl with long black straight hair and obvious dragon appearance, both wearing Hogwarts uniforms.

All three of them tried to dissuade the impulsive Auror. However, as if she hadn't heard, she stepped over the steps and the corpses all over the ground, and moved straight in the direction of Bellatrix.

Although the two sides are far apart and have not really played each other, the tension in the air already makes people feel the intensity of the open and secret battles.

Every time Bellatrix casts a spell to kill an Auror, the female Auror named Cirila will finish off a Death Eater in the same way. A silent contest ensued between them, each of which was an attempt to suppress each other's arrogance.

In the end, Bellatrix couldn't contain the anxiety in her heart. She swung the magic whip in her hand and swept an Auror over. Then, she gripped the Auror's throat tightly with the silver alchemical prosthetic hand that Voldemort had given her. As the power of the prosthetic hand was unleashed, the Auror's life force was quickly drained, eventually turning into a shriveled corpse, like a mummy weathered for years.

But Sirila did not show weakness, her eyes flashed with excitement, and she directly attached the magic of [Vampire's Touch] to the arcane sword, and then a flash appeared next to a Death Eater, and the sword swung away.

The blood and life force of the Death Eaters were quickly absorbed by the silver sword as the wound was quickly absorbed, and a steady stream poured into Cirila's body. The Death Eater, on the other hand, instantly turned into a shriveled corpse, which was casually tossed to the ground by Cirilla and turned into a pile of powder, dissipating into the air. This scene has the same effect as Bellatrix.

Bellatrix burst out laughing excitedly at this, and she attacked with her magic whip while she waited impatiently for Cirila's approach.

She finally understood where that familiarity came from, the enjoyment in the other party's eyes during the battle was the same as the bloodthirsty desire in her heart, as if she had found a like-minded kind. But what shocked her even more was that when their eyes were cast in the direction of the archway, the fanatical look was exactly the same.

This female Auror is obviously the same kind as herself.

Bellatrix's owner is Voldemort, and Cirilla is fanatical about the Levengreen. Both witches fight for their loved ones, and this wonderful fate makes the battle between them even more intense.

And this beautiful female Auror, that is, Sirila, recognized the identity of the other party from the beginning. This allowed her to completely release her suppressed fighting spirit for more than half a year.

She knew that Bellatrix's husband was Rudolphus according to the Ministry of Magic, but she could tell from the other person's eyes that the person they loved the most was dueling her beloved at the arch. This strengthens Cirella's belief that she will compete with Bellatrix to see who is truly strong.

For this reason, Cirilla ignored Levin's repeated instructions and left Penelope, Hermione, and Zhang Qiu in place, not even an Auror and an employee of the Arcane United Company, and came to fight alone.

"Hah! There is nothing more refreshing and romantic than this!" Although neither of them spoke, their hearts coincided at this moment.

While they fought, the people they fought for certainly fought more fiercely with each other.

Under the background of the blue flames, the spells intertwined and collided, and the magic power erupted like a torrent, and the huge sound of shattering echoed in this hall of death that was noisy due to the battle, but it also made the surrounding noise seem insignificant in an instant.

Gao Tai began to tremble under the fierce confrontation between Levin and Voldemort, two of the most powerful wizards in the world, and could barely withstand the impact of this force. Levin and Voldemort had to hold the ground hand and foot together to prevent themselves from falling in the aftermath of the battle. Every move they made seemed extremely difficult, but they still persevered and refused to give up.

At the same time, the three illusions created by Levin with the [Mirror Technique] were also like entities, trying to maintain balance on the trembling high platform.

These illusions were not destroyed by Voldemort, but they also seemed to be shaky in such a high-intensity battle.

The ground shook more and more violently, the stone face cracked under the tremendous pressure, and the rubble was splashed everywhere. Yet, the arch stood as if it were alive in the chaos, as if it were the true master of the Hall of Death.

Pictured is Cirella. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)