There are still traces of war left on the edge of Hogsmeade's village, and Voldemort spent some time to remember.

Although he escaped last time, he had fought with two world's top wizards one after another, and the Ministry of Magic of various countries' evaluation of Voldemort's threat has increased sharply.

With the principal of the Ifamoni School in the United States as a lesson, no one dares to underestimate this evil force entrenched in Britain. The decisive battle half a century ago has been mentioned repeatedly. Many newspapers have publicly called him "the second generation of Dark Lord".

Voldemort was strolling on the streets of Hogsmeade, looking for his own goal.

He was looking for a place, not a sticky lover's teahouse, nor an owl post office filled with bird droppings and noises. He saw three broom bars from afar, weighed his hands, and then he saw a deep alley.

The long-standing memory was touched, and he walked in with a little sadness and stopped at the door of a small bar.

Everything here seems to have not changed - the broken wooden sign, the rusty bracket, the wooden sign and the bracket sway together when the wind blows. The rude sound of wine floats out through the bay window with thick dirt.

"Hey!"

Voldemort pushed the door and walked into the Pig Head Bar, bringing the cold wind in the early February night. The scene in front of him became more familiar with him: there were more than a dozen guests with their heads and tails sitting in the bar, wearing veils and hoods, as if this was the latest trend nowadays.

Just a brief look, he determined that at least three tables of guests were conducting illegal transactions.

The waiter at the bar was pushing a glass of blue fire to the guy wearing a hood. Then the waiter, Abuforth, continued to wipe the empty wine glass, while raising his head casually, his movements suddenly froze.

The sound of the cup breaking attracted the attention of other guests. They looked at Abuforth and then placed their vigilant eyes on Voldemort.

"Hiss~"

There was a terrible sound of air pumping. The temperature in this dirty and small, dim room seemed to drop to freezing point in an instant.

"God, mysterious man!" a male witch shouted by the fireplace.

He was wrapped in blood-stained bandages. It was difficult for such a dress to be welcomed by three brooms not far away, but he could appear in the Pig Head Bar, which is why this small bar can last forever.

The witch stood up in a panic, and as she slammed over the table in front of her, he took out his wand - not for attack - but for the phantom move.

Then a green light flashed, and he fell down straight, his eyes that were wide open showed his uneasiness before his death.

Voldemort lazily held his wand and saluted, "I plan to entertain a guest, so everyone, I hope you can help."

For a moment, the air in the bar seemed to solidify.

With dark circles in his eyes, the thin wizard, who was suspected to be a vampire, screamed: "He wants to kill everyone!" Voldemort's eyes slowly moved, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. He raised his wand, and the strange guests in the Pig Head Bar fell like wheat-

Resistance began and the massacre began.

Another person tried to move the figure, but was wrapped around his neck by the shadow in the dark and strangled to death. The faint light brought by the desperate cry and spell across the air was confined in this dim bar, and no one could escape.

In less than a minute, there were only three people left in the room.

Abforth summoned the patron saint, and he wanted to convey the news of Voldemort's arrival. The physical patron saint passed through the wall and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Voldemort calmed down after the killing and stared at the face that looked very similar to Dumbledore.

If he only looked similar, he wouldn't care at all, so he would kill him. But Abuforth was not only not weak, but was far beyond the level of an ordinary wizard. His will to resist was also extremely tenacious, causing some trouble to Voldemort - insignificant, but enough to make him look at it differently.

For Voldemort, who was obsessed with the power of blood, he was powerful and similar to Dumbledore. These characteristics made him connect Abuforth and Dumbledore. He stared at the bright blue eyes gushing out of Abuforth's dirty glasses, and the strands of gray hair and beard like tinsels, which became more and more similar to him.

The failed job search experience decades ago came to my mind:

He was ambitious and prepared to spread his influence to the entire magic world. He chose the professor of the Dark Magic Defense Arts class as his springboard, but his plan died before it even began. Dumbledore ruthlessly rejected him and pointed out the embarrassing fact that his servant was staying in the Pig Head Bar.

He remembers Dumbledore admitting himself that he had a good relationship with the local bar staff...

"So that's it." Voldemort smiled, with an evil expression on his face. He waved his arms twice, and two more wizards fell down, leaving only Abuforth.

Abuforth's face was solemn. He knew he could not escape. There was hope before, but he had to compete. It turned out that this was the wrong choice. He was no match. Now he was the only one left. It was hard to move the phantom in front of Voldemort.

"Who is Dumbledore?" Voldemort asked softly.

"Ph!" Abuforth spat on the ground, mixed with the winding blood flow. He raised his wand.

The battle ended very quickly.

Although all the evidence was on the surface, Abuforth had stubborn resistance, and even though half of the walls of the Pighead Bar turned into ruins, Voldemort won easily. He slowly waved the snake wooden stick, and several snake-like ropes emerged from the tip of the stick, trapping Abuforth firmly.

He was hung upside down on the shaky ceiling.

Voldemort was extremely satisfied. He walked to Abforth, watched him struggle and leisurely attracted a bottle of wine and a cup from the bar rack, but both the bottle and the cup were too dirty. He threw it away in disgust and asked in a nearly whispering voice: "Can you say it now? Who are you from Dumbledore? Relatives, or... brothers?"

"You...sheep shit...dish..." Abuforth's blood-seeking mouth spit out a few scattered words, which didn't sound like good things.

"You have to learn to respect the strong. Has no one taught you? Or are you illiterate?" said the queen of Voldemort. He waved his hand, and the snake-like rope tightly wrapped around Abuforth's neck. He said calmly, "Heart--"

A depressing scream rang out.

"I hope you can survive Dumbledore to save you."

Compared with the tragedy that happened in the Pig Head Bar, the Sword Castle in Diagon Alley is like a burning sword, attracting everyone's attention. The sharp blade is facing upward, rolling up black smoke. In the darkness, more than a dozen black-robed wizards continued to add fire, and the building fragments falling from the Sword Castle smashed burning pits on the ground one by one.

The strikers stationed in Diagon Alley fought fiercely with the black-robed wizard.

"Damn it, they actually used the fire! Do they want to completely destroy this place?" A striker hid behind Olivand's window, suddenly stretched out his arm and threw out several spells, knocking down a rash enemy.

But Holt's heart kept falling. He didn't know what was happening in the ministry, but it had been five minutes since the sending of a distress signal. The ministry's support had not arrived for a long time. At present, there were only two emergency teams in Diagon Alley, and daily patrols were enough. However, in the face of the sudden attack, this little person seemed to be stretched.

Not long after, they had to give up the public fireplace guarding Diagon Alley and fight on their own in the streets and alleys.

With a few loud noises, Holt knew that the fireplace with a long history had been blown into pieces. There would be no support in a short period of time.

He gasped and looked at the sword castle in the distance. The magical building seemed to be shaking. He hoped that there would not be too many people inside, maybe they had already escaped. Suddenly, he rubbed his eyes, suspected that his eyes were blurred.

A man appeared silently at the door of the sword castle, staring up at the burning torch.

With the help of the swaying fire, Holt saw the man's side face, short black hair, blue eyes, and tall. Holt wanted to scream, but he was too far away, and then he saw a shocking scene. The surrounding fire spontaneously gathered in the hand of the man, condensed into the shape of a long sword. The flame flashed, and a black wizard standing not far away passed through the chest by the flame sword. The next second, a large amount of flame burst out from the black wizard's body, and burned into charcoal in the blink of an eye.

Holt seemed to be nailed to the spot and could not move. At this time, a spell came from the corner, but it was beaten and hit the window glass, and cut off the metal fence in half. He quickly shrank his head and squatted down, throwing out a few spells, knowing that he must have not hit the person.

"Boy, come in! Quick!" A voice said from the top of his head, Holt raised his head and saw Ollivander with white hair waved to him through the window.

Holt almost fell to his chin. Didn’t this old man go abroad for vacation? He rolled and crawled into the house, and the door slammed, and he asked anxiously: “Are you really Mr. Ollivander?”

"It's like a fake one." Ollivand said hiding behind a pile of old boxes, observing the movement outside.

"But you are not--"

"That's fake news, a lie. I've been hiding in the basement of the store," Ollivander muttered, "I have to do this. For a while, many craftsmen have suffered. I don't want to disappear inexplicably like Grigovic... The Ministry of Magic is only you? Why are there not as many Death Eaters yet?"

“Now there are only two squads in Diagon Alley, and the fireplace is destroyed,” Holt explained. “But the turn is here.”

"Why didn't I see it?" Ollivand whispered.

The screams outside suddenly weakened, and Felix glanced into the hall. Although it was in a mess, there was no corpse. Remus and a dozen staff members were protected by a group of tall and burly magic guards and fought more than twenty black wizards.

The surface of these large puppets was filled with water-like light, and ordinary spells did not work at all when they hit them. Rather than being evenly matched, Remus and the others were dragging the group of people.

What's more, these employees are fully armed with a complete set of curse series products.

Felix turned his head and appeared in the sky, spread out the Book of Magic, and slashed black lightnings downwards. In just a few seconds, the enemies outside the sword castle were cleared out. He walked into the hall of the sword castle, and there was still fierce fighting inside. The group of black wizards did not notice Felix's arrival, or the people guarding outside did not have time to notify.

"Can you withdraw?" a dark wizard shouted, "We can't attack at all! Those stone bumps are too strong and harder than metal!"

"No! You have to wait for that person to come." Another person said, his status was significantly higher and seemed to be the leader.

Felix also noticed this person and soon found the corresponding name on the Death Eater list, "Lesterlanch..." was a member of the Lesterlanch family. "Are you waiting for me?" He walked to the battlefield, his fingers slashed the air, and black smoke rolled away.

"It's Felix Hepp! He's here, go!"

Someone shouted, they all moved in one after another, but it was too late, and Felix failed to find Bellatrix Lestrang from these people, and he was a little disappointed, but this was not planned, and Voldemort had not been forced into the corner, nor did he have any greater temptation to separate him from the only Horcrux.

He waved his hand again, and the hall was covered with silver light, and in the blink of an eye they seemed to be taken to a completely unfamiliar place. Before he could react, the overwhelming golden flames filled the special space.

They were burned to ashes in their thinking space.

In reality, the dark wizards were blinded, their bodies were stiff, and their eyes were involuntarily turned up. Penelo took the opportunity to faint the two people before he noticed the abnormality.

"This is?"

Cremy pointed to Felix, and Penelo suddenly realized and showed a surprise expression. She stared at the dark wizards, who had escaped from their special state, "Quick--" one of them shouted, "Run" before the word "run" was finished, their bodies became stiff again, as if they were hit hard by an invisible hammer on the back of their heads.

The others in the sword castle stopped one after another, and the black wizards walked around and took a few steps and fell down in one go.

Felix found the 'Leestrange', squatted down and opened his eyes, and looked at each other. The 'Leestrange's' eyes magically turned silver-gray. After a while, Felix stood up.

He waved his magic wand, and the burning fires inside and outside the sword castle gathered to him. The tip of the wand seemed to be a black hole, with infinite suction. The fires that entrenched on the building, which turned into various animal forms, were torn and deformed, and finally they all gathered together and turned into a small ball.

Felix took it off gently and held it in his hand, like holding it a bit warm glass ball.

"Felix." Lupin came over, "These people..."

"Corre them first. The Ministry of Magic has no time to send someone to accept it. How is your experience here? Are there any casualties?" Felix asked in a low voice.

"No casualties." Lupin said gasping, looking at the people lying on the ground in the distance, unable to help but smile. "The attack happened after get off work, most of the people went back. I gathered the rest of the people together and avoided the first wave of attacks. Then I launched the puppet guards to let those employees who were not good at fighting leave the fireplace, so it took some time for the rest of the people who volunteered to leave the company to follow the puppet guards to the hall, and just happened to run into these people."

"To be honest, the enemy's strength..." He frowned, "It's different from what I think. It's like I'm just getting together for a while, with only a few good players. In fact, we can fight more aggressively, but I didn't do that. Penelo and the others are not warriors."

"You're right," Felix nodded, "Voldemort's power is not enough to fight against Hogwarts, Future World Company and the Ministry of Magic at the same time. I probably looked at their memories. These people were composed of several Death Eaters and the black wizards they had been trying to create chaos as much as possible. It is estimated that the Ministry of Magic will have a similar situation."

"If this is the case, there will be much less casualties." Lupin analyzed, "How is the school?"

"Well, everything was peaceful when I came here. Now, it's hard to say..."

"Go back quickly! I can handle it here, I promise that when you come again, everything will be restored to its original state." Lupin said quickly.

Felix chuckled gently, stepped out, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly—

Hogwarts, Frank and Alice, disguised as students, held the map of the living spots and stared at the name "Avery" above. Suddenly, a messy sound of footsteps came from the spiral stairs. The two looked at each other and looked down at the extra string of student names on the map.

After getting the broom, the students scattered to various entrances of the school. Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred and George, and some of them rushed to the castle gate and were surprised to find that the door had been locked and Felch was guarding the door.
To be continued...