King's Cross Station.
Within the concealed loading platform, Amorta had just sent off Kinsley and others who were about to board the platform.
Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, who was preparing to step into the battlefield and fight against Death Eaters, was dispatched by Amorta to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.
Turning around, he stepped into the train filled with gold coins, into the empty one-section command cabin.
Tai-Feng was shocked to see the flickering shadows on the black screen within the compartment.
That was the narrow lane where both sides quickly gathered their forces, and the suffocating aura of ruthless killing spilled out even through the screen.
"How about it, isn't this thing fascinating?"
Amorta suddenly spoke, startling Tai-Fel who was entranced. He leapt up from his sofa seat, his wand raised in front of him, staring in horror at the wand-wielding wizard with piercing eyes, a handsome face with a faint smile walking into the compartment.
Amorta? Bryan!
In the official information released by the Ministry of Magic, this wizard is not older than twenty-five.
A twenty-five-year-old wizard whose record is as fierce as the entire world's magical civilization only surpassed by Albus Dumbledore can be considered a demon!
"I have already..."
"Don't worry..."
Looking at Tai-Fel who was frightened into babbling by himself, Amorta waved his hand and smiled gently.
"We are a team, aren't we?"
in the same boat
Tai-Fel's tight lips twitched, a trace of shock appearing in his heart.
A magical prodigy who had not been seen for millennia, young and already famous, he thought that Amorta? Bryan, in private, should be a very arrogant wizard, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be quite down-to-earth.
Glancing at Amorta, Tai-Fel noticed that he was examining the unconscious Thanatos on the sofa, his young face bearing a strange smile that Tai-Fel couldn't decipher.
Deliberating for a moment, Tai-Fel muttered,
"Thanatos? He?"
"Oh, he's fine--"
Amorta's tone was light and cheerful.
"His magical power is depleted and needs some time to recuperate. The Titan skeleton is still too taxing for him."
Oh, of course, he'd best go to St. Mungo's for a thorough check-up."
Tai-Fel immediately understood what Bryan was hinting at, and he was more than happy to do it.
Although Bryan had always maintained a polite and approachable demeanor, the intimidating pressure he exuded inadvertently was too heavy for Tai-Fel.
"I'll take him right now!"
Tai-Fel said, he hurried forward to support the unconscious Thanatos.
As they approached the car door, the empty cargo platform outside the train with no sign of anyone made Tai-Fel fall silent slightly.
Hesitating for a moment, he turned to look at Bryan, who was watching them leave.
"I heard that this train is carrying gold that will be delivered to the Ministry of Magic."
"Actually, it won't be--"
Amorta's calm smile,
"Once the war in Diagon Alley is over, these golds will be re-established in Gringotts, the Ministry's underground vault."
Send the golds back?!
Tai-Fel was startled, but upon meeting the deep purple eyes of Amorta? Bryan that were like a bottomless pond, he quickly gathered his composure and wisely asked no questions. He just nodded and hurriedly got off the train.
Amorta kept watching as Tai-Fel projected the shadow of Thanatos away.
Returning to the bar, Amorta raised his glass of wine, sipped it lightly, and then, silently watched as the two streams of heated battle flowed together.
The death of Ameline Vans did not elicit much emotion from Amorta.
Many people will die in this war today.
He calmly watched as Kinsley rushed up to fight with the Carrow siblings. In a short while, Alec had died in Kinsley's hands, and he himself had also paid the price.
the price of a leg.
Regrettable.
The position of Director of the Auror Office is as cursed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.
The people who hold this position tend to have bad legs.
Alric Crockle howled with heartbreak, rushing up to kill the defeated Kinsley. Fortunately, Hagrid managed to pull himself out of grief and block her.
Kinsley was also taken off the battlefield by the department's hitman.
Amorta also saw Arthur and Alastor fighting side by side against Anthony Dolohov.
In the midst of flying debris, Anthony Dolohov was hit by a curse ray shot by Arthur. The cruel look on his face suddenly froze, and the anger in his eyes disappeared quickly.
However, a spell exploded in Arthur's abdomen before he died, leaving his flesh in ruins!
Alastor rushed to Arthur's side, roaring, while another hitman who was fighting a dark wizard nearby quickly came over, taking Arthur with him and disappearing from the battlefield.
Amorta also saw the Lupin couple fighting to the death with Bellatrix.
The departure of Arthur and Kinsley did not elicit any emotion from Amorta, but when he saw Bellatrix falling into a disadvantageous position against the combined efforts of the Lupin couple, his brow unconsciously furrowed slightly, and his grip on the wine glass gradually tightened.
Only when a portly wizard with an exaggerated build joined the "private duel" and helped Bellatrix escape the disadvantage did Amorta breathe a sigh of relief.
The duel between Sirius and Lucius was evenly matched for a time, and Amorta's gaze wandered.
When the moment that the gold cup, soaked in mud, came into sight --
PATA!
A flash of thunder appeared in the purple eyes, and all the bottles on the wine rack shattered under the pressure of Amorta's unleashed power.
The underground kitchen of Grimmauld Place.
The inside of the house was calm, and the candles on the chandeliers above the long table flickered with light but were unstable. It was like the mood of everyone in the kitchen.
All of the Weasley children, except for the three eldest sons, were seated around the long table.
Fred and George's faces were no longer as lively as usual. The twin brothers sat quietly in their chairs, staring blankly at the flickering candles.
Ron's expression was also dull. His face was pale, and he stared fixedly at his open hands on his knees, not knowing what to think about.
Ginny was curled up in her chair, her arms wrapped around her knees, which were drawn up and together, with her face buried between them, so that her expression was not visible to others.
Harry's clenched fists were dug into his skin, his eyes twitching uncontrollably, and his emerald green eyes were wide open, flickering with light, as if he was afraid of something.
Hermione watched everyone uneasily, her teeth biting down on her lip. Several times, she tried to say something, but nothing came out.
PATA!
A plate was shattered into four or five pieces on the stove.
Mrs. Weasley, her face pale, crouched down and picked up the pieces from the floor.
Hissing...
Her hands were flustered, and her fingers were cut by the sharp edges of the fragments, causing blood to flow instantly.
Mrs. Weasley took a sharp breath and then remembered that she was a witch. She quickly got up and, flustered, drew her wand to repair the plate.
Although she was good at housework, Mrs. Weasley's magic was not as proficient as usual. No matter how she waved her wand, the pieces on the ground only trembled, unwilling to come together.
"Let me do it, Mrs. Weasley..."
The Weasley children seated around the long table were overwhelmed by fear. They saw their mother's injured finger, but showed little concern.
Hermione gasped for a moment, then quickly got up to stand by Mrs. Weasley. After repairing the plate, she hurried over to the cupboard and took out some bandages.
"Oh, thank you, Hermione..."
Mrs. Weasley quickly smiled in a flustered manner.
"It doesn't usually happen like this, magic suddenly stops working."
Hermione didn't say anything but just tightened her grip on Mrs. Weasley's hand.
Weasley's hand.
Huh!
At that moment, a weak flame in the fireplace suddenly became vigorous.
As if thawed from a freeze, the children immediately came to life. They pushed away the chairs behind them and stared blankly at a letter flying out of the flames!
"A letter from the Ministry of Magic--"
George croaked out a dry voice from the back of his throat,
"I saw the Ministry's stamp."
Harry also stood up from his chair, eagerly but fearfully looking at the letter swirling overhead.
"Arthur Weasley was seriously injured and has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. He needs someone to take care of him!"
A voice of a male wizard, huffing and puffing and unfamiliar to them, echoed, causing the Weasley children's bodies to shiver.
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