Although Crabbe fainted, his magic obviously caused great trouble to the Order of the Phoenix.

Even veteran members of the Order of the Phoenix such as Professor McGonagall and Kingsley couldn't get rid of the beam of light that shot up into the sky.

The greater crisis is obviously Sirius and Arthur, who are trapped in a three-meter high wall of flames.

They were trapped inside with 5 Aurors at the same time.

Just when Professor McGonagall and others were about to help, many more figures rushed over from the entrance of the Department of Mysteries.

"We just took down the Auror who was planning to go back and report the information. How could they react so quickly?" Kingsley frowned and asked in a hurried tone, "Is the information leaked?"

Could it be?

Is there a mole between them?

Professor McGonagall shook her head slowly, "I choose to believe in my companions. Dumbledore has confirmed everyone's loyalty for us, and we should no longer doubt anyone."

She waved her wand gently, and suddenly the dim and even cracked crystal balls on the shelf beside her rolled down from the shelf, turning into crystal cats in mid-air and landing lightly on the ground.

Professor McGonagall pursed her lips and looked at those people, "I will stop them. Lupine and Hagrid, you go and help Arthur and the others. Kingsley, Molly, Frank, Alice (Longbottom and his wife), you go and find them quickly."

Prophecy ball!"

But before a few people could take action, a terrifying sound of chanting a curse suddenly came from the high wall of flames, "Avada Kedavra!"

It turned out to be three unforgivable life-killing curses!

The Aurors of the Magical Congress actually cast the Death Curse directly!

Hagrid's expression changed, and he rushed straight into the high wall of flames with a huge wooden shield. The shield was a magic prop made for him by the twin brothers. Its main function was to attach the 'Item Activation Elf Spell', which could help him.

Resist the death curse.

Lupine and Molly didn't have time to think, and they rushed over after them.

Obviously, the level of madness of the Magical Congress has far exceeded their imagination, and this will undoubtedly be the most terrifying high-intensity wizarding war.

The members of the Magic Congress who were rushing from a distance even had time to get closer, and they all cast life-killing curses on them.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Green lights flashed in the dark prophecy hall like a meteor shower, pouring towards them.

Professor McGonagall's expression changed, and she waved her wand. Suddenly, the crystal cats on the ground jumped up one after another, turning into a layered crystal barrier in mid-air.

The barrier that flickered in the candlelight exploded instantly due to the hit of the Death Curse.

And these life-killing curses seemed to never stop, swooping towards them one after another.

"Back off!"

Professor McGonagall yelled and raised the wand in her hand. The crystal cats on the ground jumped up high and automatically looked for the killing curses.

And the ground beneath their feet began to rapidly stretch and deform to the side.

Traceless stretching spell.

By the time they took a few steps back, the Traceless Stretch Spell lost its effect, and they had appeared behind a prophecy ball stand.

But there is no way to hide their figures. Each of them has an orange-red light beam rising into the sky, which really shouldn't be too conspicuous.

Professor McGonagall quickly transformed the crystal balls into masks and cast the 'Item Activation Elf Spell' on them one by one, making them float in front of everyone.

"Wear masks and we have to be extra careful. They seem to be very hostile to us."

Professor McGonagall didn't even have to say it.

Those who rushed in roared, "Kill these invading dark wizards, they want to destroy our lives and destroy our hopes, kill them!"

Oh, and as for the harsher swear words and swear words, they shouldn't be too harsh at all.

"Damn it!" Kingsley's face was full of anger, "The Aurors of the Magical Congress are treating us as the most evil dark wizards!"

Regardless of his status as a gold medal Auror or a member of the Order of the Phoenix, he has always stood at the highest point of morality. When has he ever been treated like this!

This is simply humiliating!

"This is Voldemort's conspiracy, don't fall for it, he just wants us to kill these Aurors!" Frank Longbottom waved his wand and released the Water Mist Disorienting Spell, making the Aurors lose their direction.

"Create hatred!" Professor McGonagall looked disgusted, "Tom's common despicable method!"

On the one hand, they are going all out and even holding the momentum of justice to eliminate evil, while on the other hand, they are restrained in casting spells, and the situation becomes increasingly difficult.

After all, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​a battle-tested society. They started to work in pairs, and each of them split up to find the prophecy ball. This was their goal this time, not to fight those Aurors.

The only good thing now is that, according to inside information, the prophecy ball about Lockhart is still in the Department of Mysteries and has not been moved away.

The Department of Mysteries has always brought together the most mysterious and cutting-edge magical research in the wizarding world, and has its own set of operating logic.

Gore barely knew a little bit.

Taught by Anton.

After all, even Draco complained that Goyle didn't know how to read. Oh, although it was just a joke and it didn't really mean that he didn't know how to read, it was too difficult for a silly guy like Goyle to do extracurricular reading.

Countless prophecy balls stacked in a certain place, like the gathering of collective consciousness, will produce an extremely mysterious magical power - destiny.

Anton guessed that in the prophecy hall of the Department of Mysteries, what was studied was not prophecy, but destiny.

What Gore longs to touch at this moment is destiny.

He was lucky enough to have Anton take him to see Mr. Grindelwald once. Although he didn't understand the gentleman's teachings, he specifically found a magic master in the family to pull out that memory of his and put it in a pensieve.

Watch it over and over again.

Until all the content is memorized.

There are not many parts that can be understood. Mr. Grindelwald said this——

"Prophets observe the general trend, while prophets target individuals. Although everyone's spells are aimed at fate, their methods are completely different. Remember, prophecy is spellcasting. It is like a nail, which can predict countless possible futures.

From the picture, choose one and firmly nail it on the track of destiny."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The effect of this kind of spell is extremely powerful, and it only targets a certain individual, making the target unable to escape, and can only walk step by step into the place predetermined by the prophet.

In orbit.”

"The only problem is that the prophet has no control over his spellcasting."

"Don't think about exploding powerful spiritual power to destroy this prophecy or circumvent this prophecy. Unless you are extremely lucky, you can't change anything at all."

"The most effective and easiest way is to make a lot of predictions."

"A large number of prophecies about something are like nails, nailing an event more and more likely to the track of destiny, making this event present countless outcomes."

"After disrupting this prophecy, the rest is up to man."

"This is also the experience passed down by ancient wizards - do not repeat divination, otherwise the divination will not work."

"Of course, I'm talking about effective divination."

The master's advice has always been to pierce the window paper with one sentence, allowing people to see clearly at a glance.

To change his fate, the only stupid way that Gore could think of was to come to the place closest to fate that Anton had mentioned, so that he could predict the death of his parents more accurately.

Make predictions that were originally uncontrollable become controllable.

Of course, this is definitely not enough, at least it is still difficult for Gore.

He had signed up for the school's elective courses, and Trelawney, the divination professor, was indeed a powerful prophet, but he couldn't learn it!

He's so stupid, what can he do?

The only choice he can make is to know clearly the powerful "magic of love".

Yes, it was the one that Lily Potter cast on the Dark Lord. When he was a child, he heard adults talk about it. This kind of magic is not particularly mysterious. Many people know about this magic.

It's just that the magic of love called Unspelling is too nonsense, even more nonsense than Professor Trelawney's divination, which leads to many wizards not believing it at all.

Most wizards would rather believe in Trelawny's drunken nonsense than believe in any love magic.

Oh, maybe you won't believe either.

In particular, this kind of magic has another name in the oral tradition of pure-blood families - the price paid for love.

Love and sacrifice are an eternal topic.

"If you love me, jump off this cliff..." This is a classic saying in this original version of the wizard's story about magic.

Maybe there are some romantic girls who are willing to believe that such magic really exists in this world, rather than the bedtime stories that drunken adults make up for their children.

Goyle was sitting under a shelf filled with prophecy balls. Here, he could vaguely feel the flavor of the fate described by Anton and Mr. Grindelwald.

It's so unique, so wonderful, so indescribable.

He was silent for a while before taking out a dagger from the pocket of the wizard's robe.

The dagger was very sharp, and the blade shone in the light of the candlestick in the distance.

"Dad...Mom...I love you!"

He murmured softly, tenderly and with a smile, then raised the dagger and stabbed it into the eye socket resolutely.

"Ah~~~"
Chapter completed!