From Scrimgeour's point of view, he could clearly see the situation on the Hunter Squad's side.
So the way Link had almost collapsed from exhaustion just now could not escape Scrimgeour's eyes.
The continuous battles just now had probably already made Link Flamel unable to hold on anymore, right?
Not only that, the entire Hunter Squad of the Flamel family had also suffered heavy losses.
This was the opportunity Scrimgeour had waited for a long time.
An opportunity to eliminate both Voldemort and Link Flamel at the same time, these two cancers.
Presumably, if these two cancers were removed at the same time, the entire Ministry of Magic, and even the entire British wizarding world, would return to its former peace, right?
Just thinking about this made Scrimgeour unable to suppress his excitement.
He turned his head and looked at the Aurors beside him, who were still staring in horror at the distant cloud of high-temperature steam, and opened his mouth to give the order to launch a surprise attack on the Hunter Squad.
However, at the very next moment, the thick white mist filling the sky suddenly spread toward their location.
After releasing heat for a long time, the outer mist was no longer scorching hot but had become warm and damp.
So most of the Aurors did not pay attention to it and instead enjoyed the comfort brought by the mist, as if they were in a sauna.
Before long, the entire Auror position became hazy, and everyone's vision was almost completely blocked by the mist.
Scrimgeour keenly sensed that something was wrong and instinctively wanted to order the mist dispersed.
But unfortunately, it was already too late.
A strand of white mist almost the same color as the surrounding fog suddenly shot out from the mist and silently drilled into Scrimgeour's forehead.
Scrimgeour's expression instantly became extremely dull. His mouth hung slightly open as he fell backward under inertia.
Before he even hit the ground, a surging heat burst out from inside his body and instantly steamed him cooked.
The entire process was extremely cruel, yet it was exactly the same as the earlier victims who had been attacked by the high-temperature steam.
After a while, someone in the Auror position finally reacted and began waving their wands to disperse the clouds and mist.
Under the efforts of one sweeping whirlwind spell after another, the mist filling the sky quickly dispersed completely.
Only then was Scrimgeour's corpse finally discovered.
"Ah! Who did this!?"
The staff officer closest to Scrimgeour stared with red eyes and screamed hysterically.
The Aurors around him looked at each other. After quite a while, one person finally stepped forward and said with an ugly expression, "Judging from the situation, it looks like... it looks like he was scalded to death by that white mist..."
Before he could finish speaking, the staff officer slapped him flying and cursed, "Bullshit! Then why are all of you fine, and only Mr. Scrimgeour is dead?"
Hearing this, many Aurors lowered their heads gloomily.
Some Aurors gathered around Scrimgeour's body, roaring with uncontrollable anger.
If someone looked closely at this moment, they would find that the few who were roaring were mostly veteran Aurors who had followed Scrimgeour for a long time.
Those who lowered their heads, however, were all newly recruited Aurors.
Some of the new Aurors even took advantage of lowering their heads as cover to secretly look toward the distant Hunter Squad position, with smiles on their faces.
There were quite a few smart people among them.
Some conspiracy theorists had even directly guessed the truth of the matter.
But all of them kept silent.
After all, Scrimgeour had never treated them well.
Scrimgeour's methods were simply too crude.
Even to this day he was still using the Second Wizarding War style of training strategy to train the new recruits.
That cruel wartime training model, which was almost enough to cripple a person, made many new Aurors develop resentment toward him.
Moreover, Scrimgeour and his staff group had joined with the veteran Aurors to completely monopolize the promotion channels within the entire Auror force.
So... changing bosses might actually be a better choice.
At least if everything was reshuffled, they would have more opportunities, wouldn't they?
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Just as Scrimgeour had been able to observe the situation on the Hunter Squad's side, the disturbance at the Auror position naturally could not escape Link and the others' eyes.
Looking at the Aurors who had already split into two factions at the Auror position, Emily lightly patted Link's back while saying, "It looks like that guy named Sand succeeded."
"Indeed. He's even more useful than I imagined."
Link withdrew from his meditative state and glanced at the situation at the Auror position as he said, "And the division within the Auror force is quite serious as well."
"It looks like when we take over and integrate the Auror Office later, the process will go more smoothly than we expected before. Old Barty, Percy, it's your turn."
Hearing this, Old Barty and Percy immediately understood. The two of them went straight to the Auror position, preparing to begin asking about the situation and seize command of the Auror force from Scrimgeour's staff group.
In their view, this would not be something particularly difficult.
After all, what Scrimgeour had implemented within the Auror force was a personality-cult style of command.
This kind of model could indeed maintain the troops' loyalty to their commander to a great extent.
It was precisely by relying on this model that Scrimgeour had been able to stand against the Ministry of Magic and even turn the Auror force into what was essentially his private army.
But this personality-cult model also had a huge flaw.
That was, when the person died, the system died with him.
Now, Scrimgeour was already dead.
So the towering structure he had built naturally collapsed as well.
Within that collapsed structure, there would naturally be a small number of die-hard loyalists to Scrimgeour who would offer up their freedom and lives as burial sacrifices.
But most of the people who had once worked and lived in that building would be guided into another building to continue their former lives.
"Hu!"
Not long after Percy and Old Barty left, Link finally took a deep breath and stood up.
The magic power inside his body had recovered to nearly thirty percent under the frenzied stimulation of potions.
Although this level was already very low, it was still enough to support a battle that was not too intense.
"It's time. Blow away the clouds and mist. Let's open the blind box and see what kind of reward heaven will give us."
At Link's order, more than a dozen Hunters immediately stepped forward and raised their wands.
A burst of violent wind suddenly surged from the tips of their wands, pressing the drifting mist and pushing it away into the distance.
Gradually, the clouds and mist dispersed and became thinner and thinner.
Correspondingly, Link and the others tightly gripped the wands in their hands.
The next moment, a hazy shadow appeared within the thick fog.
This shadow was lying flat on the ground. It did not look large and was slowly wriggling.
As the thick fog dispersed, Link and the others finally saw what the shadow looked like.
Voldemort.
Yes, Voldemort was still not dead.
But at this moment he did not look much different from being dead.
His entire lower body had already disappeared without a trace, and the remaining upper body had become horribly mangled from the previous extreme heat.
Large amounts of already thoroughly cooked flesh had fallen away, and at the wrist joints and even the cheeks of his head, white bones were exposed.
Voldemort was like a melted candle, already turned into a sticky blood-covered figure, slowly wriggling on the ground.
As the warm thick fog was blown away, Voldemort seemed to feel the cold and slowly curled into a ball, trembling continuously.
"He… he's actually still not dead?" Cedric said with a pale face. "What a monster!"
John and the others nodded deeply in agreement.
Injuries like Voldemort's would be enough for a normal person to die more than ten times over, yet Voldemort still remained alive.
This simply went beyond common sense.
"It doesn't matter. Even if Voldemort really is a monster, right now he's just a monster that's about to die." Link said coldly. "Let's go. We'll send him to meet Death!"
After speaking, Link raised his wand first.
A bright ball of light suddenly shot out, drawing a beautiful arc through the air.
Seeing this, Emily and the others beside him, along with the Hunters, stopped discussing this "alien-like" Voldemort in front of them and raised their wands one after another.
A large mass of light projectiles suddenly rose into the air, forming a dense net as they shot toward Voldemort.
This level of concentrated attack would not even count as scratching an itch to the earlier Voldemort. With a casual wave of his wand he could have made these attacks vanish into smoke.
But now, his wand had been destroyed by high temperature, his limbs had been melted away, his eyes had been steamed blind, and even his vocal cords had been completely cooked.
Now he was like a naturally disabled infant, wriggling on the ground.
As if sensing the approaching danger, Voldemort struggled to prop up his upper body with arms where bone fragments were already protruding. He raised his head and silently cried out toward the pitch-black ceiling.
It seemed like a wail, yet also like some kind of silent prayer or summoning.
Watching this scene, Dumbledore, who had been hiding in the darkness the whole time, let out a long sigh.
The reason he had come here was actually because he feared that something might go wrong in Link's battle and cause large-scale casualties.
That way, if things reached the point of no return, he could still step in and preserve everyone's lives.
But the development of events had greatly exceeded his expectations.
Link had actually done it.
"This really is… the younger generation is formidable!" Dumbledore said with emotion.
He also longed for Voldemort's destruction.
But not in this form.
Voldemort's destruction right now was only temporary. Although many people, including Sirius and Link, believed that even temporary peace was far better than letting Voldemort continue to exist.
After all, it would buy them more time to prepare for completely eliminating Voldemort.
But Dumbledore did not think that way.
As an old man who had lived for more than a century, he did not have the confidence or luck-based thinking of young people like Link.
Killing Voldemort now would indeed gain more time.
But who could really guarantee that when Voldemort returned next time, he could be completely destroyed?
It should be known that Voldemort had once been dead for more than ten years.
During those ten years, the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore himself had never given up pursuing and eliminating the Death Eaters and Voldemort further.
But all those efforts had not changed the final outcome.
Voldemort still resurrected, and in an extremely short time he gathered another group of Death Eaters and restored most of his power.
This was also another terrifying aspect of Voldemort.
The reason he and Grindelwald were called Dark Lords, and were able to cause such tremendous damage to the wizarding world, was not only because of their powerful magic, but because of their ability to manipulate people's hearts.
There would always be conflicts caused by different social classes in this world, and those conflicts gave rise to misfortune.
And misfortune was the soil that people like Voldemort depended on to survive.
Dumbledore could already foresee it.
After this death, Voldemort would turn into a ghost, wandering throughout the wizarding world, searching for unfortunate people and slowly gathering strength again.
And when he returned next time, would Link and the others, or even the descendants of Link and the others, really have the ability to completely destroy him?
Dumbledore deeply doubted it.
In comparison, he still felt that the plan he had made according to Trelawney's prophecy would be more suitable.
Although many people would die in the process of carrying out that plan, at least it would remove Voldemort's threat once and for all.
Not only that, this plan could also preserve Harry's life.
That could be considered an explanation to Snape.
Unfortunately, this plan probably could not be carried out now.
Although he did not approve of what Link and the others were doing, he would not stop them.
Having thought this far, Dumbledore silently turned around and walked unsteadily toward the passage, preparing to leave the Memory Hall.
Behind him, countless spell projectiles swayed as they fell toward Voldemort's head.
Now that Link's plan had succeeded, what came next would be left for Link to handle.
The future belonged to the young.
Since they had not chosen the path that he, an old man, had chosen for them, then they would have to carry the responsibility themselves.
This was Dumbledore's thinking at this moment.
However, before he had walked very far, his steps suddenly stopped.
As if he had sensed something, he suddenly turned and looked into the air, and his expression immediately became gloomy.
On the ceiling of the Memory Hall, a patch of darkness was spreading at an extremely fast speed.
It was a darkness purer than darkness itself.
It was like a black hole, with a strange attraction. Anything that approached it would be swallowed.
Including light, sight, sound, warmth, and even magic power.
As the darkness gradually covered the entire Memory Hall, everything vanished.
Even the net of spells flying toward Voldemort was no exception.
That strange darkness swallowed all the spells in a single pulse.
Seeing this, a terrifying smile appeared on Voldemort's ruined face.
He raised both hands high, and from his already cooked throat came a horrifying "heh heh heh" laugh.
"Li… Link!"
Emily called her fiance's name with a slight stutter.
The darkness before her made her feel extreme unease.
But when she turned her head to look, she discovered that at some point Link's body had once again been covered by that layer of mist armor wrapped in complex cloud patterns.
"Krell..."
Link called expressionlessly, "Take Emily and leave here. As for the rest of you, cover me!"
BOOM!
The sound of a sonic blast rang out once again.
By the time Emily and the others came back to their senses, they discovered that Link had already charged out once more.
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