In the Harry Potter Without Harry Potter

Amycus led the way cautiously out of the utility room.

It had just been less than ten minutes, and they had already seen four Witching Horizon squads pass in front of them, so this was a perfect opportunity!

"Whether we die or live depends on this chance! I know some of you have family still in the house, but as long as we run out and bring more chaos here they would have a chance of surviving!"

Amycus made a final pre-battle speech, but in fact, in front of the choice between life and death, these Purebloods following him were incredibly aware of how to make a choice.

Thus, this group of purebloods initiated a charge, they found the weakest point in the Witching Horizon encirclement, as long as they could rush out of the range of the Anti-Apparition Charm, then they would live!

At first, their actions went smoothly.

The Witching Horizon's encircling net at the innermost level really didn't stop them, Amycus and the others only encountered one Witching Horizon squad on their way, and that squad didn't have the slightest intention to obstruct them, they just let them out easily.

This phenomenon further boosted their spirits, thinking that as long as the innermost encirclement could be broken through, then even if there were still enemies on the periphery, they would be unable to deal a blow to them.

After that, it was exactly the same as what they thought until they completely ran out of the Manor's buildings and came to the lawn, they didn't encounter any effective obstruction or attack.

It was like all of the Witching Horizon Wizards were attracted by Lucius and their movement.

However, just as they excitedly climbed over the already collapsed wall and planned to rush right through the field just like that.

In the darkness of the night, countless figures in white robes surrounded the entire Manor from the wheat fields!

Amycus froze in place on the spot, and everyone around him held their wands in their hands with panicked looks on their faces.

Lily, who was the commander of this subsequent second wave of support coming to this troop, just looked coldly at these dozen purebloods who had just run out from the Manor, she didn't say anything, she just waved her hand.

In the next moment, red and green intertwined rays of light illuminated the entire night sky!

Lucius didn't know exactly how far they had sprinted forward.

It might have been ten metres, or twenty, or maybe thirty, but it definitely wasn't any farther than fifty metres or more, because they hadn't even crossed this small open-air square before more than eight squads had already surrounded them.

A single squad consisting of two teams, with three members a team, which meant that around fifty people had already gathered here, which was not the same scenario they had envisioned at the beginning at all!

The number of people in Witching Horizon's operation this time was far beyond all of their expectations, and the density of the sweep within the Manor was definitely not just 20 metres apart, otherwise, it would be impossible to gather such a large number of people in such a short period of time.

And the increase in the number of people of Witching Horizon was nowhere near stopping just yet, it was still constantly increasing, but the number of people around Lucius was constantly decreasing!

Not only in terms of numbers, but even the strength of pureblood was also far inferior to these Witching Horizon's wizards, which made Lucius fall into a completely desperate situation.

In the face of such an attack, they simply couldn't escape, and if they died here, then the others who were within the Manor right now wouldn't be able to survive at all!

Just as some of the purebloods had already thrown down the wands in their hands, intending to kneel down and beg for mercy, even Lucius himself was already considering surrendering.

A black mist suddenly leapt down from the sky in one fell swoop!

In the next second, the black fog enveloped the entire Manor, and any Witching Horizon Wizard who came into contact with this fog, instantly felt as if his/her body had been emptied of all his/her strength, and they couldn't even hold their wands in their hands steadily, and just collapsed straight to the ground!

The second the black mist appeared, Moody reacted.

"Back off! It's the Dark Lord! Back off!"

As if to confirm what he had said, the black mist that had spread out suddenly contracted, and then Voldemort with an icy face appeared above Lucius and the others!

Regarding his arrival, every one of the Witching Horizon's wizards couldn't help but reveal a tense expression, but even so, there wasn't a single person who immediately turned around to run away.

And the purebloods, those who hadn't had time to throw down their wands and fall to their knees in surrender were suddenly ecstatic! Chanting Voldemort's name.

Those who had already fallen to their knees moved incredibly quickly to pick up their wands from the ground and get back up as if the person who had just begged for mercy on the ground wasn't even themselves.

Lucius was even more thankful, his body was so weak that he almost fell to the ground.

He knew very well that as long as Voldemort himself came, then their lives were definitely saved.

Voldemort didn't glance downwards at all after appearing in person, which kind of relieved the embarrassment of those purebloods who had surrendered early so that they could still pull a shroud over their hearts and delude themselves that maybe that kind of behaviour which had already been a form of betrayal in the previous seconds hadn't yet been noticed by their lord.

"Do you really think you're going to win already?"

Voldemort's voice was laced with coldness, he didn't bother to look at Moody or anyone in the Witching Horizon as he spoke, just gazed at the old man who had stepped in, one step at a time, from outside the Manor.

"We certainly don't count it as a sure win if we did not defeat you."

After seeing Dumbledore who walked over, the tenseness on Moody's and others' faces disappeared.

Dumbledore is their absolute backbone, as long as he is present, then even if they face Voldemort himself, no one will feel afraid.

"So you think you've got me?"

Voldemort cracked his mouth, he looked like he was smiling, but he couldn't make anyone feel the slightest hint of a smile, those icy eyes just stared at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore shook his head.

"It's not that I think I can get the better of you, Riddle, it should be that the loss of the British Ministry of Magic is now too much for you to bear, and if you don't step in, then the whole of Britain will already have changed back to what it originally was before the battle between us happened."

Voldemort held the wand in his hand, and everyone in Witching Horizon was staring at the wand in his hand as well, but even though the atmosphere of the scene was already so tense, and even with the bodies of Pureblood and Auror lying on the ground, Voldemort still looked as if he didn't have any intention of making a move.

"There's a first time and then there's a second time, Dumbledore."

"I've never denied my past failures, but was it really you who defeated me the first time?"

"Then why are you so sure that I won't be the one to do it next?"

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

The voices of the two men speaking were both clearly calm, yet one could still feel the lingering smell of gunpowder in them.

And just as either Moody and the others or Lucius and the others thought that a showdown that would be enough to be included in the history of magic was about to begin tonight, Voldemort's voice suddenly resounded once again.

"On Christmas night, right in the British Ministry of Magic, we shall end this war."

Dumbledore looked at him calmly and nodded lightly.

"A very good offer."

After determining the time and place, Dumbledore waved at Moody and the Wizards of Witching Horizon and began to slowly retreat and withdraw from Carrow Manor.

The moment Voldemort appeared, their strategic purpose for the night had been achieved.

It appeared that Voldemort himself had determined the time and place for the duel that would determine the ultimate victory of this war, but in reality, this was actually the result of Dumbledore's coercion.

As for why the time was not set for tonight, it was because no matter whether it was Dumbledore or Voldemort, both of them still had some things that were not fully prepared.

***

Early the next morning, Jon could sense that Dandy was paying extra attention to him.

Yesterday's events hadn't cancelled out his suspicions, as Jon had indeed spent far too much time within the Time Room, it just wasn't something that could really be explained away with a reason such as an interest in the Time-Turner.

However, this time, Jon didn't intend to use the normal method to enter the Time Room, he left the Department of Mysteries at noon that day, and before he left, he even whined a lot, saying that life here was boring and that he had to face hostility from some inexplicable people, saying that if he had known that he wouldn't have come in the first place.

And this scene was of course seen by Dandy. After watching Jon leave the Department of Mysteries with his own eyes, his inner guard was slightly relaxed.

But in fact, Jon was just pretending, not long after he left the Department of Mysteries, he immediately put on a cloak of invisibility and followed Slughorn back to his office, and then quietly waited for darkness in his office.

Because only after darkness, the purebloods patrolling here would mention the interval time of more than 20 minutes, so that the gap would be enough for them to have the opportunity to enter that secret room in the Time Room again and re-check all the things inside completely.

Darkness quickly descended.

Counting on the time when Dandy's round of their patrol was over, this time Slughorn and Jon came inside the Time Room together, cloaked in the invisibility cloak.

The bird-shaped ornament had already been repaired by Slughorn last night, and the potion that catalysed the transformation was not complicated, and it was certainly a breeze for a potion master of his calibre.

Re-removing the egg, he opened the door that was hidden in the wall.

The place was unchanged from Jon's first visit, and Slughorn's eyes were on the wooden box at the very first moment, just as Jon did when he first entered.

After rechecking that the wooden box was indeed empty, Slughorn turned his gaze to the frame of the mirror that looked like it was missing a mirror.

"Make sure for once whether this thing has a magical presence or not."

Jon's hand touched the mirror frame, and then his eyes lit up.

"It has! And the magic in it is strong, stronger than any of those alchemical items I came into contact with in the Time Room!"

When Slughorn heard Jon's words, he took a deep breath as if he was sure of something, and aimed the wand in his hand at the mirror frame.

"Revelio."

Under the influence of the spell, the originally simple-looking mirror frame slowly revealed its original and true form!

----

Thanks for all your love and support.

Completed . Read all advanced chapters on P@treon. If you have some extra pocket money, Support me at P@treon: [email protected]/Crazy_Cat.

Happy Reading!!!