Homecoming from Hogwarts

On a rainy night, the flower of sin bloomed in Berlin.

Amidst the sharp, maniacal laughter, the adult scorpion tail beast that had guarded Extar for nearly a century wailed and screamed under the evil fire.

The huge scorpion's tail whipped the black rock wall, and Extar trembled.

The giant dragon evolved from the pale flames spread its wings, and its wingtips flew over the narrow road on the rock wall. Thousands of young scorpion-tailed beasts fell into the abyss like raindrops!

Black Ink Mark, blooming outside of the UK for the first time.

"Ah, no wonder Amos Tower Blaine is so fond of the calendar fire--"

Bathed in the invincible firelight, Adam Vogel pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose. He looked at the adult scorpion tail beast whose wailing gradually subsided in the abyss, and an elegant smile spread across his lips.

"This is indeed a very practical magic."

No one answered.

Greengrass, Jasna Vogel and others standing behind him remained silent, looking indifferently at the edge of the abyss, waving their wands wildly, releasing more Bellatrixes of the Fire.

Bang, bang, bang
A series of firecracker-like sounds rang out outside the long, narrow, maze-like tunnel, causing a group of Death Eaters at the edge of the abyss to change their expressions slightly.

The violent wind stirred by the raging fire blew Jasna's soft brown curly hair. She turned her face to the side and looked at the pale corridor. Her indifferent eyebrows moved.
"What's going on? They're from the German Ministry of Magic. They shouldn't be here now."

"There's nothing strange about that, Jasna. I think something went wrong with dear Malfoy--"

Adam, who was enjoying the grand destruction but was disturbed by it, smiled slightly and said softly,

"It's a shame but I think it's time for us to leave--"

Rodolphus Lestrange immediately stepped forward and shouted at Bella to stop, but was responded with impatient insults.

"You damned thugs, I swear I will send all of you to the gallows!"

The angry sound was amplified by magic and became deafening.

"Apparition failed!"

Greengrass took a step forward and shouted in a panic,
"The German Ministry of Magic has reactivated the prison's protective magic. I don't want to exaggerate the situation, but there is no doubt about it."

Greengrass wiped the sweat from his temples. His face looked extremely pale under the reflection of the fire.
"Mr. Vogel, we are trapped in this prison. I think our mission has failed!"

"Oh, I need to correct you, Mr. Greengrass--"

Adam Vogel's leisurely posture reveals a sense of madness.
"Our mission has not failed. I have fulfilled my promise to the Dark Lord and rescued my companions who were imprisoned in this prison. Of course, as you said, we were a step too slow and were blocked by the German Ministry of Magic."

The hurried and messy footsteps were rapidly increasing, and Voldemort's old team members couldn't help but fall into panic.

Apart from Bellatrix, who was cursing and trying to stop releasing the fire, the only ones who remained calm were Adam and Jasna, a father and daughter.

"What should we do, Father?"

Perhaps it was deliberate imitation, or perhaps it was because she had played the role of a professor in a Muggle university for too long, but Jasna Rosier also had some of the elegance and demeanor of a knowledgeable scholar.

Jasna asked, glancing at the swaying figure at the corner of the deep corridor. "You filthy bastards, you hypocritical, disgusting hypocrites, you want to kill me too? No way!"

Without anyone's orders, Bellatrix rushed forward with her special, terrifying, shrill laugh.

"I believe that Madam Lestrange has explained to us how we should deal with the present crisis—"

Adam Vogel looked at Bellatrix who rushed into the corridor recklessly with admiration and said with a smile,
"The situation is very clear, isn't it? Everyone, if we want to avoid being hanged, then we can only bury Minister Adenauer and the elite of the German Ministry of Magic he brought with him here. I think it's time to let people know that the power of the great Dark Lord is far more than just the three British powers."

As he spoke, Adam Vogel took a step forward, ready to fight, while Jasna followed closely behind her father. There was not much fear in her light-colored eyes, only contempt for the world.

"and many more!"

Greengrass looked grim.
"The Dark Lord has not given us orders to go to war with the German Ministry of Magic, I think huh -"

The giant fire dragon that slaughtered the young scorpion-tailed beast curled up its wings and suddenly rushed into a tunnel as complicated as a mine. The smoke and dust raised by the violent explosion obscured everyone's vision.

"We should take advantage of the complex terrain and wait for an opportunity to escape, instead of dueling with the German Ministry of Magic here!"

Amid the rumbling explosion, Greengrass's shout seemed so fragile.
"Dark Lord, you lunatic, you want us to be enemies with the whole world, right? I won't go crazy with you, I want to have two daughters!"

"Please show some respect to my father, Mr. Greengrass—"

Jasna grabbed Greengrass's shoulders and dragged him back a step, helping him dodge a dense spell.

"I think everything the Death Eaters do for the Dark Lord is against the world."

The most brutal showdown has begun.

The narrow and complex corridors limited the numerical advantage of the German Ministry of Magic.

The worry about the collapse of the Extower made the officials of the German Ministry of Magic cautious.

In comparison, the Death Eaters who are in trouble and can only fight to the death are much more unrestrained.

They were like the botchedest demolition company destroying the foundations of Ekstad.

Far away from the downtown, the prison hidden deep in the mountains was shaking constantly under their wanton destruction, and large pieces of rubble fell like raindrops.

In this chaotic situation, both the Death Eaters and the German Ministry of Magic were quickly disbanded, and command and coordination were completely useless!
The god of death gently waved his scythe, reaping life after life.

Jasna didn't know how long she had been walking in the dense blooming green light.

She had lost track of her father, and didn't know whether he was dead or alive, nor could she tell whether the cursed light that occasionally shot out from dark corners came from enemies or colleagues.

The sound of collapse was incessant, and the unknown semi-abandoned prison in the belly of the mountain was half exposed to the rain.

In the damp darkness, Jasna tried her best to dodge every rock that hit her, looking for a way to survive in the shaking ground, not even realizing that the fierce confrontation had broken the magic that protected the prison.

In the office of the British Ministry of Magic, Amosta and Amelia looked at the harshly worded letter of accountability from the German Ministry of Magic and looked at each other in silence.
(End of this chapter)