Afraid? The "Death Eaters" Are Here / Against an Enemy, Breaking Their Spirit Works Just Fine

The memories of the two brats who were captured were processed by Nicolas Flamel, but he did not tell Harry the results immediately, only telling Harry to deal with the things at hand first.

Harry was curious about this, but the duel with Albus Dumbledore would indeed require a lot of his energy, so he put the matter aside for the time being.

Now it seems the teacher felt it was time to reveal the secret to her.

With that thought in mind, Harry bid farewell to the Flamel couple, asking them to pass on his message to Hermione and Luna Lovegood, before activating the Portkey made of the Sorcerer's Stone and leaving the spot.

But after Harry left, Nicolas Flamel lingered in the direction he had disappeared, his gaze fixed on him for a long time.

"Are you really sure you want to do this, Nicolas Flamel?" Perenelle seemed to understand her husband's thoughts. She tremblingly took Nicolas Flamel's hand. "That child truly respects you. How heartbroken he will be..."

"Of course I know," Nicolas Flamel said softly. "Not only the doctor, but also the little Prophet, and now the clever young hunter, they might all be plunged into sorrow because of this... But I've already decided to do it this way."

"Just because of the memories of those two children from another world?" Perenelle pressed on, reluctant to let go.

"Not entirely... Actually, I've thought about this occasionally since reuniting with the doctor and the little Prophet. But I just want to be by their side so much, I can't wait for them to grow up and want them to surprise me every day. But... we can't be so selfish."

Nicolas Flamel sighed and shook his head, then looked at his wife with cloudy eyes. "Perenelle, you know, I admire the courage of that other version of myself in another world, because he made the decision I've been thinking about but haven't acted on. Although I can guess that Dumbledore's persuasion certainly played a part in it."

"Indeed... for them there, it was undoubtedly the right decision." Perenelle nodded slightly, but then sighed softly, "It's just that we are different from them after all..."

The Flamel couple were never afraid of death. The reason they chose to continue living in such an attitude was because there were things in their lives that they could not let go of.

Therefore, for a long time, they were unable to make the kind of decisions that were made in history.

"But things are different now, Perenelle ..." Nicolas Flamel shook his neck with difficulty, "Fate has shown me an opportunity."

"A twist of fate..." Perenelle was taken aback by his words.

"Ah, it was a Divination," Nicolas Flamel nodded and explained. "After I roughly reviewed the memories of those two children, I was really shocked. I never imagined that such a world could exist. So I was curious about what the doctor would choose, and I tried Divination."

"You Divination for doctors? But..."

"Incredible, isn't it? But I really succeeded this time," Nicolas Flamel said with a smile. "The two images in the crystal ball, one is Graphorn, and the other is Runespoor... How about that, doesn't it have the style of a little Prophet?"

"Um..."

Perenelle nodded silently; she also found this kind of Divination incredible.

It's worth noting that Nicolas Flamel, like a certain guy back then, was considered Prophet third eye could be opened at all times.

The images he Divination from the crystal ball were often extremely accurate, even down to the minute detail of the time, place, people, and events.

But Luna Lovegood is not like that; the things that appear in her crystal ball are incredibly bizarre and can only be deciphered by herself.

"I didn't dwell on the content of the Divination; I just realized I actually succeeded, and... coincidentally, I even used the cracked crystal ball from Paris," Nicolas Flamel continued softly. "This made me realize that I might be able to intervene in the fates of the doctor and the little Prophet in a way that wasn't just as a teacher."

"Besides being a teacher... could it be...?" Hearing Nicolas Flamel mention the crystal ball from before, Perenelle inexplicably thought of something.

"Probably... the prophet within the besieged city." Nicolas Flamel nodded with a smile. "Starting with this, and ending with this, this is the last thing I can do for the doctor and the little Prophet. At least I won't leave without accomplishing anything."

"If that's what you want, Nicolas Flamel ..." Perenelle held Nicolas Flamel's hand, gazing deeply into her husband's eyes, "Wherever you want to go, I will be by your side."

"Oh, that would be a great honor for me." Nicolas Flamel smiled serenely and elegantly invited his wife, "Darling, would you like some red wine when we get back? It's perfect timing, Eliezer isn't here, we can cook for ourselves after all this time."

"Of course, that would be wonderful. How about we also prepare a simple candlelight dinner?" Perenelle nodded with a smile. "This place in Britain has always been rather lacking in romance."

"As expected, your plan was the best!"

In the corridor of the nursing home, two elderly people supported each other as they walked slowly forward until their figures disappeared around the corner...

Chapter 718 Are you scared? The Death Eater are coming!

At this moment, in a small office reserved for Auror at the Britain Ministry of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, an inconspicuous figure among Auror but renowned elsewhere, was staring solemnly at the uninvited guest before him.

"August Rookwood ...no, you can't be him!" Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt stared intently into the man's eyes. "I know who you are. Harry Granger sent you!"

Before him stood August Rookwood, one of the prisoners who had been kidnapped from Azkaban, Death Eater, but Kingsley Shacklebolt was certain that the man was disguised with Polyjuice Potion!

Because Rookwood couldn't possibly have the strength to easily subdue me, nor could he possibly have a House-elf by his side, and he certainly wouldn't speak with France accent!

He is Corvus Lestrange!

Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt quickly guessed the identity of the person in front of him.

The other party must be the most talented Auror in the French Ministry of Magic's past, whose grandfather was Theseus Scamander, a battle hero renowned throughout Europe!

It's safe to say that his strength is absolutely on par with any middle-generation wizard in Britain, and his existence poses a tremendous threat to the Death Eater...

But if he points his wand at your nose, that's not a pleasant thing at all.

Kingsley Shacklebolt never expected that he would be attacked by him, especially inside the Ministry of Magic!

Taking advantage of the Ministry of Magic's current vulnerability, the other party appeared out of nowhere with the help of a House-elf and immediately used a spell to incapacitate two colleagues who were nearby in the office.

By the time they and the others realized what was happening and tried to fight back, a large group of Fantastic Beasts immediately surged out and took control of the situation almost instantly.

The front door was now completely blocked by two enormous Occamy, and all the windows inside were obscured by Acromantula. A Swooping Evil was also lurking overhead, watching them menacingly...

Not only did he launch a sneak attack, but he also brought Harry Granger's briefcase! Does he have no shame at all?!

"Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, I advise you not to make any rash moves." Disguised, Corvus pointed his wand at Shackleton's Adam's apple. "You should also know that these cute little guys don't completely obey me, so if you don't cooperate..."

"Mr. Lestrange, do you know what you're doing?" Kingsley Shacklebolt managed to remain calm, speaking in a low voice as he argued with the other man. "Your actions could very well get Harry Granger into trouble! Besides, as someone from the Scamander Family, you should know that your elders certainly don't want to see you at odds with Dumbledore!"

"Ha... No wonder someone told me that Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt was one of the top strategists in the Order of the Phoenix besides Dumbledore. You don't even need to write a draft when you're spouting nonsense." Corvus wasn't falling for it at all. "Don't you even recognize me? I'm August Rookwood, your old colleague, the one who was Unspeakable in the Department of Mysteries. Now that we've confirmed it, you're that damned member of the Order of the Phoenix. It's perfectly reasonable for me to eliminate you beforehand for the Dark Lord, isn't it?"

"You!" Corvus's words almost made Kingsley Shacklebolt curse on the spot.

Good grief, you actually have the nerve to pretend to Death Eater with me?

However, Corvus' attitude gradually sank Kingsley Shacklebolt's spirits to the bottom.

He discovered that not all members of the Scamander Family seemed to give Dumbledore face.

That's certainly the case. Albus Dumbledore's relationship with Newt was merely that of teacher and student. Does that mean everyone in the Scamander Family should treat the Order of the Phoenix like a precious treasure?

Moreover, Corvus grew up in France and later separated directly from the Scamander Family.

He bore the Lestrange Family name, and while he respected Newt, his great-uncle, he didn't need to consider Newt's teacher-student relationship with Albus Dumbledore.

Based on his basic code of conduct, he certainly wouldn't kill a member of the Order of the Phoenix, but beating him up or knocking him unconscious and taking him away wouldn't bother Corvus at all.

"I don't understand... how did you know I was in the Ministry of Magic? And you... um!"

Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt struggled to continue questioning, but Corvus simply cast a sleeping spell, knocking him to the ground.

"People who like to play tricks always talk a lot of nonsense... Harry is the same way~" Corvus shook his head indifferently and casually tossed a chocolate candy into his mouth.

From the moment he took control of Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, the other party had been trying to extract information from him, not only to make him reveal his true identity, but also to find out how they were gathering intelligence on the Ministry of Magic.

Everyone here is a seasoned veteran, and Corvus had been given countless instructions before his departure, so naturally he wouldn't let Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt get his way.

What France Auror? I'm Death Eater who'll follow Voldemort to the bitter end!

As for how they knew Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt happened to be on duty today?

That was definitely a coincidence; we didn't send any Greengrass ghosts to spy on us beforehand.

Even those little cuties in the suitcase were all grabbed temporarily; they were definitely not raised by someone from a baby.

And whatever you do, don't ask why they're so obedient. The answer is they've been put under Imperius Curse... How about that? Pretty reasonable, but not legal, right?

"Hmm? News has arrived; it means we can retreat now. Eliezer, please take me away."

Upon noticing the silver bracers on his wrist begin to flash incessantly, Corvus nodded knowingly. After casting a powerful sleeping spell on the people who had been knocked unconscious in the room, he recalled all the Fantastic Beasts present.

"Kingsley Shacklebolt! You... Rookwood? No... what did you do to Kingsley Shacklebolt?"

Just then, Dumbledore rushed to the Ministry of Magic, and like Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt, he immediately recognized that the person in front of him was an imposter.

"My task is complete, I don't have time to answer your questions, Principal~"

A wicked smile crept across Corvus' face as he walked away with the House-elf right in front of Dumbledore.

"Damn it!" Dumbledore glared hatefully at the spot where Corvus had left, but he could only try to wake Kingsley Shacklebolt from his unconscious state first.

"Hmm... thank you, Albus ..." Kingsley Shacklebolt shook his groggy head. "I didn't expect Harry Granger's men to attack so suddenly. Luckily you arrived in time and scared them away."

"I'm so sorry, Kingsley Shacklebolt ..." However, facing Kingsley Shacklebolt's gratitude, Dumbledore was now full of apology. "It wasn't that I scared him away; he left voluntarily after completing his mission. And what happened to you today is entirely my fault. Your nephew's location has been leaked..."

"What?!" Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt's eyes widened in surprise.

He stared intently at Dumbledore, and from those pale blue eyes, Kingsley Shacklebolt seemed to understand many things at once.

So, it wasn't that it was leaked, but rather that this bargaining chip was abandoned...

Chapter 719 Enemies? Destroying their spirit is just the best approach.

"This guy, I didn't expect him to be so fast!"

On the outskirts of Yerevan, the capital of Armenia, a remote town almost on the Turkey border, lies the hiding place of Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt's nephew.

With the help of Albus Dumbledore's memories and the Sorcerer's Stone, the Super Portkey, Harry easily arrived at the other party's house.

It was a somewhat dilapidated little house, with virtually no neighbors around, looking all alone; this guy had clearly been keeping to himself and rarely venturing out.

Look how hard this is!

Actually, if it had been back in 1992, when Harry and Albus Dumbledore were in their honeymoon phase, and Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt had taken the initiative to bring his nephew to apologize, Harry might not have done anything to him.

At most, they'll exchange a few insults, but they probably won't actually fight, and the matter will eventually pass.

But that's not what they thought. Kingsley Shacklebolt Shacklebolt showed no intention of apologizing to Harry; instead, he simply sent his nephew abroad. What could Harry do?

Are you expecting Harry to take the initiative and say, "Hey, can you bring that kid back? I won't pursue this further?"

As the one who got scammed, did he really need to act so shamelessly?

So, things have come to this point, so let's all rely on our own abilities and no one should have any regrets!

Sneaking silently into the house, Harry gave the man no chance to resist, easily subduing him with an Anti-Apparition Jinx followed by a Binding Charm.

That's perfectly normal, after all, he's just a wizard in his early twenties, how strong can you expect him to be?

If Harry couldn't take down the man within three spells, then he was holding back.

"You... why are you here?!"

The eldest son of the Shacklebolt family looks almost exactly like his uncle; he has dark skin, looks presentable, and seems like an honest man.

He was in a complete panic, never expecting that even after escaping here, the nightmare would still haunt him.

And he couldn't even imagine how Harry had suddenly barged in!

This house was not only enchanted with the Fidelius Charm, but also protected by anti-intrusion charms, shielding charms, and unmarkable magic. So why did Harry Potter...?

"The Headmaster told me," Harry explained calmly. "Your house is under Fidelius Charm. If the Headmaster, as the Secret Keeper, hadn't leaked it to me, how would I have ended up here?"

"You... what did you say?! Impossible!" The controlled man shook his head in disbelief. "This is absolutely impossible! Professor Dumbledore, how could he..."

"Can't you understand me? Then please open your ears and listen carefully!" Harry glared at the other person, immediately activating the Amplifying Charm and the intimidating sound to their maximum!

"You've been betrayed by Dumbledore!!!"

In an instant, the once promising and self-assured young wizard of the Shacklebolt family suddenly felt his ears ringing and his eyes involuntarily became dull.

Harry's words echoed repeatedly in his ears, also eroding his faith.

To be honest, Harry actually understands this guy's current state quite well.

He had lived in constant fear for years, to the point that he dared not even go home. But then he discovered that even after hiding here, he had still been caught, and possibly even betrayed. He must have found it incredibly difficult to accept this.

But Harry is now forcing him to accept this, and he insists on repeatedly reinforcing this understanding... Dumbledore betrayed him!

"What, you've suddenly become mute?" Harry scoffed at the man before him. "You were quite the talker before, completely convincing my parents and Hermione. You said things like ordinary wizards who don't study magic could die at any time after eleven; and that Britain wizards can only learn magic at Hogwarts, and no other place will accept them... By the way, do you know how much more scholarship a Britain student receives each year if they go to Hogwarts Beauxbatons?"

"Hmph, those things have already happened, what's the use of you saying them now..." someone snorted coldly.

"It's useless, so you might as well just get rid of it." Harry simply raised his wand.

"You... what do you want to do?!" The other person was also surprised by Harry's decisiveness and was momentarily stunned.

However, he then seemed to realize that escape was hopeless, and immediately began to curse at Harry again.

"Bastard... you think I'm afraid? I will never give in... a guy like you will get your comeuppance sooner or later! Everything we did was to help you, but you're so ungrateful, turning around and cruelly attacking us! You won't get away with this, you'll definitely go to hell! You..."

"No... what's the point of all that rambling? You uncultured guy... according to you, what I'm doing is called repaying kindness with enmity~" Harry casually switched to China, "But whatever, you wouldn't understand anyway. In short, what you're saying translates to 'Heaven sees what man does,' and 'He who kills will be killed,' and I really don't care at all~"

"Anyway... even if I'm punished by heaven someday, before the heavens kill me, I'll wipe out you bunch of bastards first! Otherwise, I won't even have a peaceful death!!"