Chapter 581 The Power of Thunder

Just as the smoke and dust had settled, it started to float again with a rush of footsteps. Aurors and Death Eaters ran towards Ada and Voldemort respectively.

It was clear from the scene in front of them that the two demon kings must have been injured and briefly weakened. The two groups each ran towards their own Demon King to protect their top combat power.

No one thought of taking advantage of the chaos to make a sneak attack and fish in troubled waters.

They couldn't figure out the specific situation of the two demon kings. Rather than risk an attack, it was better to protect their own demon king and observe for a while.

The Aurors and Death Eaters each launched a defense around Ada (Voldemort), raising their wands to confront each other, not daring to make any rash move.

The difference was that the Aurors stood very close to Ada, while the Death Eaters stood far away from Voldemort, and they did not dare to get too close.

The rising smoke was sucked into Ada's body, causing her to cough. The violent coughing made her shake even more violently. If Mr. Weasley hadn't helped her in time, she would have fallen to the ground.

Ada coughed as she recalled her final blow with Voldemort.

The spell linked together failed to trigger the flashback spell, and the majestic collision of magic caused a violent explosion. The aftermath of the explosion blew away Ada and Voldemort at the same time.

The already battered and crumbling main building could no longer withstand more force and collapsed.

Although Ada was dizzy due to the impact of the explosion, and her brain was in a mess, fortunately, the magic power worked on its own, and the collapsed house did not kill her directly, but just buried her.

Ada was so weak that she spent a lot of time pushing away the bricks that were holding her down. She was so dizzy that she even forgot her identity as a witch.

Coughing and coughing, Ada felt something sweet in her throat, and without covering it up, she coughed out a mouthful of blood.

Mr. Weasley was horrified, and the arms holding Ada unconsciously increased their strength. The Auror's heart tightened, and his palms continued to sweat.

The Death Eater on the far side was smiling widely, with eyebrows raised all over his face.

Although Ada was not killed as expected, her injuries were obviously more serious. As long as the Dark Lord recovered and led them to charge for the last time, the Ministry of Magic would no longer be a threat.

Voldemort lowered the hand that was supporting his head and said slowly: "Oh, I am the winner after all. I'm afraid you won't be able to return to London."

After hearing this, the Death Eaters surrounding Voldemort were even more excited. Isn't this why they followed Voldemort!

Kill wantonly, persecute those who have tarnished magic, and satisfy your violent desires!

Ada patted Mr. Weasley's arm to reassure Mr. Weasley.

She smiled and said, "Spit it out if there is blood. You are already a long time ago, so don't try to hold it in. It's not good for your health."

Facing the impact of the explosion and the crushing pressure of the collapsed house, it was normal to be injured. After coughing out the blood, Ada felt a lot more relaxed.

He had suffered internal injuries, so Voldemort, who suffered the same fate, must have been injured as well. Is it possible that Old Father’s Shiquan Dabu Decoction can also enhance physical fitness?

Voldemort continued noncommittally: "Are you trying to be brave? You can tell me if I am trying to be brave." As he spoke, Voldemort raised his forearm, and the yew wand was raised accordingly.

The Dark Lord's attitude is still tough, which is in sharp contrast to Ada who is so weak that she vomits blood. It seems that the Ministry of Magic is doomed tonight.

Ada didn't know how seriously Voldemort was injured, she just blamed herself.

However, in Ada's view, the fact that the other party did not take advantage of the situation and kill directly showed a lot of problems.

Knowing that she was suffering, Ada vomited a mouthful of blood when a cheat was nearby. How could Voldemort be fine?

Voldemort was naturally hurt, but he was so proud that he did not allow himself to show his weak side, like a girl. What's more, Voldemort couldn't let anyone know that he was injured. If he hadn't been physically unable to support him in continuing to fight, how could he have given Ada a chance to breathe.

The girly Ada was leaning against Weasley to regain her strength.

"What doesn't kill us will make us stronger." Long Xin's evaluation is not just talk.

Now, enter Esmeralda Drizzt, Wet Nurse!

As long as Ada accumulates enough strength, she might be able to take advantage of the situation and catch all these Death Eaters back to the ministry, so that these desperadoes can atone for their crimes.

The only uncertainty was Voldemort's physical condition. Once Voldemort recovered in time, it would be another fierce battle.

Ada tried to move her fingers, then pinched the yew wand and raised it with some difficulty. Her movements seemed slow, and her slow movements naturally caught the eyes of others.

The tension among the Aurors was slightly relieved, the Death Eaters no longer laughed wildly, and Ada seemed to still have the strength to fight.

Voldemort was also observing Ada, trying to figure out the other party's status so he could decide whether to advance or retreat. Voldemort was at the end of his strength at this time, and he urgently needed to rest and recuperate to adjust his physical condition and prevent others from taking advantage of him.

The scarlet slender pupils flickered uncertainly. Subjectively, the Dark Lord wanted to kill Ada and everyone in the Ministry of Magic, but objectively, his current physical strength did not allow him to have such delusions.

Voldemort was still hesitating. Such an opportunity was really rare.

Without Ada's strong support, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are no match for the Death Eaters. They are not afraid of ten thousand, but just in case. If Ada's injuries were minor, even if she could not exert her full strength, with her restraint, the Death Eaters would not be able to annihilate the Aurors.

Hesitating, Voldemort thought about that night in Little Hangleton Village. The girl was clearly hit by the Death Curse, but she did not die under the vicious Unforgivable Curse.

Also, she was still able to perform short-distance disembodiment under the restrictions of the Anti-Apparition Curse, which was what Voldemort was most worried about. If Ada regains her composure and stabs her in the back again, Voldemort will not have the confidence to dodge.

There are so many secrets in this girl. Voldemort thought so.

Perhaps, compared to Albus Dumbledore, this girl from a similar background to himself is the real thorn in his side and the biggest obstacle to his success.

Just when Voldemort was having trouble making a decision, Ada remembered a secret technique that had been lost for many years in the martial arts world, and she decided to give it a try.

Regardless of her own injuries, Ada forcibly raised her left hand and pointed at Voldemort. Then, she raised her fingers disdainfully and shouted loudly: "Come here!"

The violent drinking seemed to drain all the strength from her body, and Ada suddenly felt that her legs were a little weak.

Mr. Weasley, who was supporting Ada, clearly felt her weakness. Although he was unclear about Ada's intentions, Mr. Weasley still tried his best to support her body and prevent her from swaying again due to loss of strength.

The Aurors surrounding Ada were reassured, but the Death Eaters were a little panicked. The situation seemed not to be what they expected!

Voldemort was also shocked in his heart. He forced himself to make a decision quickly. He could no longer give the other party time to accumulate physical energy and restore magic power.

The night sky was as dark as ink, the stars and the moon were all gone, and the burning fire became weak. Darkness shrouded Malfoy Manor again, like a thick fog that could not be shaken away, or a dark cloud that could not be blown away.

At this moment, Voldemort, who had regained some physical strength, suddenly burst out, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark, delivering a fatal blow. As he moved, the Death Eaters also chanted spells, and the light brought by the magic lit up the ruins.

The Aurors, who had been tensed up, immediately struck back and fought against the Death Eaters.

Everyone knows that this is the last battle tonight, and victory or defeat depends on it!

The surging Voldemort also approached Auror, but his target was only Ada. As long as Ada dies, he can win tonight and win the Ministry of Magic, which has been resisting him.

But what was waiting for Voldemort was not a weak and vulnerable little girl, but a yew wand held high and a pair of bright, green eyes.

The thunderclouds that had been brewing all night began to fall, and the raised wand pulled the thunder and fell on the ruins. The light was so bright that people couldn't open their eyes, and the power was so powerful that people couldn't even muster the courage to resist.

When the power of the thunder dissipated, only Ada and a group of Aurors were left in the manor. Voldemort and the Death Eaters had long disappeared.

Heavy rain fell, soaking everyone's clothes. This night of blood and fire finally came to an end.