Everyone was just running around in this closed hall in a mess.

There's absolutely no point in doing this.

Nowadays, it is no longer realistic to organize any decent counterattack.

It is only a matter of time before they are all wiped out.

Seeing all this, the monster-masked goblin felt that all the strength in his body had dissipated.

He leaned weakly against a stone pillar and pulled out the pen from his chest.

At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at Fudge.

Then he saw that although Fudge looked dejected, he did the same thing as him.

The two looked at each other.

Faced with this situation, he didn't want to say anything and at the same time twisted the cap of his pen.

"Buzz——"

The surrounding space began to distort.

Fudge and the monster-masked goblin are finally relaxing a little.

Although it failed this time.

But as long as they can escape, there is still a chance to come back.

This may be difficult.

But it is still possible after all.

However, just as the two of them were making their own calculations, the distorted space around them suddenly recovered.

The pen caps in their hands also exploded.

Only then did Fudge and the monster-masked goblin realize with disbelief that their surroundings, and even the entire hall of the Ministry of Magic, were already shrouded in a thin, granular black smoke.

These black smokes do not block the view, but they contain cursed magic inside, corroding and isolating the use of all space props and magic.

In other words, they can't escape this time!

But at this moment, the Death Eaters and Dementors who were slaughtering the wizards of the Ministry of Magic all retreated back into the portal.
Chapter completed!