Harry Potter: From Muggle Cousin to Conceptual Wizard

Chapter 515: Taking Down the Ministry of Magic with 3% Damage, the Dream Realm Brings a Turning Poin

"Well... I don't really know much about it either. I heard from them that you can read books and communicate inside, which speeds up your learning of magic. You can go in while you're asleep at night, just like a dream, but it's incredibly clear."

In an eagerness to prove his usefulness, Umbridge revealed the information he knew about the dream realm.

Dudley had previously considered adult British wizards like Umbridge, who had impure intentions but hadn't yet committed serious errors, as white wizards and hadn't been harshly criticized or targeted.

However, they will not be able to enjoy the benefits, especially the top-level benefits in the dream realm.

They were automatically filtered out directly through the access mechanism of the dream realm.

Umbridge naturally harbored resentment in the face of this situation, but in the past, instead of expressing her resentment, she pretended that she could also enter the dream realm to appear sociable, so as not to be subjected to more contempt and exclusion.

The information she had about the realm of dreams was gathered indirectly and through deliberate eavesdropping, and was not detailed.

Grindelwald was not satisfied with Umbridge's answer, and a bad feeling welled up in his heart.

He immediately activated Legilimency to access the memories of several bound Ministry of Magic staff members in the distance.

Since these individuals had not practiced Occlumency, Grindelwald quickly obtained the information he wanted to know.

However, there is one thing he hasn't been able to get a definite answer to yet.

"Can we enter this dream realm during the day?"

Grindelwald muttered something under his breath.

His face darkened when he learned that British wizards could use their nighttime hours up to a hundred times longer to enhance their magical knowledge.

“Probably, you can sleep and dream during the day…” Umbridge keenly heard Grindelwald’s troubles and answered solicitously.

However, if she could understand this, Grindelwald certainly could too.

Before Umbridge could finish speaking, Grindelwald's lips began to move silently, transmitting his voice into the open briefcase at his feet.

The message read: "Send another 300 elite troops to provide support, and inform the people sent out earlier to try to keep the enemy from falling asleep. Increase the intensity of the attack and finish the battle quickly!"

Soon, more than three hundred plumes of black smoke flew out of the briefcase. Without Grindelwald saying anything more, they flew directly to the elevator to support their teammates.

If it weren't for the fact that the indoor space was too cramped and having too many people would be counterproductive, Grindelwald would have added even more people inside.

By perfectly utilizing the nighttime hours to accelerate time by up to 100 times, and having done so for more than half a year, Grindelwald knew all too well how terrifying this was.

He was originally confident that his elite troops would easily win the raid on the Ministry of Magic.

Now, although none of his men have yet sought his help through the symbols of saints, his faith has inevitably waned somewhat.

With his confidence waning and his mood soured, Grindelwald lost all interest in listening to Umbridge's ramblings.

He waved his hand to remove the magical ropes binding Umbridge, then had Umbridge retrieve the wand that had been taken by the Core Saints and carelessly tossed to the ground, and told Umbridge to stand still for now.

He told Umbridge that if he wanted to get a position under him, he would have to see how he performed later.

Just then, he had a task to assign to Umbridge.

Another forty minutes or so later.

Grindelwald, who had been sitting in a chair with his eyes closed, waiting silently, opened his eyes and looked towards the elevator.

The next second, the sound of the explosion traveled through the interconnected magical elevator shaft to the main hall on the eighth basement floor.

The magic elevator was blown up.

Then, plumes of black smoke flew up one after another, most of them carrying one or two imprisoned members of the British Ministry of Magic.

After flying back to the main hall, the Ministry of Magic members who had been brought up by the black smoke were thrown together, to keep the few Ministry of Magic members who had been subdued and were wandering around the main hall company.

Then, wisps of black smoke returned to human form, transforming into elite saints dressed in black robes standing respectfully in front of Grindelwald.

Many of them were pale and their clothes were torn, clearly indicating that they were injured.

Erklis has also returned, showing no signs of injury. She has also captured the current Minister for Magic of the United Kingdom, Kingsley Shackle, and the Head of the Auror Command, Rufus Scrimgeour.

After another ten minutes or so, no more black smoke returned.

When Grindelwald tallied the results, he discovered that of the more than 1,000 elite saints he had sent out, a staggering 20% ​​had failed to return.

About 10% of them became seriously injured.

Thirty percent damage doesn't seem like a big deal.

But you have to understand, these are Grindelwald's most elite thousand men, not cannon fodder.

"Sir, all the wizards from the British Ministry of Magic, except those on field duty or on leave, are here. The Floo Network system in the British wizarding world has also been completely shut down."

One of the core saints reported to Grindelwald, "But these people are generally very strong. Even with our sneak attacks and ambushes, we didn't gain much advantage."

"It's really strange. The magical skills and combat techniques of these British wizards are generally above average."

Eckeris spoke a rare word of fairness, but her good mood didn't last long. She quickly added, "But that won't stop our march to victory!"

These people are certainly quite capable, but the fact that they managed to inflict so many casualties on us suggests they had a significant advantage due to the terrain.

"Once we arrive at Hogwarts, if those professors and leaders choose to cower inside the castle, we won't need to storm in and engage them in an indoor battle. Tens of thousands of us can simply join forces to destroy Hogwarts Castle and bury them alive!"

Grindelwald glared at Eckeris.

Seeing this, Ecclesia's heart skipped a beat. She quickly regained her composure and said, "I believe Headmaster Dumbledore will be alright, he..."

"Alright." Grindelwald, without raising his voice, coldly silenced Eckeris, then asked, "During the battle, did any of these people fall asleep?"

Upon hearing this, some of the saints looked somewhat nervous.

Before Grindelwald sent messengers to deliver the replenishment orders, they used a stun spell during the attack, which hit successfully, putting some enemies to sleep.

Although it wasn't their fault, they couldn't argue with Grindelwald.

"Sir, before you gave your additional orders, the red-haired sorcerer had fallen into a deep sleep, and he even cast a stun spell on himself."

Despite the fear of Grindelwald's wrath, the crime of withholding information was clearly greater, so soon a core saint stepped forward to report it.

The man pointed at Arthur Weasley, who was lying on the ground convulsing in pain, seemingly suffering real torment, and continued, "Later I received orders to quickly cast two Crucifixion Curses on him so that he could no longer sleep."

With a leader in place, the elite saints who had used the Stunning Curse also stepped forward to explain the situation.

"As expected, it was still too late."

Grindelwald was not angry; after learning about the function of the dream realm, he realized that this situation was unavoidable.

The offensive plan must be adjusted accordingly.