An interrogation is taking place in the interrogation room beneath the Ministry of Magic, and on the roof of the interrogation room there are also eight Dementors dancing around the patio. Cold and despair enveloped the room. On a high platform facing the door of the room, the head of the Muggle-born Registration Commission, Lencow Albert, barked like a mad dog. "—Dirk Cresswell, there is no conclusive evidence of your suspicion of falsifying the family tree, what else can be said now?"

"You can't do that to me, my magic is innate, not snatched from nowhere. Also, I've worked hard for the Ministry of Magic for 20 years, and nothing has gone wrong—" Dirk Creswell angrily defended, chained to a chair underneath.

At the same time, a sobbing sound came from the seat, it was a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She huddled together with a group of Muggle-born wizards who had been rumored to appear in court, shivering on the hardwood bench. Several wizards covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to keep out the dementors' greedy mouths. Some are accompanied by family members, others sit alone. The Dementors fluttered up and down, occasionally flying past the group, sucking out joy and spreading despair.

"Shut up, you filthy mudblood. Rencoun Albert cursed with his mouth wide open, and even his saliva splashed in Cressway's face below. After scolding, he turned to a middle-aged blonde witch wearing short sleeves with a Death Eater mark. "Mary, write it down. This is an unrepentant mudblood, and he should be locked up in a black cell, slowly rotting away with the Dementors. ”

"Yes, I made a note of it. The middle-aged witch named Mary waved her quill quickly, and the witch looked pale and bloodless in the light of a jackal-like patronus.

After making sure that what he had said had been memorized, Albert turned his head and was about to open his mouth to insult the huddled hemp wizards again. Suddenly, the dementors' unique screams came from outside the courtroom.

"Rupert, go see what's going on. Let's hope it's not someone who can't help himself trying to rush in again. Albert instructed the short-sleeved Death Eater beater standing in the doorway, then looked at the group of hemp wizards.

"This court stands for absolute justice, and I swear I'll clean it up completely," Lencowen Albert began with a new round of nonsense. But before he finished speaking, he saw Rupert, who had just gone out to inquire about the situation, crash through the door and fly in upside down, with a purple crystal the thickness of a small arm inserted in his chest.

In an instant, there was silence in the interrogation room. Before anyone could react, the part of the crystal that was exposed outside the corpse exploded, and a large number of purple and transparent crystal fragments flew towards the judgment table in a fan-shape.

"Iron Armor!" Albert on the Judgment Bench used a protective charm, but the energy contained in these crystal shards was far beyond their expectations, and the protection of the iron armor charm shattered the moment the crystal shards came into contact, and the crystals caused seven or eight wounds on his body. He howled in pain.

And Mary beside him didn't have time to release her magic at the moment when the crystal exploded, but bent down and hid behind the judgment table. However, it can be regarded as a crooked hit, and the explosion crystal prepared by the rose crystal is mainly based on breaking magic, and it is not much different from ordinary crystals in terms of physical damage. So the heavy solid wood hoop iron judgment table successfully blocked the crystal shards that attacked Mary.

"Arvada—" Albert took advantage of the chaos and raised his wand again. But before the spell could be finished, a large pile of yellow paper flew in through the doorway, most of which flew in the direction of the roof, turning the Dementors there into a pile of blue fireballs scurrying around and screaming.

The other part of the yellow paper went straight to Albert. One of them severed the palm of his wand like a blade, along with the wand, and the rest pinned him to the judgment chair.

"Y-who are you?" Albert, completely immobilized, struggled to stare at the doorway of the black hole. Seconds later, Ryan and Hermione emerged from the darkness in the hallway and walked into the courtroom.

"It's such a great place. Ryan ignored Albert, who was badly injured, and after looking around the courtroom, he motioned for Hermione to explain the situation to the nervous hemp wizards who were shivering together like quails before leaving, and then walked up the steps to Albert's side.

"It doesn't matter who we are. Ryan said as he pulled a pistol out of his bosom with his left hand and pointed it at Albert's head, thinking that being killed by a Muggle weapon would be a very good death for the head of the Muggle Registration Commission. "The important thing is that we can use your life to warn everyone that there is only one way to kill innocents. ”

After saying that, Ryan directly pulled the trigger. After several successive gunshots, Albert's entire skull flew up, and it looked like even magic couldn't be saved.

"Give me your wand," Ryan pointed at Mary, who was hiding under the table with her head in her hands and shivering, she didn't look like a Death Eater. "Or I'll take it myself from your corpse. ”

Mary listened to Lane's words and was pardoned. She pulled out his wand as fast as she could, and slid it down the floor towards Ryan, who bent down to pick it up and said. "Stay there and don't cause trouble. ”

After nodding his head at Mary, Ryan stepped on the blood on the ground and walked off the judgment seat. By this time Hermione had lowered Dirk Creswell from the judgment chair and let him stay with his wife, and said to the group of hemp wizards, "-You should leave with us, and then go home and take your children and run away, you have just seen what is going on, and you will not get justice here." ”

"Where can we go now, Mr. Leung. Cresswell, who had been tried before, asked, holding his wife.

"You know me?" Ryan was a little curious.

"Of course, most people here know you. The Knight of Merlin, the second-class Merlin Champion, the Triwizard Tournament Champion, we all privately say that you will be the greatest hemp wizard in Britain in the last hundred years. Creswell said earnestly, and most of the others here nodded in agreement.

It seems that his East Asian face is indeed more recognizable. Ryan thought of this and said, "Since you all believe me, then when you get out, flee to the north, where Professor Dumbledore has built a strong fortress of resistance. If it is inconvenient to go north, it is also a good choice to go abroad. In short, the farther away from the Ministry of Magic in London is now the better. ”

After watching the group of hemp wizards listen to their words, Ryan divided the two wands that he had just seized and could use into the hands of the two of them, but even so, half of the wizards still did not have their own wands. Because before entering the interrogation room just now, these hemp wizards who were going to be tried today had already been confiscated and their wands were removed.

"Now every man without a wand follows a man with a wand. "You have to move as fast as you can for a while, and we'll try to get you out of the main hall as much as possible." ”

"And what are you going to do?" asked a middle-aged witch with black hair. "Now that the Ministry of Magic is full of Death Eaters, how are you going to leave after they're around?"

"Don't worry. Hermione reassured. "Since we can get in, we'll be sure to get out, so when you get to the foyer, you just have to run out as best you can. The faster you run, the more time we'll have to get out of here. ”

"Alright, now let's go. After all the preparations were made, Ryan and Hermione ran towards the elevator with the more than 20 wizards.