The Ministry of Magic has been invaded?

In such a narrow social confinement of the British wizarding world, it is impossible for any news to remain absolutely blocked.

Early the next morning, Mr. Fudge, who is now the British Minister for Magic, informed a series of newspapers, including the Daily Prophet, to issue a statement on the matter.

"This is just a small invasion caused by a single mad wizard, there are no casualties, everything is still under control, I hope the people of the British wizarding community stay calm, keep to themselves, and don't spread rumors."

With such a general and broad answer on the other side, reporters from various newspapers and magazines naturally did not stop there, and a barrage of questions blasted towards Minister Fudge, most of them asking whether the mysterious person who broke into the Ministry of Magic was the Dark Lord who had once suppressed the entire European wizarding world.

At the beginning, Minister Fudge gave full play to his bureaucratic style of the British Empire, and he talked about him left and right, saying something like "My British Ministry of Magic has its own national situation".

Later, when he was annoyed by the question, Minister Fudge directly rebuked many reporters, telling them bluntly that the mysterious man had nothing to do with the Dark Lord, and that the Dark Lord had already died.

In fact, anyone with a discerning eye could see that the mysterious man acted differently from the Dark Lord, who had only struck down all the Aurors with some innocuous mischief spells, and had not tortured or even killed all his enemies with the Unforgivable Curse.

The reason for the panic is only because the shadow of the Dark Lord is too deep, causing the dregs to rise, and the argument of the Dark Lord's return is noisy.

"When London will be in chaos, the mysterious side of the war is about to break out, and the mountain rain that is about to come has awakened the savior who has been sleeping for more than ten years, Harry Potter~"

Leon sat in a rocking chair at the shop at 93 Diagon Alley, playing with some of the goodies he had just found from the Department of Mystic Affairs of the Ministry of Magic.

For example, the prophecy ball, which symbolizes the highest peak of witchcraft.

Leon's fingers pressed against the prophecy ball, and a faint murmur could be heard from the crystal ball.

The murmur comes from a wizard soothsayer, and it's about the Dark Lord's entanglement with the Savior, and the man who defeated the Dark Lord will be born in Balabala or something like the end of July.

"Hehe, feudal superstition kills people."

Leon looked at the prophecy ball, and he could clearly perceive the aetheric fluctuations contained in the crystal ball, entangled with the intricacies of cause and effect.

As time passed, the god's sense of oppression grew, and the entangled cause and effect within the prophecy crystal ball became more complex and profound.

"Whatever the plan of the exotic god is, for now, it must have something to do with this prophecy of the Messiah and the Dark Lord..."

Leon muttered to himself, flipping through the information he had found in recent days about the Dark Lord.

The so-called Dark Lord, whose original name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, was born in an orphanage and later attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

At first, Tom presented himself as a good boy with excellent character and learning, but over time, he embraced the idea of pure-blood supremacy, advocated that wizards should rule Muggles in the future, and even abandoned Tom's name in favor of himself in order to make himself more intimidating, and gave himself the nickname: Lord Voldemort.

When the time came, the Dark Lord gathered a group of wizards who shared his pure-blood supremacy and formed an organization called the "Death Eaters" to suppress the Ministry of Magic and carry out a frenzied persecution of other wizards and Muggles.

Voldemort's reign of fear was a success, but the Dark Lord heard a prophet's prophecy that he would die at the hands of some "king-will" savior.

In order to save his career, Voldemort attacked the Savior's family, trying to strangle the Savior, who was still a baby, in the cradle, but accidentally capsized in the gutter, was eaten by his own curse, and hung up on the streets.

The Ministry of Magic claims that Voldemort is dead, but the shadow of the most powerful dark wizard in the past hundred years still oppresses everyone, and many Death Eaters are still secretly plotting something, hoping for their king to return again.

"All the wizards in the whole of England together do not exceed 10,000, which is less than the level of a township."

Li Ang shook his head and sighed, and said: "A villain who dares to claim to be a demon head, his lifelong dream is to become the head of the British wizarding village, and he also believes in the pure-blood system, how can he return to the system of the sages and gentry in his hometown and achieve the integration of officials and gentry?" ”

The pattern determines the vision, and the American superpower criminals on the other side of the ocean are all villains with lofty ideals and ambitions, destroying a city and destroying a country at every turn.

And Voldemort just used the empty "pureblood" theory to recruit a group of pure-blood wizards who were unwilling to be deprived of their rights, and they were blowing up several bridges and engaging in small-scale slaughter and persecution.

If he could come up with a complete political framework to ban the Ministry of Magic, then Leon would probably look up to him.

However, the truth is cruel, the corrosive nature of the god's blood is evident in this powerful dark wizard, who still cannot understand the Muggle world, clumsily believes that Muggles are still as stupid as they have been for thousands of years, and that wizards can rely on violence and fear to rule and enslave them.

There is no program of action sufficient to convince the entire wizarding world, there is no concrete and detailed strategic goal, there is no united front, fear for the sake of fear, slaughter for the sake of slaughter,

Such a villain, not to mention a certain unnamed Hans cat Führer, even the asthmatic, Che Guevara, is better than him.

"If the Dark Lord is like this, it will be too disappointing..."

Leon pondered for a moment and put down the prophecy crystal ball in his hand, "Well, go find the savior who is deeply entangled in cause and effect, no matter what the exotic god wants, the savior is one of the most important chess pieces." ”

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After witnessing Lord Voldemort's resurrection at the end of last year's Triwizard Tournament, Harry Potter had the longest, most lonely summer vacation of his life.

Because of the death of both parents, the savior who saved the wizarding world as a child is forced to live with relatives since he was a child, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon still hate him, and Cousin Dudley beats him as a punching bag as always.

Unable to communicate with his wizarding friends and stranded on an island called the "Muggle" world, Harry Potter had never been more tormented.

On this day, his aunt's family went out early in the morning and locked him in the house as usual. In the middle of the night, just as Harry wondered why his aunt's family hadn't returned, what he thought was an ordinary routine was abruptly interrupted.

The mansion's luxurious fireplace suddenly ignited with a raging green flame, and a group of adult wizards emerged through the Floo Net fireplace, led by his godfather, Sirius Black.

Sirius claimed that Dumbledore had sent him to take Harry away, and although the expression on his face was a little strange, Harry, who had no reason to trust Sirius, was not suspicious and followed him into the Fireplace of Floo.com.

The familiar and disgusting teleportation effect of the Floo Network was once again applied to his entire body, but when Harry Potter opened his eyes again, neither Sirius nor the other wizards were by his side.

At this moment, the place where he was standing was probably a scientific research laboratory, empty, pale, bright, with precision instruments placed everywhere, revealing a cold aura of inorganic matter.

Harry cautiously drew his wand and looked around, a possibility jumped into his mind - he had been kidnapped.

"Good evening, Mr. Potter."

The voice came from a distance, and Harry subconsciously aimed his wand at the location of the voice.

It was an ordinary young man of Chinese descent, he was wearing a chic and freehand white coat, holding a short-handled cane in his hand, "Introduce yourself, my name is Li Ang." ”

"Where is this?" Harry Potter didn't let his guard down, still staring at the other party, his fingertips pressing the holly wand tightly.

"This is my lab, located at 93 Diagon Lane."

Leon revealed the information to Harry nonchalantly, and while examining the extremely rich causal entanglement on the other party's body, he said nonchalantly, "I have slightly adjusted the number 4 of Privet Road, which is where your house is located, so that you can get here smoothly. ”

Harry Potter pursed his lips and whispered, ".... What do you want? ”

"Wanted to tell you a piece of news, a piece of unfortunate news, a piece of news that Dumbledore was trying to hide from you."

Li Ang spread his hands and said casually: "Your aunt's family was attacked by Middle Eastern refugees in the city of London. ”