Fudge's righteous speech is over, and the drama performance is about to begin.

Today's performance is performed by a group of professional actors from the wizarding world, all of whom have studied at the National Theatre in the United Kingdom under hidden identities.

But today's show is a bit special, the actors only need to voice and read the narration, and all the images are magical.

The first scene of the play is the night Voldemort kills the Potters.

A thick fog filled the auditorium, and everyone saw a terrifying figure in black robes, slowly approaching like Potter's mansion.

In the window, the Potters can be seen teasing Harry. They didn't know that the Curse of Loyalty had been broken, and they were defenseless.

Peter Pettigrew writhed uneasily in his chair, his heart almost stopping when he saw Voldemort's apparition walking by, and he quickly picked up the glass next to him and took a sip.

How can it be so real? What the hell is the Ministry of Magic doing?

All of this is of course Kano's masterpiece, he directly pulled out the movie footage from his previous life, and corrected the faces of the characters according to old photographs.

Kano had already shown Harry and Lupin the images in advance, and after playing them a dozen times, they were finally able to watch it all in relative peace.

You must know that when you watch it for the first time, Harry and Lupin rush directly to the virtual Voldemort and fight with him.

Now their faces were full of tears, but they were crying quietly.

Ron and Hermione, who were beside Harry, put their arms around his shoulders to calm him down a bit.

Lupin covered his mouth tightly and gave Hagrid next to him an earbud to stop him from crying like thunder.

Except for the trembling of fear and the whispering of sobs in the auditorium, all that remained was the grinding sound of Voldemort crawling like a snake as he advanced.

Voldemort finally stood in the doorway and rang the doorbell.

Jaime didn't even take his wand, said something to Lily, and ran out and opened the door.

A smile froze on his face, a green light flashed, and he flew straight out, falling lifeless to the ground.

Even Dominic is clasped with his hands and has a white mouth, let alone people in the British wizarding world.

Lily stretched out her arms in front of Voldemort, begging for something. Voldemort impatiently waved his wand to get her out of the way, and he eventually lost his patience.

Another flash of green light sent Lily to the crib.

Snape closed his eyes in pain, as if he had been cursed by death.

It's all because I told Voldemort about that prophecy... It's all because of me.

He tried his best to control his emotions, and his whole body stiffened as if he had been caught in a full-body bondage spell.

On the day Voldemort returns, he will still need to be an undercover agent, so he can't show any excess.

Hold on, hold on.

Finally, Voldemort points his wand at baby Harry. He cast the spell, but the death curse bounced back, and it wiped him out.

The silent first act is over, but the fog has not yet lifted.

Peter Pettigrew was already hunched back in his chair, and if it weren't for the Aurors staring at him, he would have turned into a rat and ran away.

It was all too real, and he never imagined that one day he would see the death of the Potters.

But this is not the reason why he is so afraid, what he really fears is the moment of Voldemort's death.

He bit his hand tremblingly, curling into a ball as best he could.

But will Kano let him go?

Voldemort reappeared on the stage like a mist, a half-dead spirit, and then angrily accused him of snitching.

"Idiot, he made me lose my body!"

"I must torture him well, so that he can't survive, he can't die!"

"I want to let him taste the most terrifying black magic in the world, and let him suffer for thousands of years!"

Prepared by professional actors, the cold and angry tone makes people shudder, and the audience has long forgotten that this is a performance, and they are careful not to speak out for fear of being targeted by Voldemort.

They thought Voldemort was condemning Sirius, but Peter felt that everything was about him.

His spirit was already very fragile due to the long-term effects of multiple drugs. Peter, who was completely brought into rhythm, felt that Voldemort in front of him was looking at him viciously.

The slender snake pupils were so terrifying that the hands under the black robe seemed to be about to cast a spell on him in the next second.

In fact, the picture that Kano showed him was different from others, a few resolutions higher, and it was a real VIP treatment.

At this moment, there was a sudden burning pain from the dark mark on his arm.

This directly penetrated his battered psychological defense, making him groggy and conform to his instincts.

He fell to his knees with a thud and kowtowed like garlic, completely oblivious to where he was.

"You shit! I'll kill you! ”

"I've made meritorious contributions! I've given you a lot of information! ”

"If it weren't for your intelligence, how would I be like this? Serve Nagini for breakfast! ”

"Don't, master, I'll make amends, don't kill me, master, they still trust me, I can still take the Potter boy..."

He looked up, and the mist dissipated.

The décor in the auditorium is still festive, with long white candles illuminating the place.

But Peter only felt like he was falling into an ice cave.

"I can explain!"

Lupin angrily stepped forward and slapped him, ripping his sleeve open to reveal the Dark Mark.

"Look! This traitor! He's a traitor! ”

"I don't... I've fallen under a spell! ”

"You're scared, no one casts a spell on you! I can see it clearly! ”

Mad-Eye Moody walked over and said.

"No one should try to hide my eyes!"

His blue magic eyes swirled in his sockets, and the guests looked away.

"Wine, there is nagging soup in the wine, I am affected!"

Kano stepped forward, took a sip of the wine in Peter's cup, and then spoke clearly, word by word.

"Fudge is a piece of shit!"

People looked at Fudge, who was still pulling Peter's nonsense just now, and felt that this was very true.

Nagging soup will only make people talk nonsense.

"Minister, minister, I'm under the influence of potions, this kind of evidence doesn't count, it doesn't count!"

Fudge's pleading gaze wandered around.

In the end, Snape "couldn't stand" Fudge's gaze and stepped forward "reluctantly".

He sniffed the wine carefully, then shook his head silently.

"There's no such thing as a spirit potion."

Peter collapsed to the ground.

"You murderer, I want you to pay for your life!"

Harry stood up and yelled, and the silent crowd in the auditorium shouted, Peter wanted to turn into a mouse, but Kano stood beside him and pinched the back of his neck.

Silver magic was silently infused, and Peter shuddered as he found that his magic power was suddenly disordered.

Fudge opened his mouth in embarrassment, wanting to say something, but finally gave up helplessly.

Auror Chief of Staff Rufus. Scrimgeour strode forward like a lion, grabbed Peter by the collar, and began an immediate interrogation.

In front of everyone.