"Nonsense! Nonsense! ”

One of the Wizengamot members couldn't sit still, so he got up and stepped out of his seat, glaring at the Death Eaters viciously.

"I'd like to see whose prank it is! If you disturb the peace of the trial, you will have to stay in Azkaban for at least ten years! ”

He then addressed several of the staff members who were escorting the Death Eaters.

"You guys come with me."

After saying that, he walked towards the trial room with a few people in a menacing manner.

At this moment, the eyes of everyone present were watching them, watching them walk out of the courtroom.

Nothing seems to be happening.

until

"Who are you? Don't you know the rule of not disturbing during the trial? ”

Suddenly there was a shout from the Wizengamot member outside the door.

Before everyone could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a frightened shout outside the door.

"How are you?!"

"No, it can't be?!"

Finally, the sound of horror turned into a terrible cry.

"Ahh

The sound outside the door stopped abruptly.

Everything was silent again.

"Hey, Thierry, what's going on?!"

Someone couldn't bear to shout out the door.

However, there was no voice, no one answered him, and even the staff members who had gone out seemed to have disappeared.

Deathly silence.

"What the hell is going on?"

With the lessons of the past, no one dared to act rashly this time.

Everyone looked at the Minister of Magic, Fudge.

Waiting for his instructions.

Fudge was expressionless and looked very calm, giving him a very reliable look.

However, what Fudge was thinking at this time.

'Damn, why isn't Percy here. ’

I should have taken him with me. ’

But he couldn't wait, so he turned his gaze to Umbridge again, motioning for her to come up with an idea.

Umbridge was equally scared, but she felt it was an opportunity, so she cleared her throat and was about to speak.

"Me"

There was a sound of a search outside the door.

Someone came in.

"Oh, let's see who's hiding here."

"It's the officials of the Ministry of Magic."

A cold, emotionless voice sounded.

At some point, there was a sudden presence in the first courtroom.

When they saw the appearance of the person coming, all the wizards in the room couldn't help but shake their bodies.

The black hood, robes, signature bald head, and the magic that pervades the whole body all indicate the person's identity.

And the attitude of the Death Eaters confirmed the identity of the person who came.

"Master!"

The Death Eaters fell to their knees in unison, prostrate at each other's feet.

The Death Eaters could have done so much and only one person.

"Oh, Merlin. How is this possible! ”

The wizards sitting in the stands were all surprised.

"I think I must be dreaming!"

"He wasn't already there"

The chatter rang out.

"I've let you guys down. I didn't die, or I came back to life after I died. ”

Voldemort's understated tone sent chills through the hearts of the officials of the Ministry of Magic, who wanted to escape but their only exit was blocked, and many of them were so paralyzed that they couldn't even stand up.

Voldemort was pleased with their fear of himself.

"So. First question, can anyone tell me, who is Fudge? ”

"If you can answer my question, I can consider letting him go."

Hearing Voldemort's words, Fudge felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

He now only expects others not to identify him.

However, as soon as the words fell, someone couldn't wait to jump out, pointed at him and shouted.

"It's him! That's the man! ”

Fudge never expected that the first person to identify him was none other than his henchman Umbridge.

"Good."

Voldemort looked at Fudge, and then.

"Arvada nibbles on big melons."

A dark green light flashed, and Fudge's body fell to the ground with a thud, never to get up again.

"Thank you."

Voldemort looked at Umbridge and paused.

"Umbridge, sir."

Umbridge immediately replied that she was much smarter than the others and knew what the other person was going to say.

She didn't even look at her old club, Fudge, from beginning to end.

For Umbridge now, saving her life is the most important thing.

Voldemort nodded, "Thank you, Lady Umbridge, for your answer." ”

Just as Umbridge was smiling and about to return to him, the green glow flashed again.

Umbridge's pupils lost color.

She probably never dreamed that someone would kill her like an ant.

"I regretted it."

"I hate disloyal subordinates."

Voldemort's tone didn't make a wave.

With a flick of his hand, several wands soared into the air and landed at the Death Eaters' feet.

"Use these to untie yourself."

"Then, kill them all."

He hadn't intended to let the rest of the people here out alive from the beginning.

Soon, the entire courtroom resounded with cries and begs for mercy.

With one green light after another, soon only Voldemort and the Death Eaters were left standing in the trial room.

"Follow me."

Voldemort said to the Death Eaters, "Go to the Department of Mysteries." ”

He's going to the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, he's going to find the prophecy he's only half heard.

"Yes, master."

A group of people planned to move towards the position of the ninth underground floor.

"They're here!"

A roar rang out, followed by countless footsteps.

I saw a large number of wizards emerging from the passage leading to the language room.

It was a bunch of Aurors, a bunch of well-equipped Aurors.

Not only the Aurors, but even the strikers in charge of fighting criminals are here.

Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Office, was at the forefront.

"A bunch of maggots!"

Voldemort first snorted coldly and then waved his hand, and the huge magic power erupted into a strong wind as if he didn't want money, and he took out his wand for the first time.

"I only need two spells to kill you all."

The words full of murderous intent and murderous aura made many Aurors unconsciously take a step back.

The momentum that was originally rising was instantly dispelled by a sentence.

This is not an ordinary phrase, but mixed with demagogic magic

Even Hepzibah Smith, a direct descendant of Hufflepuff, could not withstand the bewitchment of the undulating demon language.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I can't let you go any longer. ”

Just as Voldemort was about to make a move, a white-robed wizard descended from the sky like a god.

"Dumbledore!" Nearly gritting his back molars, Voldemort stared at the visitor with a cannibalistic gaze.

Dumbledore, Voldemort's most feared wizard.

(End of chapter)