After the Bigfoot Rebellion of 1892, the headquarters of the Magic Congress was relocated for the fifth time in history, from Washington to the Woolworth Building in New York, where wizards cleverly expanded the space with spells such as the Traceless Stretch Charm.

It's a building that No-Maj shares with wizards, and with the right spells, it converts into the space used by wizards, and the only sign on the exterior of the new site of the Wizarding Congress is the owl carving carved above the entrance.

Recite the right mantra and when you walk through the door, everything inside will change completely.

This is the most correct way to enter, but it is not the only way to enter.

There are many ways to knock on the door, but Harry, who has now taken the form of Voldemort, certainly doesn't choose the most low-key approach, 'I, Lord Dark Lord, can't handle England with a Crouching Tiger, and I can't clean up your North American turtle grandson?' ’

With the idea of a little more is a little more, Harry was ready to do something big.

The entrance carved with the owl pattern was unobstructed, but in his eyes, there was a thick magical curtain in front of him, an inaccessible curtain that divided the world of No-Maj and the wizard.

The handsome smiling Dark Lord stopped in front of the entrance, and he raised his right hand into a fist.

“Death Eaters！ OPEN THE DOOR！ ”

The heavy fist wrapped around the magic power of the Iron-Gray Awakened smashed against the magic curtain at the entrance, and with a loud rumble of magic explosion, the magic barrier that blocked the Nomaj and the wizarding world shattered, and the floor that was blown away by the roaring magic force brought up flying smoke and dust, and the piercing alarm sounded at this moment.

"Cheers to the Dark Lord! Servants! ”

A very low mantra sounded: "Out of body! ”

Hundreds of Imperius spells poured out at this moment, but this formless and insubstantial spell could not be seen with the naked eye, and the wizard who had been watching the loud noise of the gate instantly lost his pupils, and the spell was so dense that it did not give anyone room to dodge at all, and hit all the wizards who could look directly at the gate.

Harry suppressed his heavy gasps, the Imperius Curse had drained all of his mana in an instant, but as he progressed step by step, every breath caused the dry pool of mana to be injected into the raging tide, and it was the right choice to give up on silence before, his thirst for the upper limit of mana was far greater than that of any wizard.

The commotion erupted after the loud roar, and the wizards who had been manipulated drew their wands in unison, followed by the gunfire of the demons, and the originally golden hall was torn apart by countless spells.

"Let's make this place lively, hehehehe~"

The handsome man walked through the chaotic hall, the group of wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse charged deeper without fear of death at this moment, countless spells flew out, and the Aurors who rushed to hear the news were clumsy under their crazy attacks, and the colleagues who should have been peaceful lost their minds at this moment, and there are reasons why they can be defined as unforgivable spells by the wizarding world.

But it was Voldemort who used the Unforgivable Curse, and what does it have to do with my Harry Potter.

Almost the attention of the entire building was attracted by this group of crazy wizards, but such a riot was temporary, although most of the Aurors were sent to various places to stabilize the social environment, but the Aurors who stayed at the headquarters could easily squeeze out a few hundred people, and it may not take ten minutes for these controlled wizards to be completely suppressed.

But ten minutes is more than enough.

Unlike the Ministry of Magic in England, the Woolworths Building is 792 feet (241 meters) tall and has 57 floors, and it is impossible to rely on elevators and stairs to meet the needs of people if they rely only on elevators and staircases.

When the riot was learned by the people of the headquarters of the Magical Congress, and the frequent movement of personnel began, the black-robed figure who dominated everything disappeared from everyone's field of vision, but for a moment, on the thirty-second floor in the middle of the headquarters: at the entrance of the Auror Headquarters, there was an additional figure in black robes.

"Good evening, man."

Harry waved his hand at the Aurors who were left behind, and the moment he raised his hand and drew his wand, the teleportation punch fell on him, and the Auror who arched his body like a shrimp instantly lost the ability to resist, and the sharp pain of the critical blow to his liver made his mind go blank.

"Out of body."

"Lead the way, man, we don't have much time, but we have a lot to do."

The man curled up on the ground struggled to his feet, and then trotted forward without saying a word, leading Harry through several corridors before stopping at the door of the prisoner's cell.

"Borco, what are you doing here?" The guard in charge of guarding here looked at his colleague with some confusion, "Your face is so bad, have you eaten expired hot dogs?" ”

"There's an emergency, Ike." The pale-faced Borco spoke eagerly, his pale face and the cold sweat of the bean made his hurried words more convincing at the moment.

"Could it be that the riot down there has already reached us?" Puzzled, Eke reached out and grabbed his colleague, who wasn't too guarded.

"That's right."

Borko grabbed Ek's arm and pulled the wand's trigger.

Passed out.

He threw away his colleague who had fallen limply, raised the Boleta M9 in his hand, and pulled the trigger continuously and quickly, beams of red light flew in all directions, and the other Aurors who were completely defenseless also followed in Ek's footsteps.

After clearing all the obstacles, he raised his pistol and aimed it at his head without hesitation, and with a burst of red light, he also fell to the ground unconscious.

"The Imperius Curse works."

With the blessing of the magic of the Awakened, the power of the spell has been further enhanced, and the magic that can instantly turn people into allies is both immoral and vicious, but it is not practical, among the three unforgivable spells, only the Imperius Curse is not the black magic of black magic, it does not need negative emotions as a driver of spell burning.

Its danger lies only in the spell itself.

The prisoners who had been held in the rear were completely stunned when they saw this, the strange attack made their eyes widen, and a cheer mingled with whistles rang out, and the bastards who had been locked up here when they were captured by the Magic Congress were like a holiday.

"I heard that any of you got the Spear of Longinus?"

The cheers stopped abruptly as the voice sounded, and a handsome and elegant black-robed gentleman stepped out of the corner and passed over the unconscious human body stacked on the ground.

"Let me go, let me out!"

"I was wronged!"

Excited and chaotic shouts rang out one after another, and the group of prisoners roared excitedly when they saw the mastermind behind it all.

"It's me! It's me! I got it! If you let me out, I'll tell you where it is! ”

A hoarse but shrill voice was particularly clear in the midst of the noise, and the tone of the rough sandpaper scraping the blackboard overshadowed the chaotic noise of the others.

"Don't, try, deceive, Lord Voldemort!"

The handsome man's face showed a terrifying hideousness, the black robe was raised, and the crisp sound of the magic explosion suppressed all the previous noise.

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

The wailing became the only noise at the moment, and everyone was frightened by the sudden ferocity.

But in the moment of silence, an angry roar rang out from the distant prison.

"Found you, Blake."

In the sturdy cage, a mad man with chains on his limbs growled and roared with blood-red eyes.

"Tell me where the spear of Longinus is."

"I'll kill you!!"

"It's okay, I can dig what I want out of your head without saying anything, Blake."

The sturdy cage was severed by the magic blade, and the screams and struggles were gone as the handsome man stepped out of the cage, and the prisoners watched as the man with a wicked smile on his face dragged the hapless creature back down the hallway.

"Good dreams, bastards."

"Bang~"

A gunshot extinguished the light source that illuminated the place, and the prison cell was drowned in darkness.

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There was supposed to be another chapter, but I was too sleepy, so I got up tomorrow morning to write it

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