Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 805: Death of Fudge

"The Blood Wizard of Hogwarts (

Kingsley Shaker glanced coldly at Fudge, who was about to run away, and then his eyes were intertwined with Arthur and other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone’s eyes were firm, and they unanimously decided to stay and organize. The power of resistance.

The Ministry of Magic is too important to give up so easily!

Just as Kingsley made up his mind, a violent roar suddenly came from outside the door, and then an unknown object galloped past everyone's head and hit the wall behind.

The originally noisy conference room suddenly became a lot quieter, and the frightened officials of the Ministry of Magic looked back and found that the door of the conference room that had just flown over their heads was just twisted. It's out of shape.

"Impossible, how could they come so fast?!" Arthur Weasley's pupils tightened, muttering to himself in disbelief.

It has only been eight or nine minutes since they received the notification of the invasion. Could it be that the guards of the Aurors are all in paper?

However, no matter how unwilling to believe it, it is impossible to change the facts. Soon after the explosion sounded, a large number of ragged, crazy-looking Death Eaters poured in from the door.

"Bella, Lucius, August, Antonin, McNeill..." Fudge looked at the familiar faces and couldn't help taking a breath, cursing the group of people who were eating inside and out. Dementor.

Obviously it was the Ministry of Magic that gave them the soil to survive, allowing them to wantonly devour the happiness of the prisoners and even take away the souls of the wicked ones, but these monsters avenged one by one, releasing the prisoners of Azkaban...

Thinking of this, Fudge can't wait to issue an order to strangle all the dementors!

Arthur, Kingsley, and others held their wands tightly. With a cursory sweep, they could see that there were at least hundreds of Death Eaters blocking the door, and all of them had only 30 wizards. The probability of winning is infinitely close to zero!

What made everyone feel desperate more was the figure surrounded by a group of Death Eaters.

Many wizards present had participated in the battle fifteen years ago. Naturally, they are no strangers to this red-eyed, snake-faced face, and they are also deeply aware of the power of the Black Devil.

Ivan strode to the center of the conference hall, raised his hand to signal the Death Eaters not to attack for now, then looked at Fudge and others, and said.

"Long time no see, Connery!"

Fudge, who was in despair and fear, couldn't help but froze after hearing Ivan's words. Have they seen it before?

To say that it must have existed twenty years ago, but he was not the Minister of Magic at the time, and he was mixed in a bunch of Aurors. Fudge didn't think that a small role like himself could be remembered by the Dark Lord.

Before Fudge could understand, Ivan continued to speak. "I have to say that the proposal you gave me before is very good, but unfortunately I prefer to control the magical world myself... But Connery, I can give you a chance to survive, now... Prove to me your loyalty. ..."

proposal? Proof of loyalty?

The huge amount of information contained in Ivan’s words made Fudge’s brain a little bit overwhelmed. He almost doubted whether the Dark Lord had admitted the wrong person, but he soon discovered that the wizards who had gathered around him had stepped back. Step, his eyes were full of doubts.

Listening to the words of the Dark Lord, Arthur suddenly recalled the frenzied suppression of Dumbledore by Fudge over the past few months, and firmly denied the resurrection of the mysterious man and the dementors' riots.

At first, he thought that the Minister of Magic had a pure IQ problem, and was stupid enough to politicize a thing that would harm the entire magical world, and attributed it to the rumors that political opponents used to suppress him.

It seems that things may not be so simple now. Fudge may have reached some kind of agreement with the Dark Lord secretly, such as jointly removing Dumbledore, to be so aggressive.

However, it is clear that Fudge is seeking skin with a tiger, and Voldemort's outrageous attack on the Ministry of Magic is enough to prove that Fudge has played off and seriously underestimated Voldemort's power and ambition...

Kingsley Shackler felt that something was wrong. No matter how stupid he was, Fudge couldn’t choose to cooperate with the mysterious person. When he heard that the mysterious person attacked, Fudge’s expression of shock and fear did not seem to be pretending. of.

Under the gaze of doubtful eyes, Fudge finally awakened in hindsight, and hurriedly said in defense. "No, it's not true, don't listen to his nonsense, there is no agreement at all... He must be trying to divide us, yes, it must be so!"

However, Fudge's excuse was ignored by many people. After all, the Dark Lord had already captured the entire Ministry of Magic and could kill everyone here at any time. There was no need to deceive them.

"It seems that you are ready to disobey what I mean? Connery?" Ivan interrupted Fudge who wanted to continue his defense. couldn't help accentuating the tone a little, and at the same time raised it impatiently. Raising his right hand, a faint green light flashed.

Fudge's face changed suddenly, and his hair exploded. Under the threat of death, all rights and face were thrown aside, and he shouted loudly.

"No, no...Stop!! I'm willing to..."

Before Fudge had finished speaking, Ivan waved his wand fiercely, and a green light beam shot out from the tip of the wand.

"AvadaKedavra~ (Avada Kedavra

The next moment, Fudge's body fell limply on the ground, his eyes were rounded, and there was still a look of panic and incomprehension on his face.

The entire conference hall fell into deathly silence. Looking at Fudge's body, Arthur and the others were chilly and swallowed hard.

The Minister of Magic died just like that, dead in front of them!

Kingsley Shaq looked away from Fudge's corpse and looked at the Dark Lord standing in the middle of the hall. Some wondered why Fudge had already expressed his willingness to surrender, but the Dark Lord still mercilessly killed him. .

"It's too late! I prefer people who know current affairs!" Ivan Yoyo put down the wand in his hand, said with regret, then looked at the remaining wizards and asked casually.

"So, it's your turn, who else wants to disobey me?"

Under Ivan’s gaze, the officials of the Ministry of Magic trembled one by one, and the Dark Lord’s fierceness was beyond their imagination. Just because Fudge thought about it for a while and went on a slaughter, it was a lunatic at all. As!

However, Ivan’s moody performance has further aggravated the fear in their hearts. In just a few seconds, nearly one-third of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic fell to the ground with awareness of the current affairs, humblely praying for the Dark Lord’s forgiveness... …