The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1124: before the storm

While Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were busy rushing to Albert's wedding, the Death Eaters started their own plans.

If they didn't want to be thwarted by the Ministry of Magic on the 12th murder, they had better trouble the Ministry now so that they wouldn't have time for the Mudblood's wedding.

Many Death Eaters were aware that the Dark Lord wanted to kill the Mudblood named Albert Anderson, and they could see how terrified Voldemort was of that Mudblood.

Master of Prophecy?

Super genius?

Duel champion?

No, these are not the point.

The point is that Mudblood has only been in contact with the magic world for seven years.

It only took seven years for the other party to achieve an achievement that stunned the wizards all over the world. If he were given another ten years, five years, not two years, only two years, God knows how much the other party will grow.

Probably someone like Dumbledore again.

But there is no doubt that the Mudblood was more dangerous than Dumbledore.

Not to mention Voldemort, even they realized it, they just didn't want to admit it.

Therefore, after Fudge refused to take refuge in himself, Voldemort did not ask his Death Eaters to slaughter Muggles at the first time, but patiently waited until now before planning to do it.

As long as the Death Eaters attack Somerset with the giants, they can not only complete their revenge on the Ministry of Magic, but also achieve their own goals.

When a large number of Muggle casualties occurred in Somerset, the Ministry of Magic needed to invest a lot of people to help hide the truth, so as to involve most of the energy of the Ministry of Magic.

When Lucius Malfoy brought the Death Eaters to attack Albert's wedding, the Ministry of Magic would have been much slower to respond, and by the time they came for reinforcements, it was all over.

No way. After being taught a hard lesson by the trap set up by Harry Potter last time, everyone has become very cautious now, not to mention that Albert Anderson is not easy to mess with. If you want to kill him completely, you need to do a good job. Perfect preparation.

It is said that Lucius Malfoy is ready to step into the trap.

McNeil is very clear about his mission. It is not difficult to destroy Somerset County and make trouble for the Ministry of Magic. The most difficult thing at the moment is the giant's problem.

After receiving the order of the Dark Lord, McNeil took several Death Eaters to the depths of the Cotswold Mountains to meet the giant's Gogo (leader) Gao Gao Ma.

Before coming to England, the two sides had made an agreement, but McNeil doubted whether the giant's poor brain could still remember the original agreement, and it was not easy to convince the big group of no-brainers.

"I bring the Dark Lord's Promise."

McNeil walked through the smelly giant's camp to the tall horse and exclaimed, "We intend to attack Somerset and teach the Ministry of Magic an unforgettable lesson, and you are allowed to join in this operation, in Ma The melon world is making a riot with impunity."

The noise in the giant's camp suddenly stopped abruptly.

"The Dark Lord allows you to join the next orgies," McNeil repeated.

The next second, the excited roars of the giants sounded in the camp, they had waited too long.

After McNeill waited for the giants' strange cries to end, he said to Gao Gao Ma, "But now there is a problem."

"Quiet!" Gao Gao Ma roared at the giants, then turned his eyes to McNeil, "If you have something to say, I'm listening."

"We won't be confronting the Ministry of Magic for the time being, and I think you definitely don't want your people to suffer too many casualties!" McNeill said to Gao Gao Ma, although he thought it was ridiculous to talk to giants about casualties. .

After all, giants often fight and kill giants.

"I hope you will follow my orders, especially when I ask you to retreat, I hope you will retreat in time to avoid unnecessary conflicts with the wizards of the Ministry of Magic. Once the Ministry of Magic finds your location, there will be a large number of There are wizards to encircle you, and now is not the time to officially start war with the Ministry of Magic." McNeil still expressed his request, in his opinion the giant can only communicate easily, although he did not expect too much, but Mike Neal knew his job well, and if all the giants died, his standing with the Dark Lord would be greatly reduced.

"No problem!" Gao Gaoma agreed. "When you are about to retreat, Gao Gaoma is willing to obey your orders. When will we set off?"

"We'll set off when your clan is ready." McNeil breathed a sigh of relief, the situation wasn't too bad.

"Did you hear that?" Gao Gao Ma shouted at the giants, "Ready to go."

That night, McNeil and giants, dark wizards and dementors attacked a small town in Somerset, near the Cotswolds.

The residents of the town in the middle of the night were awakened by the terrifying roar, and they soon discovered that some terrifying humanoid monsters had broken into their homes, directly pulling up trees as weapons, and smashing them everywhere.

Panic and screaming woke the town, and everyone frantically called the police station.

However, when the police car arrived in a hurry, it was smashed into scrap metal with a stick.

The Death Eaters and Dark Wizards were laughing wildly, throwing Blast Curses at the surrounding houses and slaughtering all Muggles they could see.

The dementors floating in the night sky are also very excited. After the carnival begins, they will unscrupulously **** the despair in the town, and even **** away some Muggle souls who are about to die.

When the giant seemed to be swept away by a hurricane, all that was left in the town were ruins and muggles screaming in pain.

"It's time to go, we can't stay here too long."

McNeil closed the pocket watch in his hand and asked the Death Eaters around him to notify the other dark wizards to transfer. He went to find the high horse and informed the giants that it was time to go to the next town.

The chaos must be spread as quickly as possible, and the Cotswolds must be withdrawn before the Ministry of Magic can react.

At this moment, the tall horse, who had just waved the crooked road sign and smashed a car, was very unhappy with McNeill's order, but he finally chose to obey the order and yelled at the over-excited giants.

Then they started running towards their next target, like a terrible gust of wind raging through the villages and towns around the Cotswolds, killing a large number of Muggles.

This bad news shocked the entire British wizarding world.

The atrocities committed by the Death Eaters in Somerset are really outrageous, but the most ridiculous thing is that it is not that the Death Eaters slaughtered a large number of Muggles, but that their crimes almost caused the wizarding world to be exposed to muggles. In front of melon, it caused a lot of trouble to the Ministry of Magic.

In order to hide the atrocities committed by the Death Eaters, a large number of memory write-offs were sent to Somerset, and they had to work overtime to modify all Muggle memories of what had happened.

A large number of staff from the Division of Fantastic Creatures Management and Control have also been sent to Somerset to try and find the culprit behind it all. However, they never found the giant, and they didn't know if they didn't find it on purpose, or if they really couldn't find it.

The terrible catastrophe in Somerset, eventually disguised as a hurricane, and the Ministry of Magic's revenge against You-Know-Who has nothing to offer.

This incident completely stimulated the panic in people's hearts.

The angry wizards shouted again for Fudge to step down and get Scrimgeour to take over as the new minister.

Fudge was under tremendous pressure for this, and the whole person became haggard, and he discussed with Scrimgeour again about his appointment.

"Not right now."

Facing Fudge's proposal, Scrimgeour simply shook his head and refused.

"No, it's a good time now." Fudge was anxious to get rid of his position, lest something happen that would require him to take the blame.

As for continuing to occupy the position of Minister of Magic, Fudge did not dare to think about it, for fear that one day he would be sent to trial by the angry crowd.

"Gardwin Robards needs time to take over the Auror office," Scrimgeour explained blankly, looking at Fudge's anxious face, "The Aurors are our last line of defense, and if we lose this power , then it's really over."

"But…"

"There needs to be someone over there in Somerset, too," Scrimgeour added.

"A large number of staff from the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures have been sent to Somerset." Fudge said, frowning. "They searched around there, but they have never been able to find the whereabouts of the giant."

"How do you know no one's lying, or being lazy?" Scrimgeour reminded. "The Death Eaters are likely to put people in the Ministry of Magic, and if they lie, we won't find the giants."

"But, this..." Fudge was speechless. If it was before, he would have refuted it, but now it is indeed possible.

"I'll take the Aurors," said Scrimgeour calmly. "It's not easy for those guys to hide. If possible, it's better to kill the giants now."

Fudge couldn't help shivering. He found that Scrimgeour's murderous intentions were getting heavier and heavier, especially the laws against dark wizards announced some time ago.

"When Aurors deal with dark wizards, they put their own safety as the first priority, allow direct use of black magic, and directly kill recalcitrant elements who do not surrender at the first time."

"Everyone wants you to be a minister. I don't think this matter can be delayed any longer." Fudge suggested with a deep breath. After Scrimgeour agreed to his departure, staying as a consultant, Fudge realized he had better leave as soon as possible.

"Okay, but we'd better hold the polls as usual, even if the process is simpler, this process cannot be omitted."

Scrimgeour agreed, intending to ask Fudge to help him hold a poll, and agreed to take over the position of minister on the 13th.

Why let everyone vote?

Naturally, it was to show that Scrimgeour was voted by everyone, and No. 13, of course, was to help Albert attract the attention of Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

This is the agreement between them.

Scrimgeour did know when Albert was married, but he didn't know where.

Led by Scrimgeour, squads of Aurors patrolled the skies over Somerset on broomsticks, trying to find the whereabouts of the giants through detection tools purchased from Fred and George.

However, the Aurors did not find the giants. Those big men seemed to disappear out of thin air. They were probably moved away by the Death Eaters using some method. Everyone was very disappointed. They thought they could kill a few giants to save their reputation. Cleaned up a few corpses.

"This search is over."

From a temporary stronghold in eastern Somerset, Scrimgeour summoned all the Aurors. "We have more important tasks ahead."

Under the bewildered gaze of the Aurors, Scrimgeour continued, "I recently got a piece of information that the Death Eaters are going to make a big move."

As he spoke, Scrimgeour looked around the crowd and continued, "And we'll..."

"To stop them?" An Auror asked tentatively.

"Stop? No, no, this is an opportunity for us." Scrimgeour sneered, "Those **** rats, they always like to hide, luckily we now have a chance to solve this in one go. big trouble."

"We're going to catch the Death Eaters?"

"It's an ambush to be precise."

Scrimgeour gave Gardwin a look, and the latter immediately stepped forward and opened the wooden box he was holding. Inside were potions that were bubbling with mud. All Aurors knew about compound potions.

"I have communicated with Albert Anderson that he is willing to lend us his wedding venue, and all we have to do now is to pretend to be guests to attend the wedding, wait for the Death Eaters to make trouble, and then..." Lin Jie picked up a compound potion and gave everyone a cruel smile: "I think you all know what to do."

Everyone stared at Scrimgeour in amazement, wondering where the news of Scrimgeour came from, but if this was true, the group of Death Eaters would be in for real bad luck.

"Don't worry about your safety, I have prepared a guarantee for you for this."

With that said, Scrimgeour opened another box, which contained golden pills that looked a lot like cod liver oil.

"I think you should know what this is."

"Felicity," Tonks muttered.

She and Kingsley looked at each other, and both guessed the specific reason.

This was the Death Eater's idea for Anderson's wedding. The latter directly invited the Aurors from the entire Ministry of Magic to serve as guests, preparing to give the troublesome Death Eaters an unexpected surprise.

"Using it in battle can bring you luck for half an hour. This is the only Flux that I can get." Scrimgeour closed the box and said calmly: "The Flux can To ensure the safety of your life to the greatest extent, as for the question of the mysterious man, you don't have to worry, Dumbledore will help us."

"After this time, the Death Eaters will become rats running around, and we will chase them everywhere, don't be merciful, I allow you to use black magic, even the Unforgivable Curse, to directly kill the enemy, especially those from The Death Eaters who escaped from Zkaban Prison, if they do not intend to surrender, should be killed immediately." Scrimgeour said, waving his fists, "Every Death Eater killed may save one or even several in the future. A wizarding family."

"Think of this terrible disaster, we will not compromise with them, it will only increase their arrogance, unless you want to live in nightmares in the future, like the last wizard war, no, this time will be more tragic, Mysterious Man There are various signs with the Death Eaters that they want to control the Ministry of Magic, and the death of Burns is the best proof. One day, I suddenly died, or died, which means that the Ministry of Magic is about to collapse. It's your turn to control the Ministry of Magic, and I don't think you want to live in that kind of despair. So, kill as many Death Eaters as you can, and only by killing them will we have a better life."

Everyone couldn't help but swallow their saliva, shocked by Scrimgeour's courage.

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