An interrogation was going on in the interrogation room underground of the Ministry of Magic. On the roof of the interrogation room, there were also eight dementors flying around the patio. Cold air and despair enveloped the entire room. On the high ceiling opposite the door of the room
On the stage, the director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, Runcorn Albert, was barking like a mad dog. "——Dirk Creswell, the evidence that you are suspected of forging genealogy is conclusive, what else can you say now?
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"You can't do this to me. My magic is natural, not stolen from somewhere. Also, I have worked hard for the Ministry of Magic for 20 years, and I have never made any mistakes-" He was tied to the chair with chains.
Dirk Creswell defended angrily.
At the same time, a sobbing sound came from the seat, it was a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She and a group of Muggle-born wizards who were summoned to appear in court were huddled together in fear, shivering on the hardwood bench.
Several wizards covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to ward off the greedy mouths of the dementors. Some were accompanied by their families, while others were sitting alone. The dementors were floating up and down, and from time to time, they would jump from the group.
Flying in front of people, sucking away happiness and spreading despair.
"Shut up, you dirty mudblood." Runcorn Albert opened his mouth and cursed, even his saliva splashed onto Creswell's face below. After scolding him, he turned his head and faced
A blond middle-aged witch wearing short sleeves with a Death Eater mark said. "Mary, write it down. This is an unrepentant mudblood. He should be locked up in a dark cell and slowly rot with dementors."
Lose."
"Yes, I have written it down." The middle-aged witch named Mary quickly waved her quill. Under the light of a jackal-like patron saint, the witch looked pale and without much blood.
After making sure that everything he said had been recorded, Albert turned his head and was about to open his mouth to insult the huddled group of marrow wizards. Suddenly, a dementor-like sound came from outside the court door.
Some screamed loudly.
"Rupert, go see what's going on. I hope it's not someone who is overestimating their capabilities and tries to rush in again." Albert ordered the Death Eater striker in short-sleeves standing at the door, and then
Then he looked at the group of hemp wizards.
"This court represents absolute justice. I swear, I will completely clean up -" Runcorn Albert just started a new round of nonsense. However, before he finished speaking, he saw that he had just gone out to inquire about the situation.
Rupert broke through the door and flew in upside down, with a purple crystal as thick as his forearm stuck in his chest.
In an instant, there was silence in the interrogation room. Just when no one could react, the part of the crystal exposed outside the body exploded, and a large number of purple and transparent crystal fragments flew towards the interrogation platform in a fan shape.
"Iron Armor Protection!" Albert on the trial stage used a protective spell, but the energy contained in these crystal fragments far exceeded their expectations. The armor spell's protection shattered the moment the crystal fragments came into contact.
, and then those crystals caused seven or eight wounds on his body, causing him to howl in pain.
And Mary beside him didn't have time to release the magic when the crystal exploded, but bent down and hid behind the trial table. However, it was a coincidence. The explosive crystal prepared by Rose Crystal was mainly used to break magic.
The physical damage is not much different from that of ordinary crystals. Therefore, the thick solid wood and iron trial table successfully blocked the crystal fragments attacking Mary.
"Avada -" Albert took advantage of the chaos and raised his wand again. But before he finished reciting the spell, he saw a large number of yellow pieces of paper flying in from the door, most of which were thrown towards the room.
It flew towards the top, turning the dementors there into a bunch of blue fireballs that were scurrying around and making screams.
Another part of the yellow paper went straight to Albert. One of them cut off his hand holding the wand and the wand like a blade, while the remaining ones nailed him to the judgment chair.
"Who are you?" Albert, who was completely motionless, struggled to stare at the dark door. A few seconds later, Ryan and Hermione emerged from the darkness in the corridor and walked into the trial hall.
"This is such a good place." Ryan ignored the seriously injured Albert. He looked around the courtroom and then motioned Hermione to explain the current situation to the nervous hemp wizards who were trembling together like quails.
After preparing to leave, he walked up the steps step by step and came to Albert's side.
"It doesn't matter who we are." Ryan said, taking out a pistol from his pocket with his left hand and pointing it at Albert's head. He felt that for the director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, being beaten to death by a Muggle weapon should be
It's a very good way to die. "The important thing is that we can use your life to warn everyone that killing innocent people will only lead to death."
After speaking, Ryan pulled the trigger directly. After several consecutive gunshots, Albert's entire skull flew up. It seemed that even magic could not save him.
"Give me your wand," Ryan pointed his wand at Mary, who was hiding under the table with her head in her hands and shivering. She didn't look like a Death Eater. "Or I can get it myself from your corpse."
After listening to Ryan's words, Mary felt like she was forgiven. She took out his wand as quickly as possible and slid the wand towards Ryan along the floor. Ryan bent down, picked up the wand and said. "Stay there, don't create anything."
trouble."
After watching Mary nod her head, Ryan stepped on the blood on the ground and walked down the court. At this time, Hermione had already put Dirk Creswell down from the court chair and let him stay with his wife.
And said to the group of hemp wizards: "——You should leave with us next, then go home and take your children to escape. You have just seen what the situation is now. You can't do it here.
To what is fair.”
"Where can we go now, Mr. Liang?" Cresswell, who had been tried before, asked while supporting his wife.
"You know me?" Ryan was a little curious.
"Of course, most people here know you. Second-level Knight of Merlin, winner of the Triwizard Tournament, we all say privately that you will be the greatest hemp wizard in Britain in the past century." Creswell said seriously.
When he arrived, most of the other people here nodded in agreement.
It seems that his East Asian face is indeed easier to recognize. Ryan thought of this and said, "Since you all believe what I say, then after you get out, you can escape to the north. Professor Dumbledore has built a strong resistance fortress there.
.If it is inconvenient to run to the north, going abroad is also a good choice. In short, the further away from the Ministry of Magic in London, the better."
After watching this group of muck wizards listen to what he said, Ryan divided the two usable wands he had just seized into the hands of two people, but even so, half of the wizards still didn't have their own wands. Because they were entering the interrogation just now.
Before entering the chamber, the muck wizards who were going to be tried today had already had their wands confiscated.
"Now everyone without a wand should follow the person with a wand." Ryan arranged. "You must move as fast as possible in a while, and we will try our best to buy time in the main hall for you to leave."
"Then what do you do?" asked a middle-aged black-haired witch. "Now the Ministry of Magic is full of Death Eaters. How do you leave after they surround us?"
"Don't worry." Hermione comforted. "Since we can get in, we are sure to get out, so when you get to the foyer, you just need to run out as hard as you can. The faster you run, the more time we have to get out of here.
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"Okay, let's go now." After all the preliminary preparations were completed, Ryan and Hermione ran towards the elevator with more than 20 wizards.