Chapter 142 Ministry of Magic

"The Statute of Secrecy is the foundation of wizarding society and has lasted for hundreds of years. How can it be abolished at the drop of a hat!"

"It is not a question of whether we want to abolish it now, Mr. Dorje. Muggles already know about it and regard us as For those who are favored, this is God's will, God, and the opportunity given to us by God."

The reception hall of the Ministry of Magic has already changed. The statue in the middle is still glowing with golden light, and it seems more beautiful than last time. Shined. The dimming of the surrounding lights further highlights the magnificence of the statue. With the statue as the center, there are rows and rows of chairs floating like stairs. All the seats were almost occupied, and from a distance it looked densely packed with heads.

The British Ministry of Magic received wizards from all over the world with different skin colors and costumes in one day. Although the people who came were diverse, the discussion scene was surprisingly boring and uniform.

There was no expected endless debate and insistence on one's own opinion. Instead, it seemed like a desperate fight by a few people.

It's okay not to talk about God, but when I talk about Ephias Dorje, I can't help but want to sneer. He dared to directly rebuke Mu Yu for questioning the secrecy law at that time, and of course he dared to face questions now.

"God of bullshit, please grow your brain," he smoothed his white hair and cursed regardless of his image. However, when he came into contact with several people's looks that were either frightened or angry, he couldn't help but feel cold. What he said was even more straightforward, "I know how the Daily Prophet and the Ministry of Magic have cleaned your heads during this period. Whatever God's will or God's will is, it's all a mysterious man pretending behind his back. You are so ridiculous, you are willing to do it for him. .."

\"Ahem,\" Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge coughed slightly and interrupted Ephias Dorje, "I don't mean to interrupt you, Mr Dorje, but as the Minister of Magic, I have to be here. To clarify. There are rumors that the mysterious man is back and even takes control of the Ministry of Magic. They are all rumors. The Ministry of Magic has always been independent and insists on the benefit of the wizarding society. "

He has obviously mastered the art of lying.

"You..."

Before Dorji could refute him, another wizard in the seat stood up and faced Dorji: "I just want to ask Mr. Dorji a few questions. You keep saying that mysterious people are behind everything, so please explain. Why was it that the East announced the existence of another world first, followed by the United States, and the Nordic countries responded one after another, and the Muggle leaders personally announced it? Do you want to say that the mysterious man traveled to many countries and cast the Imperius Curse on thousands of Muggles one by one. "

At this point, several jeers came from the table, all of which were directed at Duoji.

After the laughter finally subsided, the man continued to question: "At the end of last year, there were frequent Muggle movements, which made people panic. But they gradually subsided in February, until Dongfang announced that now it has even opened a new identity registration system, which will allow real wizards to As the person closest to God, isn't there God's guidance in this process?" He said it not only to Dorje, but also to everyone present. When he mentioned this, his face was all red, and many people at the table were also excited. He said with a proud look, "A new era has arrived. The talents and innate status of wizards will truly be realized, and they no longer have to hide from Muggles and live in a ditch without seeing the light." Merlin would be happy if

he were reincarnated. "Merlin had the nerve to

mention Merlin . Ephias Doji couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at this person: "If Merlin is reincarnated, you will be mad at him one by one! The wizard has lost his character. With this illusory status, you give up your dignity and worship the false evil god!" Seeing that most people had no reaction, as if they didn't feel that the status they gained was illusory, and they were not aware of the consequences of giving up their dignity. He became more and more excited, "You have forgotten the deaths of these people, Bertha Jorkins, Amelia Bones..."

\"It is not difficult to find that the people you listed are all staunch die-hards. Their rejection of God's will can be seen in their words and deeds. Their families and children were all unscathed. \"

Ephias Dorje laughed in anger at such ridiculous remarks . When will you get the chance to refute?

What's the point of refuting? They only want to believe what they want to believe, and all they see is their own status and the so-called supreme glory that future generations will enjoy.

"You..." He looked around with difficulty, and all he saw were faces with extreme indifference. It was this layer of indifference that combined to drain him of all his strength. "That's what I think.

" People responded. There were still people at the table who were moving their lips, seemingly wanting to respond to him, but seemed to have to keep silent in the silent environment.

After seeing no response for a long time, Cornelius Fudge stood up slowly, ignoring Ephias Dorje: "I think we can vote." He looked around at each seat and nodded to everyone, "Today the British Ministry of Magic is the host. All members of the Wizengamot, the International Federation of Wizards, and representatives of wizards from various countries are present to hold a meeting on the abolition of the Secrecy Law. Now, wizards please raise your hands to agree to the following terms: completely abolish the Secrecy Law, accept the will of God or God, and assume the responsibility of wizards. We should have the responsibility to lead the naive and ignorant Muggles to build a new world."

At least 60% to 70% of the wizards present raised their hands. Basically, there is no need to deliberately count and the results are self-evident.

"Now, please agree to maintain the old practice and raise your hands for those wizards who refuse to accept God's arrangement."

He said something unusual, which caused the wizards who originally wanted to raise their hands to hesitate and choose to abstain, which made this group of people even more serious. Very few.

Those who were attentive already noticed that the atmosphere was not normal. People wearing black robes and hoods walked slowly from the periphery of the circle of seats, and silently surrounded the hall on the first floor of the Ministry of Magic.

Cornelius Fudge stood in front of the stage, looking down at the various reactions of the crowd with satisfaction. He felt the blood surge in his chest. He had never felt so high-spirited: "Obviously, as the host, the British Minister of Magic, based on impartiality, The voting results, I announce..."

"Wait a minute!"

A loud and clear voice suddenly came from the corner of the seat. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who had been left out for a long time, slowly stood up. Even though he was pushed into a corner and the light could hardly shine on him, his posture was still tall and burly when he stood up.

Fudge's expression changed drastically. This was an unexpected surprise.

If, if they knew something was going wrong on this occasion...

he would be dead.

"Sit down, Shakur! You have no place to speak here!" he yelled hastily.

"Mr. Minister, before you make an announcement, I will file a lawsuit against you on the grounds of colluding with dark forces, secretly serving Voldemort, and threatening the security of the wizarding world. I also recommend that you immediately resign and accept trial," facing the attention of the crowd and facing the siege He was not afraid at all from the wolf-like gaze of the circle of black figures who were closer, as if he did not realize how dangerous the situation was now, "According to the laws of the Ministry of Magic, and with all the evidence, your position as Minister of Magic is It will be temporarily suspended. Naturally, it has no right to organize such an important international conference on the abolition of the confidentiality law. All results today will be invalid and have no legal effect."

Cornelius Fudge desperately forced himself to calm down: "You... "It's better to have sufficient evidence."

The look in his eyes when he looked at Kingsley had turned from the initial irritation to deep-seated hatred.

"I am a witness."

Another person stood up at the table. Cornelius Fudge turned his head and looked. He never expected that it was him.

Albert Greengrass.

Albert, a loyal, smart and good assistant, encouraged him from the beginning to become an independent minister and get rid of Dumbledore's influence. He gave him many practical ideas and never exceeded them. Gradually, when he was pulled in half-pushed and half-rejected, he had always thought that Albert had already become a staunch follower of that person.

Could it be that he is actually from the Order of the Phoenix?

"As the senior secretary of the minister, Mr. Minister has hinted several times and even threatened my daughter's life, forcing me to choose my camp carefully." Under more pressure, Albert Greenglass than King Sly still had to be calm, as if he was born with little emotion. "I even saw the mysterious man personally meeting with him once to discuss infiltrating the Ministry of Magic."

"Nonsense..."

Albert Greengrass ignored him and continued: "All important positions in the Ministry of Magic are occupied by former Death Eaters. Lucius Malfoy, MacNeil, Nott, Yaxley, Carlo... these are all enough to become As proof," he said his name calmly, "there is also physical evidence. Hidden deep in Minister Fudge's office is a contract signed with the mysterious man, which details how he took over the mysterious man's order and took advantage of his position as Minister of Magic. Colluding with the Dongfang Shen family, casting the soul-stealing curse on the American Muggle leader, and working with the Daily Prophet to undermine the peace and order, everyone can tell whether the magic contract is genuine or not."

Fudge broke out in a cold sweat. Of course there couldn't be any contract, but they spoke so clearly that he couldn't help but feel even more panicked.

Albert Greenglass' accusations continue: "As the director of the Office of the Legal Enforcement Division, I propose that Secretary Fudge's above behavior is enough to proceed to the next process. If he refuses to plead guilty, the Legal Enforcement Division has the right to use spit on Secretary Fudge." Real dose."

At this point, he was almost torn apart. As soon as he finished speaking, people such as Malfoy stood up from the seats and pointed their wands at Albert Greengrass. The men in black robes surrounding the seats finally showed their ferocious fangs and silently pointed their wands at Albert and Kingsley, who were in the center of the focus.

With a crash, a group of people in the seats suddenly stood up, silently walked to Albert and Kingsley, and all of them pulled out their wands. The disguises of this group of people were gradually removed, and it was shocking to see that they were all from the Order of the Phoenix.

The two parties formed a confrontation.

At the critical moment, Albert Greengrass took a few steps forward without hesitation, directly pushed the stunned Fudge away, took his place, swept away his former image of a good old man, and faced everyone calmly: "Everyone , if you are smart, you will understand that it is wise to do nothing now."

Countless silver weapons appeared in the sky above the Ministry of Magic, and they were all aimed at everyone except Albert. Those who are slightly familiar with Muggles can tell that this is entirely a Muggle thing.

Someone sneered disdainfully, and directed a powerful spell at one of them: "Albert, your brain is broken, and you still want to rely on Muggles..."

He couldn't finish what he said, and it was supposed to be powerful. The extremely powerful spell disappeared almost as soon as it touched the weapon, and then a loud bang broke out from it. After a flash of dazzling light, the reckless wizard turned into a pile of dust.

Screams arose. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix frowned, and even Lucius Malfoy began to feel restless.

Only the group of men in black robes remained motionless, as if they didn't feel the power.

"Quiet," Albert Greengrass lazily sat on Fudge's seat with his legs crossed, admiring the different expressions of everyone, "We should indeed usher in a new world that belongs to us, but the leaders should change. .."

He was dissatisfied with the indifference of the black-robed men, and knew that these people were the most threatening. He raised his hand, wanting to establish his power again and establish his absolute position. However, this time all the weapons seemed to be broken, floating quietly in the air without any movement.

The air was dull and the scene was awkward.

Viola had no reason to trick him, it was still effective just now...

He waved his hand again, and it was still so quiet that there was not even a gust of wind.

It was so quiet, so quiet that you could hear his accelerated heartbeat.

In this strange dead silence, a crisp laughter broke the deadlock. This voice sounds like a childish girl playing carefree and wantonly. Once you listen to it, you can feel the silent ecstasy of the voice owner. But in such an environment, in the atmosphere of the empty hall with amplified sound effects over and over again, everyone got goosebumps.

She was laughing at them mercilessly. Laugh at their cowardice, laugh at their ignorance, laugh at their overestimation in trying to resist.

"Ignorant people, lambs that cannot be tamed, think they can hide from the eyes of God," the ethereal voice is sometimes male or female, high and gentle, low and gentle, rising and falling with the tone. It should be extremely weird, but it fits well. Very tacit understanding. Some people's legs have begun to tremble, "But they don't know that God knows everything. All deceptions, lies, and tricks are all hidden."

There are two figures vaguely emerging from the passage, and their faces cannot be seen clearly, and even the figures are overlapping and separated. It is not clear whether it is one or two, but they are far and near, like a ghost and an entity.

The weapons that were showing off their power a moment ago shattered like bubbles in just one breath, casting down little rays of light in the hall.

The gold-plated statue in the middle of which was worshiped by countless wizards and even various races seemed to be shining brightly.

Such a shocking scene made some people's legs weak, and they fell to their knees directly on the ground. Someone opened the door, and others followed closely behind. Whether they were frightened or sincerely admired, they lowered themselves one after another.

When this voice sounded, the group of hooded people were already kneeling on the ground with great piety.

"God is kind and loving, and is willing to guard the ideals of every innocent lamb. Wizards have been suppressed for too long, and their talents have gradually been worn away. The offspring who should have been born with glory are gradually confused with the humble and incompetent Muggles, and have lost their innate talents. Halo, how heartbreaking it is."

The voice was full of bewitchment and inducement.

"As wizards and people born with abilities, you are willing to live quietly and be submissive, being surpassed and assimilated by Muggles from generation to generation." The voice became lower and lower, hissing, as if it was the gospel spread by angels, but also like the whispers of devils, Some people's eyes have begun to become trance-like, "Join us and step into the pasture of the gods. As long as you dedicate enough faith and piety, the endless Dharma lineage is at your disposal. The respected status, wealth, and power will be passed down from you. Stretch, step into the pasture, and descendants of you will always stand on the mountain top."

The gentle tone seemed to prevail at this time, as gentle as the breeze, going straight into the heart: "Step into our pasture, for love, for love. Ideal."

More and more people bowed down willingly, without even daring to make any unnecessary movements, as if the more they thought about a sculpture, the more pious they would be.

There were still some people who insisted on standing upright under such pressure. Everyone in the Order of the Phoenix did not lower their heads. With Kingsley as the leader, they leaned together. Everyone's eyes were clear and firm.

“There are always lost lambs who refuse to accept God’s call and refuse to enter God’s pasture.” The voice gradually became more playful, as if it were playing with prey or a doll. “Death will be the only punishment for the disobedient lambs. "

No one flinched, even if the person standing now clearly understood what they were about to face.

Dumbledore's whereabouts were unknown after he made his final confession, which meant that it was highly likely that no one would stand in their way at the critical moment.

But each person is a tough wall, and when connected together, they form an impregnable city.

"We are human beings, walking upright and standing upright." In the silence, the real Alastor Moody stood up. He was severely damaged by Barty Crouch Jr. and has not yet fully recovered, but this is not It prevented him from saying this loudly in front of everyone, "Our ideals should be guarded by ourselves, and there is no need to surrender our faith and crawl at the feet of the so-called gods. Even if we belong, we are Dumbledore's people through and through, and uphold the To him and the many people who sacrificed for this.”

A melodious cry broke the depression and horror, and the fiery red phoenix burned into a dazzling fireball in the dim light.

A figure slowly walked out from another passage, facing the direction the two came from. He is much paler and more fragile than before, but his grace has not diminished, but has become even stronger.

"You probably thought I died there, and maybe you were thinking of collecting my body." You could vaguely see the man holding a wand in one hand and holding something tightly in the other. "Fortunately, I am blessed by my old friend, so I don't need to trouble you. "

Dumbledore walked slowly over and stood in the light.

"Nice to meet you on such an occasion, Tom, Yu."

His left hand finally let go, and a badge fell to the ground with a jingle.

Under reflection, the badge pattern is very clear, like a triangular eye with a vertical line in the pupil.

He just fell to the ground, as if he was watching, but also with decisive contempt.