Chapter 165 Help

The hall was not cold, but Cornelius Fudge was sweating profusely. If he could sit in this position, then he was not that stupid. He immediately realized something and looked at Welfare in disbelief: "It was you, you helped the Hogwarts gang infiltrate the Ministry of Magic. You were the one who instigated it." !"

Unexpectedly, he looked angrier than anyone present, with veins popping out and his whole face distorted, as if Welfare was trying to steal his position: "Kill him, kill him immediately. "

The wands on all sides came closer, but still did not move. The person who spoke first tried to stand in front of Foley, but was pushed aside by the latter. The noise outside never stopped, echoing through every possible gap in the room, and the air seemed to be burning at the drop of a hat.

"It's late, everyone. I'm happy for you to take my life, but I have to remind you that there is no point in doing so." In such an atmosphere, he could still talk and laugh happily, and even giving Fudge a look was too redundant. "Confining the mind and enslaving the soul , We will eventually pay the price for the massacre. We don’t need to pursue ideals built on the bones of others, and we don’t need to have a symbol of tyranny above our heads."

The two groups of people went back and forth, and no one dared to chant the spell at this time. Both sides were waiting silently and clearly. It's just that as time goes by, more and more people are looking left and right, trying to move towards welfare in the smallest and most imperceptible way. As more people do this, the two sides that were originally evenly matched gradually become unbalanced.

Fudge's red face turned pale, and beads of sweat fell on the table, making a dull sound. His action was the most conspicuous, and no one noticed that Malfoy was holding his wand so hard that it almost broke.

However, Welfare's unhurried tone still echoed in his ears: "You still have illusions about power, wealth and status. Who can guarantee that your family will not become the second Shen family or that it will not suffer the consequences of Jorgins and "The murder of a group of people led by Burns." He looked at Cornelius Fudge with contempt and misery, "The people you work for, who keep saying they want to protect your existence, are you willing to save you?"

A series of heavy and neat footsteps approached. , every sound seemed to step directly on everyone's heart.

Cornelius Fudge began to tremble, his legs shaking uneasily, as if he wanted to move but was unable to move. Welfare was still mumbling, adding a punch to his already anxious heart: "We may lose, but we are not afraid of losing." His chuckle sounded more terrifying to Fudge than an evil ghost, " After all, someone’s soul was buried with us.”

This is also a group of lunatics and monsters. If Cornelius Fudge was willing to shrink and shrink himself, it would be better to shrink into a wisp of ashes and slip through the gap between the floors. He kept his head down, as if he couldn't see the increasingly disparate situation. At this time, he only hated that the table was too smooth, and he could still see blurry and twisted figures.

The sound of "dong-dong-dong" was so close that it tested everyone's nerves.

"Really?" A high-pitched, cold voice drowned out the dull movement, and the noise seemed to dissipate as if it were an illusion.

As if he couldn't hold on any longer, Fudge slumped from his chair to the ground. Fear and joy as if he had received an amnesty were mixed on his round face, which was very funny. He held on to the legs of the table and refused to get up. He begged in a low voice, trying to minimize his presence: "I, I don't know that he will... forgive me this time... please..."

When Cornelius Fudge begged, Mal Fucai dared to raise his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and he could hear the people standing behind him letting out a long sigh of relief.

He made the right choice again.

Tom Riddle lazily lifted Cornelius Fudge up, moved it farther away, and sat at the head of the table. Once seated, no one was willing to raise their head an inch more except for the welfare. He didn't care at all.

"We'll talk about your business later, Cornelius Fudge." He flipped his wand back and forth, his eyes constantly scanning the two groups of people, not even looking at him. "I can only rely on you to build the Ministry of Magic." "

He repeated the words that echoed not long ago, and every time his pale and slender hands fiddled with the wand, everyone's heart tightened: "You are so mediocre because of a group of idiots who only complain about the rebellion in the East and misinterpret accidental death cases. In the past year, the fig leaf of the Law of Secrecy has been used, forcing the wizard to give in step by step, and now they are talking about tyranny and fairness." He changed the subject, "Lucius, tell me, are they qualified to negotiate terms?"

Outside The movement almost died down, but dazzling bright lights flashed from time to time. Lucius Malfoy shrank back, suppressed his curiosity about the current situation, and answered without any hesitation: "The Shen family's lessons are far away and not profound, so that they still have the leisure to avenge the traitors."

Lucius Malfoy His knowledge and interest pleased him to a certain extent. He leaned back slightly, admiring the different expressions: "You are eager for more benefits, but you have forgotten who gave you the privileges you have as wizards now. After integrating into Muggle society, you are still living too comfortably. ," he chuckled, seemingly indifferent to the situation outside, "Carl, you were just a small clerk before the Secrecy Act was abolished, and you used your identity as a wizard and Ministry of Magic official to peel off piles of gold from Muggles.

" Lee, you don't need me to remind you how much land you have acquired from Muggles. Selwyn, you can show it to the three Muggle women you own privately." His soul was so deep that even Cornelius Fudge almost collapsed to the ground again.

It turns out that they are well aware of all the self-righteous little tricks and dirty tricks of the Ministry of Magic. It's just a matter of whether they are willing to take care of it or not.

"You never shed blood to build the ranch or hammered a nail into the ranch fence. We still watch what you want." After a scream, the person who was closest to Riddle and who was standing in the wrong team fell to twitch in front of Foley. " Ask for more power, Xiao wants to inherit, this is your reward."

They are becoming more and more alike, and now even their gentle and ethereal voices are exactly the same. Lucius Malfoy just stared at the curve of the table and tried his best to clear his mind.

Apart from screams, the only thing that could be heard was the rhythm of fingers tapping on the table. Everyone present was trying their best to swallow their different emotions, for fear that if any of them leaked out, they would become the next target.

"But it doesn't matter. Ignorant people are often easily deceived. Tell me who bewitched you, who lured you to the same rebellious path as the Shen family, and you will all be forgiven," Riddle sighed, as if he really felt regretful, " Werewolves haven't had much experience with wizard children. The purer the bloodline, the more they like it."

Already some people were shaking so hard that they could hardly stand. They lowered their heads and looked at the welfare occasionally. They couldn't help but want to speak, but they didn't want to. Welfare spoke first, without any fear at all: "Why use this method to threaten them again?" The room and the outside fell silent at the same moment. He was still smiling and unaffected, "We never thought about not being discovered. Even if you get a little bit of it, your soul is still hopeless. If you kill a lot of people, you won't be afraid of accelerating the destruction of souls with small threats."

He said so confidently that the people who were just ready to move began to feel uneasy again and wished they could disappear on the spot. The ministry had never been so quiet, and it seemed like there was no living thing except them. The boldest ones only dared to raise their eyelids slightly, and all they could see were pale and cracked knuckles.

The choice is clear. The Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department bit the bullet and moved in the other direction. He murmured and considered uttering a word or two. He closed his mouth as soon as he heard the door creak.

"So confident, do you think I'm dead?"

The girl's voice was clear and gentle, squeezing in through the gap like mist. But no one could taste the sweetness. On the contrary, they could only feel the thick blood entangled in the increasingly dull air.

Everyone, including Foley, was extremely aware that the Order's counterattack had once again failed.

Lucius Malfoy tried his best to step aside to let her pass, and he wouldn't have any problem if it turned into a piece of wallpaper at this time. His luck is not always that good.

Mu Yu stopped in front of him, raised his hand to force him to raise his chin, and scrutinized the confusion on his face.

The tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with blood. The sensitivity inherited from generations of the Malfoy family reminded Lucius Malfoy that she should be extremely angry at this moment.

Without having time to think about why the anger was poured out on him, he immediately put on the most respectful attitude towards her ever: "Madam."

Mu Yu released his grip on him, but never moved: "Someone sent the message in advance. This gives all the core members of the Order of the Phoenix the chance to safely evacuate." She smiled softly and brightly at Lucius Malfoy, completely ignoring whether this would frighten the latter to death. "If you can hide it, it's best to keep it hidden, no matter what day. Let me find out who it is. Mr. Malfoy, you should know that sometimes I am not very measured."

She passed over the uneasy Lucius Malfoy, sat next to Riddle, and naturally covered his hand. Turning to look at Welfare: "You are not qualified or capable of hurting my soul."

Their fingers clasped together more than once. As they intertwined and clenched each other, the warmth that became stronger and stronger was not satisfied with the short stay on the skin. Perseveringly looking for opportunities to drill into the bones. This time, the warmth between each other's hands and even the blazing heat when they were close to each other sent the joy that came from nowhere and the fear and panic that spread out of nowhere into the bone marrow.

She cared about his soul, for whatever reason.

He does not resist such care, and even caring so much generates waves of unquenchable joy—different from the joy of being in power, he cannot tell the difference. The unknown joy gave birth to an impulse of desire that should not exist, eager for her to repeat what she just said over and over again.

The rush that brews is terrifying. In front of her, he seemed to have lost most of his ability to think, and his mind was hotter than ever, and from time to time he would come up with stupid and crazy thoughts. But he didn't want to let go. Only by truly holding on could he ensure that what he was holding was not an illusion, and that the person in front of him would not disappear instantly.

Welfare looked at Mu Yu for a long time, stopped laughing, and said seriously: "The biggest mistake Olivia made was not strangling you immediately after giving birth to you."

Mu Yu put his other hand on Jade pendant, carefully feeling the cracked lines on it: "I hope she can really do this."

Someone rubbed the jade pendant that was about to break with her, and waved their hands to determine Welfare's fate: "Azkaban is very suitable for Mr. Welfare."

Until he was about to be When he was dragged out, Foley didn't seem to believe that he had survived, and he was not happy about his survival.

Mu Yu wrapped Nagini around her hand and played with it, looking at him with raised eyebrows, neither the joy of gaining power nor the anger of being provoked: "Death is a relief for you, so you will not die," she said Smoothly, without any personal emotion, "I want you to be surrounded by dementors, surrounded by despair, and see with your own eyes how the things Olivia loved - innocence, kindness, happiness, and freshness, disappeared.

She picked up the pendant around her neck and kissed her softly: "This is my world, our world, not hers." It

is self-evident how the situation has changed. The person who had decided to defect just now realized that after this time, he was afraid that he would miss the opportunity and die with someone like Foley, so he made a decisive decision and lay down on the ground crying bitterly: "Welfare uses sweet words to encourage us to pursue interests that are not our own. Yes. We were stupid and couldn't recognize that it was all the Order of the Phoenix's conspiracy." The cries were in different shapes, but the voices were rarely the same. "In addition, the Magical Congress of the United States of America provoked us, and we were stupid."

The Director of the International Magical Cooperation Department was even more stupid. With runny noses and tears, he was afraid that someone else would be the first to say it too late: "They are hanging out in the Ministry of Magic... I can provide their names..."

"They are all dead," Mu Yu Feng Qingyun's simple words made him choke. , no matter how gorgeously concocted the words are, I can’t go on. The words that followed made everyone's already worried hearts hang even higher, "Magical Congress has gone too far."

The topic jumped too fast, and the amount of information today was not enough for the combined brain capacity of several people present to handle it. . Only Cornelius Fudge's brain was functioning beyond its capabilities and running at an extremely high speed: "Malicious external provocation, provoking troubles, deploying people, today even killing Ministry of Magic officials, internally unable to restrain wizards, pushing his home country to the brink of disintegration, "He shivered and leaned on the wall to stand firm, but realized that this was probably one of the few highlight moments in his life, "As the Minister of Magic and a member of the International Confederation of Wizards, I propose to declare to the Magic Congress. ..."

He almost bit off his tongue: "Provide necessary help"