Hogwarts: I will never become the Dark Lord

"Madam, how long will it take for Mr. Ross to return?"

"It might take another hour or so. If you're not in a hurry, you can wait here for him to come back!"

"Alright then, thank you, ma'am!"

"Good boy! But you can't run around!"

……

"Lord Blackwing, you've arrived!"

Inside the Auror's office, when Jerry entered, the Apostles had already brought the situation under control. Several Aurors stood against the wall, hands raised, their faces filled with fear. A tense and ominous atmosphere permeated the air.

To Jerry's surprise, there wasn't even a trace of a fight at the scene!

"how is the situation?"

"Lord Blackwing, everything is going smoothly. Our undercover agents have already taken control of all the alarm devices. But we need to hurry!"

Jerry nodded, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room. Then he raised his ebony wand, pointed it at the subdued Aurors, and whispered the spell: "Imperio."

With a wave of the wand, the fear on the faces of the cursed Aurors vanished instantly, their eyes becoming empty and vacant.

After seeing the effect of the spell, Jerry nodded in satisfaction and commanded in a deep voice, "Take us to the Department of Mysteries."

The Aurors, controlled by the Imperius Curse, led the group through the gate like puppets, into the most secret and hidden part of the Ministry of Magic.

After successfully entering the Department of Mysteries, Jerry said, "Andre, hurry up and bring the box with the Traceless Extension Charm, and take as many items as possible from here."

“Yes, Lord Blackwing!” Andrei Albert replied excitedly.

The apostles sprang into action, their busy figures moving about in the dim light. The items were carefully removed and placed into a nearby box.

Time seemed to slow down, with each opening of the box lid accompanied by a slight creaking sound that echoed in the empty lower level.

The air was thick with tension and anticipation, and each breath was accompanied by a faint silver light that reflected on the apostles' excited yet nervous faces.

Jerry ignored them and quickly located his mission objective—Merlin's Alchemy Stone—based on the number.

The Alchemy Stone is silver-white all over, round in shape, and only the size of a ping-pong ball.

After putting Merlin's alchemy stone into his pocket, Jerry stood aside, quietly observing Andre and the other apostles' busy figures.

Before long, Andrei came running over, panting, with a hint of anxiety on his face. "Lord Blackwing, there's just too much stuff, we can't fit it all in!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry's gaze sharpened slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he decisively said, "Since there's no room, let's organize the items we've already packed and prepare to leave."

Upon hearing Jerry's order, the apostles, though unwilling, immediately sprang into action, quickly organizing the already packed items to ensure nothing was overlooked.

"Alright, everyone prepare to evacuate." Jerry gave the order, and the apostles quickly tidied up the scene and followed closely behind.

After Andre and the others left with their backup, Jerry pulled out the Elder Wand.

"Fiendfyre"

As expected of the Elder Wand, with the echo of the incantation, a violent and powerful surge of magic erupted from its tip. In an instant, the air was filled with intense heat, and a gigantic fire serpent formed in the sky, sweeping towards the vast room where the mysterious item was stored.

The raging flames reflected Jerry's cold and stern face.

How much of what they couldn't take with them will be left depends on the fate of the French Ministry of Magic!

Jerry pulled a golden Deathly Hallows-shaped badge from his pocket and threw it into the flames.

This badge was painstakingly crafted by Jerry in the alchemy lab over many days, specially made for Vincent Martin!

After finishing everything, Jerry quickly left the scene and returned to his office in the reception area. Soon after, alarms blared throughout the Ministry of Magic.

"Quickly inform the Minister, the Ministry of Magic has been invaded!"

"The Department of Mysteries has been robbed! Immediately notify Director Martin and have him bring the Aurors back to the Ministry of Magic!"

"Fierce Fire! There's Fierce Fire..."

Looking through the glass window of the reception room at the chaotic crowd outside, running and screaming, their faces filled with fear and despair, Jerry's deep, dark red eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up a little!

Chapter 79 Gift

"Farke! Farke! Farke!"

"Do you know that the French Ministry of Magic has now become a laughing stock in the wizarding world?!"

Inside the Minister of Magic's office, Victor was furious, his roars audible even downstairs.

As the French Minister of Magic, he had been preparing for the upcoming election, but today's events shattered his dream of re-election.

Now, forget about being re-elected; he'd be grateful if he wasn't ousted and nailed to the pillar of shame in the history of French magic!

"Minister, the Auror who was under control has regained consciousness. Should we bring him over now?" a Ministry of Magic staff member asked cautiously.

"Bring it here now, immediately!"

Faced with his angry boss, the employee didn't dare to delay and immediately ran out to bring the person to the office.

Before long, a listless Auror was brought in.

Tell me, what exactly happened?

"I... I don't remember very clearly. I only remember that several dark wizards rushed into the office and took us into custody."

"Fuck! You're Aurors, don't you know how to fight back?" Viktor's anger intensified at the sight of their stammering.

"us……"

Actually, we can't blame them for this, after all, the French Empire had its own unique circumstances!

"I don't want to hear any more of this nonsense. Tell me something useful!"

Viktor was so angry with the other party that he felt dizzy and plopped down in a chair.

"I... I only remember that their leader was called Blackwing, and that's all I know. Minister, they used a Soul-Stealing Curse to control us..."

Seeing that the other party still wanted to defend himself, Viktor waved his hand and had someone take him out; he had no interest in listening to any of it.

"Call Baptiste to my office. And Vincent Martin? Hasn't that idiot arrived yet?"

"Minister, are you looking for me?"

Not long after, Baptiste, having received the order, arrived at the Minister's office. Although the Ministry of Magic had been attacked, he wasn't sad at all; in fact, he was almost gloating—no, he nearly burst out laughing.

Merlin, please bless me! Merlin, please bless me!

The Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is about to retire, and Baptiste, the head of the Office Against the Abuse of Magic, has long coveted the position. Vincent Martin is his greatest rival, and now that he's embroiled in this incident, he'll be in serious trouble, if not dead.

What's your opinion on what happened today?

Upon hearing the minister's words, Baptiste immediately understood what his minister meant. "Minister, this is all Vincent Martin's fault. If he hadn't transferred the Aurors, none of this would have happened. So he has to take full responsibility!"

“But Investigator Vincent told me beforehand that I had agreed to it.” Victor looked like he was deeply concerned about the country and its people, filled with sorrow and grief. “As the minister, I also bear some responsibility!”

"Minister, this is all because you were worried about the safety of your subordinates and listened to Vincent's slander!"

"Oh! Really? Tell me more!"

Seeing that Victor looked like he wanted to shirk responsibility, Baptiste was secretly delighted.

"Minister, the other side took advantage of Vincent's fear of death, so they impersonated members of the Sorcerer Party to attack him, which left the Ministry of Magic vulnerable and gave them an opportunity to take advantage of the situation! Moreover, they waited until you were not around to make their move. What does that mean? It means that they are clearly afraid of your presence!"

"If you had been at the Ministry of Magic at the time, this would never have happened!"

Victor: Wow! You're a real talent!

"Minister, Vincent Martin has arrived and he wants to see you!"

"I don't want to see him. Send him to the Department of Mysteries. Baptiste, this matter is yours. You should understand what I mean!"

"Don't worry, Minister!"

Baptiste patted his chest and assured Victor.

……

Inside the Department of Mysteries, the once luxurious decor was completely unrecognizable; ravaged by the Fiendfire, the surroundings were charred black. The stored items were even worse; despite the Ministry of Magic sending so many people to search, not a single item had been found intact.

After being turned away in the minister's office, Vincent realized that something was wrong; that old bastard Victor was definitely going to use him as a scapegoat.

Although the fact is that I transferred the people, it was with your consent, Victor. Putting aside the facts, are you, Victor, and everyone else in the Ministry of Magic without fault?

"Hey! Isn't this Director Vincent Martin? What brings you here in person? Aren't you afraid of being attacked?"

As soon as Baptiste entered, he saw that the other person's face was as black as the surrounding charcoal, and he couldn't help but come up and make a few sarcastic remarks.

"Gentlemen, we've made a new discovery!"

Just as Baptiste was about to seize the opportunity to mock Vincent again, an investigator walked over with a medal in hand.

This is the Deathly Hallows medal that Jerry deliberately left behind before he left.

Baptiste took it and examined it carefully.

"Look, Vincent, how well-prepared they are! The medal even has an inscription against Fiery War. By the way, you don't still think it was the Malashi Party's doing, do you?"

"Shut up, Baptiste!"

Vincent angrily stopped him, saying that it was bad enough to be played by others, but now he had to endure Baptiste's sarcastic remarks.

"Don't be angry, let me show you the medal. After all, it's the symbol of your old employer. Take it back and cherish it!"

After saying that, he tossed the medal to Vincent.

To everyone's surprise, the medal that had just been in Baptiste's hands was no different from an ordinary metal medal. However, once it was in Vincent's hands, the medal began to shake violently.

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Immediately afterwards, everyone heard a "whoosh" sound, and the medal, along with Vincent, disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Special door key! Quick, find someone!" At this moment, Baptiste, who had been gloating, also panicked and shouted loudly to the people around him before turning and running towards the minister's office.

……

In the empty alchemy room of Ster Manor, a figure suddenly appeared.

"Where...where am I?" Vincent looked around in a panic, and seeing the alchemical artifacts around him, he immediately realized how he had ended up here. He then turned around in a panic and tried to run out the door.

In a dark corner unnoticed by anyone, Jerry held a charged stun gun and aimed it at Vincent Martin's back.