Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

"Bo...Bones...she, she, she...I don't know anything about what she did!"

"I know this has nothing to do with you. Just stay here and we can talk about it tomorrow." Amelia said coldly, then turned and left.

Two strikers were guarding the door, like a steel knife on his neck, making Thicknesse's heart sink to the bottom little by little, as if he was immersed in ice water.

He looked at the batsman list and restructuring plan on the table and smiled bitterly.

"The world is going to change..."

He suddenly felt that both he and the thoughtful minister were like ignorant and ridiculous clowns.

He is being played around by others without even realizing it.

“Hiss…hiss…”

The results of more than half a month's work turned into countless pieces of paper, which were scattered in the messy office as he threw them with his hands.

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The sky gradually darkened, and the conflict in the Ministry of Magic's office area did not alarm anyone.

After taking control of the situation and keeping all those working overtime in the office and not allowing them to go out, Amelia, who had freed up her hands, began the second step of her plan.

Most of the Aurors and strikers who were willing to obey her instructions were divided into several groups. Sonia's werewolf capture team also joined them, as well as the Stargazers and the Order of the Phoenix who had already received Lynn's secret orders.

Soon, a huge team of hundreds of people dispersed to various parts of Britain, and approached the family estates of pure-blood wizards without anyone noticing.

Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Carlo... these prestigious families had no room for resistance in front of the violent machine, and even a fight hardly took place.

Only a very small number of veteran Death Eaters who knew that their plan was exposed and were desperate tried to escape, but they were shot on the spot before they could even get home.

There are also Voldemort's spies such as Yaxley, Selwyn and Jugson. With Malfoy's list, they have nowhere to hide.

Axelin Blunt was also on the arrest list, and Kingsley took action personally.

Overnight, not only were all the Death Eaters in the UK wiped out, but the ones that remained were just insignificant small fry.

The underground of the Ministry of Magic and the makeshift prison that Sonia had built for the werewolf thugs were overcrowded.

Lucius and Narcissa were also among them.

In order to avoid exposing the source of intelligence, the couple and those representatives of pure-blood families who had listened to the advice and turned to the light were also temporarily detained.

After daybreak, without any trial or interrogation, those prisoners with solid evidence were directly sent to Azkaban.

The huge team made the batters who were on their last shift doubt their own eyes.

But after seeing the order signed by Amelia herself, they still faithfully performed their duties, imprisoned this unprecedented large number of prisoners in the castle, and then completed the handover and left as required by the Ministry of Magic.

The heavily guarded camp was completely abandoned, and from now on only a few people would come to deliver meals using the portkey.

Also taken away were prisoners with minor sentences.

The Dementors, who had not come into contact with so many "fresh souls" for many years, were like opening a feast. Silenced wails rose and fell, echoing in the deep prison.

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Such a large-scale arrest operation, as well as the martial law and control imposed by the Ministry of Magic, were scenes that only existed in the 1970s.

The wizarding society, which had been peaceful for many years, was suddenly thrown into shock. People were in a panic, not knowing what had happened.

But the chaos was quickly brought under control.

That morning, Minister for Magic Cornelius Fudge held a brief press conference to announce his resignation in light of the recent attacks and that Amelia Bones, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, would take over as Minister.

At the same time, an even more explosive and heavy news caused a huge sensation in the entire wizarding world -

He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has made a comeback, and many people inside and outside the Ministry of Magic have already secretly colluded with him. Thanks to the quick response of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, greater disaster and loss were avoided.

This news and Fudge's tired and embarrassed face together made up the front page of the urgently increased edition of the Daily Prophet.

Even The Quibbler, which has always liked to go against mainstream public opinion, published a special issue to report on the incident - this was almost the first time that both sides had acted in sync.

The only difference was that The Quibbler chose to use Amelia's photo on the front page - compared to Fudge, this capable director was obviously more trustworthy in appearance.

The reform that might have caused great upheaval in the whole society came to an end overnight. Although it did not cause any splash, it could at least be described as a smooth transition, especially after the former Minister Millicent Barnold also issued a statement in support of the new Ministry of Magic.

This old minister who came from the war years still has considerable influence in the wizarding community today - although Voldemort's comeback has damaged her prestige somewhat.

But in this panic-stricken moment, people are still willing to believe in a hardliner who once used an iron-fisted policy to fight the darkness, so much so that the large-scale arrest of "former Death Eaters" did not arouse much opposition.

Of course there is another reason behind this.

These former or current Death Eaters were originally the leaders and backbone of the ancient pure-blood families. Without them, the seemingly powerful families would be like having their backbones broken.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon, Azkaban.

Hundreds of dark shadows of varying sizes could be vaguely seen on the rough sea. They were the well-fed Dementors.

Now is the hottest and sunniest time of the day, and they are ready to have a good rest.

Without the constraints of the batters and with such a large amount of fresh "food", this is the life I have always dreamed of.

What they didn't notice was that three figures quietly appeared on the island, hiding from the invincible emotional perception.

It was Lynn, Grindelwald and Dumbledore.

They hid their bodies and sneaked silently into the prison which was once heavily guarded but now almost unguarded.

Here, they saw Death Eaters and traitors who were tortured terribly by Dementors in just one afternoon.

There is also another group of crazy Death Eaters who have been imprisoned here for more than ten years.

From the very beginning, Lynn had no intention of giving any chance to these wizard scum who might gather under Voldemort at any time.

Forbearance, waiting, planning, including letting Fudge and his corrupt subordinates act cleverly, were all for this day.

Chapter 545 Killing is a Tool (Part )

In the crowded and dirty cells, the captured Death Eaters huddled on the ground, unable to move due to weakness and fear - this was the path that all prisoners entering Azkaban had to take.

The magic of the Dementors works directly on the mind, and aside from the Patronus Charm, there is little that can be done to resist them.

But now they have no wands and are crowded together in a mess, attracting a large number of Dementors who are always half-fed. Even if there are a few people with great magical powers among them, it will be useless and they can only become lambs to be slaughtered.

These pure-blood wizards who had been pampered for many years could not bear such torture at all, and none of them even had the strength to speak.

Days like this will last for a long time.

Until they either go crazy or barely adapt to this mental torture and become the same as those "predecessors".

But there are a few exceptions, such as the hunchbacked Nott.

Amidst the silence and sobbing, his voice seemed particularly loud and powerful.

"Don't worry, guys. Even though those idiots found us out of nowhere, they made the biggest mistake!"

"The master will definitely rescue us! Those Dementors outside will submit to the master again sooner or later!"

"With them, we can escape from here and make those idiots pay the price one by one!"

He tried hard to mobilize the emotions of the people around him, and something hidden in the interlayer of his robes glowed slightly - this seemed to be a special magical item that allowed him to avoid searches and preserve his strength and positive emotions from the erosion of the Dementors.

He was responded to by weak murmurs of agreement and shrill shouts coming from deeper inside the prison.

"Well said! You wimps should have some sense! The master will come to rescue us sooner or later!" The speaker was an old Death Eater named Trevor, and someone recognized his voice.

More than a decade ago, he killed McKinnon, a veteran of the Order of the Phoenix, and was sentenced to life imprisonment, where he has been lingering on to this day.

Then there were more shouts coming from the pitch-black darkness, mostly from the most loyal Death Eaters.

All the strikers who served as prison guards had already left, and they began to act recklessly, swearing obscenities all the time.

Just as the atmosphere was getting heated, a slow and crisp applause sounded from outside the cell door.

Umbridge, who was pushed into a corner, raised her head and her whole body froze as if she had been electrocuted.

A nightmare figure appeared before my eyes.

Not one, but three.

The breath of death came to my face.

In just a few seconds, the cells holding a large number of prisoners seemed to have pressed the mute button. Even the most arrogant Nott began to tremble and subconsciously hid in the corner.

Only the Death Eaters who were confused were still chattering and shouting loudly.

"You said it very well, Nott." Lynn smiled. "After hearing what you said, I no longer have any psychological burden when I start. Thank you."

As he took a step forward, the flames spread like silk threads, starting from his toes and extending madly towards the darkness in the distance.

The slender fire snakes gathered in the pitch-black corridor where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, connected head to tail, and transformed into a bright ring of fire.

Hoarse wails and curses were heard from afar, and silence returned after a moment.

The smoke from the burning flames mixed with the smell of barbecue came from far away in a heat wave.

Almost immediately, some people began to dry heave and vomit the prison food they had eaten earlier all over the place. The pungent smell made more people's stomachs churn, forming a vicious cycle.

Even Grindelwald frowned slightly, and Dumbledore took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose.

Only Lynn remained calm and even took two steps towards the iron bars of the cell, closely observing every Death Eater and Dark Lord's spy who dared to raise their heads.

"You...you actually...ugh...even the Ministry of Magic didn't say they were going to kill us!"

A middle-aged wizard with a hunched back like Nott stuttered. Lynn looked in the direction of the voice and saw an ugly face as pale as dough and a pair of almost invisible small green eyes.

He laughed heartily. "It's Amycus Carrow. An old friend indeed—Crucio!"

The shrill wails drowned out the continuous sounds of vomiting. This Death Eater, who had escaped death by bribery in the past, was suddenly pulled into the air by Lynn's magic, screaming sharply.

His limbs also twisted rapidly under the influence of magic, forming angles that were completely impossible for ordinary people to reach. He struggled in pain, and then slammed heavily into the black rock wall, leaving a blood-red mark, and then there was no movement.

"Who else? Oh, by the way, Ms. Carlo, do you want to avenge your brother? Or find a way to call your cowardly master?" Lynn asked with interest.

Alecto Carrow didn't dare to say a word, and his nose and tears were running everywhere.

This made Lynn feel a little bored.

He simply waved his wand, and the slender-shouldered witch was blown flying toward her brother, where she fell unconscious.

"Since none of you are talking, I will speak." Lynn looked indifferently at these familiar faces who were decent people the day before but became prisoners today. "Don't think you can escape death just because you are in large numbers. I can turn those diehard scum inside into barbecue, and I can do the same to you. In my eyes, there is not much difference between you, and the Ministry of Magic won't care."

Umbridge's lips trembled slightly, and she instinctively wanted to scream, but she was frightened by the miserable state of the Carrow brothers and sisters and remained motionless.

So did most of the others.

Most of them had experienced the bloody time after the fall of Voldemort, and they still remembered the devilish cruelty hidden under Lynn's handsome smile.

More than a decade has passed, and when the fighting really starts, it's even worse than it was back then.

But they couldn't help but regret - if they had known that they would become meat on the chopping board, they would have fought to the death last night.

"You could just kill us all and see if there will be any discussion outside!"

A wizard who looked to be in his thirties could not bear the humiliation and stood up weakly, holding on to the wall while speaking.

"Don't worry, there won't be any discussion. Even the Daily Prophet will only have one piece of news - a mysterious man tried to attack Azkaban, resulting in the deaths of a large number of prisoners. It won't even cause a splash." Lynn said sarcastically.

"you--!"

The wizard wanted to speak, but suddenly covered his throat, making a "whoosh" sound, and his eyes widened.

In just a short while, his face turned purple, and he fell to the ground with foam at the mouth.

This was even more terrifying than what happened to the Carlo brothers and sisters. No one could tell how he died. It was as if his soul was directly harvested by the god of death.

Fear can make people crazy. With a loud shout, several crazy-looking Death Eaters stood out from the adjacent cells and blasted spells through the cracks in the doors.

However, Lynn just stood there as if nothing had happened.

Behind him, Grindelwald cast a protective spell, absorbing all the magic without causing any ripples.

The blue-white fire flowed under his feet and disappeared into the ground made of huge stones. It seemed to appear out of thin air and turned the desperate Death Eaters into ashes.

"Anyone else want to try it?"

This time no one dared to speak or stand up.

Ignoring the vomit and dirt on the ground, they all lay there obediently, like a group of old dogs with broken spines.

He killed one-tenth of the people present over a disagreement. No one dared to disobey such an evil star.