Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

Lin En then showed a satisfied expression and said softly, "If anyone wants to try, I welcome them at any time, but I want to announce a good news first. You don't have to die."

"I can keep as many or as few of you as bait, or even send you back to the Ministry's cells - but that depends on whether you are useful or not."

"If you want to live, tell me everything you know about Voldemort."

"I can swear to spare his life if it helps."

"I'll give you three minutes. If you want to talk, stand up and follow us."

Chapter 546 Killing is a Tool (Part )

"I said!"

Under the weight of death and the fear brought by the environment, someone soon became the first to stand up and could no longer bear it.

It's Umbridge.

She was still wearing the pink robes she had been arrested in, but there was little evidence of their original color, and they were as dirty as a Dark wizard waiting to rot in Knockturn Alley.

She got up from the ground tremblingly, trying to force out a flattering smile, her eyes full of regret and unwillingness, but more of it was fear - not just towards Lin En, but more than that.

Dumbledore saw this and said calmly: "I know you may have made a vow, or there may be other restrictions, but we have a way to break it."

As he spoke, he raised the Elder Wand and tapped it gently, sweeping away the dirt and filth on Umbridge's body, and the tightly closed cell door slowly opened.

Some people tried to stop her but were unable to move, while others looked at her with both expectation and trepidation.

A faint white light enveloped her body, and wisps of black mist emanated from her body, which looked like both magic and some kind of plankton - this was also an old friend.

The fear in Umbridge's eyes gradually faded, and the joy of escaping death was all over her face.

"The person who is looking for me is——"

"Don't talk about it here. You can go outside with Headmaster Dumbledore." Lynn interrupted her calmly, "For anyone who wants to survive, this is your last chance."

One after another, the disheveled figures stood up from the crowd crawling on the ground.

Regardless of whether they were the Death Eaters who were afraid of death back then, or those wizards who have fallen into depravity in recent years for various reasons, they are not Voldemort's diehard fans, and they will never seek death on their own initiative as long as there is a way to survive.

With Umbridge's demonstration and the pressure from Lynn and Grindelwald, Dumbledore naturally became the only ray of hope.

Fully one-third of the people stood up. Even Nott, who had shouted the loudest at the beginning, quietly mixed in with them, hiding his hunched back among the crowd.

Of course Lin En would notice it, but he didn't say much, just gave Dumbledore a wink.

Dumbledore cleared out these people and took them to the interrogation room that was originally set up in this prison castle.

The sparse team slowly walked away, and Lynn's gaze was fixed on the majority of Death Eaters who had not yet stood up.

"I know there are tough guys among you, and some are scapegoats who came here without knowing anything, but since you are so stubborn, it seems that there is no need for me to distinguish them."

He said indifferently, "Haven't you been hoping to weaken the defenses here, and then create an opportunity for your master to rescue people, and then ask him for credit? But you probably forgot that if he can come here to rescue people, we can also come here to kill people in advance. Dumbledore couldn't bear it, but I have never had such concerns, and I even think it's too little."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, soon disappearing at the end of the dark and narrow corridor.

Grindelwald stood alone in front of these speechless Death Eaters, looking them up and down thoughtfully.

After a while, he seemed to have found an interesting toy and said with a smile: "How should I deal with you? Using the Imperius Curse one by one is a bit boring. I thought about it for a long time and finally found a suitable method."

"Teng"

With a slight sound, the blue-white flame spread outward from his feet, and soon formed a fire circle of moderate size. The scorching heat made the Death Eaters crowded against the fence feel miserable, but they dared not retreat.

"More than sixty years ago, I used this method to subdue many Aurors who were chasing me around. Twenty years ago, your master also used a similar method to deal with the Order of the Phoenix. Now, please experience it as well. It's time to make a choice."

The polite old man bowed slightly and said, "If you want to live, swear allegiance to me and stay where you are. This flame can't hurt you. If you don't want to... then go and keep company with those idiots who overestimated their own abilities."

As he spoke, the pure and evil flame slowly expanded, and in the blink of an eye it spread to the cell.

Death is approaching step by step, and the desire to survive is struggling and agitating wildly in the hearts of these prisoners.

The firelight illuminated Grindelwald's face, and also illuminated their deepest fears - this was a demon who was no less powerful than their master.

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Temporary prison on the tenth floor underground of the Ministry of Magic.

"Bring out Malfoy."

In the eerie cell, the Malfoys, who had been silent since they entered, stood up when they heard the sound, their eyes filled with genuine fear.

"What are you going to do to us?" Lucius' voice trembled slightly. "This is illegal detention! The Ministry of Magic has no right to treat us like this!"

"Maybe not before, but now." The official who came to read the order stood outside the cell, his tone cold, "According to the decree issued by Minister Bones, the Eleventh Amendment will be restored from today, allowing all means of arrest and interrogation to be used against all Death Eaters and wizards found to be colluding with Death Eaters. Take them both away!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Malfoy couple immediately became like frost-bitten eggplants and were carried away by several attackers.

These twenty or thirty people who had always followed Lucius' lead were already worried, and now it was like they had been hit by a blow. They looked at each other, and no one knew what to do.

Just as they were looking at each other, the Malfoys who left the dungeon did not seem to be in a panic. The strikers who were holding them were much gentler and escorted the couple to Amelia's office.

"Connelly will need some time to pack his personal belongings. I'm used to working here, so I'll have to ask you to stay with me for a while."

Amelia, who became the minister, was no different from usual, except that she spoke more calmly.

She personally stepped forward to uncuff the two men, returned the wands that the Aurors had confiscated earlier, and placed hot tea of ​​the right temperature on the table.

The faint fragrance made the Malfoy couple, who had spent a night in the cell with everyone, feel a little relaxed and relieved.

"You are too polite, Minister. It is our honor to cooperate with your actions. How can we feel wronged? I will feel relieved as long as nothing goes wrong." Lucius said respectfully. He and his wife sat down one after another, feeling relieved.

"It's going well. The scum on your list with blood on their hands have gone to Azkaban. Lynn and Albus will take care of them without any problems."

Amelia was very satisfied with his tact and said softly, "Now please help me identify the situation of these people in the department. I need you to stay in there for a while and observe for us."

"That is my job, but Narcissa..." Lucius stopped mid-sentence and observed Amelia.

"She will be cleared of suspicion and released home," Amelia said. "Our Aurors will escort her."

"That's not good, Minister." Unexpectedly, Lucius refused without hesitation. "That person will soon know what happened here. He will definitely find someone to learn the details. If she goes out, it will be troublesome."

"Then what do you mean?"

"Do it this way." Lucius took out a note from his arms and handed it over.

"...You've thought it through very carefully. Let's do this." Seeing the above content, Amelia praised, "Now help me check the list to see if there are any changes - you know the mysterious man's style of doing things, so don't be careless with anyone."

"Of course I understand, Minister. They will also fully obey your arrangements until the matter is over."

Chapter 547: Decent and Indecent

Lucius left quickly and came back quickly, but his wife was missing and his face looked particularly haggard.

The friends in the cell were afraid of the intimidation from the strikers and dared not speak until they left with another person. Then they gathered around and started talking to each other about his condition.

Of course, in name only, they were concerned, but in reality, except for Crabbe and Goyle, who had the closest relationship with them, they were all taking the opportunity to test the others, fearing that the person who knew the most secrets would not be able to handle it.

It's not that no one suspected that he had betrayed everyone - such a large-scale arrest almost wiped out all the Death Eaters still in the UK, so there must be something strange.

But looking at his miserable appearance now, even if someone had doubts, they couldn't find any fault and could only make indirect guesses.

Lucius's tone was weak and filled with resentment: "These guys actually dared to use Veritaserum! Fortunately, I was prepared and kept my brain closed, so I didn't fall for their trick. But Narcissa..." He closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear to say anything more.

"What's wrong with Narcissa?" Crabbe asked.

"She was held in solitary confinement, and they said she was going to be interrogated about her sister. I've known for a long time that these people are Eric's diehards. They are definitely seeking revenge for him!" Lucius shouted angrily, with veins bulging on his forehead.

Seeing this, the pure-blood wizards who had been wary of him finally let down their guard, and some even felt a sense of grief for the loss of their loved ones. They gathered in groups of three or four and whispered to each other.

And even as they were all anxious, Lucius' eyes were already paying attention to everyone like a hawk - including Crabbe and Goyle who were comforting him.

As one of the people who had dealt with Voldemort the most, he understood this devil better than Amelia, and he never let down his guard from the first second the plan started.

For the sake of his son who has returned to Hogwarts and his wife who is being secretly protected, he must make sure everything goes perfectly.

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On the first basement floor, the minister’s office.

Without the usual crowds of followers, and without the attentive service of fawning people like Umbridge, Fudge now changed into the simplest black robe and sat in his seat.

He had come to this office five summers ago, having achieved the position of power he had dreamed of all his life.

The moment of exit is painful.

Looking back on the journey he had taken, he felt like he was walking on thin ice, but in the end he still stepped on empty air.

Life is like a pyramid. Only those with real broad minds can stand longer at the top of the pyramid surrounded by dangers.

After thinking for a long time, he took out his things one by one with trembling hands and put them into a tattered suitcase.

He bought it with his first month's salary when he just graduated from Hogwarts and came to work at the Ministry of Magic.

After decades of ups and downs, he rose from an unknown person to the powerful Minister of Magic, and then to his current sad retirement.

The people around me have changed countless times, and only this old suitcase is left.

He had a lot of things, but not much to pack up. He was busy and unsteadily when there was a knock on the door.

Fudge was like a sick lion who was discovered while licking his wounds. He shouted angrily, "Are you so impatient for me to leave? Wait outside and let Bones chase me away!"

"No one wants to drive you away, Fudge. I will not open this office of yours again until the You-Know-Who is eliminated."

Amelia's voice came from behind, causing the angry Fudge to freeze in place.

After a long moment, he straightened up and turned around, seeing Amelia already sitting on the messy sofa.

"Then what are you doing here? To demonstrate to me?" he asked hoarsely. "If that's the case, then you've succeeded. You've arrested all my people, and I'm the only one left. You could have arrested me too."

"You are wrong, Fudge. I didn't catch most of the so-called 'your people'. They have returned to their posts now. Only those who have really committed crimes are in Azkaban. It's just that they didn't come to find you." Amelia said calmly.

The truth is often more destructive than the harshest attack, and Fudge's held-up dignity collapsed in an instant.

He sat down on the ground dejectedly, not knowing whether to cry or laugh, his face flickering.

"Yeah, they just didn't come to me. After all, I'm no longer of any use to you." He smiled self-deprecatingly, the bitterness evident in his words, "A loser loses everything."

"That's not entirely true." Before leaving, Amelia spoke the truth to the former Minister whom she despised, "When you were in the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters, you still had a lot of friends, but you prefer the people you have now. Subordinates and friends who were gained through profit will of course leave you because of profit."

"I—you're right. I have changed, but they may not." Fudge wanted to argue but found that he had no words to say. He could only struggle to get up from the ground and stuff the few remaining personal belongings into the box. "I can't blame anyone for coming to this point."

He picked up the box and prepared to leave.

Amelia blocked the door.

"Any thing else?"

"There is one thing indeed." Amelia took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to him. "An old friend wants to invite you to be his guest."

"this……!"

When Fudge saw the name on the envelope, he felt mixed emotions and his hands unconsciously exerted force, wrinkling it.

Amelia gave him a long look and moved aside the door.

Fudge stood there in a daze for a while.

"...I will keep the appointment."

After saying that, he walked out with heavy steps, leaving behind an empty and messy office.

Cornelius Fudge's career as Minister of Magic came to an end, leaving his successor with a similarly complicated wizarding society.

Amelia watched him disappear at the end of the corridor, and said to Percy behind her, "This office will be sealed as it is, and we will continue to work on the second floor." After a slight pause, her tone softened, "I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to work overtime with me again today."

"It's my pleasure, Minister," Percy said, unable to hide his excitement.

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Deep in the North Sea, Azkaban.

The Dementors, well-fed and rested, returned to their lair.

Being very sensitive to emotions, they noticed something unusual - compared to the feast in the morning, the amount of food in the cell was reduced by half.

The great anger made them rush into the prison, but they were hit hard.

The huge guardian god came charging at them without warning, and in just one encounter, nearly 30% of the huge tribe was gone, with broken and tattered pieces of cloth scattered all over the ground, and silent screams as if the end of the world was approaching.

Without any hesitation, the surviving Dementors fled in all directions and hid in the vast waves of the North Sea.