I'm in a crossover anime world, and I've been transported to Hogwarts twice.

The ancient magical defense array that the Burstrode family was so proud of was destroyed from within, and the invaders entered as if they had no one there.

The Travers family was devoured in their sleep by a magical poison that spread silently.

A small gathering being held by the Carol siblings turned into a death feast when a pack of berserk werewolves driven by dark magic stormed into the venue.

The Selwyn family's vault and family magic laboratory were simultaneously subjected to violent explosions, destroying the family's economic lifeline and magical research capabilities in one fell swoop.

Each attack was meticulously planned, making full use of intelligence advantages and surprise, with a clear objective—to exterminate enemy forces.

Relying on the suddenness of this devastating attack, Lucius did indeed manage to destroy, or rather severely damage, the core strength of these seven pure-blood families.

When the news spread, the pure-blood circle of the British wizarding world was plunged into unprecedented shock and panic.

However, the consequences immediately became extremely serious.

No matter how secretive the Malfoy family's actions are, they can't possibly leave no trace.

The survivors quickly recovered from their shock, and their fear rapidly transformed into overwhelming rage.

They could easily deduce who was behind the attack by observing the method of the attack, the unique black magic artifacts used, and the sudden break in the chain of interests.

Lucius Malfoy!

He actually attacked his own people!

For what?

The remaining forces quickly rallied together, and together with other pure-blood families who were not included in the first wave of the list but felt threatened and were sharing a sense of shared fate, they began to put pressure on the Malfoy family.

The Daily Prophet began publishing veiled accusations against Lucius, bringing up his past as a Death Eater.

Within the Ministry of Magic, officials who had previously been on good terms with the Malfoy family began to avoid them, and some powerful departments suddenly began to conduct compliance reviews of the Malfoy family's businesses.

In Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley, the Malfoy family's business partners terminated contracts one after another, suppliers stopped supplying goods, and silent protesters began to appear in front of their shops.

This is no longer a covert contest, but a blatant, all-encompassing encirclement.

Their goal was crystal clear: to take this opportunity to uproot this traitorous family that had betrayed the honor of purebloods and had clearly exposed its weakness, and to divide up the enormous wealth and magical secrets that the Malfoy family had accumulated over the centuries!

Malfoy Estate seemed to have become an isolated island, surrounded by turbulent, malevolent seas.

Lucius stood by the study window, gazing at the seemingly tranquil estate outside, his face so gloomy it could drip water.

The snake-headed cane he gripped tightly in his hand seemed to offer him no warmth or sense of security whatsoever.

He gambled with the fate of his entire family and the foundation of his clan, temporarily satisfying Genichi Hanyu's demands, but dragging himself into another seemingly hopeless abyss.

He knew that the war had only just begun.

And perhaps all he could rely on was the unpredictable Genichi Hanyu, offering only a tiny, or perhaps nonexistent, form of protection.

346 Lucius's Relief

Deep within the ancient mansion, a wisp of decaying, otherworldly aura lingered around Genichi Hanyu's fingertips.

The water mirror in front of him reflected the bloody and chaotic siege battle outside Malfoy Manor.

Like a trapped gambler, Lucius Malfoy, after betting everything he had, temporarily broke through the encirclement, but attracted more and fiercer wolves.

A cold, emotionless smile curved at the corner of Genichi Hanyu's lips.

Although he had many complaints about Lucius, the pure-blood wizard, being indecisive and hesitant, his efficiency was far less than that of being decisive and efficient.

However, it must be said that Lucius's performance this time was passable.

The list was detailed enough, and his actions were decisive and ruthless enough. Although he left loose ends and caused even greater trouble, this precisely proved the energy he unleashed when he was driven to the brink, and that he was indeed afraid.

Fear is the most effective rein.

"A dog that has angered the public is still my dog ​​after all."

Genichi Hanyu muttered to himself, as if stating a simple fact.

"Even when beating a dog, one should consider its owner. How much more so when someone wants to kill my dog ​​and take over its den?"

Therefore, Genichi Hanyu would not stand idly by and watch his tool, which he had just proven to have some value, be destroyed.

He's out!

No, to be precise, Genichi Hanyu did not set foot there himself; he did not even raise a finger to cast any offensive magic.

That would be too much trouble for him, and too easy for those who provoked him.

He simply sat there quietly, yet his thoughts connected with a supreme, cold, and desolate realm.

He wielded the power that originated from Death, yet which he controlled in his own unique way.

A chill that transcended the mortal world permeated the air, and the scene in the water mirror was slightly distorted, as if veiled by a thin layer of gauze from the underworld.

He did not create new death, but rather desecrated the existing peace.

Outside Malfoy Manor, the still-warm corpses of the wizards from the seven pure-blood families who had just died in the raid commanded by Lucius suddenly stirred.

No, it's not just that it moved.

The limbs and severed parts blasted apart by the Shattering Curse began to reassemble on their own. The faces, corroded beyond recognition by the poisonous curse, regained their eerie green soul flames. Beneath the chest torn apart by magic, the heart no longer beat, but instead emitted an even more chilling wave of negative energy.

Genichi Hanyu, using the power of the Grim Reaper, easily reversed the boundary between life and death, forcibly dragging back the souls that should have died completely and were waiting for judgment in the realm of death into their broken bodies.

Or to put it more precisely, he turned them into undead puppets, filled with resentment and the power of death, who were absolutely under his control!

"Ughhhhhh!"

"No! What is this?!"

"Merlin! John! You...you weren't already..."

The allied forces besieging Malfoy Manor were instantly thrown into utter chaos.

To their horror, they saw the corpses of their enemies, whom they had just trampled underfoot, now staggering to their feet, their eyes burning with hateful green fire. Some even grasped their wands again, while others used their twisted limbs as weapons, unleashing silent roars and launching indiscriminate, ferocious attacks on their former companions and people!

The magical light shone again, but its colors became eerie and sinister.

Green killing spells shot from the undead's hands, carrying an even more chilling aura; red stun spells dimmed, yet upon hitting their targets, they seemed to directly drain life force; black magic was even more powerful, as if blessed by death itself.

This sudden, backstabbing attack completely shattered the Allied forces' formation and morale.

They not only had to deal with the remaining resistance forces inside Malfoy Manor, but also these undead creatures that were indestructible, impervious to pain, and even able to use the magic they possessed in life!

The battle turned into a one-sided massacre, only the targets of the massacre were instantly reversed.

Standing atop the watchtower of the manor's main residence, Lucius Malfoy could clearly see this hellish scene through the ripples of the magical shield.

He watched as those he had personally ordered to be killed were now resurrected in this horrific form, reaping the lives of the besiegers with even greater efficiency.

A chill, a thousand times colder than any freezing spell he knew, instantly surged from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, as if throwing him into the deepest part of the Arctic Ocean, making even his soul tremble.

This is not magic!

This is the realm of the gods!

It is a forbidden force that plays with life and death!

He felt ice-cold all over, his hands and feet were numb, and his stomach was churning. Once again, he realized with absolute clarity that the power possessed by Genichi Hanyu was simply not on the same level as them, these wizards.

It was a powerful force that they could not understand, could not resist, and could not even imagine.

At the same time, he was secretly relieved, extremely relieved despite the lingering fear.

I'm so glad I made the right choice at the last moment. I'm so glad I didn't do anything foolish, try to cheat or rebel because of that ridiculous sense of pure-blood honor or wishful thinking.

"Thank goodness... thank goodness I followed the right person..."

He muttered to himself, his voice dry and trembling.

"Otherwise, I would most likely end up like those wizards outside being slaughtered by those things, not even finding peace in death, becoming their puppets to be manipulated..."

This realization solidified his loyalty more effectively than any heart-crushing curse.

Soon, the screams, explosions, and pleas for mercy outside the manor gradually subsided, eventually fading into a deathly silence. A silence more unsettling than any clamor.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating a scene of devastation on the battlefield and the shadowy figures of the dead standing within it. They stood motionless, as if awaiting the next command.

Genichi Hanyu didn't even appear from beginning to end!

He didn't even reveal the slightest trace of his existence; he simply and effortlessly annihilated a formidable coalition of several pure-blood families in this unbelievable way.

Just then, a figure pierced through the protective magic of Malfoy Manor and appeared silently in front of Lucius.

It was one of the undead, bearing fatal wounds and dried blood, with green flames burning calmly in its eye sockets.

It opened its mouth, emitting a distorted, eerie sound that seemed to be a mixture of countless dying wails, yet it clearly conveyed a cold command: "Attack, all, kill."

The command was simple, direct, and ruthless, carrying an unquestionable tone.

This clearly reflects Genichi Hanyu's will—to eliminate all potential enemies, leave no survivors, and expand the spoils of war.

Lucius's heart clenched, and a tremendous fear gripped him instantly.

He had no doubt that if he showed even the slightest hesitation or resistance, the undead before him would not hesitate to turn him into one of them.

"understand!"

(Dede Zhao) Lucius answered almost reflexively, his voice trembling with nervousness, but he forced himself to stand up straight and speak as firmly and obediently as possible.

"I will immediately organize my men to cooperate with your operation and wipe out all enemy strongholds!"

He dared not delay for a moment, fearing that the death knives would fall on his and his family's heads at any moment.

What he needs to do now is to hold on tightly to this only straw, even if it means climbing over the corpses of more pure-blooded compatriots, or more accurately, just to survive.

The undead's burning eye sockets stared at him for a moment, as if confirming his obedience, before slowly and silently drifting back, merging back into the desolate battlefield outside.

Lucius took a deep breath of the cold, blood-soaked air, turned, and strode quickly down the watchtower.

He knew that an even bloodier night was just beginning.

Lucius Malfoy must become the sharpest blade in Genichi Hanyu's hand to secure a glimmer of hope for the Malfoy family in the face of this being who rules over death.

347 Fudge Connery's Fury

Ministry of Magic.

Even though it was buried deep underground, the tension and anger that permeated the minister's office almost solidified, scorching and curling the ornate gilded wallpaper.

The thick, expensive mahogany desk was slammed down with a loud thud, each heavy blow causing the exquisite silver ink bottles and the mountain of official documents on its surface to tremble in fear.

"Lawless! Absolutely lawless!"

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge was furious, his face flushed and beads of greasy sweat beading on his forehead. He waved his short arms and roared at his only subordinate in the office, even though he knew it was pointless.

"Do they even respect the Ministry of Magic? Do they even respect the law? Overnight, seven pure-blood families were almost wiped out, and now there's infighting and large-scale wizarding battles right on British soil!"

"What do they consider the International Secrecy Law to be? Just a piece of waste paper?"

Those pure-blood families at least maintained a superficial respect for him as minister on a daily basis, greeting him with smiles at various banquets and donation ceremonies.

But when it comes to their own interests and grudges, they start large-scale fighting without saying a word, turning the entire wizarding society upside down!

How can he, as Minister of Magic, save face?

Although The Daily Prophet has been temporarily suppressed, the rumors and doubts have spread like a plague within the ministry.

The old fogies in Wisconsin looked at him with undisguised mockery! 610

Fudge felt that his authority was being challenged and disrespected like never before.

As Minister of Magic, Fudge Cornelius is largely to blame for this situation.

The public and the international magical community will only criticize him for poor leadership and weak control.

Unfortunately, after his outburst of rage, a profound sense of powerlessness quickly gripped Fudge.

All he seems to be able to do now is rant helplessly in this soundproof office.

Because he knew better than anyone that this sudden storm involved most of the influential pure-blood families in the British magical world.

Malfoy, Parkinson, Crabbe, Gore, Selwyn, Caro, Nott, Yaxley...

The intricate network of interests behind these names forms almost the cornerstone of the Ministry of Magic's power.

Fudge, in a sense, was one of their own, placed in the position of Minister of Magic by these pure-blood families using Galleons and connections—a puppet who needed their support to maintain his position.

Could he order the arrest of Lucius Malfoy?

Even if Rufus Scrinner, the Auror's office director, were to send people, what difference would it make?

Are we going to arrest all the purebloods involved in the fighting and send them to Azkaban?