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

The Ministry of Magic would be immediately paralyzed!

Would he dare to severely condemn or even sanction any of the families?

He dare not.

His financial backers and supporters will not allow it.

All he could do was to issue some lukewarm statements that pretended to be tough, strongly condemning the violence and calling for calm, while strictly forbidding the Auror forces from directly intervening in the conflict and only allowing them to set up a perimeter to prevent the situation from escalating.

Fudge slumped back into his soft, comfortable executive chair, feeling utterly exhausted and deeply humiliated.

He now realized with absolute clarity how ephemeral and ridiculous his power was.

All he can do now seems to be wait patiently.

Let those bloodthirsty, pure-blooded men decide their own victories, bleed to the last drop of blood, and then, after everything is over, step in to clean up the mess and play the role of a compassionate leader who restores order.

This feels awful!

Just then, the heavy oak door to the office was silently pushed open, without knocking or announcing anything; it just opened abruptly.

Fudge's obese body stiffened abruptly, and anger surged up in his heart again—who dared to barge into the minister's office without prior notification?

He was about to explode, but the moment he saw who it was, all his anger was like being doused with ice water, choking him in his throat and turning into a gasp of surprise and uncertainty.

Lucius Malfoy!

He stood there at the door, as always wearing an expensive dark green robe, his long silver hair neatly tied back, and the snake-headed cane in his hand gleaming with a cold light.

His face seemed paler than usual, but there was no panic or fear in his gray eyes. Instead, there was an almost cruel calmness and a hint of condescending scrutiny.

He had just emerged from the eye of a bloody storm, still seemingly carrying the scent of gunpowder and death, yet he swaggered into the heart of the Ministry of Magic—the Minister's office—without hindrance.

"Fuji".

Lucius's voice was steady, with the drawn-out, languid tone characteristic of pure-blood nobles. He didn't even use honorifics: "You seem to be quite troubled right now, don't you?"

Upon hearing Lucius's words, Fudge Cornelius's face instantly darkened. The anger that had been forcibly suppressed, mixed with fear and humiliation, suddenly erupted again.

It's more than just distress.

Fudge Connery now wishes he could kill all those pure-blood families who stirred up trouble!

Especially the culprit right in front of us—Lucius Malfoy!

This is the man who first launched a swift and decisive attack on seven families, and then, when besieged, used some terrifying black magic to kill all the attackers. Now he is aggressively preparing for the next round of cleanup!

If it weren't for the war started by Lucius Malfoy, none of this would have happened!

How could his ministerial position be so precarious?

How could he be so overwhelmed and humiliated!

"Malfoy!"

Fudge stood up abruptly, his finger trembling as he pointed at Lucius, his voice shrill with extreme anger.

"You actually dare to come here? Do you know what you've done? You've wrecked the sky! You must stop your insane behavior immediately, or else..."

"Otherwise, what then, Minister?"

Lu Xiuyi interrupted him, slowly pacing forward, his snake-headed cane tapping on the polished floor with a crisp, rhythmic sound, each tap seeming to strike Fudge's taut nerves.

"Otherwise, are you going to send Aurors to arrest me?"

His tone was clearly sarcastic, and his gray eyes stared coldly at Fudge, as if he were looking at a clown.

Fudge's face turned deathly pale instantly.

Lucius's words were like a cold dagger, piercing precisely into his deepest fear—his fear of getting involved in any large-scale conflict related to dark magic, and his fear of facing again those dark forces that he could not understand or control.

Moreover, Lucius possesses too many secrets about him and about the Ministry of Magic's many shady dealings.

"What exactly do you want, Lucius?"

Fudge's momentum completely collapsed. He slumped back into his chair, his voice becoming hoarse and weak, even carrying a hint of pleading.

"Stop it, let's not escalate this further..."

Lucius walked to the desk, looked down at the distraught minister, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

“Stop? No, dear Connelly.”

"This is just the beginning, and I'm not here to ask for your opinion, but to inform you what the Ministry of Magic should do next."

348 The End of the Killing

Dark clouds loomed over the entire British magical world.

The once bustling Diagon Alley is now deserted, with every shop closing its doors early, fearing the impact of the impending storm.

Hogsmeade Village was like a ghost town; the Three Broomsticks pub was no longer filled with cheerful laughter, only hushed, fearful whispers.

Even the area around Hogwarts Castle seemed to have been reinforced with security, and an uneasy tension filled the air.

The massacre continues.

This is no longer just a feud and infighting between pure-blood families, but has evolved into a one-sided, ruthless purge.

Whether the initial motivation was an absolute order from Genichi Hanyu, Lucius Malfoy's personal ambition to eliminate dissidents and expand the Malfoy family's power, or both—the result is that this storm has become so fierce that it has affected every corner of the British magical world, and no one can remain uninvolved.

Every day, The Daily Prophet is forced to publish new obituaries, or more commonly, missing persons notices.

An important member of a pure-blooded family was found dead unexpectedly in his study, his death gruesome.

Another family was involved in a rare magical traffic accident while traveling, and their remains were never recovered.

Even smaller, pure-blooded families that had chosen the wrong side saw their entire mansions vanish overnight, leaving only traces of battle and dragging, as if swallowed by an invisible maw.

Fear, like the deadliest plague, spread throughout the pureblood community and even the entire wizarding society.

Those pure-blood families, whether or not they participated in the initial siege of the Malfoys, are now all living in fear.

They reinforced the family's defensive magic, recalled all members who were away, and sent people to patrol day and night, fearing that Lucius Malfoy might appear silently at the gates of their manor at any moment with those legendary, indestructible, painless, and green-flame-filled monsters.

The Ministry of Magic fell completely silent.

Minister Cornell Fudge seemed to have fallen seriously ill and rarely made public appearances. All inquiries about the turmoil were deflected by Deputy Minister Dolores Umbridge with her cloyingly sweet but utterly meaningless bureaucratic jargon.

The Auror Office is strictly forbidden from interfering in the internal affairs of pure-blood families; it can only conduct some trivial investigations on the fringes.

Everyone knew perfectly well that the Ministry of Magic had tacitly accepted the authority of Lucius Malfoy, or rather, the power behind him, and had chosen a shameful act of appeasement.

However, a surprising restraint emerged during this bloody purge.

Despite wielding terrifying power of life and death, Lucius Malfoy, perhaps to avoid provoking a complete backlash from the entire wizarding world, or perhaps genuinely worried that going too far would diminish his usefulness and obedient image in Genichi Hanyu's mind, did not engage in indiscriminate slaughter as he initially appeared.

He became cautious.

He carefully selected his targets.

Detailed files and intelligence were compiled into his hands. Like the most discerning executioner, he carefully distinguished which families were stubborn enemies that had to be completely eradicated, which were opportunists that could be let go temporarily, and which were even people he could take the opportunity to win over and show magnanimity to.

Ultimately, most of those whom Lucius eliminated under the guise of eliminating dissidents were inextricably linked to one thing: they had all been involved, to varying degrees, directly or indirectly, in the previous conspiracies, persecutions, or divisions against the Worley family.

This selection criterion was extremely subtle, satisfying Lucius's selfish desire to eliminate political enemies and expand his power, while also cleverly catering to Genichi Hanyu's unfathomable will.

Those families that had previously taken advantage of the Worley family's misfortune, or even tried to profit from the Worleys, are now paying a bloody price for their past actions.

Genichi Hanyu, far away in the East, learned of all this through some means.

He neither approved of Lucius's attempt to smuggle in his own agenda, nor did he express any dissatisfaction.

He merely watched the killing drama unfolding in the water mirror with indifference, as if he were watching a swarm of ants fighting a battle that had nothing to do with him.

He tacitly approved of Lucius's elimination of the Voray family's old enemies, turning a blind eye to it.

As long as the dog can still bite, and it bites the right target, the owner won't care too much if it occasionally picks out a few pieces of meat to eat.

This catastrophe, which began with death and progressed through death, continued until Cassandra Worre found Genichi Hanyu.

She had clearly heard the news from England, and her beautiful face, which always carried a hint of melancholy and aloofness, was now filled with anxiety and reluctance.

She didn't even bother with etiquette and went straight to Genichi Hanyu, who was sitting quietly in the garden.

Her gaze, however, was unusually resolute: "Stop! Enough has been done!"

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She looked at the unfathomable man before her, her eyes showing no fear.

“I know that many of them deserved it, but that’s enough.”

"Too much death only breeds more hatred and fear. I don't want the Worley family to be built on so many corpses and blood. Let this all end."

Genichi Hanyu looked at her quietly, his dark eyes unfathomable, devoid of any emotion.

He did not answer immediately, and a suffocating silence filled the air.

Cassandra nervously clenched her sleeves, but she did not back down and bravely met his gaze.

After a long while, Genichi Hanyu nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.

He didn't speak, but the wisp of deathly aura at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

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At the same time, the cold, twisted, emotionless voice echoed in Lucius Malfoy's mind again, carrying only one simple word: "Stop."

Lucius immediately felt a huge sense of relief, but also as if all his strength had been drained, and slumped into his chair.

He knew that the bloody storm he had personally orchestrated was finally over.

Only when everything settled down did people dare to cautiously begin to assess the scale of the disaster.

The results were horrifying: in a short period of time, the number of deaths among the pure-blood family and its associates had reached several hundred!

This is an extremely scary number.

Keep in mind that the total population of the entire British wizarding world is only a mere tens of thousands.

This purge was equivalent to wiping out several percent of the British wizarding world's population, especially including a large number of pure-blood elites who wielded power, knowledge, and wealth.

The power structure of the British wizarding world was completely reshaped, and the Malfoy family, with their ruthlessness and loyalty, as well as the shadow of their fearsome undead army, rose to become an unshakeable top-tier family.

Everyone knew perfectly well that behind Lucius Malfoy stood a terrifying, god-like figure from the East.

The magical world seemed to have been plunged into the depths of a cold, black lake. The surface had temporarily returned to calm, but the chilling fear that seeped into the bone, as well as the undercurrents of power reshuffling, would require a long time to digest and adapt to.

And the name of Genichi Hanyu, in a forbidden way, quietly circulated among the highest levels of the British magical community, bringing a silent chill.

349 Cassandra's Dedication

Deep within the mansion, the air was filled with the fragrance of incense, creating a tranquil atmosphere that seemed to be a completely different world from the bloody chaos outside.

Inside the exquisite bedroom, Gen Hanyu leaned against a soft tatami mat, his arms around Cassandra Wore, with whom he had just experienced an intimate and enchanting encounter.

Her long, golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, with a few strands of sweat clinging to her smooth forehead and flushed cheeks. Her azure eyes were misty with the hazy light of passion, yet also carried a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

She nestled obediently against Genichi Hanyu's chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, a contrast to her own still-rapid breathing.

Genichi Hanyu gently stroked her soft hair with his fingers, feeling the warmth and subtle trembling of the delicate body in his arms.

He lowered his head, his chin gently resting on the top of her head, and said, "Seven, five, seven," his deep voice carrying a languid hoarseness and a hint of genuine doubt.

"What, you're suddenly willing to give yourself to me?"

He asked, his tone less smug and more inquisitive.

"Haven't you always been unwilling?"

He was not a gentleman; he always lacked patience for people or things he set his sights on and was determined to have.

Cassandra's beauty, vulnerability, and unique resilience had long aroused his intense possessiveness.

He had long wanted to completely devour this girl from England, to possess her entirely, and to brand her body and soul with his own mark.

However, Cassandra always maintained a subtle distance, rejecting his attempts at further intimacy in various ways, both overtly and covertly.

Perhaps it was out of a young girl's reserve, perhaps it was her confusion about the ambiguous relationship under this powerful protection, or perhaps it was a trace of unspeakable fear.

Although Genichi Hanyu was displeased, he perhaps found it amusing or enjoyed the hunting-like process, and did not actually use force.

But this time, after he quelled the chaos in the Worre family with swift and decisive action and avenged her in a cruel way, Cassandra seemed to suddenly let down her guard and become more proactive.

She took the initiative to come to his room, to hug him, and to kiss him...

This sudden change left Genichi Hanyu, who was in control of everything, somewhat bewildered.