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"To Mr. Connelly—"

A pair of rough hands reached out and interrupted the creature who was pretending to be a girl by pinching his throat.

She was pulled up from the floor, her feet dangling in the air.

Imhotep pulled her closer with one arm, face to face, staring at the gradually reddening face with his two eyes - fear spread across the skin, like dense, dark purple tendrils invisible to mortals.

"I like to see the fragility of human beings when they are on the verge of death..."

Imhotep smiled very gentlemanly: "Now, tell me where your minister is, wizard."

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Cornelius Oswald Fudge grew up in a wizarding family. If he were to judge for himself, he would have been a natural politician: from an early age.

He knew it from the moment he traded a jar of sprouted goat milk candy and a child of the same size for a precious wizard stamp that his father loved.

He is keen on valuable things and is good at using his clever mouth to persuade stupid guys: let them wait for orders and take himself as the leader. Use power and gold to control thinking, and then in turn, spread and manipulate thinking to gain power for himself.

He was born with this ability and he was born to sit in this position.

thought Cornelius Fudge.

The same is true for politicians in the Muggle world, or even worse. What is the difference between people in the end? At best, wizards are nobler, more powerful, more conservative, and live longer than Muggles - ultimately pointing to the conclusion:

A little more advanced.

Only.

A stocky little middle-aged man with short grey curly hair, a pinstriped suit and a red tie sat in a wide chair in his huge office.

On the table hung a quill, an open can of ink, and a glass of red currant liqueur that had been taken two sips.

The decoration and color tone of the entire office are angular and full of power - which can make people who stay in it all year round feel an extremely strong sense of power and control.

This is what he needs too.

Knock knock—knock.

There was a knock on the door.

This time?

Cornelius Fudge shook his wrist, slowly took out his pocket watch and took a look - he knew the time, he just wanted to delay a little longer.

This is the minister's office. How can he show his authority if he doesn't let you wait at the door for a while? How can he show his difference from this group of low-level wizards?

knock knock.

"I guess it's those troublesome Aurors again..."

The middle-aged man leisurely picked up the wine glass and sipped it.

knock knock knock.

The voice became more and more urgent.

"Ahem." He straightened his clothes and tie: "Come in."

Chapter 87 Cornelius Fudge

Dolores Umbridge floated in.

A huge, dark-skinned man carried her into the house easily, like a disobedient dog.

Minister's office.

Cornelius Fudge was stunned for a few seconds.

Feel sorry…

This is, this is the Ministry of Magic, right?

Madam Umbridge...

"Minister! He is an intruder! A dark wizard!" Even at this critical moment, the woman still did not give up and used her 'girlish voice'.

The shrill, high-frequency screams of a delicate person and the drowning-like struggle of limbs.

"Cornelly Fudge?"

The tall figure walked in, and the minister finally saw the person's face clearly: light brown skin, high eyebrows and deep eyes, no hair, and a sturdy build.

At least...powerful.

"who are you?"

Cornelius Fudge sat up straight with caution, his right hand on the table pointing, while his left hand secretly went into the drawer - out of sight, he opened it, and pulled out his wand from the black velvet blanket.

"How did you get in? Which organization do you belong to?"

Fortunately, the old minister had worked in the Department of Magical Accidents for a period of time when he was young. Even if he couldn't react as quickly as a truly elite Auror to this kind of emergency, he could at least protect himself.

He got the wand.

"Tell me what you want. Who do you want me to release? Or, Garlon?"

Cornelius Fudge kept asking questions, not giving the other party any time to answer:

He knew that once the other party made a request, he would only have time to speak one sentence.

Agree or go to war.

He gently grasped the wand in his left hand and pointed the rough wooden tip at the man - Cornelius Fudge's opinion of him dropped significantly after he carelessly threw away the prisoner in his hand.

Maybe a dud?

No, and probably not.

He didn't want to start a fight without permission - a one-on-one one - before the Aurors arrived.

His life is too precious.

So, the wand waved gently and uttered a spell for help.

Umbridge was thrown on the carpet and rolled twice: the woman knew the situation and climbed behind the desk with her butt sticking up, accompanied by constant "Mr. Cornelius!", "He is a dark wizard!" and other words.

"I am here on orders from the authority of the Ministry of Magic."

Cornelius Fudge looked at the tall man not far away. He saw him take two steps back like a gentleman, and politely touched his chest and bowed: "I am Imhotep."

He spoke in a thunderous voice: "Your subordinates have insulted my Lord's servants. Now, you need to make reparation."

…What does this have to do with anything?

Since they were waiting for rescue anyway, Cornelius Fudge asked a few questions patiently.

"When did it happen? Do you know where this is? The Minister! The office of the Minister of Magic!"

Umbridge popped her head out from under the desk and shouted, "You dark wizard! Azkaban will be the end of your life!!"

The tall man did not comment and continued to repeat.

“Your men have insulted my Lord’s servants, the One in authority.”

"Pay compensation, or go to war."

Cornelius Fudge was confused: "What on earth are you talking about?"

"My people..."

There are quite a few Aurors taking action recently, they are...

"You call her the 'Blood Curse Orc'."

The Minister understood everything at once.

Is this the animal's companion? He is also probably not human.

Cornelius Fudge sat up straight at his ease. Now that he knew the other party was just an 'animal' and not a dark wizard, he was not so afraid...

worry.

Not afraid.

As a minister, he would not be afraid of an animal, even a dark wizard.

"I think you should know that this..."

"Imorton."

"This Mr. Immorton." Cornelius Fudge cleared his throat and put on airs: "Blood Curse Orc, I mean - your little accomplice. She is very dangerous, and we cannot let such a danger run around in the outside world. Especially in the Muggle world. You should understand how fragile Muggles are."

"The slightest injury can lead to death."

Imhotep stared at him without saying a word.

Cornelius Fudge patted Umbridge's shoulder awkwardly and asked her to stand up and support him.

"So, we must make a 'reasonable' approach. Right, Deputy Minister?"

Dolores Umbridge dodged back, and after crawling out from under the table, half of her body was hidden behind Fudge's chair. She avoided Imhotep's gaze and insisted, "Yes, that's right! This is a necessary measure... Minister, we must not only deal with the blood cursed orcs--"

Just as he was talking, the door was pushed open.

Aurors dressed in black and with serious expressions came in one after another.

This gave Dolores Umbridge great confidence - she straightened her non-existent back again and looked aggressively at the burly man surrounded by Aurors: as if the person who had just crawled under the table was not her at all.

"The Minister, Mr. Cornelius Fudge and I just bravely confronted this intruder! With my protection and the Minister's sharp response, he failed to cause any substantial harm to us—"

"Aurors! Take him down!"

Following the girl's command, countless colors emerged from the tip of the stick and shot towards the person in the center of the carpet.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

"Reducto!"

"Stupefy!"

"Impedimento!"

The spell, like splashing water, exploded into beautiful fireworks on the man's body.

——Fireworks hitting the yellow sand.

Other than that, nothing works.

The spell started to become more frequent, then gradually stopped...

Suddenly, there was a terrible silence in the room.

It was as if everyone was hit by 'petrification'.

Freeze in place.

The man still looked like a human, but the parts of his body that were hit by the curse exploded into a mass of wasteland-colored gravel. Then, in the eyes of the incredulous people, it slowly flowed and merged...

Re-condense into limbs.

Wizards holding wands are as ridiculous as cowboys standing in the desert, shooting bullets into their feet.

The curse could not harm the sea.

The sea of ​​sand also counts.

"Is this the wizard?"

Imhotep raised his head, his brows were sinister, and his smile was as dangerous as a shark. This predator, whose depth was shallower than the sea of ​​yellow sand, raised his chin in dissatisfaction, and his voice was filled with disdain: "Your strength is not as good as the Pharaoh's guards three thousand years ago."

"mortal…"

He slowly raised his arms.

Cornelius Fudge clung to the back of his chair—and the floor began to shake!

Dust fell from the ceiling like snowflakes, and the luxurious floor was torn apart easily like a piece of paper, taking with it the expensive wool blanket on top; the people in the room began to stagger around, and in addition to continuing to shoot meaningless spells at the man in the center, some Aurors tried to grab Cornelius Fudge and take him away from here.

"Give the living despair..."