Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 404 398. I hate disloyal subordinates

"Nonsense! What a load of nonsense!"

A member of the Wizengamot couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up and walked out of his seat, giving the Death Eaters a vicious look.

"I want to see who is responsible for the prank! If you disrupt the peace of the trial, you will have to stay in Azkaban for at least ten years!"

Then he said to several staff escorting the Death Eaters.

"You guys are coming with me."

After saying that, he led a few people towards the courtroom in an aggressive manner.

At this moment, everyone present was watching them as they walked out of the courtroom.

Nothing seems to be happening.

until

"Who are you? Don't you know the rules against disturbing people during a trial?"

Suddenly the shout of the Wizengamot member came from outside the door.

Before everyone could take a breath, they heard screams of terror outside the door.

"why you?!"

"No, this is impossible?!"

Finally the sound of panic turned into a shrill cry.

"ah!"

The sound outside the door stopped suddenly.

Everything became silent again.

"Hey Thierry, what's going on?!"

Someone shouted out the door impatiently.

However, there was no sound, no one answered him, and even the few staff who followed him seemed to have disappeared.

Deathly silence.

"What happened?"

With lessons learned from the past, no one dared to act rashly this time.

Everyone looked at the Minister of Magic Fudge in unison.

Waiting for his instructions.

Fudge had an expressionless face and looked very calm, giving people a very reliable feeling.

However, this was what Fudge was thinking about at this time.

'Damn, why isn't Percy here. ’

‘If I had known better, I should have brought him with me. ’

But he had no choice but to wait, so he turned his attention to Umbridge and asked her to come up with an idea.

Although Umbridge was equally scared, she felt this was an opportunity, so she cleared her throat and was about to speak.

"I"

There was a rustling sound outside the door.

Someone came in.

"Oh, let's see who is hiding here."

"It turns out to be officials from the Ministry of Magic."

A cold and emotionless voice sounded.

At some point, an additional person suddenly appeared in the first courtroom.

When they saw the appearance of the visitor, all the wizards present in the room couldn't help shaking their bodies.

The black hood, robe, iconic bald head, and the magic power all over his body all indicate this person's identity.

The Death Eaters' attitudes further confirmed the identity of the visitor.

"Owner!"

The Death Eaters all knelt down and crawled at each other's feet.

There is only one person who can make the Death Eaters reach this point.

"Oh, Merlin. How is this possible!"

The wizards sitting in the stands were all surprised.

"I think I must be dreaming!"

"Didn't he already have it"

Discussions started.

"I disappoint you. I didn't die, or I died and came back to life."

Voldemort's understatement made the Ministry of Magic officials feel chilling in their hearts. They wanted to escape but the only exit was blocked. Many people's legs were completely paralyzed and they could not even stand up.

Voldemort was satisfied with their fear of him.

"So, first question, can anyone tell me who is Fudge?"

"If you can answer my question, I can consider letting him go."

After hearing Voldemort's words, Fudge felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his whole body was cold.

He just hopes that others will not identify him now.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, someone jumped out impatiently, pointed at him and shouted loudly.

"It's him! That's the man!"

Fudge never expected that the first person to identify him would be none other than his confidant Umbridge.

"very good."

Voldemort looked at Fudge, and then...

"Avada eats a big melon."

Dark green light flashed, and Fudge's body fell to the ground with a thud and never stood up again.

"grateful."

Voldemort paused as he looked at Umbridge.

"Umbridge, sir."

Umbridge immediately replied that she was much smarter than others and knew what the other party was going to say.

From beginning to end, she didn't even look at her old boss Fudge.

For Umbridge now, saving her life is the most important thing.

Voldemort nodded: "Thank you Ms. Umbridge for your answer."

Just when Umbridge smiled and was about to reply to him, the green light flashed again.

Umbridge's pupils lost color.

She may never have dreamed that someone would kill her as casually as crushing an ant.

"I regretted it."

"I hate disloyal subordinates."

There was no wave in Voldemort's tone.

With a slight wave of his hand, several wands rose into the air and landed at the feet of the Death Eaters.

"Use these to untie yourself."

"Then, kill them all."

He had no intention of letting anyone else out alive from the beginning.

Soon, the entire courtroom was filled with cries and pleas for mercy.

Along with one after another green light, soon only Voldemort and the Death Eaters were left standing in the trial room.

"Follow me."

Voldemort said to the Death Eaters: "Go to the Department of Mysteries."

He was going to the Prophecy Hall of the Department of Mysteries, and he was going to find the half-heard prophecy.

"Yes, Master."

A large group of people planned to move towards the ninth floor underground.

"They're here!"

A powerful roar sounded, followed by countless footsteps.

I saw a large number of wizards emerging on the passage leading to the language room.

It was a group of Aurors, a group of fully equipped Aurors.

Not only the Aurors, but also the strikers responsible for fighting criminals came.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, was the first to bear the brunt and stood at the front.

"Just a bunch of maggots!"

Voldemort snorted first and then waved his hand casually. The huge magic power burst out into a strong wind as if it was free of charge. He took out his wand for the first time.

"I only need two spells to kill you all."

Those words full of murderous intent and aura made many Aurors take a step back unconsciously.

The momentum that was rising steadily was instantly dispelled by one sentence.

This is not an ordinary sentence but mixed with the magic power that confuses people.

Even Hepzibah Smith, a direct descendant of Hufflepuff, could not withstand the temptation of the demon's language.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I can't let you move on."

Just when Voldemort was about to take action, a wizard in white robes descended from the sky like a god descending from the sky.

"Dumbledore!" Almost crushing his back molars, Voldemort stared at the visitor with a cannibalistic gaze.

Dumbledore, the wizard Voldemort fears most.