Chapter 1242 ? Stand up From the Wheelchair

And here the purebloods have retreated back to the meeting room, and a few of them were shutting the door slowly and knocking on the door, but the people inside the room had already reached a tacit agreement, and the guards left by the distant relatives outside the door had been cleared by them. , while the other guards are constantly applying layer after layer of protective magic to the doors and windows of this room.

The room was full of anxiety, as if the end was coming, and many people began to sob.

For these purebloods who have always been pampered, the usual struggles with each other basically don't involve life, and are more about fighting for wealth and power. Even if it involves killing, they will not personally come forward. So for them just now, it was the first time for many people to face death so closely and face such a bloody scene.

In the process of escaping, Burst saw one of his bodyguards die in front of his eyes, so he trembled all over, opened his mouth halfway, and let out a hoarse scream, as if his chest had been split by a knife. The guards straddled into the conference room - the horror of knocking on the door from those shut out now heightened his fear.

At this time, Bo Jin didn't have the expression of being a shopkeeper at all. He looked better than the others, but he gritted his teeth for a long time and didn't speak.

"Calm down!" Herbert Bock looked ugly on the wheelchair, he seemed a little uncomfortable being pushed around quickly just now, but he and his housekeeper seemed to be the calmest people in the room, "Alf Red, how many minutes are left?"

"Master, there are still seven minutes until the hour..." The butler looked calm but still a little annoyed, "I'm sorry, we should be more careful and get more door keys..."

"The guards are just too incompetent..." Herbert Burke didn't have any emotions, he looked at the doors and windows and pointed, "Do everything, use the transformation technique, turn the doors and windows into metal coverings and seal them, and then make a new layer of protection ...Fleeing abroad and where they can't control...Their so-called evidence is just a frame to persecute us."

The battle outside the conference room was soon over and silent. Armed Aurors had already cleared the corridor, and several leaders surrounded the conference room where pure blood gathered.

"They used many kinds of spells to seal this room, and they are still strengthening it." Victor said in a low voice, "Someone just heard them shouting for the door key. They must have tried to delay their escape."

Penelope crawled upside down on the ceiling, and it was said that she returned to the ground from above along a silver bright and thick spider thread, then? She waved her giant claws that can destroy demons and mocked: "They thought it was beautiful!" ? let me."

"Penello, let me come faster...you retreat to the bottom of the stairs." Albert's voice was unusually cold? Although his father's previous assassination did not suffer much substantial damage? He who is tolerant and honest,

Have I been suffocating in my heart? "They like to explode, so I will explode for them."

The Auror's order and prohibition made the corridor on the second floor quickly emptied? After Albert made some protection for the floor? There is a sharp big horn on the nose, and the tail is like a long rope. It is Albert's Animagus image poison horn beast - its strong body has crushed the surrounding walls? The floor under its feet And barely able to bear its weight, snapping and crumbling? But it was enough for Albert to fling its venom-filled horn at the door.

A few minutes later.

Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic, led a patrol of Aurors through the four cracked doors.

Behind Scrimgeour's gold-rimmed glasses is a pair of sharp eyes that capture the form of the room. Different from his previous crisp and neat style, he was stunned by the scene in front of him: several corpses were displayed in disorder on the ground, There are also several piles of ashes after burning.

And upstairs are the broken bricks and tiles after the explosion? The legs of a corpse drooped from the gap of the broken and fallen guardrail. A group of half-dead purebloods are still intact except for those who have lost their wands and put their arms around their heads. The other wizards are more or less wounded? And these people are tied together by a thick hemp rope at the moment. Together, they look slumped? Some people couldn't help but groan in pain.

Scrimgeour was so startled that his voice seemed to become even hoarse, and his tone of voice trembled accidentally: "What's going on?!"

But none of the Aurors brought by Albert who were present answered him? They were doing their own thing? It was as if they didn't see Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour was cursing in his heart? An unstoppable anger flashed in his eyes, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his biting lip to his somewhat wide chin.

Scrimgeour simply didn't ask about the situation anymore, and his face was sullen, his eyes swept over the corpses. Suddenly, he walked quickly into the hall, squatted down in front of the corpse of the goatee wizard, and said in a mixture of shock and anger: "Isn't this the patriarch of the Selwyn family! No one informed me of such a big incident this time? I'm still your office director!"

Albert was walking slowly upstairs with Victor, and his body and face were stained with a lot of blood, but he didn't seem to want to wipe it off.

"Albert, do you know what you are doing? Why are you acting so presumptuously?" Scrimgeour turned around slowly, and stood up when he saw Alan. He couldn't suppress his anger and his tea-brown hair shook, " Even if they are suspects! But when did Aurors have the right to harm prisoners at will? They should accept the trial of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement instead of just losing their lives like this!"

"Director Scrimgeour, when resisting arrest by force, Aurors have the right to use force... It is the Law Enforcement Department who ordered us, and your consent is not required." Albert looked directly at Scrimgeour, "And these dead Most of the lost wizards have used the Unforgivable Curse on Aurors, and their wands can prove it with flashback spells."

"Albert, even if they use the Unforgivable Curse, according to the law, they will be imprisoned for life!" Scrimgeour's bushy eyebrows frowned, and his sharp eyes met Albert.

"Director Scrimgeour, are you trying to make fun of the lives of our armed Aurors?" A young Auror with short brown hair flushed and glared at Scrimgeour, "Does the director mean that we need to face him?" Giving up the Ministry of Magic's legal right to fire in the face of the situation when using the Unforgivable Curse so that their spells threaten us?"

"Of course I didn't mean that!" Scrimgeour stared angrily at the Auror, "but you obviously have the upper hand, there's no need to kill..."

"My companion was just hit by the Cruciatus Curse and is now being sent to the treatment facility!" Like a beast that has been forced into embarrassment, it is waiting for an opportunity to feed back, "Our armed Aurors are trained to disarm them as soon as possible. The threat of using this spell!"

"Enough, Otto! This is our director! Pay attention to your identity!" Albert said first, and then pulled the team members behind him, "Director, maybe your patrolling Auror can do it in this situation Accurately arrest them without harming them... I hope you can detect this when the next explosion occurs." Then he stood at attention slightly and nodded as a salute, "Director, I'm sorry, we have to fix this before the illusion disappears. The house is hidden from Muggles."

After finishing speaking, Albert took his Aurors to help other Aurors repair the half-restored Muggle houses because the pure-blood guards used a lot of power to protect the houses. For the black magic spell, if you want to restore it to the original state, you must first get rid of the magic energy left by the magic spell, so it will take a little longer than the usual situation of restoring the original state instantly. .

Feeling the airflow from Albert and the others passing by him, Scrimgeour's chest was filled with anger, like a bomb that was about to go off as soon as the fuse was pulled.

"Ughhhhh!!!"

Suddenly there was a shrill scream from upstairs, Scrimgeour's face twitched purple from anger, he was taken aback, and hurried upstairs with these patrolling Aurors, he just got up the stairs in a fit of breath. They all gasped at the huge platform above, as the site of the explosion was much more damaged than it looked from below.

Although it didn't seem to have collapsed, the outside of the corridor was messed up by the upturned wooden boards and the messy masonry of the walls. The roof of this area had been blown off, and the British afternoon light came through the gloomy sky, illuminating The conference room with a big hole in the wall in the corridor was illuminated.

Penelo's characteristic spider-like accent sounded inside: "Say it one last time, old man, stand up from the wheelchair..."