Chapter 806 Death of Fudge

Kingsley Shacklebolt glanced coldly at Fudge, who was about to run away, and then his eyes intertwined with Arthur and other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone's eyes were very firm, and they unanimously decided to stay and organize. The power of resistance.

The Ministry of Magic is too important to give up so easily!

Just when Kingsley made up his mind, a violent roar suddenly came from outside the door, and then, an unknown object flew past everyone's heads and hit the wall behind.

The originally noisy conference room suddenly became a lot quieter. The frightened senior officials of the Ministry of Magic looked back one after another, only to realize that what just flew over their heads was the door of the conference room, but it was already twisted. It’s in disarray.

"Impossible, how could they come so fast?!" Arthur Weasley's pupils tightened and he muttered in disbelief.

Only eight or nine minutes had passed since they received the notification of the invasion. Could it be that the Aurors responsible for guarding were all paperless?

However, no matter how unwilling you were to believe it, you could not change the facts. Shortly after the explosion, a large number of ragged Death Eaters with crazy expressions poured in from the door.

"Bella, Lucius, August, Antonin, MacNeil..." Fudge looked at the familiar faces and couldn't help but take a breath, and kept cursing the group of rip-offs in his heart. Dementors.

It was obviously the Ministry of Magic that gave them the soil to survive, allowing them to devour the happiness of the prisoners and even take away the souls of the most evil ones. However, these monsters repaid their kindness one by one and released the prisoners of Azkaban...

Thinking of this, Fudge wanted to immediately issue an order to kill all the dementors!

Arthur, Kingsley and others held their wands tightly. With a quick glance, they could see that there were at least hundreds of Death Eaters blocking the door, and there were only about thirty wizards among all of them. The probability of winning is infinitely close to zero!

What made everyone feel even more desperate was the figure surrounded by a group of Death Eaters.

Many of the wizards present had participated in the battle fifteen years ago, so they were naturally familiar with this face with red eyes and snake face, and they were also deeply aware of the power of the Dark Lord.

Ivan strode to the center of the conference hall, raised his hand to signal the Death Eaters not to attack for the time being, then looked at Fudge and others, and spoke.

"Long time no see, Connery!"

Fudge, who was in despair and fear, couldn't help but froze after hearing Ivan's words. Have they met before?

It must have happened twenty years ago, but he was not the Minister of Magic at that time, and he was mixed in a bunch of Aurors. Fudge didn't think that a small character like himself could be remembered by the Dark Lord.

Before Fudge could figure it out, Ivan continued to speak. "I have to say that the proposal you gave me before was very good, but unfortunately I prefer to take charge of the magic world myself... However, Connery, I can give you a chance to survive. Now... prove your loyalty to me. …”

proposal? Prove loyalty?

The huge amount of information contained in Ivan's words made Fudge's brain a little overwhelmed. He almost doubted whether the Dark Lord had recognized the wrong person, but he soon found that the wizards who had gathered around him had stepped back a few steps. Step forward, looking at yourself with eyes full of doubts.

Listening to the Dark Lord's words, Arthur suddenly recalled Fudge's crazy suppression of Dumbledore in the past few months, his firm denial of the mysterious man's resurrection, and his indifference to the dementor riots.

At first, he thought that the Minister of Magic simply had a problem with his IQ and was stupid enough to politicize an incident that could harm the entire magical world, wrongly attributing it to a rumor used by his political opponents to suppress him.

Now it seems that things may not be that simple. Fudge may have reached some kind of agreement with the Dark Lord secretly, such as jointly getting rid of Dumbledore, so he acted so radically.

But it's obvious that Fudge is seeking skin from a tiger. Voldemort's brazen attack on the Ministry of Magic is enough to prove that Fudge got away with it and seriously underestimated Voldemort's power and ambition...

Kingsley Shacklebolt vaguely felt that something was not right. No matter how stupid Fudge was, he would never choose to cooperate with the mysterious man. The shock and fear on Fudge's face when he heard the mysterious man launched a massive attack did not seem to be fake. of.

Under the questioning gazes of everyone, Fudge finally came to his senses and hurriedly defended himself. "No, this is not true. Don't listen to his nonsense. There is no agreement at all... He must want to divide us, yes, that must be the case!"

However, not many people paid attention to Fudge's excuse. After all, the Dark Lord had captured the entire Ministry of Magic and could kill everyone here at any time. There was no need to deceive them.

"It seems that you are ready to disobey me? Connery?" Ivan interrupted Fudge, who wanted to continue to defend. He couldn't help but increase his tone, and at the same time raised his right hand impatiently, a ray of darkness The green light flashed faintly.

Fudge's expression suddenly changed, and the hairs all over his body stood up. Under the threat of death, he threw aside all rights and face, and shouted loudly.

"No, no... stop!! I am willing to..."

Before Fudge finished speaking, Ivan waved the wand indifferently, and a green beam of light shot out from the tip of the wand.

"Avada Kedavra ~"

The next moment, Fudge's body fell limply to the ground, his eyes widened, and there was still a look of fear and confusion on his face.

The entire conference hall fell into deathly silence. Looking at Fudge's body, Arthur and others felt cold all over and swallowed hard.

The Minister of Magic died just like that, in front of them!

Kingsley Shaq moved his eyes away from Fudge's body and looked at the Dark Lord standing in the center of the hall. He couldn't understand why Fudge had expressed his willingness to surrender, but the Dark Lord still killed him mercilessly. .

"It's too late! I prefer people who know the current affairs!" Ivan Youyou put down the wand in his hand and said regretfully, then looked at the remaining wizards and asked casually.

"Well, now it's your turn, who else wants to disobey me?"

Under Ivan's gaze, the officials of the Ministry of Magic were trembling all over. The Dark Lord's ruthlessness was beyond their imagination. Just because Fudge thought about it for a while, he went on a killing spree. This was simply the behavior of a madman. As!

However, Ivan's moody performance further aggravated the fear in their hearts. In just a few seconds, nearly one-third of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic fell to their knees in recognition of the situation, humbly praying for the Dark Lord's forgiveness... …