Chapter 336

"Mr. Minister, please stay here and don't act rashly. I will do my best to ensure your safety."

A burly man in the uniform of the Ministry of Magic said firmly and devoutly.

Fudge nodded repeatedly, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

He glanced involuntarily in the direction of the gunshot just now, and felt a little scared.

He looked at the staff of the Ministry of Magic in front of him, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the other person's face was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"Oh my God, what is going on now?"

Fudge asked in a low voice, with uncontrollable fear in his voice.

He tried to calm down, but couldn't help asking questions like a machine gun.

"What about Scrimgeour's deployment? Hasn't the emergency retreat route been arranged long ago?!"

The burly man frowned slightly, and his eyes scanned the surroundings vigilantly, as if ready to meet the sudden danger at any time.

He held the wand tightly in his hand, and his body was as tense as a string, ready to attack at any time.

"Minister,"

he whispered, with a hint of hesitation and heaviness in his tone.

"The director did go to check the retreat passage leading to Diagon Alley just now. But... he never came back after he left."

Fudge's eyes widened, and his face suddenly became paler.

He opened his mouth, and his voice was obviously trembling.

"What? He... he didn't come back? Why?!"

The sturdy man pursed his lips for a moment, as if he didn't want to continue, but he finally spoke.

"Before he left, he told me to protect you well, and mentioned that he had discovered some strange phenomena. I think... he may have..."

He paused, lowered his head, and his voice became deeper.

"I'm afraid he has met with an accident."

Fudge's face changed completely, and the fear in his eyes could hardly be concealed.

He grabbed the sturdy man's arm fiercely, and his voice rose a few degrees.

"You mean... he has been killed?!"

Fudge's shock had not yet subsided, and he heard a low curse coming from the wrist of the staff member in front of him.

"Damn it! Didn't you say you were going to wait for my signal? Why did you act in advance!"

Fudge's eyes suddenly fell on the other person's wrist, and the voice sounded like it came from a watch.

He was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask, he noticed that the staff's face suddenly became cold and hard, with a hint of unnatural stiffness.

"Uh, what is that?"

Fudge asked subconsciously, with a hint of doubt and vigilance in his tone.

The staff did not answer immediately, but raised his hand to signal Fudge to shut up.

Then, his whole temperament suddenly changed, and the loyal and guarding look disappeared, replaced by a chilling coldness and coldness.

Fudge's heart sank suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.

He stared at the other person, the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, and his lips trembled slightly.

"You...what are you doing?"

The staff ignored his questioning, but raised his wrist to reveal the glowing watch.

His voice was low and cold, with a hint of disdain.

"What kind of threat can an old man who can turn invisible pose? Aren't wizards who can't use magic just lambs to be slaughtered?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Fudge suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the face of the "staff member" in front of him.

That tone, that expression, and the faint sense of familiarity...

An amazing idea flashed through Fudge's mind. He took a step back tremblingly, and his voice was filled with incredible fear.

"You... you..."

His words choked in his throat, because at this moment he finally realized that the face of this staff member was exactly the same as the man who had just fired the gun!

"Idiot!"

"You don't know how powerful he is. I almost missed just now!"

The curses continued, and a trace of impatience appeared on the man's face, and he tutted.

Then he looked up at Fudge, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Alas, I wanted to act again, haha, Mr. Minister."

Fudge looked into his eyes and swallowed slowly.

"You...what do you want!?"

The man looked at him and smiled coldly.

"Mr. Minister, we don't want anything, we just want to cross the boundary between life and death, so one Diagon Alley is just the beginning, we need a lot of people to sacrifice."

Then he touched his wrist, a golden light flashed, and a golden pistol appeared in his hand in an instant.

He put the pistol to Fudge's forehead.

He said faintly.

"You are lucky, you will become a real sacrifice!"

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded in the air, and a blood hole appeared on Fudge's forehead in an instant, and the bright red blood gushed out like a fountain.

However, his body did not fall down, but stood stiffly in place, as if he was imprisoned by some force.

Then, a weird scene happened.

Fudge's body began to change in a disgusting way-starting from the forehead, his skin quickly shrank, and his flesh and blood seemed to be pulled away by an invisible force.

His eyes sunken, his cheeks shrank, his mouth opened to the limit, and he let out a silent scream.

This terrible shrinkage spread rapidly, his chest sunken, and his ribs protruded like dry dead wood.

His arms and legs gradually became shriveled, as if all the moisture in his muscles had been sucked out, leaving only dry skin clinging to his bones.

His abdomen collapsed at an alarming speed, his internal organs seemed to have completely disappeared, and finally even his bones seemed to have been eroded by time and shrunk into a ball.

In just a few seconds, Fudge's entire body turned into a twisted "human body", like a completely hollowed-out specimen, emitting a disgusting stench.

The man looked at all this with a grim expression, but at the end his brows suddenly frowned.

"Huh? Has this man also stepped into the long river of time?"

But then he shook his head, raised his pistol, looked to the side, and walked out of the corner.

"Forget it, the mission is completed, and the next thing is personal grudges."

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(Thanks to the readers for their suggestions. I am really sorry. This chapter does have too many perspectives. In fact, I had this problem in the chapter where Voldemort invaded Hogwarts, but it was not so serious at that time. There were only three routes at most. But this chapter really has too many routes. The most important thing is that it is out of school. It is really very difficult to write. There is also the problem of information. I am also trapped by this. Sometimes I don’t know whether I should write the information, so I am very entangled. As for the direction of the plot later, I will do my best to control it. This article will not follow the kind of suppressed plot. Why do readers feel suppressed now? It is because some information is not written. This is a huge mistake I made. The speed of the plot later will be accelerated. At the same time, the plot will be promoted from the perspective of the protagonist. I will try my best to end this line as soon as possible. I am really sorry.)

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