Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 532 Kingsley's Lucky Day

As Mike fell unconscious in the lava pit, the scorching sun hanging high in the sky began to gradually collapse, and the dazzling light gradually dissipated. Dumbledore's body, which had basically returned to normal, quickly shriveled up, and his face even became older than before. Finally, he stumbled and fell from the sky.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to fall to the ground and turn into a pool of meat, Snape's tall figure suddenly appeared. He pointed the wand in his hand at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore's falling speed suddenly slowed down, and he fell to the ground lightly like a leaf.

"Thank you, Severus."

Dumbledore spoke slowly, looking extremely weak at the moment.

Snape didn't say anything, but took out a bottle of black-green potion from his waist and poured it into Dumbledore's mouth. Then he took his wand and walked towards the lava pit where Mike was.

"Ahem, wait a minute..." Dumbledore shouted at Snape's back, "Severus! What are you doing?"

"Do what I have to do."

Snape said this without turning his head, the wand in his hand still flashing a light green light and pointing at Mike.

"Stop! Severus! You can't do this?"

"No, of course I can." Snape raised an eyebrow and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flashed, but at this moment, a red light flew out from Dumbledore's hand, directly blocking Mike and smashing the Killing Curse to pieces.

"Why?" Snape roared. "Voldemort is dead! Now if he's dead everything will be over!"

"It's not our turn to judge Mike yet! Hand him over to the Ministry of Magic, and they will deal with him!"

Dumbledore said while panting. The red light just now was his only remaining magic power. Now he could be said to be almost exhausted.

Snape looked into Dumbledore's cloudy eyes, the wand in his hand trembled slightly, and he struggled for a long time before finally putting it down.

Seeing this, Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands lightly. A ball of fire suddenly exploded in the air, accompanied by a pleasant singing voice. The phoenix Foxy jumped out of the flames, landed on Dumbledore and rubbed his shriveled cheek affectionately.

Dumbledore whispered something to it, and Foxy disappeared. When it reappeared from the flames a long time later, there was a dark figure behind it.

"Dumbledore? You are..."

Kingsley was stunned when he saw the messy scene around him as soon as he landed. In the series of battles just now, this land had endured too much that it shouldn't have endured. At this moment, it was a complete doomsday scene.

But after seeing Dumbledore, he hurried to Dumbledore's side and asked him with concern. However, Dumbledore was so weak at this time that he could hardly speak. He could only point to the deep pit beside him with difficulty.

Kingsley turned his head and saw Mike lying alone and quietly on a gray rock in a large area of ​​semi-solidified black and red magma.

"Merlin's beard!"

All the hairs on Kingsley's body stood up, and the wand hidden in his sleeve appeared in his hand almost instantly.

During the internal meeting of their Ministry of Magic, they have found out about Mike's background and strength, and determined that Mike is the source of various disputes in society during this period.

Such a dangerous person suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Kingsley's legs begin to go weak.

"Waste! He has fainted!"

Snape, who was not far away, sneered with disdain. He couldn't stand officials of the Ministry of Magic like Kingsley the most, because in a sense they were actually the same kind of people as Voldemort, all man-eating monsters!

It’s just that the two have different ways of eating people. One eats voraciously, making a mess, while the other tastes the food carefully, emphasizing a long-term approach.

But Kingsley didn't care about Snape's ridicule at all. At this moment, all his attention was on Mike.

Only after confirming that Mike had really lost his self-consciousness did Kingsley feel ecstasy in his heart!
Kingsley is not a fool. Based on the situation here, he has roughly analyzed the whole story. It is probably that Dumbledore forcibly subdued Mike and wanted to use him as a bargaining chip to increase his own value.

This is what they agreed upon at the very beginning.

Kingsley joined the Order of the Phoenix and served as its spy and mouthpiece within the Ministry of Magic, while Dumbledore used his connections and means to help Kingsley get promoted as quickly as possible.

And now that Mike is the person the Ministry of Magic wants to catch the most, it goes without saying how great the contribution he represents is.

In the current situation where Scrimgeour's authority has been almost lost due to the recent events, as long as Kingsley can capture McTominay alive, he may be able to compete for the position of acting minister, not to mention the position of legitimate minister.

"Dumbledore, this... this is?"

Kingsley said tremblingly.

The surprise came too quickly and he was still a little slow to react.

"I'll leave Michael to you. He should be punished for what he did wrong." Dumbledore struggled to say, "And there's one more thing. Voldemort...he's dead too."

Kingsley jumped up excitedly!

Now that McTominay has been arrested and Voldemort is dead, the entire Ministry of Magic will return to its original peaceful and stable state. Kingsley feels that today is his lucky day!
At this moment, he looked at Dumbledore's shriveled and terrifying face like a skull, and he found it pleasing to the eye no matter how he looked at it.

He really didn't expect that this old guy Dumbledore, who usually kept silent, actually retained such strong power.

But looking at Dumbledore's current appearance, he must have been seriously injured after solving two big troubles at the same time, and he probably won't live long.

But this is a good thing!
You must know that Dumbledore's prestige in the Ministry of Magic and even in the entire European magical world has reached an almost exaggerated level. This is quite unfavorable to the Minister of Magic, because Dumbledore is like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, as long as they do something slightly out of line, he will suddenly fall and kill them on the spot.

Didn’t you see that Minister Fudge was almost driven crazy before?

And now that Dumbledore is dying, doesn't this mean that when he becomes Minister of Magic in the future, he will have no constraints at all?

Kingsley's eyes almost went out of sight from laughing.

But at this moment, Dumbledore continued:

"Voldemort was killed by Mac, and I just took advantage of the opportunity. Regarding this matter, I hope you can report it truthfully and give the credit to Mac to offset the losses he caused." The smile on Kingsley's face froze, and Snape's brows were furrowed in the distance.

"This..." Kingsley hesitated, "This is not good, right?"

"That's all, Kingsley. I'm tired." Dumbledore closed his eyes. "I hope this will save him from the death penalty."

……

Half an hour later, Kingsley walked out of the fireplace used by officials in the Ministry of Magic's main hall, carrying a huge stone coffin on his back.

At this moment, a large number of Aurors gathered in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. These people were sent to guard the hall to prevent the farce that had been staged in the hall from happening again.

Almost everyone who comes to the Ministry of Magic must undergo their strict inspection, of course, officials like Kingsley are exceptions.

The moment they saw Kingsley, the Aurors surrounding the fireplace made way without any hesitation.

But Kingsley did not go to his office as usual. Instead, he nodded at them and then carefully placed the sarcophagus behind him on the ground.

This special action attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. They saw that this was a very rough coffin. Its surface was dark black and not only uneven, but it also constantly emitted a strong smell of sulfur.

This makes it look as if it was created out of magma not long ago.

But the most eye-catching thing is the densely packed ancient magic runes on it. These magic runes are closely connected to each other, and there is a faint blue light flashing on them, which is very mysterious.

While everyone was observing the sarcophagus, Kingsley exhaled a deep breath and said loudly to the Auror captain closest to him:

"Go inform the Minister and tell him that I have captured Mike Tonley alive!"

The Auror captain raised his head and looked at Kingsley in a daze, as if he still didn't understand what had happened. It was not until Kingsley repeated his words that he came to his senses and crawled towards the magic elevator.

At this time, everyone in the hall had exploded.

People crowded around Kingsley, some crying and some laughing, and from time to time there were a few screams coming from the crowd.

This period of time was torment for Aurors like them, but now, everything is over.

Kingsley just leaned quietly against the sarcophagus, a smile on his face, calmly enjoying his honor at the moment. If possible, he really hoped that this moment would last forever.

Of course, this is impossible.

With the Auror captain rushing at his best, Scrimgeour soon came out of the elevator with a group of Ministry of Magic officials.

With his appearance, the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down, and everyone made way for Scrimgeour to quickly come to the sarcophagus.

"Mr. Minister, here..."

Kingsley smiled and patted the sarcophagus. He was about to say something when he saw that Scrimgeour had no intention of paying attention to him at all. He simply stretched out his wand and waved it violently, and the lid on the top of the sarcophagus was cut open, revealing Mike inside, who was wrapped in layers of the light belt of the end of all curses.

Scrimgeour, expressionless, swallowed hard, first checked the light strip on Mike's body, then slowly put his trembling hand under Mike's nose, and then pulled it back suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

"how did you do it?"

Scrimgeour looked at Kingsley in disbelief, but Kingsley replied indifferently:

"Oh! Do you think I'm weak?"

Kingsley crossed his arms, raised his head slightly, and pointed his nose at Scrimgeour. He hoped to see some expression of anger on Scrimgeour's face.

This has always been his dream, and he only dared to think about it in the past. But now the situation is different. Having captured Mike Townley alive, he believes that he is qualified to accomplish this task.

However, it was obvious that he still underestimated Scrimgeour's hot temper.

"Let me ask you! How did you do it? Was it Dumbledore? He was the one who did it, right?"

Scrimgeour roared, and in such extreme anger the rough skin on his face began to turn red rapidly, and his fluffy brown hair stood up, making him look like a lion!
Under the threat of such terrifying momentum, Kingsley decisively backed down.

He swallowed and stammered:

"No... no, he fought a great battle with Voldemort and was seriously injured after killing Voldemort, so I was able to take advantage of the opportunity."

"You mean he killed Voldemort?"

"Yes, it is."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire hall was in an uproar. Many people around covered their mouths in disbelief. They really couldn't imagine that the dark cloud that had been hanging over their heads for such a long time had disappeared just like that!
Scrimgeour soon sensed that something was wrong. Voldemort could die, but he must not die at the hands of McTominay.

This will further exaggerate his influence. Almost everyone who has been hurt by Voldemort and the Death Eaters will instinctively lean towards him, as can be seen from Harry Potter.

But Mike Tonley is not Harry Potter!
If he were given the same status and treatment as Harry Potter, then not only would it be impossible to execute him directly and end all the chaos, even trying him would become extremely difficult.

Thinking of this, Scrimgeour instinctively wanted to call on the Aurors to control everyone present. You know, in addition to the Aurors, there were also other ordinary wizards who came to the Ministry of Magic to handle business gathered in the hall of the Ministry of Magic. These people might leak the news.

But just as he turned his head, he saw several witches in formal clothes and wearing gauze on their heads disappearing into the fireplace.

Scrimgeour knew these two women; they were both members of the resistance group Daughters of the United, and had just discussed with him the matter of improving the status of witches.

The worst thing is that they are of noble birth and are well aware of the twists and turns in the upper-class games!
It is conceivable that the news that Voldemort was killed by McTominay would soon be known to the Daily Prophet and other media, and the Ministry of Magic would not be able to suppress such big news that could shock the world!

This means that this matter is irreversible!

Scrimgeour's face fell instantly and he glared at Kingsley fiercely. If Kingsley hadn't insisted on making this matter public, things wouldn't have been so difficult!
Then he snorted coldly and walked towards the magic elevator with Mike, who was tied up tightly, and a group of Aurors!

(End of this chapter)