The Shopkeeper of All Worlds in the British Wizarding World

Chapter 652 Raid (Part )
An interrogation was going on in the interrogation room in the basement of the Ministry of Magic, and on the roof of the interrogation room, eight Dementors were also flying around the patio. The whole room was shrouded in cold air and despair. On the high platform facing the door of the room, Runcorn Albert, the director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, was barking like a mad dog. "-- Dirk Cresswell, there is solid evidence that you are suspected of forging the family tree. What else do you have to say now?"

"You can't do this to me. My magic is innate, not stolen from anywhere. Also, I have worked diligently for the Ministry of Magic for 20 years, and nothing has ever gone wrong—" Dirk Cresswell, who was chained to a chair below, defended himself angrily.

At the same time, a sob came from a seat. It was a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She and a group of Muggle-born wizards who were summoned to the court were huddled together in fear, shivering on the hard wooden bench. Several wizards covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to fend off the greedy mouths of the Dementors. Some were accompanied by their families, while others sat alone. The Dementors fluttered up and down, flying past the group from time to time, sucking away happiness and spreading despair.

"Shut up, you filthy mudblood." Runcorn Albert opened his mouth and cursed, even his saliva splashed on Cresswell's face below. After cursing, he turned his head and said to a blond middle-aged witch wearing a short-sleeved shirt with a Death Eater mark. "Mary, remember this. This is an unrepentant mudblood. He should be locked up in a dark cell and rot slowly with the Dementors."

"Yes, I noted it down." The middle-aged witch named Mary waved her feather pen quickly. Under the shining light from the jackal-like patronus, the witch looked pale and bloodless.

After making sure that everything he said was recorded, Albert turned around and was about to open his mouth to curse at the group of Muggle wizards who were huddled together. Suddenly, the unique scream of the Dementors came from outside the courtroom.

"Rupert, go see what's going on. I hope it's not some overconfident people trying to rush in again." Albert ordered the Death Eater striker in a short-sleeved shirt standing at the door, and then looked at the group of Muggle wizards.

"This court represents absolute justice. I swear, I will thoroughly clean it up—" Runcorn Albert had just started a new round of rhetoric. But before he could finish his words, he saw Rupert, who had just gone out to investigate the situation, crash through the door and fly in backwards, with a purple crystal as thick as his forearm stuck in his chest.

The interrogation room fell silent in an instant. Just when no one could react, the part of the crystal exposed outside the body exploded, and a large number of purple transparent crystal fragments flew towards the judgement platform in a fan shape.

"Iron armor!" Albert on the trial stand cast a protective spell, but the energy contained in these crystal fragments far exceeded their expectations. The armor spell shattered the moment the crystal fragments touched him, and then the crystals caused seven or eight wounds on his body, causing him to howl in pain.

Mary, who was beside him, didn't have time to cast magic when the crystal exploded, and she bent down and hid behind the judgment table. However, it was a blessing in disguise. The explosive crystal prepared by Rose Crystal was mainly used to break magic, and the physical damage was not much different from that of ordinary crystals. Therefore, the heavy solid wood and iron judgment table successfully blocked the crystal fragments that attacked Mary.

"Avada——" Albert took advantage of the chaos and raised his wand again. But before he finished the spell, he saw a pile of yellow paper flying in from the door, most of which flew towards the roof, turning the Dementors there into a bunch of blue fireballs that ran around and screamed.

The other part of the yellow paper went straight to Albert. One of them cut off his hand holding the magic wand and the magic wand like a blade, and the remaining ones nailed him to the judgment chair.

"Who are you?" Albert, who was completely unable to move, struggled to stare at the dark door. A few seconds later, Ryan and Hermione emerged from the darkness in the corridor and walked into the courtroom.

"This is a great place." Ryan ignored the seriously injured Albert. After looking around the courtroom, he motioned to Hermione to explain the current situation to the nervous muck-born wizards who were huddled together and shivering like quails, and prepared to leave. Then he walked up the stairs step by step and came to Albert's side.

"It doesn't matter who we are." Ryan said as he pulled out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at Albert's head. He thought that for the director of the Muggle-Born Registration Committee, being shot by a Muggle weapon would be a very good way to die. "What's important is that we can use your life to warn everyone that killing innocent people will only lead to death." Ryan pulled the trigger directly. After several consecutive gunshots, Albert's entire skull flew up, and it seemed that even magic could not save him.

"Give me your wand," Ryan pointed his wand at Mary, who was hiding under the table and trembling with her head in her hands. She didn't look like a Death Eater. "Or I can take it from your body myself."

Mary felt relieved after hearing Ryan's words. She took out his wand as quickly as possible and slid it along the floor towards Ryan. Ryan bent down to pick up the wand and said, "Stay there and don't make trouble."

After seeing Mary nod, Ryan stepped down from the judge's seat, stepping on the blood on the ground. At this time, Hermione had already let Dirk Cresswell down from the judge's chair and let him stay with his wife. She said to the group of puffball wizards: "- You should leave with us next, and then go home and take your children away. You have seen what is happening just now. You will not get justice here."

"Where can we go now, Mr. Liang?" Cresswell, who had been tried before, asked while supporting his wife.

"Do you know me?" Ryan asked curiously.

"Of course, most people here know you. Knight of the Order of Merlin, Second Class, champion of the Triwizard Tournament, we all say privately that you will be the greatest muckborn wizard in Britain in the past hundred years." Cresswell said seriously, and most of the other people here nodded in agreement.

It seems that my East Asian face is indeed easier to recognize. Ryan thought about this and said, "Since you all believe me, then after you get out, you should run to the north. Professor Dumbledore has built a solid resistance fortress there. If it is inconvenient to run to the north, going abroad is also a good choice. In short, the farther away from the Ministry of Magic in London, the better."

After seeing that the group of Muggleborn wizards had taken his words to heart, Ryan divided the two usable wands he had just seized into the hands of two people, but even so, half of the wizards still did not have their own wands. This was because before entering the interrogation room, the wands of the Muggleborn wizards who were to be tried today had been confiscated.

"Now everyone without a wand follows behind someone with a wand," Ryan arranged. "You must move as quickly as possible in a moment. We will also try to buy time for you to leave in the main hall."

"What are you going to do?" a black-haired middle-aged witch asked. "The Ministry of Magic is full of Death Eaters now. How are you going to leave when they surround us?"

"Don't worry." Hermione comforted. "Since we can get in, we must be able to get out, so when you get to the hall, just run as fast as you can. The faster you run, the more time we have to leave here."

"Okay, let's go now." After all the preparations were completed, Ryan and Hermione led the 20 or so wizards and ran towards the elevator.

(End of this chapter)