The Evil Thoughts of Hogwarts and the Genie

Chapter 174 Incitement and Suppression

"Malfoy!"

Dumbledore gave a low growl, as if as a warning.

No matter how angry Abraxas was, all his spells were blocked by the silver barrier set up by Dumbledore.

Even if Muggle firearms are no match for magic, they can at least cause damage to the ground and make a great commotion.

When the difference in magical power is too great, the magic spell competition becomes completely uninteresting.

The evidence is that Abraxas was a skilled fighter, but when his spells hit Dumbledore's barrier, they vanished without a sound, like ink entering the sea.

As for the final death curse, in his rage, Mr. Malfoy didn't specifically target anyone.

For him, it didn't matter which one died.

This spell, due to its "irresistible" nature, directly pierced through the barrier:

But Dumbledore reacted even faster, almost immediately using a levitation charm to move the Squib in front of him to the sides.

The green light disappeared into the ground, turning into a dark scorch mark.

"Do you know what you've done?!"

The tall, thin old wizard approached Abraxas Malfoy.

His attitude wasn't entirely wrong, as long as the Ministry of Magic and Wizengamor remained unwilling to grant Squibs power.

Whether these duds who attacked the Ministry of Magic with firearms today will be tried remains to be seen, given that they are also part of the magical world.

But Abraxas Malfoy did break the law.

"This is an unforgivable curse!"

"Dumbledore said."

But old Malfoy, driven by anger to do something foolish, was not foolish. Instead of backing down, he stood tall and proud.

He was a tall sorcerer, and Abraxas had broader shoulders than his son Lucius.

More rugged facial features, a more assertive attitude.

More importantly, he has a very large wallet and is a representative figure of the pureblood faction.

"I don't understand what you're saying, Dumbledore," Abraxas glared at his former professor.

"I guess you're old and hard of hearing, and you didn't hear my incantation clearly."

"An unforgivable curse? What unforgivable curse?!"

He argued, with an incredibly forceful attitude, towards the Squirts who had been brought under the control of the unaffected Aurors.

With a few "snap" sounds, more wizards arrived at the scene. Among these wizards who did not shy away from the danger but instead rushed to the front lines, many were dressed in very fine clothes.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that Mr. Carlo was among them.

Abraxas didn't sense anything amiss; on the contrary, he felt that his "friends" had arrived at just the right time.

He raised his arm and shouted, his iron-grey eyes fixed on Dumbledore, showing no fear whatsoever of this "greatest wizard of the century":

"Brothers and sisters! I've been telling you this since last December! Today, these inexplicable and shameless duds are becoming increasingly rampant!"

Back then, my gentlest sibling, Mr. Nott, once said that he thought these poor souls forgotten by magic were simply crushed by the expectations of their families—and that they would stop on their own once they had gone mad enough!

He looked around the room.

It was as if this wasn't a meticulously planned play, but rather his impromptu performance.

"But what is the truth? You've already seen it! You've seen the Muggle weapons in the hands of these madmen—just as I said before, they weren't forgotten by magic, but rather, they betrayed magic from the very beginning!"

"They disregard their noble birth and shamelessly throw themselves into the arms of Muggles! They have let magic down—they deserve to be taught a lesson and disciplined."

"No matter how much you indulge a pack of wild beasts, they will never learn manners!"

"Wake up, Dumbledore! Open your fading old eyes and see! Young and brave wizards have already shed blood for this! If this continues, these shameless beasts will truly be biting the Ministry of Magic by the throat!"

What a passionate and inspiring speech!

Putting everything else aside, Edmund is really familiar with this.

He knew it was time to applaud.

"Ha ha ha ha."

The young wizard standing next to Dumbledore clapped his hands loudly.

"He said that, Professor." Edmund chuckled. "Just like you're the Minister of Magic." Abraxas's expression changed slightly, and he was about to explode.

But when he glanced behind Edmund, his expression changed instantly, as if turning the pages of a book.

Instead of turning his gun on Edmund again, he completely abandoned his righteous indignation and became humble and indifferent.

"I'd like to ask that too."

An aged female voice rang out from not far behind Edmund, followed by a series of rapid footsteps. A dark purple figure walked from Edmund's right rear to the center of the side hall.

A dark-skinned witch with her hair pulled back in a high bun squinted as she scanned the uninvited guests one by one.

A well-dressed pure-blood wizard.

"That's astonishing, Albus. In the three or four hours I've been on my way to Washington, have you already been elected and become the new Minister of Magic?"

The current Minister of Magic, Eugenina Jenkins, spoke with sarcasm. The old witch tilted her head back, her hooked nose casting a distorted shadow, just like an eagle's beak.

"Oh, Eugenie, hello." Dumbledore nodded to her. "As for your question, let me think about it. I guess I don't."

The old wizard said sincerely.

"At least no one told me about this."

The two of them, working in tandem, quickly diminished Abraxas Malfoy's prestige by more than half.

"I lost my composure, Madam Minister."

However, old Malfoy was indeed flexible and adaptable. He nodded humbly, though a hint of gloom still lingered in his eyes, his tone was very respectful.

"As you know, Mr. Dumbledore taught me, and I have great respect for him."

Aha.

Edmund couldn't help but let out a strange smile.

Seeing him making faces, old Malfoy actually took the time to glare at him.

"If that's how you express your respect, Mr. Malfoy, then I'm certainly glad I just arrived."

Ms. Jenkins spoke indifferently.

"Your accusations are quite unbearable, Mr. Malfoy. If you wish to instruct the Ministry on how to conduct itself, it would be best to draft a formal document. We can then communicate in writing, in a more composed manner."

After Ms. Jenkins finished speaking, old Malfoy was about to speak. But she had already turned around, revealing a pained expression.

"By Merlin! Look at the mess you've made—the Ministry of Magic is not a gladiatorial arena!"

Ms. Jenkins strode forward, heading straight for the most severely injured Auror. Her mastery of magic was remarkably refined, and her healing spells were at the level of a healer.

Within a few breaths, the barely alive Auror regained consciousness. Upon seeing that the person who had saved him was the current minister, he almost subconsciously gave him a thumbs up, which was both funny and absurd.

Seeing this, Ms. Jenkins sighed again with worry. But she did not get up; instead, she supported the blood-stained Auror and looked with her aged, hawk-like eyes at the group of Squirrels who had already been brought under control.

"Argus Filch, Joanna Baggins, Tucker Copperpott—"

"I recognize your faces and names, Mr. Filch. I just signed your release order last week, didn't I?"

Ms. Jenkins spoke with anger.

"Is this how you repay my tolerance and understanding?"