In the Apocalypse, I Can Enter Hogwarts

Chapter 425 Execution on the Spot

3 PM.

On the banks of the Thames, the Elizabethan Tower, also known as Big Ben.

Even after six months of no maintenance, it still accurately tells the city the time on the hour.

The deep, resonant sound calmed many restless people, and as the radio broadcast it, the soothing chimes echoed throughout the world.

Whether watching on TV or the radio, or being there in person, everyone was instantly energized; it was time.

"Look at the sky!" Among the wizards hidden nearby, one with sharp eyes noticed the anomaly in the distant sky.

As time went on, not only wizards, but also media reporters and werewolves who survived, more and more people turned their attention to the sky.

Dark black and deep gray clouds churned and surged, as if some unknown creature was stirring things up inside.

Then, a section in the very center of the cloud suddenly turned orange-red, and the scorching flames burned through the thick cloud layer, forming a brilliant pillar of light that shone down to the ground like a dazzling firework.

The crowd below, who had been eagerly anticipating the event, stirred slightly with gasps and exclamations—"It's a dragon!"

As more people looked up, a huge, ferocious, and terrifying silver-white creature appeared and disappeared in the clouds.

Its dense, thick white scales, bronze horns gleaming coldly on its head, and enormous, emotionless gray-white eyes gazing down at the world below, exuding an aura of icy chill and carnage.

This is a massive Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon, the largest known living dragon species, with a body length exceeding 30 meters. Even the ferocious Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon looks like a little brother in comparison.

The appearance of the mythical creature intimidated the werewolves, the survivors below.

It's actually easy to understand. After all, just six months ago they were just ordinary people from the bottom of society. In Western culture, the fear of ferocious dragons is deeply ingrained, just like how ordinary wizards are afraid of werewolves.

"Let's go down." Ian stood on the dragon's head, looking at the thick clouds beside him, and said calmly, "Keep them under control and don't let them react too much. The dragon's purpose is only to deter."

Soon, a reply came from the clouds: "Don't worry, Principal Titus! After the dragon's breath, they'll be kept in their place."

"That's great!"

After saying that, Ian leaped into the air.

After gliding freely for a few seconds, a deep blue magic nebula suddenly rose up beside him, keeping Ian firmly suspended in mid-air.

As if this were a signal, the clouds began to churn violently, and countless Ministry of Magic employees, riding brooms, dressed in uniform black robes and wearing tall wizard hats, shot out from the clouds like arrows.

After descending from the sky, they then lined up neatly behind Ian.

Silence, solemnity.

Although there were only about two thousand wizards, the aura rising from mid-air steadily suppressed the twenty thousand werewolves below.

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and surprise, a huge roar came from the sky, and countless orange-red flames rose up.

Australian Antelope, Welsh Green Dragon, Chinese Fireball Dragon, Hesidean Black Dragon, Swedish Short-nosed Dragon... various huge and ferocious dragons flashed by.

The clouds that had lingered over London for days were finally shattered under the ravages of these ancient creatures.

Soft sunlight streamed through the gaps in the clouds, casting beams of light that shone on Ian and the wizards from the Ministry of Magic behind him. The wizards in mid-air resembled the gods of Mount Olympus in Greek mythology, each radiating a dazzling aura.

Especially Ian, who is floating in mid-air at the very front, with his exquisite and three-dimensional features, made even more relatable as a portrayal of Zeus, the king of the gods in mythology, under the reflection of the magic nebula and golden sunlight.

This scene, broadcast live via satellite to all parts of the world, is enough to leave an unforgettable impression on many people for a lifetime.

At that moment, Ian extended his finger and gently tapped his throat, his voice booming as the magic activated.

"A disaster has swept through our once peaceful and beautiful world, and the loss of countless lives is undoubtedly a tragedy."

Ian's voice was calm and emotional, and as he spoke, many people seemed to recall their daily lives before the fungal invasion—happy and ordinary.

"Similarly, this disaster has caused many people to lose friends, relatives, and loved ones... to the point that the survivors live in grief and hatred. Of course! I have no right to ask any of you to forgive others."

As he said this, Ian paused deliberately for a few seconds.

"We seem to always be wandering in search of the meaning of life, but this is just a cover-up that we haven't yet found a place we want to settle down. After all, as long as we live, life will continue..."

Ian's words spread around the world through television and radio, prompting not only Muggles and wizards, but also many surviving werewolves to reflect.

"However, let the future be the future!" Ian suddenly changed the subject, his tone becoming somewhat stern.

"But no amount of grief or hatred can justify inflicting violence on innocent people!"

At this point, Ian reached out and pointed towards the werewolf below.

"You have the right to retaliate! But you cannot recklessly harm other survivors, who, like you, are suffering the pain of losing loved ones."

These words were also a well-thought-out statement by Ian, aimed at controlling the scope of the conflict and dividing the werewolf group, since the number of 6 million was truly terrifying.

To put it bluntly, it's about cracking down on some, recruiting others, and keeping an eye on others.

Moreover, in his mind, the surviving werewolves undoubtedly have the right to take revenge.

But if you want revenge, you should target the right people, the Muggle elites and high-ranking officials, instead of reaching out to the weak who are also victims.

"Ms. Burns!"

With a soft call from Ian, Amiraa Burns, Head of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic of England, rode out of the procession on a broomstick.

Holding a wand to his throat in one hand and a piece of antique parchment in the other, he loudly proclaimed:

「大不列颠及北爱尔兰魔法部政令：大伦敦西敏市牛津街狼人聚集地，1995年7月13日，非法掳掠拘禁怀特岛120名倖存者女性……1995年7月31日残忍杀害康尔沃郡35名倖存者，并且侮辱死者尸体……」

One by one, as Ms. Burns read aloud, the crimes of the werewolves lurking here were revealed to the public.

This includes the appalling behavior of some women and even girls. Even in the eco-city, Harry's uncle Vernon couldn't help but clench his hands and curse these beasts.

About fifteen minutes.

"...The Ministry of Magic, after discussion at the Wizengamor Conference, has decided as follows: the 21354 werewolves on Oxford Street shall be executed on the spot without arrest or trial."

Ms. Burns delivered the verdict with a resounding voice.

As she finished speaking, cheers erupted all over the world, and even many surviving werewolves cheered.

There's nothing we can do. Those people on Oxford Street have gone too far; their actions are utterly outrageous.

Unlike the cheers of the others, the eyes of the more than 20,000 werewolves who had gathered at this moment turned fierce upon hearing the execution.

Countless people picked up the weapons they had been hiding, firearms of various calibers, light and heavy machine guns, and even some RPG rocket launchers.

After all, although the Muggles moved into the eco-city, many things were not completely moved away, and these conventional weapons were among those that slipped through the net.

Xiao Di will strive to finish the story in the next chapter. I might take a while to write today, but I will try my best and not drag it out until tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)