Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 404, Section 398: I Hate Disloyal Subordinates

"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!"

One of the Wizengamot members couldn't sit still any longer. He stood up, got off his seat, and glared fiercely at the Death Eaters.

"I'll see who's behind this prank! Disrupting the trial deserves at least ten years in Azkaban!"

Then he addressed the staff members escorting the Death Eaters.

"You guys come with me."

After saying that, he led the group out of the courtroom in a menacing manner.

At that moment, everyone present was watching them as they walked out of the courtroom.

It seems nothing happened.

until

"Who are you? Don't you know the rule against disturbing others during trial?"

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the door from the Wesengamo member.

Before everyone could catch their breath, they heard terrified screams coming from outside the door.

"How is it you?!"

"No, this can't be?!"

Finally, the terrified scream turned into a piercing cry.

"what!"

The sounds outside the door stopped abruptly.

Everything returned to its previous silence.

"Hey, Thierry, what happened?!"

Someone couldn't contain themselves and shouted out the door.

However, there was no sound, no one answered him, and even the staff members who followed him out seemed to have disappeared.

A deathly silence.

"What happened?"

Having learned from past mistakes, no one dared to act rashly this time.

Everyone turned to look at Minister of Magic Fudge.

We await his instructions.

Fudge was expressionless and appeared very calm, giving people a very reliable feeling.

However, what Fudge was thinking at that moment was...

"Damn it, why isn't Percy here?"

"I should have brought him along."

But he couldn't just wait idly by, so he turned his gaze to Umbridge, signaling her to come up with an idea.

Umbridge was equally afraid, but she saw this as an opportunity, so she cleared her throat and prepared to speak.

"I"

A rustling sound came from outside the door.

Someone has come in.

"Oh, let's see what kind of people are hiding here."

"Oh, it's the officials from the Ministry of Magic."

A cold, emotionless voice rang out.

Suddenly, an extra person appeared in the first trial room.

Upon seeing the newcomer's appearance, all the wizards present in the room involuntarily trembled.

The black hood, long robe, signature bald head, and the overwhelming magical aura emanating from him all foreshadowed his identity.

The Death Eaters' attitude further confirmed the newcomer's identity.

"Owner!"

The Death Eaters all knelt down and prostrated themselves at each other's feet.

There can only be one person who could make the Death Eaters go to such lengths.

"Oh, Merlin. How is this possible!"

The wizards sitting in the stands were all surprised.

"I think I must be dreaming!"

"Haven't he already..."

Discussion arose.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I didn't die, or rather, I died and came back to life."

Voldemort's nonchalant tone sent a chill down the spines of the Ministry of Magic officials. They wanted to escape, but their only exit was blocked, and many of them were so weak in the knees that they couldn't even stand up.

Voldemort was pleased with their fear of him.

"So, the first question is, can anyone tell me who Fudge is?"

"If you can answer this question, I might consider letting him go."

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, Fudge felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his whole body turning ice-cold.

He now only hopes that others will not identify him.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than someone jumped out impatiently, pointing at him and shouting loudly.

"It's him! It's that man!"

Fudge never expected that the first person to identify him would be none other than his trusted confidant, Umbridge.

"very good."

Voldemort looked at Fudge, and then...

"Avada Kedavra eating a melon."

A flash of dark green light appeared, and Fudge's body collapsed to the ground with a thud, never to rise again.

"grateful."

Voldemort paused here, looking at Umbridge.

"Umbridge, sir."

Umbridge replied immediately; she was much more astute than the others and knew exactly what they were going to say.

She didn't even glance at her former employer, Fudge, from beginning to end.

For Umbridge right now, staying alive is the most important thing.

Voldemort nodded: "Thank you for your answer, Ms. Umbridge."

Just as Umbridge was about to reply with a smile, the green light flashed again.

Umbridge's pupils lost their color.

She probably never dreamed that someone would kill her as casually as crushing an ant.

"I've changed my mind."

"I hate disloyal subordinates."

Voldemort's tone remained completely calm.

With a gentle wave of his hand, several wands rose into the air and landed at the feet of the Death Eaters.

"Use these to free yourself from your constraints."

"Then, kill them all."

He never intended for anyone else here to leave alive.

Soon, the entire courtroom was filled with cries and pleas for mercy.

With each flash of green light, Voldemort and the Death Eaters were soon left standing in the trial room.

"Follow me."

Voldemort said to the Death Eaters, "Go to the Department of Mysteries."

He was going to the Hall of Prophecy in the Department of Mysteries to find the prophecy that he had only heard half of.

"Yes, Master."

A large group of people planned to head towards the ninth underground level.

"They're here!"

A powerful roar rang out, followed by countless footsteps.

A large number of wizards emerged from the passageway leading to the language room.

They were a group of Aurors, a group of fully equipped Aurors.

Not only the Aurors, but even the strikers responsible for fighting criminals came.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the Auror's chief of staff, was at the very front.

"A mere bunch of maggots!"

Voldemort first snorted coldly, then casually waved his hand, and a huge amount of magical power burst out in a strong wind as if it were free. For the first time, he took out his wand.

"I only need two spells to wipe you all out."

Those words, filled with murderous intent and killing intent, caused many Aurors to unconsciously take a step back.

The momentum that was just beginning to rise was instantly dissipated by a single sentence.

This is not just an ordinary sentence; it carries a seductive, bewitching power.

Even Hepzba Smith, a direct descendant of Hufflepuff, could not resist the seductive words of the Earth Demon.

"I'm sorry, Tom. I can't let you go any further."

Just as Voldemort was about to make his move, a white-robed wizard descended from the sky like a god.

"Dumbledore!" Voldemort stared intently at the newcomer with a cannibalistic gaze, almost grinding his back teeth to powder.

Dumbledore, the wizard Voldemort feared most.

(End of this chapter)