From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

However, he soon discovered with delight that, probably because the enemy had committed too many killings and he had brought too many Aurors out of fear, the ambushers had not anticipated this situation at all and were actually suppressed by the firepower.

After fighting for about seven or eight minutes, his bravest Aurors came to report that the enemy had been overwhelmed due to their small numbers and had fled in panic, leaving behind six corpses!

Upon hearing this news, Canada's Minister of Magic almost laughed—thankfully, he had called for enough Aurors!

What about our casualties?

He asked in a slightly sorrowful voice—under such a blow, you must…

Generous subsidies, followed by posthumous awards for meritorious service…

"No, we completely overwhelmed our opponents!"

The Auror who reported the news looked smug—killing six opponents without suffering any damage himself, what's there to be proud of?

However, just as he finished speaking, his leg was kicked from behind, and he immediately understood.

"Minister, there are still seven seriously injured Aurors and eleven accompanying strikers."

"Tell them to take good care of their injuries. The ministry will not mistreat any meritorious official."

The minister responded with a serious expression, but the joy in his eyes was impossible to hide.

"Let's go, let's see these audacious fellows—attempting an assassination, ha!"

Only now did he begin to feel a sense of lingering fear. If it weren't for the large number of Aurors and strikers he had brought, if he hadn't arrived late enough, if the Aurors hadn't kept recruiting...

"These Death Eaters..." He looked at the Death Eaters who had been killed with a puzzled expression and asked the people around him.

"Hmm, I think I've seen that before..."

“Yes, I’ve seen them before…they’re from over there.”

His doubts were quickly answered—everyone was almost killed by this group of people and was furious, so who would hide this?

Chapter 593 The Weakest Disguise

In the minister's office, Fudge had just finished eating at the ministry's new canteen and was walking happily toward his office.

He's been in a great mood lately—don't underestimate the small establishment of the canteen; he's clearly more popular in the department than before, and the thought of everyone eating together makes him feel like Dumbledore himself…

It sounds ridiculous that a Minister of Magic would envy the headmaster of a magic school… but that’s Dumbledore, after all.

"Speaking of which, have you heard? Albus has gone on another business trip," he suddenly thought of discussing this topic with his assistant. "Honestly, it's really enviable that he can entrust things to another person without any worries."

The assistant smiled awkwardly but didn't agree, saying, "You're still young and need to shoulder more responsibility."

A deputy minister who had intended to help died in Azkaban, and he knows what to say now.

"Ah, yes, bearing responsibility and doing things for the Ministry of Magic always requires considering more. I cannot let down the expectations of those supporters."

Fudge smiled, about to say a few more words, when a staff member from the International Department of Magical Cooperation rushed over, his face visibly flustered and anxious. He seemed relieved only upon seeing Fudge, then leaned closer, "Minister, I have something important to report..."

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"Dark Mark and assassination?"

When Fudge heard these words in his office, he was completely stunned.

Even though he had been preparing for this for a long time, the news still made him somewhat flustered.

It took him quite a while to realize that the incident hadn't occurred in England, but in Canada—yes, the Dark Lord was in America.

"Issue the order: martial law is to be declared nationwide... Increase the number of striker positions and the number of patrol strikers; instruct the Auror office to be on high alert..."

'I've made contingency plans, what else was there...'

He tried hard to appear less nervous—but even so, he still startled his assistant and the staff member who came to report. They had never imagined that their minister could still be so calm and composed in the face of real danger.

"Minister..." After a long while, the assistant finally realized a very important question, "Could it be an imitator?"

"Yes, it's not certain yet..."

Fudge finally realized his lapse in composure, but he quickly regained his composure. "We can't risk the safety of the public if the mysterious figure reappears..."

“Command the mole to get to work,” he straightened his wizarding robes to make himself look more composed. “Start the investigation in the American magical community—didn’t the Canadians say it was the American strikers who did it? Then investigate that first.”

"Immediately publish an announcement in the newspapers about our martial law measures—we need to let the public know that we can protect them!"

Although events from over a decade ago proved that the Ministry of Magic's current manpower was insufficient for protection, and the mysterious figure also knew that the Ministry of Magic was running out of Auror and strikers—but it didn't matter. All they needed to do was let the public know that they were being protected.

"Yes, Minister!"

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"Condemnation and condemnation?"

Inside the Italian Ministry of Magic, everyone was engrossed in the latest intelligence report and engaged in heated discussions—the Canadian Ministry of Magic, across the ocean, had issued a new statement protesting the assassination attempt on its Minister by personnel sent by the Magical Congress of the United States, as well as the multiple murders committed.

"The Dark Mark has reappeared..."

Everyone knows about that mysterious person from Britain, but it is generally accepted that he was defeated by a child who survived a great ordeal more than a decade ago.

"Is it a clumsy imitator, a Death Eater, or perhaps, that one?"

The ministry was in an uproar over this intelligence—if the imitators were right, then the Canadian Ministry of Magic was far too weak; if the Death Eaters were right, it wasn't impossible—look how much the British Ministry of Magic had been infiltrated by Death Eaters, even the Deputy Minister was a high-ranking Death Eater…

But the worst-case scenario isn't impossible either—the Dark Lord really has returned, and now he's taken over the Magical Congress of the United States and is making moves to bring the Canadian Ministry of Magic under his control…

This isn't impossible, and given what's happened at the Magical Congress of America, it really could happen...

"This is really a headache... even just copying Grindelwald's approach and using his name would be better..."

Even the Minister of Magic himself was a little annoyed—the Dark Lord had returned, but how did he end up at the American Ministry of Magic?

How are we supposed to choose? America is too far away, while Britain is nearby—if you resurrect in Britain, they can simply choose sides after the battle is over, but if you're in America, it means you'll have to choose sides first in actual combat…

"We can't even establish a decent magic school... we only have small schools and correspondence courses, as well as traditional master-apprentice teaching... we absolutely cannot afford such a huge loss..."

"Inform the public about what's happening there and let them handle it... If necessary, run away..." He covered his forehead and gave orders to his assistant. "We must be on the right side and strive to minimize the losses for our people."

"By the way, through private channels, have those non-pure-blooded wizards prepare to escape to Australia."

He thought for a moment and then reminded his assistant.

“Those British wizards loathe that place because it is a natural Azkaban, so even that mysterious man wouldn’t like to go there—when the laws of secrecy weren’t so strict, those purebloods had too much of an impression of that place.”

"You don't have a high opinion of the British Ministry of Magic?"

“Yes, if it’s all true,” the Italian Minister of Magic sighed, “if he has taken over a magical world, then those who couldn’t stop him back then don’t have much chance of stopping him now. We can’t expect that boy who survived to kill him again—he hasn’t even graduated yet…”

"That's decided then, but we still need to go to England now to see what they think—before that mysterious person calls..."

“Yes, Minister.” The assistant noted it down, but the Minister then added, as if remembering something, “By the way, mobilize intelligence personnel to investigate what exactly happened at the Magical Congress of America. Although it’s unlikely—but what if it’s a prank?”

But he himself didn't have much hope—who would play a prank on something like this?

"The Dark Mark?"

When Bella received the information, she was so shocked she couldn't close her mouth.

The Black Mark in Canada?

Who did this? Has the master started making his move? First, take down the Magical Congress of the United States, and then wipe out the Canadian Ministry of Magic in one fell swoop?

'This is too...'

Her eyes were filled with excitement—when this unimaginable scene actually happened, she even felt like crying.

Over the years, she has always considered herself a sufficiently radical and excellent Death Eater. She has spared no effort in following in the footsteps of the great Dark Lord, gradually strengthening the power of the Death Eaters.

However, even she lost her goals and motivation after taking control of the entire Magic Congress. All she could think about was building up Iphamoni and consolidating her power. She never considered anything else.

She even felt a little ashamed and panicked—it turned out that, without realizing it, she had become a conservative under the Dark Lord.

Has she fallen behind those purgers, and is she no longer even able to help establish a massive new magic system?

She even worried that the position of schoolmaster of Ephamoni might be given to her as a way to retire, merely as a reward for her loyalty in the first half of her life, and that they would be replaced by younger, more energetic Death Eaters, just like the first generation of Death Eaters.

'But I could have done it! If it were me, how could the assassination have failed!'

'If it were me, I would absolutely not let that Canadian Minister of Magic live, absolutely not!'

'No, I can't stay in that damned Iphamonny anymore. This place has become a prison preventing me from contributing to the Dark Lord. I will personally take down the Canadian Ministry of Magic for the Dark Lord, so that everyone will know that we Death Eaters are still loyally united under his command!'

With this thought in mind, Bella didn't even have time to deal with her daily affairs. She hurriedly headed towards the office where the Dark Lord usually stayed—she had to tell the Dark Lord about her loyalty and then personally take charge of the subsequent actions.

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"It's out of control..."

Bertha was frantically dealing with all sorts of documents, but they were increasing at a rate far beyond her capacity—she only learned this morning, when she arrived at the Magical Congress to work, that a note from Canada had already been sent out.

"Don't panic, Bertha... Even though the Dark Lord didn't inform you, you still need to do the cleanup work."

Thanks to her previous work at the Ministry of Magic, she could barely handle the documents—they were simply denying it, claiming ignorance, and stating that the investigation was ongoing…

'It was too rushed, too rushed, there was absolutely no notification...'

She really didn't know what the Dark Lord was thinking. To confirm this, she had specially sent a messenger owl to ask him, but now she could only use some high-sounding polite words to deflect the question.

Admitting it is wrong, but denying it is also wrong—the Dark Lord will eventually have to reveal his identity, and he can't afford to appear weak in terms of presence... The Dark Lord of yesteryear dared to openly declare his beliefs; if he cowers in the background now...

'Hurry up...'

She prayed silently in her heart, because the atmosphere in the parliament was becoming increasingly strange—the new Magic Parliament had not been established for long, and even the complacent employees had not yet fully accepted the new government.

In this situation, those missing Purgers could no longer hide. They could play dumb with outsiders, but how could they not know what was going on inside?

The blood feuds sown in the past have not been forgotten, and many office workers wear strange expressions—they feel that they are not working for the new government, but have been deceived, exploited, and misled…

Even a little bit of face would be acceptable—not only did they directly attack the Minister of Magic of Canada, but they also released so many Dark Marks; it's just too unsettling…

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"...Remember this, black magic is such a mysterious thing; we've had far too many misunderstandings about it before..."

Voldemort finished his class with satisfaction and prepared to return to his office to remove his disguise and get some rest—he was quite pleased with the current situation, and these students, once they graduated, would likely bring a lot of new blood to his Death Eater ranks.

Once the system is fully established and there are more people available, he can reveal his identity and openly announce his ideas. At that time, the Magic Congress of the United States will be completely in his hands, and his ideas can be truly implemented.

"Dumbledore, you can just helplessly watch everything unfold in England. Ilfamoni is mine, and Hogwarts won't escape either—I'm going to take over the whole world..."

He was in an unusually good mood, and even smiled when he saw Bella at the door of his office—Bella had been working diligently and very well lately, and Evamony was currently transforming well into a new generation of Death Eater training base.

However, before he could figure out how to express his appreciation for Bella's hard work during this time, Bella had already bowed down with an expression of adoration.