Chapter 262 Retribution
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
"What is the Blood Curse?" Harry had never heard of the curse.
And Ron said suddenly: "A very evil curse that can make the cursed person weak to death, and it will be passed on to future generations. It's terrible."
Harry looked at Ron strangely, and Ron also noticed Harry's eyes, and said quickly: "The story my father told us before was about the Greengrass family. I heard before that their family seems to have a strange disease."
"Astoria's uncle died of an inherited blood curse. As long as they were found to have a blood curse, they wouldn't even give him treatment, because after so many years, none of them were really treated successfully."
Draco lowered his head again, the atmosphere completely sank, and Eli felt a little speechless.
Magic is miraculous. Many Muggle illnesses are minor injuries in front of magic. Even cancer is not a serious illness at all in the wizarding world.
The healing effect in the magic world is very extreme. For diseases and injuries that can be cured, such as bone fractures, a bottle of potion and a spell may be able to cure them in the blink of an eye.
But for those who cannot be cured, they are completely helpless, and there is no way at all.
It's like the Longbottom couple who were tortured mad by the Cruciatus Curse many times. They have been in St. Mungo's, but they haven't been cured after all these years.
This feeling is the same as a Muggle being diagnosed with a terminal illness. Even wizards cannot escape this pain.
Astoria would go exactly the same way as her blood-cursed ancestors did—weakened to death.
So Astoria has always been a weak posture, because her body is weakening with age.
No wonder Daphne valued her sister so much.
Depressed emotions spread in everyone's hearts, and it was difficult for them to say words of comfort, because if someone they cared about was terminally ill, they would not perform better than Draco.
Until they left the school infirmary, they couldn't relieve the depression well.
After sending Draco back to the bedroom, Eli came to the dungeon alone, where only Umbridge is now being held.
This guy's wand had been taken away a long time ago, and the skin on his face was the same as Kreacher's. It seemed that Draco's magic trick was not bad at all.
Eli appeared at the entrance of the dungeon, the only light was blocked by his body, and Umbridge, who was curled up in the corner, scrambled to his feet.
"Let me go, I'm a senior official of the Ministry of Magic!", she yelled this sentence repeatedly.
In the past, she didn't need to reveal her identity in person, and people would be afraid of her and make way for her.
But when one day she had to call out her proud identity by herself, this was the time when she couldn't deter anyone.
"How does it feel here? I've been here for seven days."
Eli opened the door of the dungeon, Umbridge saw the right moment and was about to rush over, but when Eli raised his hand, she was thrown to the ground.
"What are you running for? As the principal, don't you have a good experience of the environment that my dear students have experienced?"
A faint light shot from behind Eli. He seemed like a ghost who had just stepped out of hell. He couldn't see his face clearly, but it made Umbridge terrified.
She seemed to see those who had been tortured by her, she screamed a few times, then struggled on the ground.
Eli used magic to force her to stay awake. She was a good weapon to take down Fudge, but she couldn't just make her go crazy or die.
Looking at Umbridge in such a mess, Eli couldn't even arouse the interest of mocking her.
He pointed his wand at Umbridge, and kept chanting strange and complicated syllables.
Strange magic power continuously drilled into Umbridge's body, and then thoroughly attached to her flesh and blood like tarsal maggots.
Feeling the strangeness in his body, Umbridge fumbled hastily, "What did you do, what did you do to me!"
Eli just glanced at her, "I can't die."
Leaving such a cold sentence behind, Eli walked out of the dungeon directly.
The gates closed again, and only Umbridge's shouts echoed from the dungeon.
Eli had just put a curse on Umbridge called the Blood Curse.
People possessed by the blood curse are called blood curse orcs. As the name suggests, such people have the ability to transform into animals, but unlike Animagus or beast masters, the souls of beasts will gradually dominate the body. , they will completely turn into animals.
Eli injects the soul of a toad into Umbridge's body, and she will be able to actively experience the feeling of being a toad.
And after many years, she will never be able to return to her human form after transforming into a toad.
After doing all this, Eli didn't even hesitate.
Such an extremely evil person is naturally not worthy of sympathy.
Ironically, Umbridge was able to summon a Patronus, and it was a cat.
After Hermione knew about this, she immediately began to dislike her Patronus.
Some evil dark wizards like Death Eaters are unable to summon Patronuses, because Patronuses need positive, happy memories.
Most of the evil people have a process of their minds being distorted, and they know very clearly that they are doing evil.
There may be some thrill in doing evil, but it's also twisted.
No one has ever really entertained themselves by torturing others. Their minds have been completely reversed, and doing evil is just a game for them.
Umbridge is this kind of person, who is so evil that she doesn't even feel that she is doing evil, and is so evil that she needs to torture others to gain happiness.
Such people must be wiped out, and if they are alive, they will use their utmost efforts to release their malice.
In this world, death is not the best punishment. There is a saying that life is better than death.
Imprisoning Umbridge's soul forever in the body of a humble, ugly toad was the worst possible punishment for her.
……
Umbridge is quickly taken out of the dungeon, but what awaits her is not redemption, but judgment.
Since the evidence is conclusive, with the efforts of the Order of the Phoenix, it can be said to be as solid as a mountain of evidence.
Fudge was directly removed from all positions and titles, fell from the ministerial throne, and fell right on the bench.
Once he belonged to the upper seat, high above, surrounded by stars.
Now, he sat in the suffocated chair he used to look down on.
Fudge looked much older, his hair, once meticulously combed, now a mess.
It seems that during this period of time, I have been scratching my head a lot.
He didn't dare to look up, and hid his head low, the pressure swept from all directions.
"Cornel Oswald Fudge, since he became the Minister of Magic in 1990, has repeatedly used power for personal gain, illegally released prisoners, accepted bribes, participated in unfair business competition, and did not pay for medicines..."
"I admit it, I admit it!", Fudge shouted loudly from below, he knew that he must go to Azkaban, and now he just hoped not to continue reading.
Scrimgeour frowned looking at the long list of crimes, what the hell is it that he didn't pay for the medicine?What is fishing at work?
But as the acting minister, he must strictly abide by the regulations of his post. After sitting on this sacred trial seat, he just wants to finish reading!
"...Nude in the office, stealing toilet paper from the Ministry of Magic toilets, and working overtime maliciously. Cornelius Oswald Fudge, do you admit to the above crimes?"
Scrimgeour's majestic and dignified voice resounded very clearly and resonantly throughout the entire courtroom, and it was quiet around, no one spoke.
Fudge's whole body was about to shrivel up, his voice was as small as a little fly, "I admit..."
"Pfft...", there were some uncontrollable laughter around.
Most of Fudge's crimes are not very bad things, nothing more than corruption and the like, and there are some financial crimes.
Fudge's temperament is weak, and he may not be able to do anything diabolical, which is far from his subordinate Umbridge.
When he sat on the seat of being judged, he couldn't think of struggling any more, he just wanted to save some pitiful face.
But obviously, the face is gone now.
And Ron said suddenly: "A very evil curse that can make the cursed person weak to death, and it will be passed on to future generations. It's terrible."
Harry looked at Ron strangely, and Ron also noticed Harry's eyes, and said quickly: "The story my father told us before was about the Greengrass family. I heard before that their family seems to have a strange disease."
"Astoria's uncle died of an inherited blood curse. As long as they were found to have a blood curse, they wouldn't even give him treatment, because after so many years, none of them were really treated successfully."
Draco lowered his head again, the atmosphere completely sank, and Eli felt a little speechless.
Magic is miraculous. Many Muggle illnesses are minor injuries in front of magic. Even cancer is not a serious illness at all in the wizarding world.
The healing effect in the magic world is very extreme. For diseases and injuries that can be cured, such as bone fractures, a bottle of potion and a spell may be able to cure them in the blink of an eye.
But for those who cannot be cured, they are completely helpless, and there is no way at all.
It's like the Longbottom couple who were tortured mad by the Cruciatus Curse many times. They have been in St. Mungo's, but they haven't been cured after all these years.
This feeling is the same as a Muggle being diagnosed with a terminal illness. Even wizards cannot escape this pain.
Astoria would go exactly the same way as her blood-cursed ancestors did—weakened to death.
So Astoria has always been a weak posture, because her body is weakening with age.
No wonder Daphne valued her sister so much.
Depressed emotions spread in everyone's hearts, and it was difficult for them to say words of comfort, because if someone they cared about was terminally ill, they would not perform better than Draco.
Until they left the school infirmary, they couldn't relieve the depression well.
After sending Draco back to the bedroom, Eli came to the dungeon alone, where only Umbridge is now being held.
This guy's wand had been taken away a long time ago, and the skin on his face was the same as Kreacher's. It seemed that Draco's magic trick was not bad at all.
Eli appeared at the entrance of the dungeon, the only light was blocked by his body, and Umbridge, who was curled up in the corner, scrambled to his feet.
"Let me go, I'm a senior official of the Ministry of Magic!", she yelled this sentence repeatedly.
In the past, she didn't need to reveal her identity in person, and people would be afraid of her and make way for her.
But when one day she had to call out her proud identity by herself, this was the time when she couldn't deter anyone.
"How does it feel here? I've been here for seven days."
Eli opened the door of the dungeon, Umbridge saw the right moment and was about to rush over, but when Eli raised his hand, she was thrown to the ground.
"What are you running for? As the principal, don't you have a good experience of the environment that my dear students have experienced?"
A faint light shot from behind Eli. He seemed like a ghost who had just stepped out of hell. He couldn't see his face clearly, but it made Umbridge terrified.
She seemed to see those who had been tortured by her, she screamed a few times, then struggled on the ground.
Eli used magic to force her to stay awake. She was a good weapon to take down Fudge, but she couldn't just make her go crazy or die.
Looking at Umbridge in such a mess, Eli couldn't even arouse the interest of mocking her.
He pointed his wand at Umbridge, and kept chanting strange and complicated syllables.
Strange magic power continuously drilled into Umbridge's body, and then thoroughly attached to her flesh and blood like tarsal maggots.
Feeling the strangeness in his body, Umbridge fumbled hastily, "What did you do, what did you do to me!"
Eli just glanced at her, "I can't die."
Leaving such a cold sentence behind, Eli walked out of the dungeon directly.
The gates closed again, and only Umbridge's shouts echoed from the dungeon.
Eli had just put a curse on Umbridge called the Blood Curse.
People possessed by the blood curse are called blood curse orcs. As the name suggests, such people have the ability to transform into animals, but unlike Animagus or beast masters, the souls of beasts will gradually dominate the body. , they will completely turn into animals.
Eli injects the soul of a toad into Umbridge's body, and she will be able to actively experience the feeling of being a toad.
And after many years, she will never be able to return to her human form after transforming into a toad.
After doing all this, Eli didn't even hesitate.
Such an extremely evil person is naturally not worthy of sympathy.
Ironically, Umbridge was able to summon a Patronus, and it was a cat.
After Hermione knew about this, she immediately began to dislike her Patronus.
Some evil dark wizards like Death Eaters are unable to summon Patronuses, because Patronuses need positive, happy memories.
Most of the evil people have a process of their minds being distorted, and they know very clearly that they are doing evil.
There may be some thrill in doing evil, but it's also twisted.
No one has ever really entertained themselves by torturing others. Their minds have been completely reversed, and doing evil is just a game for them.
Umbridge is this kind of person, who is so evil that she doesn't even feel that she is doing evil, and is so evil that she needs to torture others to gain happiness.
Such people must be wiped out, and if they are alive, they will use their utmost efforts to release their malice.
In this world, death is not the best punishment. There is a saying that life is better than death.
Imprisoning Umbridge's soul forever in the body of a humble, ugly toad was the worst possible punishment for her.
……
Umbridge is quickly taken out of the dungeon, but what awaits her is not redemption, but judgment.
Since the evidence is conclusive, with the efforts of the Order of the Phoenix, it can be said to be as solid as a mountain of evidence.
Fudge was directly removed from all positions and titles, fell from the ministerial throne, and fell right on the bench.
Once he belonged to the upper seat, high above, surrounded by stars.
Now, he sat in the suffocated chair he used to look down on.
Fudge looked much older, his hair, once meticulously combed, now a mess.
It seems that during this period of time, I have been scratching my head a lot.
He didn't dare to look up, and hid his head low, the pressure swept from all directions.
"Cornel Oswald Fudge, since he became the Minister of Magic in 1990, has repeatedly used power for personal gain, illegally released prisoners, accepted bribes, participated in unfair business competition, and did not pay for medicines..."
"I admit it, I admit it!", Fudge shouted loudly from below, he knew that he must go to Azkaban, and now he just hoped not to continue reading.
Scrimgeour frowned looking at the long list of crimes, what the hell is it that he didn't pay for the medicine?What is fishing at work?
But as the acting minister, he must strictly abide by the regulations of his post. After sitting on this sacred trial seat, he just wants to finish reading!
"...Nude in the office, stealing toilet paper from the Ministry of Magic toilets, and working overtime maliciously. Cornelius Oswald Fudge, do you admit to the above crimes?"
Scrimgeour's majestic and dignified voice resounded very clearly and resonantly throughout the entire courtroom, and it was quiet around, no one spoke.
Fudge's whole body was about to shrivel up, his voice was as small as a little fly, "I admit..."
"Pfft...", there were some uncontrollable laughter around.
Most of Fudge's crimes are not very bad things, nothing more than corruption and the like, and there are some financial crimes.
Fudge's temperament is weak, and he may not be able to do anything diabolical, which is far from his subordinate Umbridge.
When he sat on the seat of being judged, he couldn't think of struggling any more, he just wanted to save some pitiful face.
But obviously, the face is gone now.
