Chapter 513 Les: It's time to show you what real magic is.

The four deans and the headmaster of Hogwarts, Dumbledore, gathered in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

Umbridge's body was covered with a white cloth. Since she died by beheading, her originally short stature now looked even shorter.

Covered by the white cloth, it was even difficult to tell whether she was lying horizontally or vertically.

"It's not dark magic, it's the Cutting Curse." After analyzing the cause of Umbridge's death, Professor McGonagall came to an astonishing conclusion: the cause of death of the senior deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic was the simplest and most basic Cutting Curse.

This is a spell that the little wizards of Hogwarts will be exposed to in the first grade. Basically, every wizard can use it, but normal people use this spell to cut vegetables and fruits such as potatoes and onions, so how can it be used to behead people!

And how can an ordinary Cutting Curse have such great power?

Dumbledore, Flitwick and Snape all had a look of surprise on their faces, only Helga looked normal.

She was mentally prepared for today's situation. Salazar had given face to the three old friends by not killing all the students in class.

This may be related to the fact that the students in class at that time were from Gryffindor and Slytherin and Godric was also present.

"Let's notify the Ministry of Magic first." A trace of fatigue flashed in Dumbledore's eyes.

These troubles he encountered recently really made him a little exhausted. After understanding the cause and effect of the matter with the students present, his first reaction was to let the people from the Ministry of Magic intervene and appease Fudge's emotions to prevent him from having any misunderstandings.

Dumbledore's response cannot be said to be wrong, but the problem is that the current minister is Fudge.

Fudge has now fallen into a state of depravity.

In a sense, he is Voldemort's most capable Death Eater, who successfully delayed Dumbledore for a whole year, allowing Voldemort to gain the most precious time for development.

But Dumbledore had no choice, because Umbridge died in Hogwarts, and he had to notify the Ministry of Magic.

Fudge was shocked and angry when he heard the news.

He did not hesitate and directly summoned all the Aurors in the Auror Office. At the same time, he also called the reporter of the Daily Prophet.

He even transferred the Dementors from Azkaban.

After the people and monsters were gathered, he led such a large group of people to rush to Hogwarts.

But as soon as he arrived at the gate of Hogwarts, he encountered what he thought was a show of strength: Dumbledore refused to let his Dementors enter Hogwarts.

"Intolerable!" Fudge blushed, "Does he think Hogwarts is his private property? I am the Minister of Magic, I have the power to decide who my guards are!"

The faces of the accompanying Aurors changed a little.

As the elite among wizards, Aurors still have a certain arrogance. Minister Fudge's clear attitude of not trusting the Auror Office is really infuriating. And the more capable the Auror is, the more intense his dissatisfaction is.

However, although Fudge had a huge grudge in his heart, Dumbledore's attitude was uncharacteristically firm: Dementors must not be allowed to enter Hogwarts.

Everyone has not forgotten the big mess that the Dementors caused in Hogwarts two years ago, and this is also a very reasonable request.

After outputting to the air for a full minute, Fudge looked at the reporter of the Daily Prophet fiercely and told them to write down his experience today in tomorrow's press release without missing a word.

After deploying the Dementors at the gate of Hogwarts and telling them to wait for him to return, Fudge led the Aurors and reporters into Hogwarts.

Rice looked at the Dementors wandering outside the school gate, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

He really couldn't stand it. What's the difference between this behavior and letting a pet dog poop at someone else's door?

Rice took out the snake-shaped wand.

Rowena was right. He was indeed much weaker than before, and the domain he was proud of could not be used in this world.

But if you think that losing a few domains can turn you into a fangless snake, you are totally wrong. As long as his essence as a wizard has not changed, he is still the same Salazar Slytherin.

Why was Umbridge killed by a simple and childish spell? Why didn't she dodge? Didn't she want to?

Rice felt that if he could figure this out, his strength would suddenly rise to a higher level.

"Let me think... what is the name of that spell? Oh, right - Expecto Patronus!" Rice raised his wand and casually awakened some happy memories of the past according to the book. A silver python fell from the tip of his wand and swam quickly on the ground.

"Interesting, interesting!" Rice looked at the python in front of him, coiled up, with its head raised and its tongue spitting out, and he couldn't help but feel extremely happy. The bad mood that Fudge brought to him was dispelled a lot.

"The person who invented this spell is really a little genius!" Rice teased his patronus and pushed it towards the Dementor.

"Go ahead, show me how you are different from other magic!"

After receiving the order, the Patronus rushed towards the two Dementors at a very fast speed.

The Patronus that appeared out of nowhere really scared the two Dementors. They tried to escape, but how could the Patronus that received the order from Les let them escape?

The silver python stretched and retracted, and swam to the side of the Dementors at an astonishing speed, then stretched out its head and wrapped its tail around the two Dementors tightly.

The Dementors caught by the patronus screamed miserably, and the python shrank its body with all its strength, causing the two Dementors to make bones crack.

Les nodded repeatedly as he looked at the patronus that easily controlled the Dementors.

This spell seemed quite good to him. Not only could it catch Dementors, but it could also be summoned to entertain him at ordinary times.

Under the strong strangulation, the two Dementors finally couldn't resist, and after two explosions, they turned into two wisps of black smoke and dissipated.

"Very good." After cleaning up the garbage at the door of his house, Les hid his figure and disappeared on the spot.

Fudge didn't know that the guards he brought with him had been attacked by Les at this moment. He was standing in front of Umbridge's body and crying.

"Dolores, I'm too late!" He cried as he tried to put Umbridge's head back on her neck.

As a wizard, Fudge didn't need surgical sutures or anything like that to sew it up. A simple spell could glue the head and neck together.

But even if Fudge had repaired Umbridge's body, the high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic was already dead.

Now her soul might have taken the reincarnation train between coming and going.

After wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes and then using magic to clean the blood on his hands without leaving a trace, Fudge looked at the Hogwarts teachers standing in front of him with angry eyes.

"So who murdered our dear and dedicated Dolores?!"

Snape raised his eyebrows and said in a confused tone: "It was Les Lint. More than twenty people witnessed him arguing with Professor Umbridge, and then he used magic to cut off her head."

"Huh?!" Fudge had an incredible expression on his face. He never expected that the murderer would be the boy from the Lint family?

He thought it was ridiculous. During the summer vacation, Les Lint's uncle Lucius Lint donated a large sum of money to the Ministry. Their family was his staunch supporter. He was very familiar with the boy and knew his temper. How could he do such a thing?

Fudge thought for a second and came to his own conclusion.

Imperius Curse! It must be the Imperius Curse!

Imperius Curse, a universal excuse. The higher the status of the suspect, the more convincing this reason is.

After the fall of the mysterious man, his followers, except for the diehards, basically used this reason to get away with it. Especially for wizards from pure-blood families, basically, as long as they say that they were cast under the Imperius Curse and that they were forced, they can be released on the spot.

Lucius Lint, Crabbe Sr., Goyle Sr., they all used this reason.

But today, Fudge really believed that Les Lint was cast under the Imperius Curse, and the suspect was standing in the team in front of him!

"Has Les Lint behaved abnormally recently?" Fudge did not ask the professors in front of him, but turned to the students who were called in.

"Yes!" Pansy Parkinson stood up impatiently and told Fudge all about Les's abnormal behavior on the Hogwarts Express.

'Sure enough! ' Fudge had no doubts in his heart. Les Lint had been cast under the Imperius Curse before entering Hogwarts.

His eyes swept over the group of teachers headed by Dumbledore, and he looked like he could not trust them at all.

Now, the professors of Hogwarts were angry.

"Cornelly, are you doubting that we have cast the Imperius Curse on Les Lint?" Professor McGonagall asked directly.

"Ah, this, well, it can only be said that it is a foregone conclusion that Les Lint has been cast the Imperius Curse." Fudge could not directly say what he was thinking, mainly because he had no evidence.

But he had written his thoughts on his face, and it made no difference whether he said it or not.

Soon, another Slytherin student reported that the relationship between Les and Godric was a little abnormal.

"They usually... well, the relationship is not that good..."

Although it was said very tactfully, Fudge still understood it.

Godric and Les had a bad relationship, but it suddenly became better after the start of school this year. There must be something fishy about it!

He walked in front of Godric, who looked at him with a smile and took out his wand directly from his arms.

Fudge was frightened and almost called the Auror to come and capture the red-haired boy.

"Minister, you can check my wand to see if I cast the Imperius Curse on Les." Godric looked at Fudge with disdain.

With such courage, is he qualified to lead the British wizarding world?

Moreover, he doesn't need a wand to teach Fudge a profound lesson.

"Uh..." Godric's frankness made Fudge very difficult, and the professors at Hogwarts also got angry.

"Cornelly, don't be so ridiculous! Do you think Godric Longbottom would use the Imperius Curse to control Les Lint?!" Professor McGonagall's angry voice echoed over the classroom, and Fudge's face gradually turned red.

"No, this, how could this be?! Minerva, who do you think I am? Forget it, now is not the time to talk about these things..." Fudge wiped the sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and gave instructions to the accompanying Aurors.

"It is said that Les escaped in the direction of the Forbidden Forest. Well, let's go investigate first." Fudge walked outside and said to Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office: "First send out Les's arrest warrant. Emphasize that we need to live.”

For the sake of the Lint family's golden galleons, Fudge added.

Scrimgeour nodded, and then led his Aurors to protect Fudge towards the Forbidden Forest.

After searching the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they found nothing, but Fudge was very satisfied because he felt that he had done something.

On the way out of Hogwarts, he spoke eloquently to reporters from the Daily Prophet.

Fortunately, with the help of magic, the quill can record Fudge's words on its own, otherwise it would really be a good exercise for reporters' professional skills.

After walking out of Hogwarts, Fudge immediately discovered that the dementors were missing, and he became furious.

"Where are the dementors? Where are the dementors! I ordered them to wait here for me to come out, but now even the dementors refuse to obey my orders?!"

Fudge, who was so angry, didn't see the problem, but the Aurors all reacted.

"Minister, I'm afraid it wasn't the dementors who disobeyed your orders, but someone who expelled them." Scrimgeour's voice made Fudge quickly calm down.

Fudge didn't even hesitate for a second, and immediately shouted: "It's Dumbledore! It must be Dumbledore!"

At this time, he was no longer logical. Even though Dumbledore had been under his nose most of the time, Fudge still put the blame entirely on Dumbledore.

Looking at Fudge's ugly appearance not far away, Rice narrowed his eyes.

He uncorked a small potion bottle in front of him, and a stream of faint green smoke immediately rose from it.

Les took out his wand and waved it lightly, and a breeze surged from the tip of the wand, blowing the smoke towards Fudge's direction.

Fudge was talking to reporters quickly, but Kingsley in the crowd suddenly sniffed.

Les noticed Kingsley's little move, and he immediately frowned: the Aurors were not as corrupt as he thought, but it was not a big problem.

Kingsley had already noticed something strange at this time. He didn't care about anything else and shouted directly: "Everyone hold your breath——"

The next moment, there was a series of explosions under the ground beneath their feet.

Dust was flying and the scene was chaotic.

Les no longer covered up, he revealed his figure, pointed the tip of his staff at Fudge's throat, and recited the spell——

"Split into pieces!"

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