Chapter 1093 Response

"The killing curse!" Mr. Zhang said angrily, "Even if you are a wizard, you can't release the curse after you die."

As he said that, he paused, "Except for Voldemort. I'm a little doubtful about how he did it. Is it some kind of mysterious black magic?"

Mr. Weasley was stunned for a moment, "Well, forget about the killing curse or something like that. I was wondering if there is a way to prevent wizards from using spells, temporarily."

Mr. Zhang thought for a while, "Well, if you put it that way, I remember Robert asked me before."

As he spoke, he took out a diamond-shaped badge from his arms, "You can throw this at the opponent's body or at their feet, and a magic circle will unfold. Then the wizards within the range will be unable to use magic."

Mr. Weasley took the badge in confusion, "What's the use of this thing? The other party can't use magic, can I use magic?"

"So this is just a semi-finished product." Mr. Zhang said as the two of them walked quickly down the aisle, passed through the crowd, and came to the elevator. "If you want a finished product, you still need a lot of experiments."

"This is a good thing." Mr. Weasley said, "Ah, good luck."

When they arrived at the elevator room, the elevator arrived just in time, opened the door, and entered. As the elevator slowly rose, they arrived at the Office of the Minister of Magic in a short while.

There was a knock on the door, and naturally it was secretary Alice who opened the door.

"Huh? Mr. Weasley, and Mr. Zhang?" Alice showed a surprised expression. She and Zhang Heng had studied soul magic together, and the two of them were familiar with each other. She was not aware that he was not in the Department of Mysteries at this time but in the Department of Mysteries. There was some curiosity outside the minister's office.

"Well, anyway, I'm here to report." Mr. Zhang said very quickly, "I'll keep it short. Voldemort suddenly regained his magic power and wanted to kill everyone in the Department of Mysteries. I took the opportunity to escape. Now What should we do?”

Hearing this, Alice's smiling expression faded a little, "Really, have you run out already?"

With that said, she opened the door and let the two people in, "We are discussing this matter."

The two walked into the office and saw Scrimgeour sitting behind the desk writing furiously. Opposite him were Sirius who was restless and Harry who was at a loss.

"Black, are you back?" Mr. Zhang walked over and shook hands with Sirius, "It's really strange. I thought you would stay in Neon forever."

Sirius didn't know that Zhang Heng was the Silent Man of the Department of Mysteries, and he was a little surprised to meet an Asian in the Ministry of Magic.

"Do the Ministry of Magic also have neon people?" Sirius was a little confused, "Is it a business trip?"

"It's really rude. My ancestors are from China who grow flowers." Mr. Zhang said unhappily. "Although we are all Asians, I'm sorry, but being regarded as a neon person is very annoying."

Sirius scratched his head, "Is that so? Don't you two countries have a good relationship?"

"No, it's just an irreconcilable conflict passed down from ancestors." Mr. Zhang brushed off these topics and asked with some confusion, "Why are you here, Black? Shouldn't you go back and take a rest first after returning from a business trip?"

Sirius hesitated, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

"There is no need to hide your identity as the Silent Man from Sirius." Scrimgeour said, "Of course, Harry Potter can also be trusted."

Mr. Zhang scratched his head, "Well, even if you say so, the less people know about the identity of the Silent Man, the better, right? Ah, my soul magic has not made any progress, it must be because you knew my identity from Arthur. .”

Mr. Weasley was eating melon, but unexpectedly someone pulled him out. He pointed at his nose in confusion. Mr. Weasley asked in shock, "Huh? What does this have to do with me."

Mr. Zhang said matter-of-factly, "Before you knew it, my soul research had been making rapid progress. After you knew it, my research had stagnated, so it must be your problem."

Mr. Weasley almost went berserk and had a good talk for his friend, but unfortunately he was stopped by Scrimgeour who put down his quill and raised his head.

"Now is not the time to play tricks, gentlemen." Scrimgeour stood up, put his hands on the table, and said seriously, "If you are still arguing over such trivial matters, then the mysterious man may appear next moment. Outside the office.”

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Zhang both shuddered.

"Oh, that's not a funny joke, Scrimgeour."

"Please don't scare us with words, Mr. Minister, okay, I admit that I was wrong, please take it back."

"I'm not kidding. It was only a matter of time before the mysterious man regained his power, but none of us thought it would be such a coincidence." Scrimgeour looked at Sirius, "Did the Neon Wizard really not do it on purpose?"

Sirius opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer this question. After all, he and Yuko were not familiar with each other, but they had already fished him out of the police station twice without any conditions.

No matter how you think about it, you are all your benefactor!

"Yuuko must not have done it on purpose!" Harry shouted quickly, "Besides, Fu Di was sealed..."

"Don't say that name!" Several adult wizards were startled by Harry's unrestrained words and hurriedly shouted.

Harry was also frightened by them so much that his voice was stuck in his throat, neither could he swallow it, nor could he speak it out.

Scrimgeour rubbed his temples and looked at the secretary beside him, "Where are we now?"

The secretary said with a smile, "We have arrived below the Burrow."

Nodding, Scrimgeour picked up his cane and looked at Mr. Weasley, "Come on, Arthur, let's continue talking at your house."

As he said that, he looked at Harry and said, "Don't always mention his name."

"Dumbledore told me that if we lose the courage to face his name, there is no way to defeat him!" Harry retorted loudly.

He completely forgot about the fact that he almost killed Sirius before.

Scrimgeour rubbed his temples, feeling pain in the middle of his head.

"Listen, Mr. Potter, Dumbledore dares to call the mysterious man by his name because he is powerful, but we don't have his confidence." Scrimgeour bluntly admitted his shortcomings in magic, " Even the strikers under me who have rich experience in fighting dark wizards are still unable to deal with the mysterious man alone."

"Courage is a good thing, but please also realize this reality. No one can defeat that bastard except Dumbledore!"