Chapter 1073: Cowardly, Incompetent, and Power-hungry

St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries is an old-fashioned six-story red brick building with a sign that reads "Clearing Department Store".

There would always be a "Closed for Renovation" sign hanging on the store door. The wizard only had to explain the reason to an ugly doll in front of the window, and it would nod slightly and wave its linked fingers to indicate that it was okay to go in.

Through the glass window is the hospital's reception area, where you can see patients with all kinds of strange magical injuries and illnesses, visitors asking for ward numbers and floors, and therapists in dark green robes busy moving among the crowd.

But the reception area was a little different tonight, because the Aurors occupied all the beds in the hospital, and it was packed with patients coming to see the doctor.

Much like the bustle downstairs, the other floors of the hospital were exceptionally busy.

Almost all the Aurors in the UK were seriously injured, attacked by the same kind of dark magic. The healers had no time to think about whether a wizard war had broken out. They were busy shuttling back and forth between the wards.

In the Biological Injury Department on the second floor, the head therapist Hebercrat Smethwick quickly went up to the sixth floor with the newly prepared potion.

The visitor tea room and shop here were closed during the day, and the ward now belonged to the three most seriously injured Aurors, Fudge, Kingsley, Barty Sr., and Bagman.

Smethwick pushed open the door of the visitor room and saw several therapists removing the remaining dark magic from the bodies of three Aurors.

"The medicine is ready!"

Over at the store, Bagman, Kingsley and old Barty, who had just completed their treatment, were lying quietly on a bed respectively.

The other empty bed belonged to Fudge, who had woken up earlier.

This wasn't the first time he had seen dark magic, but it was the first time he had seen the dark magic of a Death Eater.

The crazy expression on Rookwood's face when he cast the Chaos Blood Ash Curse made him feel terrified and made him realize that he was as weak as most ordinary wizards.

Death Eaters are a group of lunatics who will do anything to achieve their goals, even their most precious lives.

Fudge walked up to the rooftop alone. The evening breeze in London in March was a little chilly, and he, who was a little weak, felt the chill to his bones.

His body was shaking violently, as if he was remembering Rookwood.

The pair of pupils that kept shrinking into needle points were full of fanatical worship of Voldemort. Even though his blood vessels were bulging and about to burst his skin, and Rookwood, whose half face was destroyed, showed no fear at all.

"Just some damned remnants..."

Fudge gritted his teeth to stop the trembling.

Voldemort was dead, killed by the Killing Curse that had been rebounded from Harry Potter.

These damned Death Eater remnants just want to create some terrorist attacks to remind wizards of that terrible war.

"Dead! He's dead!"

Fudge's mind kept popping up evidence that Voldemort was not dead.

Two years ago, Quirrell was possessed and used the Imperius Curse to control an eight-eyed giant spider to attack the castle and delay Dumbledore, attempting to obtain the Philosopher's Stone and resurrect.

No! Quirrell is an evil dark wizard. He is not possessed at all. All his actions are his own choices and have nothing to do with others.

The year before last, Lockhart brought a diary into the castle, and the 16-year-old Voldemort briefly possessed a physical body after absorbing the vitality of the students.

Still not right! No wizard can split his soul. Even if he could, decades would be enough for the soul to completely dissipate.

Last year, Peter Pettigrew was quietly rescued from the heavily guarded St. Mungo's Magic Injury before his execution, and Rookwood, who disguised himself as him to execute him, was rescued during the riot caused by the Dark Mark.

No! No! No! The list of Death Eaters that Karkaroff provided was incomplete. He might not know all of them, so there must be a few people missing from the list.

This year……

Fudge's heart kept denying each piece of evidence.

In his opinion, all these so-called evidences were false, and were deliberately forged by Dumbledore in order to show his presence and for the position of Minister of Magic of the United Kingdom.

People's minds are unpredictable. So what if Dumbledore has refused repeatedly before? Who can guarantee that he doesn't have this idea now?

"Minister Fudge!" Umbridge's shrill voice sounded from behind.

With a worried look on her face, she stepped forward and supported Fudge, "I finally found you. What you need now is a good rest."

Fudge let her help him down the stairs. "What's the situation outside?"

Umbridge showed an extremely flattering expression. "Thanks to the Minister's reliable experience, we immediately guided public opinion through official newspapers. The outside world will only think that this was an accidental explosion caused by the loss of control of the dark magic items confiscated by the Aurors."

Fudge smiled and nodded, his eyes deep and sharp. "Very good, continue to guide public opinion, but Rufus will stay in the ministry after all, don't put all the blame on him."

Umbridge shuddered, cold sweat oozing from her back.

"Got it! Minister! I will definitely guide public opinion well!"

Anyone with a discerning eye could see from her little action that Fudge was only physically weak, not suffering a serious mental blow.

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The fifth floor of the castle,

The Owl Court Club Room.

Vincent is training Harry's reaction speed in the ring.

Specifically, Vincent attacked and Harry dodged.

In the corner of the activity room, Hermione was giving her friends some details about last night's events.

Rookwood, the Death Eater who was already dead but could not die, was really perverted. He peeled off the face of a former professional Quidditch player and pasted it on his own face, then cruelly tortured the man into a skeleton.

Didn't they have a friendship before? Are you sure there's no deep hatred?

Hermione shook her head to indicate that she didn't know.

"Maybe he's been in Azkaban for too long." Fred shuddered unconsciously after he said this.

George couldn't laugh either. "They are so crazy that they blew themselves up. These Death Eaters are more perverted than the other."

Not to mention the distant past, Peter Pettigrew, who is still at large, used a blasting curse to blow up half of the Muggle street in order to escape, resulting in the deaths of 13 innocent Muggles. In order to put the blame on Sirius Black, he cut off a finger and turned into a mouse to hide for 12 years.

With the personality of a perverted leader like Voldemort, it is estimated that a normal person would become a pervert after joining the Death Eaters for a short time.

Cedric suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck, as if someone had blown a breath at him.

He shuddered violently, and everyone couldn't help laughing when they saw his reaction.

He was just wondering when Qiu's voice sounded from behind him: "Sed, what are you talking about?"

Cedric was completely stunned not to realize that Qiu had this devilish side.

Hermione and Daphne had the good sense to pull the twins over to another empty table next door.

Although Cedric looks like an honest man with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, he actually made some physical advances towards Qiu not long after they left.

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