Chapter 649 Raid (Part 2)

An interrogation was going on in the interrogation room underground of the Ministry of Magic, and on the roof of the interrogation room, there were also eight dementors flying around the courtyard. Coldness and despair enveloped the entire room. On the high table facing the door of the room, Runcorn Albert, director of the Muggle-born Registration Committee, was barking like a mad dog. ——Dirk Cresway, you are suspected of falsifying the family tree with solid evidence, what else can you say now?

You can't do this to me, my magic is born, I didn't snatch it from somewhere. Also, I have worked hard for the Ministry of Magic for 20 years, and I haven't made any mistakes— Chained to the chair below Dirk Cresway on board defended angrily.

At the same time, a sobbing sound came from the seat, it was a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She huddled together in some fear with a group of Muggle-born wizards who had been called to appear in court, shivering on the hard wooden bench. Several wizards covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to block the greedy mouth of the dementor. Some were accompanied by family members, others sat alone. The dementors floated up and down, flying past the group from time to time, sucking away happiness and spreading despair.

Shut up, you dirty mudblood. Runcorn Albert opened his mouth and cursed, even his saliva splashed on Cresway's face below. After cursing, he turned his head and said to a blond middle-aged witch in short sleeves showing the Death Eater's mark. Mary, mark it down. This is an unrepentant Mudblood, and he should be in a dark cell, rotting with dementors.

Yes, I wrote it down. The middle-aged witch named Mary quickly waved her quill. Under the light of a jackal-like patron saint, the witch looked pale and not much blood.

After making sure that everything he said was recorded, Albert turned his head and was about to open his mouth to insult the group of huddled witches. Suddenly, the shrill scream unique to dementors came from outside the courtroom.

Rupert, go and see what's going on. I hope some people who don't know what to do are trying to rush in again. Albert ordered the short-sleeved Death Eater batter standing at the door, and then Then he looked at the group of sorcerers.

This court represents absolute justice. I swear, I will completely clean it up— Runcorn Albert just started a new round of nonsense. But before he finished speaking, he saw Rupert, who had just gone out to inquire about the situation, crashed through the door and flew in backwards, with a purple crystal as thick as a forearm stuck in his chest.

In an instant, there was complete silence in the interrogation room. Before everyone could react, the part of the crystal exposed outside the corpse exploded, and a large number of purple transparent crystal fragments flew towards the judgment platform in a fan shape.

Iron Armor Protection! Albert on the trial platform used a protective spell, but the energy contained in these crystal fragments far exceeded their expectations, and the protection of the Iron Armor Curse shattered the moment the crystal fragments came into contact , Then those crystals caused seven or eight wounds on his body. It made him howl in pain.

And Mary next to him didn't have time to release the magic at the moment the crystal exploded, but bent down and hid behind the judgment table. But it can be regarded as a wrong attack. The explosion crystal prepared by Rose Crystal is mainly used to break magic, and its physical damage is not much different from ordinary crystals. Therefore, the heavy solid wood hooped iron judgment table successfully blocked the crystal fragments that attacked Mary.

Avada— Albert took advantage of the chaos and raised his wand again. But before the spell was finished, a large pile of yellow papers flew in from the door, and most of the yellow papers flew towards the roof, turning the dementors there into a mess A blue fireball darting and screaming.

The other part of the yellow paper went straight to Albert.

One of them cut off his palm holding the wand together with the wand like a blade, and the remaining ones nailed him to the judgment chair.

You—who are you? Albert, who was completely immobile, struggled to stare at the dark doorway. A few seconds later, Ryan and Hermione emerged from the darkness in the corridor and walked into the courtroom.

This is a really good place. Ryan ignored Albert, who was seriously injured. After looking around the courtroom, he motioned Hermione to explain the current situation to those wizards who were nervous and shivering together like quails. He was about to leave, and then he walked up the steps step by step to Albert's side.

It doesn't matter who we are. Ryan said as he took out a pistol from his arms with his left hand and aimed it at Albert's head. He felt that for the director of the Muggle-born registration committee, being killed by a Muggle weapon should It's a very good way to die. The important thing is that we can use your life to warn everyone that killing innocent people indiscriminately leads to death.

After speaking, Ryan directly pulled the trigger. After several consecutive gunshots, Albert's entire skull flew up, and it seemed that even magic couldn't be saved.

Give me your wand, Ryan pointed his wand at Mary, who was hiding under the table and was trembling with her head in her hands. She didn't look like a Death Eater. Or I'll take it myself from your dead body.

Mary felt pardoned after hearing Lane's words. She pulled out his wand as fast as she could and slid it along the floor towards Ryan, who stooped to pick it up and said. Stay there and don't make trouble.

After watching Mary nodded, Ryan walked off the trial platform stepping on the blood on the ground. At this time, Hermione had put Dirk Cresway down from the trial chair and let him stay with his wife, and said to the group of bitch wizards: —— you should be with us next Leave, then go home and take your children and escape, you have also seen what is going on just now, you will not get justice here.

Where can we go now, Mr. Liang? Cresway, who had been tried before, asked while supporting his wife.

You know me? Ryan was a little curious.

Of course, most of the people here know you. Knight of the Order of Merlin, second class, champion of the Triwizard Tournament, we all privately say that you will be the greatest bastard wizard in Britain in the past hundred years. Cresway said seriously Seeing that, more than half of the other people here also nodded in agreement.

It seems that my East Asian face is indeed easier to recognize. Ryan thought of this and said, Since you all believe what I say, you should run away to the north after you go out. Professor Dumbledore has built a strong resistance fortress there. If it is inconvenient to go to the north, it is also a way to go abroad. Good choice. Anyway, as far away from the Ministry of Magic in London as possible right now.

After watching the group of wizards listen to his own words, Ryan divided the two wands that he had seized just now into the hands of two people, but even so, half of the wizards still did not have their own wands. Because before entering the interrogation room just now, these witches who were going to be interrogated today had already had their wands confiscated.

Everyone without a wand now follows a person with a wand. Ryan arranged, You must move as fast as possible for a while, and we will try our best to buy time for you to leave in the main hall.

Then what do you do? A black-haired middle-aged witch asked. The Ministry of Magic is full of Death Eaters now, how do you leave after they surround you?

Don't worry, Hermione reassured. Since we can come in, we are sure to get out, so when you get to the hall, you just need to run out as hard as you can. The faster you run, the more time we have to get out of here.

Okay, let's go now. After all the preparations in advance, Ryan and Hermione ran towards the elevator with the more than 20 wizards.