There is an interrogation in the interrogation room under the Ministry of Magic, and eight dementors are also flying around the patio on the roof of the interrogation room. Chill and despair enveloped the room. On the high platform directly opposite the door of the room, the Muggle Birth Registration Board Director Len Cowan Albert was barking there like a mad dog. "-Dirk Cresway, you are suspected of forging genealogical evidence, what else can you say now?"

"You can't do this to me, my magic is born, not from where it was robbed. Also, I have worked diligently for the Ministry of Magic for 20 years, and there have been no mistakes-" tied to the chair below Dek Cresway said angrily.

At the same time, a sobbing sound came from the seat, it was a middle-aged woman with brown hair. She and a group of Muggle-born wizards who came to court were huddled in a pile of fear, shaking on the hard wooden bench. Several wizards covered their faces with their hands, perhaps instinctively trying to keep away the greedy mouth of the dementors. Some are accompanied by family members, others are sitting alone. The dementors fluttered up and down, flying by in front of this group of people from time to time, absorbing joy and spreading despair.

"Shut up, you filthy mud kind." Loncone Albert scolded with wide mouth, and even his saliva splashed on Creswell's face below. After scolding, he turned his head to speak to a blonde middle-aged witch with short sleeves showing Death Eater marks. "Mary, write it down. This is an unrepentant mud type. He should be kept in a black jail and slowly rot away with the dementors."

"Yes, I wrote it down." The middle-aged witch named Mary quickly waved her quill pen, and under the light of a jackal-like patron saint, the witch looked pale without much blood.

After making sure that what he said was written down, Albert turned his head back and was about to open his mouth and insulted the crowd of hemp seed wizards. Suddenly, there was a unique scream of dementors outside the courtroom.

"Rupert, let's see what happened. I hope some overstretched people try to rush in again." Albert commanded the short-sleeved Death Eater striker standing at the door, and then Then look at the group of hemp seed wizards.

"This court represents absolute justice, and I swear, I will completely clean it up-" Lonconn. Albert just started a new round of convulsions. But before he had finished speaking, he saw Rupert who had just gone out to inquire about the situation and ran through the door and flew in, with a purple crystal with a small arm thickness in his chest.

In the interrogation room, there was no sound. When no one responded, the part of the crystal exposed outside the body exploded, and a large number of purple transparent crystal fragments flew toward the trial stage in a fan shape.

"Iron armor!" Albert on the trial stage used a protective enchantment, but the energy contained in these crystal fragments far exceeded their expectations. The protection of the iron armor was shattered the moment the crystal fragments touched Then, those crystals caused seven or eight wounds on his body. He howled painfully.

And Mary beside him didn't have time to release the magic at the moment when the crystal burst, but stooped to hide behind the trial table. However, it can be regarded as a straight hit. The explosion crystal prepared by Rose Crystal is mainly based on the removal of magic, and it is not much different from ordinary crystal in physical damage. So the thick solid wood hoop iron trial table successfully blocked the crystal fragments that hit Mary.

"Awada--" Albert took advantage of the confusion to raise his wand again. But before the spell was finished, I saw a lot of yellow paper flying in from the door, and most of the yellow paper flew toward the roof, turning the dementors there into a mess. Blue fireball screaming and screaming.

And the other part of the yellow paper went straight to Albert. One of them cut off the palm of his wand and the wand like a blade, and the remaining few nailed him to the trial chair.

"You-who are you?" Albert, who was completely unmovable, struggled to stare at the door of the black hole. A few seconds later, Ryan and Hermione appeared from the darkness in the corridor and entered the courtroom.

"This is a great place." Ryan ignored Albert, who was seriously injured. After looking at the courtroom, he signaled Hermione to explain the status quo to the tense quacks who were nervous and quivering like quails. Ready to leave, then stepped up to the steps and came to Albert's side.

"It doesn't matter who we are." Lane said, drawing a pistol out of his arms with his left hand and pointing it at Albert's head. He felt that for the director of the Muggle Birth Registration Committee, being killed by a Muggle weapon It is a very good way to die. "The important thing is that we can use your life to warn everyone that there is only one way to kill innocent people."

After finishing, Ryan pulled the trigger directly. After several consecutive gunshots, Albert's entire skull flew up, and it seemed that even the magic should not be rescued.

"Give me your wand," Ryan pointed his wand at Mary hiding under the table with her hands shaking and shaking her head. She didn't look like a Death Eater. "Or I took it from your body."

After listening to Ryan's words, Mary was forgiven. She took out his wand as fast as possible and then slid it along the floor towards Ryan. Ryan stooped to pick up the wand and said. "Stay there, don't cause trouble."

After watching Mary nod her head, Ryan stepped on the ground and walked down the trial stage. At this time Hermione had put Dirk Cresway down from the trial chair to let him stay with his wife, and said to the group of hemp seed wizards: "--You should be with us next Leave, and then go home and bring your children to escape. Just now you also saw what is happening now, and here you are not fair. "

"Where can we go now, Mr. Liang." Cresway, who was tried before, asked his wife while supporting him.

"Do you know me?" Lane was curious.

"Of course, most people here know you. Merlin Knight Medal II, champion of the top three, we all said in private that you will be the greatest hemp wizard in the past 100 years ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Cray Sway seriously said that most of the others here also nodded in agreement.

It seems that his face of East Asians is really easy to recognize. Ryan thought of this and said, "Since you all believe me, then you can escape to the north after you go out. Professor Dumbledore built a strong resistance fortress there. If it is not convenient to go to the north, it is also a foreign A good choice. In short, the farther away from London ’s Ministry of Magic, the better. "

After watching the group of hemp wizards listen to their own words, Lane divided the two magic wands he had just seized into the hands of two people, but even so, half of the wizards did not have their own wands. Because just before entering the interrogation room, these hemp wizards who are going to be tried today have been confiscated and removed their wands.

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

"So what do you do?" A dark-haired middle-aged witch asked. "Now there are Death Eaters everywhere in the Ministry of Magic. How do you leave when they are surrounded?"

"Don't worry." Hermione comforted. "Since we can come in, we are sure to go out, so when you get to the hall, you just have to do your best to run out. The faster you run, the more time we have to leave here."

"Okay, let's go now." After all the preparations were completed, Ryan and Hermione took the more than 20 wizards and ran towards the elevator.