Chapter 295 The Third Wizarding War? No! The First Muggle-Wizard War!
"Lawrence, what are you doing? Let Scrimgeour go!"
"Assaulting the Director of the Auror Office, in front of the Minister of Magic, you are committing a crime and will be sent to Azkaban!"
Listening to Scrimgeour's moans, Fudge finally came to his senses and screamed.
"Headmaster, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don't need to interfere." Wayne raised his hand and interrupted Dumbledore who was about to speak.
Scrimgeour struggled to get his wand, but the boy kicked him away and then stepped on his right arm hard.
Click!
A clear cracking sound came, but Scrimgeour could be considered a tough guy. He didn't say a word under the severe pain, his face turned sallow [he stared at the young man with blood-red eyes and said hoarsely:
"Wayne Lawrence, I will definitely send you to Azkaban. Your wizard career will end here."
"The dementors will treat you well for me!"
"Dumbledore!" Fudge had already drawn out his wand and pointed it at Wayne: "Why are you still standing there, why don't you stop him quickly! Lawrence has gone crazy!"
"Fudge, are you sure you want to point the wand at me?" Wayne turned his head and looked at him calmly.
It was clear that the person opposite was just a young man, but when he saw that emotionless gaze, Fudge broke into a cold sweat and his hand holding the wand was trembling.
"I know that Scrimgeour said something inappropriate just now, but that's not the reason for you to hurt others."
Fudge forced himself to calm down: "Lawrence, don't act recklessly. If you have anything to say, talk it over. Impulsiveness won't solve any problem."
"But impulse can solve the problem." Wayne sighed and suddenly asked: "Fudge, do you know why I didn't use magic spells just now, but used such crude methods as fists and kicks?"
Fudge was startled, not expecting Wayne to ask this question.
Looking at Scrimgeour who was still struggling under his feet, he tentatively replied: "Because, because...it feels better this way?"
Wayne: “…………
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Dumbledore: "………………
Dumbledore looked at Fudge in confusion, was he a genius?
How did you come up with such a tricky angle?
Wayne was also a little emotionally incoherent by Fudge's answer and couldn't refute it.
Because that's really cool.
He was reluctant to move his feet away from Scrimgeour's face.
06 "Fudge, I called you Minister Fudge before because I am also a wizard."
“But now, I am speaking to you as Wayne Lawrence, the 33rd Earl of Northumberland.
Northumberland is the nominal fiefdom of the Lawrence family, just like the Duke of Westminster. Lawrence is the surname, and Northumberland is the real title.
Wayne's eyes became stern: "Fudge, can I take this reptile's help to me just now as a provocation?"
"Is he provoking me...or is he provoking me because of my origin, thinking that I have no power, so I can bully him at will?"
"No, that's not the case." Fudge stammered: "Scrimgeour just..."
"I don't want to hear your explanation." Wayne interrupted: "Since Scrimgeour has charged me with treason and aiding the enemy, I want him to see who can represent this country!"
"Go back and wait for the notification letter from No. 10 Downing Street. From now on, all pure-blood families will be regarded as illegal immigrants and must move out of the UK within a month."
Fudge stammered, "Lao, Lawrence, you, what do you mean?"
"Didn't I make it clear enough?" Wayne frowned: "It seems that all pure-blood families have not registered their births in the UK. In other words... they are all illegal immigrants, stowaways, or... ,Illegal immigrant."
The young man looked down at Scrimgeour, his tone full of disdain, "A gutter rat like you doesn't even have a legal identity, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of treason?"
hetui!
A mouthful of old phlegm landed directly on Scrimgeour's face.
"Ahhh! I'm going to kill you!" Being so humiliated, Scrimgeour finally broke through and roared like a wounded beast.
Fudge was no longer in the mood to pay attention to him. Hearing Wayne's words, he fell into a huge panic.
"You can't do this. Wizards have wizard rules, so why should they register in a Muggle society?"
"Then come on." Wayne opened his arms and showed a wanton and arrogant smile, "Since the Ministry of Magic does not recognize the order of this country, what is waiting for you... is war!
"Wayne!"
"Mr. Lawrence, calm down!
Now not only Fudge couldn't sit still, but Dumbledore was also startled and said quickly: "Wayne, do you know what you are talking about?"
"You know I can do it, right?" Wayne looked at the old man.
"Even you can't bear the consequences. Wizards and Muggles can live in peace, so don't be so impulsive." Old Deng said cautiously, "Countless people will die because of this, and I will not let you mess around. "
It was precisely because he knew how much power and influence the young man in front of him had in the Muggle world that he was so nervous.
"Even if you are the greatest white wizard, you can't stop me." Wayne looked calm, "If you don't believe it, you can try it."
Dumbledore felt extremely troubled.
Putting aside his personal strength, he was not sure whether he could defeat Wayne. A year ago, this young man had already shown his power that made him look at him. A year later, a mysterious change had taken place in the opponent. Even he couldn't see through it at all.
Just talking about this incident, if Scrimgeour hadn't been aggressive and wanted to threaten Wayne, would he have reached this point?
Even if he takes down Wayne, so what.
Just put people in Azkaban?
Do you think his uncle who is the chief civil servant is just a show-off?
Dumbledore looked at the frightened Auror Office Director at the young man's feet, and a feeling of disgust arose in his heart.
It all depends on you!
Fudge's face turned blank and he slumped on the sofa.
The main original intention of the establishment of the Ministry of Magic was to provide a place of refuge for wizards and build a magical world hidden in normal society.
There is also a special wall clock in the lobby of the Magical Congress of the United States. It does not display the time, but the level of exposure to the magical world.
Once it reaches the highest level, it means that the wizarding world is completely exposed and war is inevitable.
Back then, Newt had exploded this clock, but fortunately, with the help of the Thunderbird and the Winged Demon, he erased the memories of ordinary people in New York and calmed down the storm.
The British Ministry of Magic does not have such a magical clock, but it does have a similar department to ensure the concealment of the wizarding world.
If Wayne really did this, it would be easy for Fudge to step down. The most terrifying consequence would be to start a war between wizards and Muggles around the world.
"Fudge!" Dumbledore shouted, "Shouldn't you say something?"
After being scolded by him, Fudge suddenly woke up from a dream and stood up quickly, with a hint of flattery in his tone:
"Mr. Laurence, no, the Earl of Northumberland." His voice was extremely humble: "Scrimgeour's reckless words just now do not represent the Ministry of Magic, but he personally became angry and uttered arrogant words."
"With your self-cultivation and magnanimity, you can't afford to be the same as him.
"I'm sorry." Wayne chuckled softly: "The education I received since I was a child is to make myself live a happy life. I can't even do this. Are you kidding me when you ask me to forgive others?"
"You don't have to forgive him." Fudge looked at Scrimgeour angrily: "His behavior today has seriously damaged the good relationship between Muggles and wizards. I will impeach the Wizengamot Wizards and remove Scrimgeour. Lin Jie’s position.”
It wasn't that Fudge didn't want to ditch Scrimgeour right away because he didn't want to give up his job now, but he just couldn't do it.
The Director of the Auror Office can be regarded as the third-in-command of the Ministry of Magic. Even the Minister of Magic does not have the power to remove him. He must go through a very complicated process.
"Is that all?" Wayne tilted his head and looked at him.
"Of course not." Fudge cried in his heart, his little ancestor was so cruel.
"Once any illegal behavior is found, he will face legal sanctions."
The young man pursed his lips, "Isn't this a ready-made thing? Abuse of power, slander and false accusations, hurting the fragile hearts of underage wizards."
"As an ordinary Hogwarts student, I have to face the threat of the head of the Auror Office. What on earth is going on in this world? Is there any law left?"
shameless!
Fudge and Dumbledore cursed inwardly almost simultaneously.
Now you are an ordinary student. Why didn't you say that just now?
Fudge forced a smile: "I will write down what you said and give it to the Wizengamot Mages."
Wayne looked at Dumbledore. This old man must be the chief mage.
Dumbledore lamented repeatedly in his heart, but he still nodded seriously: "I will preside over the trial, but Wayne, you will have to attend as the plaintiff when the time comes."
"no problem."
Wayne agreed immediately, "Then you just said you would put me in Azkaban."
"No, nothing at all." Fudge looked at him doubtfully: "I was obviously talking about Scrimgeour...
Wayne smiled, and seeing him smile, Dumbledore and Fudge also smiled.
The tense atmosphere in the room was relieved instantly.
Only Scrimgeour stared blankly at the ceiling and smiled sadly, knowing in his heart that he was completely finished.
"Dumbledore, could you lend me the fireplace?"
Wayne raised his feet with some reluctance and sat back down in his original seat. Fudge didn't even look at Scrimgeour, he directly lifted him up with a levitation spell and asked.
We definitely can't leave from outside now, otherwise we won't know the layout of tomorrow's newspaper, so we can only teleport back to the Ministry of Magic from here.
"Of course, Cornelius." Dumbledore took out a box of Floo powder and handed it to Fudge.
Fudge shouted "Ministry of Magic!" Green flames burst out of the fireplace, and he and Scrimgeour disappeared before their eyes.
Looking at the mess, Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand to restore everything.
"Wayne, are you serious about what you just said?"
"What do you think?" the boy asked.
Lao Deng looked at him, "Even if it is true, I hope it is not true. I know you are a good boy. These are all angry words.
"Professor, I'm not you." Wayne shook his head slightly, looked at the blood on the ground, and wiped it away with a wave of his hand.
"My pursuits and personality have never changed. I just want to live a happy life, but as you can see, there are always those who are short-sighted and take the initiative to provoke me."
"If Fudge didn't give me an explanation just now, then what I said will become reality."
"There is an old saying in the East, which is, don't say you didn't predict what you said. It means, 'Don't say that I didn't tell you beforehand.' I believe that after what happened this time, Fudge can control his idiots and don't mess with me. "
Dumbledore looked at Wayne steadily, the air was frozen, only the boy was calm and composed.
After a long time, Dumbledore finally said tiredly: "Hurry up and push Crouch or someone else to the position of minister. I will help you if necessary."
Where did a genius come from in the magic world?
This is the arrival of an ancestor!
Even Grindelwald would start a war between Muggles and wizards at the slightest disagreement. Grindelwald was not so ruthless.
He now hoped that the next Minister of Magic would have a good relationship with Wayne and avoid all the troubles in advance, otherwise it would be a real big trouble.
Wayne smiled brightly and said, 'Thank you for your good news. "
"Okay, let's go eat quickly." Dumbledore wondered if 773 should go to Minerva for some of her special medicine. His heart couldn't bear it.
"Um, we haven't finished talking yet." Wayne had no intention of leaving, but walked to the opposite side of the desk.
"Even if you don't ask me to come, I will come to you tonight."
"What's wrong?" Dumbledore covered his chest calmly. As soon as he heard that Wayne was looking for him with something, his heartbeat had already accelerated uncontrollably.
Wayne said softly: "Harry had a dream recently. No, to be precise, it was a dream like a TV series. It was extremely real."
Dumbledore's face also became serious: "What exactly happened?"
Wayne told him everything Harry had told him, as well as the divination at Trelawney's.
"The basilisk." Lao Deng said sharply, "This is the process of hatching the basilisk.
"Any more specific information?" Dumbledore asked again.
Wayne shook his head: "Harry only told me so much. If you want to know more, you can ask him directly."
"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Lawrence." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "Maybe this has something to do with Voldemort's ghost. Thirteen years ago, Harry deflected the killing curse, and some kind of wonderful connection was established between the two."
"But please don't tell Harry, he's not in a good position to know this right now."
Although he had obtained the information about Voldemort, Dumbledore was not happy at all. Instead, his heart sank to the bottom.
His previous guess was getting closer and closer to reality.
Harry...is the special Horcrux that Voldemort inadvertently created.
"I will keep it a secret." Wayne agreed, and then said something that made Dumbledore even more shocked.
"Professor, before Christmas, I found one of Voldemort's Horcruxes.'
Dumbledore suddenly stood up: "Where?"
"I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry yet. 11
Wayne said calmly: "I want to make a deal with you. As long as you agree, I will tell you the information about this Horcrux."
The old man's brows furrowed, somewhat unsure of Wayne's thoughts.
"Mr. Lawrence, as a poor old man, is there anything else that you should like?"
Suddenly, something moved in his mind, and he looked at Wayne strangely: "You don't want to be the principal of the school, do you?"
Phineas Black in the portrait was anxious, "No, Dumbledore, you can't promise him!"
If this kid became the principal, wouldn't he have to be hung up in the boys' bathroom?
In that case he would rather die!
No...he's already dead.
Wayne said speechlessly: "Of course it's not the condition. I don't want to be the principal now."
Dumbledore asked curiously, "Then what do you want?"
"As long as you agree and make an unbreakable oath, all souls found in the future will belong to me.