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Chapter 165 The Ministry of Magic

"A werewolf is a very evil creature that is full of hunger for human flesh and blood. Except for Professor Lupine, I have never seen a werewolf that does not eat flesh and blood."

Dumbledore reels his Elder Wand.

The emerald green light that was gradually and slowly rippling outward suddenly became intense and dazzling, and the golden network at an altitude of one thousand meters was covered by the rising emerald green aurora.

At this time, probably the whole of the UK will be crazy.

Such a huge movement is estimated to force the prime minister to blockade a third of London - as the ruler of Muggles, the British government must establish communication with the Ministry of Magic, and there are even many wizards in the royal family.

With disgust on his face, He Gang kicked aside a wolf that was incontinent because it lost its soul and died instantly, before it could turn back into a human.

I couldn't hold back the force of this kick.

【boom--】

The whole body of the werewolf was kicked and exploded.

"Life in this world is very fragile."

Dumbledore waved his wand again, and in an instant, a large amount of clear water gushed out from nowhere, swallowing all the corpses on the ground in an instant.

This is so grotesque.

The wizards hiding in the attic and peeking around couldn't help but feel terrified.

But suddenly the sharp-eyed among them cried out:

"Is that Albus Dumbledore?!"

"It's him! It's him!"

"Dumbledore is back?!"

"..."

……

For ordinary wizards, these werewolves are terrifying dark creatures. Their magic resistance and vitality make them difficult to kill completely.

But to Dumbledore today, they are just a group of low-level life forms through and through, and killing them doesn't even require a spell.

Just wave the Elder Wand.

After clear water, the street surface has a new look.

"There's an entrance to the Ministry of Magic in Diagon Alley too, but they've probably closed that entrance now."

Dumbledore said,
"Let's go in somewhere else."

Every door leading to the Ministry of Magic here seemed to have disappeared, save for the telephone booth.

You must use a password to enter the phone booth.

Relatively speaking, it has strong means of dealing with non-native combat forces.

But it can't be closed either.

Anyone can go in there, even Voldemort can go in openly when the Ministry of Magic is getting bigger.

A ray of sunlight shines through the golden network and blue aurora in the dark Diagon Alley.

Under the leadership of Dumbledore, He Gang walked to the telephone booth next to the Wizarding Bank Gringotts - the only regular bank opened by goblins, where you can even exchange pounds for gold coins.

Even someone as powerful as him had to bow his head in front of a little magic in the end.

"Those goblins are watching us."

He Gang pointed to the gate of the wizard bank, where some ugly guys were spying on the two of them.

Dumbledore smiled:
"They probably thought Voldemort was coming."

Every step they took was stepping on dry blood.

Obviously, the Death Eaters' control of the Ministry of Magic is not easy, and they have to use bloody means to suppress more and more rebels every day.

There are too many voices in the wizarding world.

The goblins were not frightened by the killing of the werewolves.

These werewolves who turned to Voldemort deserve no sympathy. They are more brutal and more beastly than their relatives in this world in mainland Europe.

Looking at the somewhat aged rotary dial machine in front of him, He Gang raised his eyebrows slightly.

But Dumbledore did not hesitate, and dialed "62442" - this is a common government number throughout the UK. There is such a thing in front of any government department. When a visitor enters the number, someone will answer it. , You can only enter after explaining your intention.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state your name and business."

A cold and mechanical female voice sounded. It was hard to imagine that there was such an artificial voice in London in 1997.

"Albus Dumbledore, He Gang."

Dumbledore frowned slightly and said, "The purpose is to reshuffle the rights of the Ministry of Magic."

"Thank you for your cooperation, honorable guest," the female voice sounded again, "Please pick up the badge and put it off your collar."

"I don't see that we are honored guests."

He Gang shrugged, he happily picked up the silver badge,

"It's ugly."

he complained.

Dumbledore also picked up the badge, which read "Albus Dumbledore, Military Mission".

Such a phone booth is rather grotesque.

If the source of pollution came to this world, probably many devices in the wizarding world that had their own lives due to magic would quickly become horrible filth that brought death and despair to everyone.

The floor of the phone booth trembled suddenly, and the sidewalk outside the glass windows rose higher and higher, and they were sinking rapidly, until at last there was darkness above them.

With the monotonous and piercing friction sound, they descended to a depth of tens of meters underground in London.

This is where the Ministry of Magic is located.

A thin golden light hit their feet, and then the golden light gradually widened and expanded to their bodies.

Looking at the main hall through the glass, it seems to be empty.

The light here is a bit dimmer than the daytime outside, and the fireplace embedded in the four walls is not lit, but when the elevator comes to a slow stop, you can see the golden symbols on the dark peacock blue ceiling are still going on and on. The mysterious changes are going on, just like the obscure runes that He Gang saw on the equipment in the dungeon world.

A huge black stone statue takes center stage.

The content of the stone statue is a witch and a wizard sitting on an ornately carved throne, looking down at the Ministry of Magic staff rolling out of the fireplace.At the bottom of the statue are engraved several large characters one foot high——

Magic is power.

"I can guarantee that if this thing appeared in that world at the beginning, it would definitely be another super powerful distortion stone statue."

He Gang vowed to complain to Dumbledore.

when the gate opens.

The roar of people suddenly reached the ears of He Gang and Dumbledore!

In an instant, a crowd of people appeared opposite them!

Dozens or hundreds of wizards in black robes stood opposite He Gang and Dumbledore. They were bustling with each other, their wands protruding from their black robes, their tips shining with bright green light.

"They probably have some eyeliner on it."

He Gang doesn't care.

The level of power in this world is too low.

To be honest, it is not even higher than the original earth before the dungeon. The wizards are also quite weak, and even a bullet can easily kill them.

Dumbledore's eyes turned to the center of the crowd in the distance.

There, a tall, slender figure stood.

A pair of scarlet eyes actually revealed...a greedy light.

"You...resurrected...?"

"But I found the Elder Wand from your grave with my own hands."

"Or……"

"You, Dumbledore, you..."

"Have you found immortality?"

A man with a pale face like a snake came out step by step.

(End of this chapter)