Hogwarts: Destroy Nurmengard Prison at the start

Middelion was so frightened that she jumped up from the sofa.

In a panic, he took out the wand from his waist with his left hand, pointed at the corner and shouted in fear:

"who is it! ?"

A figure shrouded in black robes slowly walked out of the shadows.

This made Middelion feel cold all over.

The dark wizards dressed in this outfit were the ones who attacked the Ministry of Magic during the day!

Middelion did not dare to do anything. Curse, he knew that his strength had no chance of winning in front of these people.

Just when Midlen was very nervous and frightened, the man in black robe took off the hood on his head.

The faces of middle-aged people appeared in front of him. In the field of vision,

I only heard this middle-aged wizard say calmly:

"Renne Middelion, graduated from Beauxbatons Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry……"

Although the middle-aged wizard's tone was calm, it sounded like the roar of a demon to Midlen's ears.

He told Middelion about her childhood, her trajectory in the Ministry of Magic, and her family.

Middelion could no longer control the fear in his heart, and cold sweat had already wet his clothes.

He shouted hoarsely:

"Who are you? Why is it in my house?"

"Why attack the Ministry of Magic?"

"I have never had any interaction with you!"

The middle-aged wizard ignored Midlen's words.

He slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, and still said calmly:

"sit."

Middlen's whole body was trembling, and he told himself to muster up courage.

But when he thought of his family, Middlen slowly put down his wand.

He knelt down limply:

"Please, don't hurt my family"

"If you want to kill, just kill me."

The middle-aged wizard didn't speak, but pulled out his wand and pointed it at Middelon.

Looking at the top of the wand in the middle-aged wizard's hand, Middelion felt bitter in his heart.

But as long as he could protect his family, he felt that his death was worth it.

As long as he didn't He can't see his children and wife anymore, right?

Middelion closed his eyes, and tears fell one after another.

But Middelion didn't wait for the pain caused by the curse.

Instead, he felt that his whole body He became more relaxed up and down.

He opened his eyes in confusion and saw that the wizard was using a floating spell to put him on the sofa.

This made Middelion stunned.

But not long after, Middelion After coming back to his senses, he had complicated eyes, opened his dry lips and asked:

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Middlen saw the middle-aged wizard shake his head, put down the wand in his hand and said:

"Sir, the order is not to kill you."

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Homiankar."

"A member of the saints."

Homi's words made Middelion's eyes widen.

He exclaimed in disbelief:

"You are that Ian Grindelwald's man!"

Then Midlen seemed to remember something, and quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

If these people who attacked the Ministry of Magic today were saints, then there is a high possibility that what happened in Norway was done by them!

Magical World They were all deceived!

Ian Grindelwald is the real Dark Lord!

He is more terrifying than Gellert Grindelwald!

Homi nodded and said with a smile:

"Yes, but you should call him sir."

Middlen felt chills all over his body when he saw the smile on Homi's lips.

He didn't dare to imagine anymore.

Middlen lowered his head and asked bitterly:

"Then I would like to ask Grindelwald... why did you come to me?"

Homi did not directly return to Middelion's question.

Instead, he waved his wand, and the firewhiskey in Middelion's right hand broke free from his hand and floated.

Two wine glasses on the wine cabinet also flew up, automatically flying to the two of them. On the table in front of you. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Homi took the firewhiskey and poured wine into the two glasses.

"Sir, I need you to be the Minister of Magic."

"And, join us."

Middlen suddenly raised his head after hearing Homi's words.

He repeated in disbelief:

"to join you guys?"

Homi smiled and nodded.

Middelion wanted to refuse on the spot.

He couldn't associate with these dangerous dark wizards!

Otherwise, his family would also be threatened!

He couldn't let them be harmed!

Just when Middelion was about to When the rejection was spoken,

Homi picked up the wine glass and his smiling expression turned cold:

"Don't refuse in a hurry"

"If you refused, you would have seen LaFontaine's fate today."

"After all, what we need is an obedient Minister of Magic."

"It’s also for the greater good."

Middlen's words of refusal were suddenly stuck in his throat.

He suddenly remembered that these are demons who kill without blinking an eye.

Middlen was silent.

Seeing Middlen's current reaction, Homi nodded with satisfaction.

".Of course, if you are willing to join us, what we can give you is beyond your imagination."

After saying that, Homi put his other hand into his robe, took out two bottles of red potion and put them on the table.

"Like what about eternal life?"

Middleern was stunned when he heard Homi's words.

But then his eyes were attracted by the potion on the table.

Coupled with what Homi had just said,

Middleern was suddenly shocked.

He thought of something. Plant a legendary magic potion!

"Is this the elixir of life?"

Middlen asked in disbelief as he pointed at the potion on the table tremblingly.

Homi shook the wine glass and the wine swirled in the glass. He just looked at Middlen with a smile.

He did not answer the secret. Deleon's words

((Money) Middelion took a deep breath, he couldn't believe that this was the elixir of life.

But Midlen's decision was beginning to waver at this moment.

He didn't want to die yet, and if he did.

His children and wife had no idea how desperate they would be.

And what if the elixir of life is real?

Thinking of this, Middelion raised his head, stared at Homi and asked:

"How can I believe what you say."

Homi took a sip of wine and said with a look of enjoyment on his own:

"Not bad, twelve year old fire whiskey"

"I can’t tell you’re quite good at drinking."

Middlen ignored Homi's teasing.

He just stared at Homi, he needed an answer.

When Homi saw that Midlen didn't speak, he put down his wine glass and spread his hands:

"You are really boring"

"Mr. Middelion, think about it, do I need to lie to you?".