Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

Fudge's eyes were filled with dense red bloodshot eyes. He grabbed Umbridge's collar with his chubby white hands and roared with spittle: "Why hasn't any Auror rushed to Gringotts so far! Scrimgeour?" Are you going to blatantly disobey my direct orders?!”

"Minister!" Umbridge's plump and saggy cheeks turned red from holding back, and her little hand with stubby fingers struggled to hold Fudge's wrist. "Your instructions were sent directly by me, without going through the Auror office at all. ! But these people who went out to deliver orders have not come back yet. I suspect they must have been delayed on the road by something!"

"Nonsense! They wizards are not ignorant and stupid. They are damn Muggles who can only run on the road!" Fudge said angrily and eloquently, "Could the Apparition be punished because rats chewed up the asphalt road? Is it stuck on the road?!”

boom!

The door to the minister's office was pushed open violently, hitting the wall and bouncing back heavily. The person who came in was Crocker, the silent man of the Department of Mysteries. He shouted regardless: "Rat! He can talk and do magic. Rats are emerging from the ground and have taken over the courtroom and the Department of Mysteries!"

"What?!" Fudge felt a buzz in his head, and his vision went black.

One floor up from the Department of Mysteries is the main hall of the Ministry of Magic, which is used to temporarily house ordinary wizards and families of Ministry of Magic officials who come to take refuge!

If something goes wrong with these people, not to mention how many wizards will die from the mouths of rats, the most important thing is that the chair under your butt will definitely be given to someone else to sit on!

"Quickly -" Fudge gasped with difficulty, "quickly move the people in the main hall to the seventh underground floor! Let all the wizards who are still in the ministry go to the main hall on the eighth underground floor to stand by!"

Umbridge was anxious. If all the wizards went to protect the civilians, and if those rats came around to the underground floor where the minister's office was, how could her life be ensured?

"department--"

boom!

Just as she was about to speak, the door to the minister's office was knocked open again, and in came the tall and thin Arthur Weasley with a bald forehead. He actually had a cheerful smile on his face?

"Dumbledore!" Mr. Weasley shouted: "Professor Dumbledore has come to support us! He has connected the fireplace in the main hall to the one in Hogwarts, and now he wants us to transfer immediately through the Floo Network Go to Hogwarts!"

"what?!"

Before Fudge had time to show a look of ecstasy on his face, Umbridge shouted: "Hogwarts doesn't have a fireplace connected to the Ministry of Magic at all! Dumbledore can't arbitrarily bypass the Floo Network Management Regulations like this Do it! This is against the rules!”

As she said this, her movements were not slow at all, and she directly supported Fudge, who was wearing pajamas, towards the elevator.

Eighth underground floor, main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

There is a wide and straight avenue here, paved with solemn black smooth stone bricks, and countless people are crowded together on the avenue.

Blackstone Avenue is lined with countless fireplaces, all decorated with gorgeous brass parts of uniform specifications.

People pushed each other without etiquette, scrambling to grab a handful of shiny powder from the brass bucket next to the fireplace and sprinkle it into the blazing fire, and then stepped into the flames that instantly turned green. , shouted: "Hogwarts!"

The reason why they are so anxious is naturally because of the tide of rats that are constantly erupting from the elevator shaft, with faint green light shining in their eyes!

They are just ordinary wizards. Most of them have completely forgotten the knowledge they once learned at Hogwarts. They can't even cast a decent iron spell, let alone pick up a wand to fight these giants. The scary rats fought.

not to mention……

Many people turned their heads from time to time to look in the direction where the rats were coming. There was a tall white-haired old man wearing a star-embroidered robe. He was waving his knobby wand, and the spells he fired were like a copper wall and an iron wall. A giant rat trying to cross his side was annihilated!

Isn't Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard in the world and headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, now fighting the rat tide for them?

Then why do you have to overestimate your capabilities and attack those man-eating rats?Just run for your life!Isn't this what Dumbledore wants to see!

Just when people were becoming more and more eager to escape from this hall that would be overrun by rats sooner or later, the walls on both sides of the Blackstone Avenue suddenly exploded, destroying dozens of fireplaces, and splashing rubble the size of a human head instantly took away... Taking the lives of dozens of wizards who were caught off guard.

In the wailing smoke filled with the smell of blood, a hoarse and hoarse inhuman voice suddenly came from the big hole in the wall: "For the glory of the Great Horned Rat! Yes! yes! yes!"

There were hundreds of them standing up, stout rat-men holding sword-and-shield-shaped weapons made from the walls of water pipes and manhole covers on their two front paws!

They are even covered in armor made of the same kind of fur, and a stone that emits a dim green light hangs from the neck of each sword-and-shield rat-man!

They waved their crude weapons and jumped into the midst of the wizards in robes and pajamas.Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, these guys, whose physiques were almost the same as those of half-grown children, mercilessly cut off the wizard's knees with the swords in their hands, and then cut off their heads neatly while they knelt down and screamed in pain.

These hundreds of rat men killed hundreds of wizards holding wands, panicking and running away with their heads in their hands.Even if a few wizards use magic spells to kill a few sword-and-shield ratmen, they will be immediately besieged by other ratmen, and eventually they will be hacked to pieces with knives.

How could Dumbledore not notice the changes behind him, but if he turned around to kill those stout ratmen, the vast number of rats in front of him would immediately swarm up and join in the killing feast of wizards!

By that time, the casualties will only be greater!

Dilemma, what to do now?

The ceiling suddenly exploded, and several figures cast a levitating spell on themselves before jumping down from the upstairs. It was Mr. Weasley!Behind him were Minister of Magic Fudge and many other officials!

Their arrival slightly eased the survival pressure of ordinary wizards. The wands sprayed deadly spells at the rat men, buying time for their compatriots to evacuate.

of course there are exceptions--

"Get out of the way! I'm the Deputy Minister of Magic! Let me go first!" Umbridge arrogantly waved her wand like a whip and walked straight towards a well-functioning fireplace.

A middle-aged wizard who had just squeezed in front of the fireplace was protecting his infant son. The clothes on his back instantly tore open, leaving red and swollen whip marks on his skin.

"Please have mercy..." the middle-aged man begged, "At least let my child first——"

Umbridge waved her wand fiercely, and the invisible whip caused the middle-aged man to scream and fall to the ground. She pointed the tip of the wand at the little boy who was throwing himself on the middle-aged man, and grabbed a stick with her stubby fingers. Sprinkling Floo powder into the fireplace, he took a half step back and looked at Fudge respectfully.

Fudge walked quickly past the father and son with his face half-hidden. He didn't dare to look into the child's eyes, for fear of seeing his own cowardice in those crystal-clear eyes.

At this moment, a rat-man sword and shield soldier saw the father and son who had not yet stood up. It let out a bloodthirsty scream and swung the blunt long knife in its hand, slashing straight at the back of the child's neck.

Fudge, who was standing in the fireplace, instinctively reached for his wand in his arms, but when he saw the sword-and-shield rat-man, Umbridge rushed in in panic, knocking him and staggering.

The rescue opportunity was missed in an instant!

Fudge closed his eyes in pain. How could he bear to watch a young life disappear in front of his eyes?

And at this fatal moment!

A bright red telephone booth fell from a high altitude, smashing the rat man into a puddle of flesh and mud!A large amount of blood sprayed on the face of this little boy who was in danger of death. He stared blankly at the tall figure squatting on the top of the phone booth.

Before Fudge could see what was happening, Umbridge shouted: "Hogwarts!" The two disappeared spinning in emerald green flames.

What a miraculous figure that is!The ferocious skeleton, with blood-colored textures on its surface, a halo of burning fire above its head, and eyes dripping with tears of compassion, spread out its holy and extraordinary pure white wings, like an upside-down "w".He dropped a woman casually, and the beast-like chain sword in his hand let out a low roar.

The little boy looked at him blankly and murmured: "angle of death..."

With just one flap of its wings, the metal skeleton instantly killed all the rat-man sword and shield soldiers at a speed that was difficult for the naked eye to detect, leaving only the thunderous sound of chain saws in the air.

The wizards felt their eyes dazzled as hundreds of rat-man heads rose into the sky almost at the same time, their bodies still standing on the same spot, and the blood gushing out of their mouths was like a firework to welcome the gods.

The Angel of Death was suspended in the air, and people looked up at him in unison, and then hurriedly rushed into the fireplace.

Just before leaving for Hogwarts, a question would flash in their minds.

For whom do angels shed blood and tears?