[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

The last remaining Voldemort was watching Scrimgeour coldly through Scrimgeour's eyes.

"The Dark Lord has been weakened?" He asked softly, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"You always have some wonderful ideas, Eli Smith." He said, "The great Voldemort will not be weakened. Don't use your whims to figure out a strong man beyond your imagination. Those rules you know are in It doesn't apply to someone stronger than you."

"Why don't you come out of Scrimgeour's body and have this conversation with me face to face, Voldemort?" Eli said, "With all due respect, you are insulting an honorable Auror who died fighting the Dark Arts. I don't want to call him the Minister of Magic, the real one hasn't held the position for a day. But his fortitude is beyond question, and you're insulting a martyr. Of course, insulting decent wizards is something you're used to, maybe I don't Should have hoped too much for you. I was just thinking..."

He looked directly into those scarlet eyes and smiled.

"How arrogantly you used to appear in front of people, declaring that your incorporeal self would not be defeated." He said softly, the mocking look on his brows became more and more obvious, "We said that the Horcrux is hidden in your body. When you are in the soul, you dare not appear in the form of a soul again, do you? You are so timid that it makes people laugh."

Voldemort, manipulating Scrimgeour, raised his wand angrily, aiming at him.

"What charm should I put on you, Imperius?" he said coldly. "I like this. Your father was through that too, remember?"

Eli stared at him, his eyes froze for a moment.Then he closed his eyes slightly and smiled lightly.

"I remember, of course," he said softly, "my mother took Rabastan, and I sent Rodolphus to Azkaban. He has been suffering from the curse of my mother's blood since he attacked me. , In the harsh environment of Azkaban, he didn’t last until the day your brother took the Death Eaters away, and died inside.”

He opened his eyes and looked at the blood-red eyes in front of him with a calm expression.

"I remember everyone who caused harm, and I worked hard to make them pay through legal means," he said. "The harm done cannot be undone, but I know that my guilt can't make up for anything, only you as soon as possible. Solving can prevent similar tragedies from happening again. You can't change anything by telling me this. We have dealt with each other for many years. Voldemort, I know you are a master of manipulators, but do you understand? No matter what you say, it will not change A fighter's determination."

"Really?" Voldemort said with a sneer, "every wizard is sane before being manipulated by the Imperius Curse. After being under the curse, they will not be so hard-spoken, and will become slaves to powerful forces and be his masters." Anything the Master wants him to do. What about you, Eli Smith?"

"Your plan will not succeed, Voldemort." Eli shook his head and said calmly, "The controlling spell you cast on me here, after I go back, a dose of sobriety potion can solve it. More than ten years After the invention of the former sobriety potion, you suffered heavy losses in the dark chess in the Ministry of Magic. I thought you would know how to give up this stupid way after that, or swallowing soul fragments did seriously damage your brain, and you are greatly degenerating .”

"Why wait until after you've left to see the results?" Voldemort chuckled, pointing his wand at him, "Perhaps I just need you to make an unacceptable public statement in the Ministry of Magic, or sign a Announcements that you can't explain yourself. Your supporters out there will be disappointed and think you're a sanctimonious liar. What do you think of this new application of the Imperius Curse?"

Eli didn't have time to answer his words. When Voldemort pointed his wand at him, he concentrated and kept repeating the same spell in his mind over and over again.

Armor body protection.

"Soundless spells, wandless spells." Voldemort put down his wand, his expression not obviously annoyed, "Of course, a powerful wizard can do this, and a frontal attack is always easy to defend. In fact, I also Didn't get my hopes up, but certainly has nothing to lose by giving it a try."

Eli opened his mouth, but before he could utter a word, Scrimgeour's wand was aimed at him again, with lightning speed.

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

With his hands and feet bound and tied to a chair, Eli had no way to dodge, and he didn't have time to concentrate and put tight protection on himself. His body convulsed violently uncontrollably, and he suffered tremendous pain.

"Your father and mother have been through it," said Voldemort softly. "I have seen your mother under this spell, right in front of me. She is strong, and you are very like her."

The pain from the Cruciatus Curse was sharp and long, and when the convulsions of his body finally stopped, the sweat soaked Eli's forehead hair, and his body was still trembling lightly in stress.He lowered his eyes, expressionless, and looked up at Voldemort amidst Voldemort's mocking sound.

"I was wondering," he said, "whether your next spell will be Avada Kedavra."

Voldemort played with the wand in his hand, and said with a half-smile: "What is the result of your thinking, will the great Dark Lord spare your life?"

"He will," Eli said softly, curling the corners of his lips calmly.

"Can this Voldemort, who knows how to use political means to invade the wizarding world, bear the chain reaction of my death? Knowing that my wife is the head of the Muggle Special Operations Division? He has died once, and now There is only one last chance, will he be able to withstand the reckless revenge from Muggles? If those deadly threats come to his head, who else can he rule in the future, and how many wizards will dare to express their ambitions? If he His brain is not completely broken, these are all issues he needs to consider."

Scrimgeour stared at him with scarlet pupils, but did not speak.Eli shook his head, and laughed suddenly, his voice became louder and louder, until finally his body trembled slightly due to the laughter.

"I really hope your Death Eaters see you like this." He stopped laughing a little, but still couldn't help but say, "A coward, this is the leader they follow with their lives, a coward who is afraid of death to the extreme. "

Scrimgeour got up abruptly without saying a word, and strode out, leaving him alone in the interrogation room.The surroundings returned to silent silence again, and Eli sat on a chair, surrounded by empty nothingness in all directions.

When a person sits for a long time, it is difficult to concentrate again.Eli fell silent, and suddenly spoke in the midst of the silence around him.

"You're here, aren't you?" he asked softly. "I guess what you're up to, Voldemort. You're trying to keep me under control, quietly, the way you've brainwashed the other Ministers of Magic."

No voice answered him, but his voice didn't stop.Eli's face was calm, staring at the air in front of him, his voice was calm and determined.

"Your method of controlling people must have an upper limit." He said quietly, "I am not an easy target. If you decide to erode my thoughts, you must mobilize most of your power, especially in the You yourself are getting weaker and weaker. Are you ready to uncover this gamble, Voldemort? Either control me, destroy the morale and confidence of the opposition as much as possible, and make a leap forward in your career. Or Being expelled by me, the control over other people has also been loosened, and the opportunity for us to resist was sent by you."

Still no one answered him, but the surrounding air seemed to be quieter, the tense atmosphere spread to every corner of the room, and something was about to explode.

"I took the initiative to participate in this gamble." Eli whispered, showing a smile.

"Both sides are here now," he said. "Come on, Voldemort, this game will not depend on the will of any of us but the end of my life or yours."

Something invaded his mind, and Eli suddenly lost consciousness and fell into the boundless darkness.

The news about Eli Smith's arrest and court hearing was spreading through the entire magical world at a rapid speed under the spread of the school newspaper.

Everyone knows that on the seventh day after Eli Smith's arrest, the Ministry of Magic will hold a public trial.But on the evening of the sixth day, Arthur Weasley suddenly broke into the Ministry of Magic in full view, with a flustered look on his face.

"Dumbledore! Where's Dumbledore?!" he cried anxiously and flustered, "I don't know if it's true - but the trial about Eli seems to be starting in half an hour! I'm not sure —Where is Dumbledore?! He needs to know the news!"

"Arthur?!" Molly, who happened to be on duty in the Order of the Phoenix, was taken aback, and ran to her husband, "Professor Dumbledore is at school—what are you talking about, where did you get the news? Is it reliable? ?!"

"I'm not sure!" Arthur gasped, "I overheard Lucius Malfoy talking about—"

"This news is worth letting Dumbledore know." Regulus, who had just left the office, made a decisive decision and immediately turned back to the office. "I'll call the principal's office—I hope he's in the office now."

But unfortunately, this simple and extravagant wish was not fulfilled.Time was running out, Regulus looked at Arthur and Molly, and said solemnly: "I'll go to Hogwarts to find him, and then we'll go straight to the Ministry of Magic. Molly, keep calling the principal's office, Dumbledore If Lido returns to the office, he will hear it immediately. Arthur, if it is convenient for you, go back to the Ministry of Magic, contact Sirius, and ask him to pick you up."

clear.Molly and Arthur nodded emphatically, Regulus strode out of the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, and quickly disappeared into the streets of Diagon Alley.

Outside the castle of Hogwarts, Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had just attended the Protection of Magical Creatures class, were walking back to the auditorium for dinner, when a familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of them, walking hurriedly, making them all surprised.

"Professor Jonathan?" said Hermione in surprise. "Why is he here?"

"Is our Defense Against the Dark Arts going to change professors again?" said Ron, "but if I had the choice, I'd like him to be Hagrid's assistant, he'll do very well..."

Harry was also taken aback, but then, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he reacted quickly.

"Uncle Eli's trial is tomorrow!" he said, lowering his voice. "Uncle Sean is probably here for that—we'll follow him!"

Panting nervously, they ran quickly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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Thanks to Green Yehua, me and my motherland, the landmine that cannot be separated for a moment, and the shallow water bomb of Tanaka Honkaiko~