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Chapter 346: Compliance and Legality
Chapter 346: Compliance and Legality
Voldemort floated in the air, a black mist like a loyal subject enveloping him from below. He stared down at Sherlock with cold eyes.
"You are very talented. To use soul magic to this extent, there is no one else in the entire history of magic who can match you, not even your foolish mother who created the magic herself could use it as well as you."
"If you are willing to be my servant, I might give you a chance to live."
Sherlock clutched his arm, which had stopped bleeding, and looked up at Voldemort with a mocking laugh.
"Who do you think I am? Barty Crouch Jr.? Ignoring other factors, what kind of person would submit to the one who killed their own family?"
Voldemort shook his head, looking genuinely somewhat regretful.
"That is truly a pity."
He didn't waste any more words and immediately raised his wand again.
Once more, it was the unforgivable Killing Curse, the emerald beam shooting straight towards Sherlock.
With his wand significantly weakened and his strength nearly depleted, dodging Voldemort's Killing Curse was now much more difficult for Sherlock.
He panted heavily, looking up at the black mist above him, which resembled dark clouds. In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the ominous prophecy Silke had told him not long ago.
Today, it seemed he was truly doomed.
After drinking the luck potion Sherlock had given her at the start of the semester, Silke struggled to open her once bright, now dim, pale golden eyes and focused on the stone pedestal.
The same scene replayed, and she ignored all other distractions, fixating on the dark, ink-like night when a figure in a gray robe approached the pedestal.
Silke felt as if she had returned to that night, becoming the sole witness to the scene.
Her vision was clearer than ever before, and she could clearly see the gray-robed figure raising his wand and carefully etching intricate and incomprehensible magic runes onto the Triwizard Cup.
Silke had never attended a magical school. All her magical knowledge had been learned from the Department of Mysteries in the German Ministry of Magic. In certain areas of magic, she was undoubtedly more proficient than most wizards who had graduated from magical schools, but her knowledge was also overly specialized.
She couldn't understand the magic runes the gray-robed figure was inscribing on the Triwizard Cup.
But even though she couldn't understand them, she memorized every detail without blinking.
Her time-traveling vision lasted for two hours, but in reality, only five minutes had passed.
Dumbledore naturally noticed Silke's condition. He didn't speak to interrupt her, but he watched her pale golden eyes, which were bleeding as if they were tears, with an increasingly furrowed brow.
Others, like Professor Mcgonagall and Mrs. Weasley, also noticed that something was wrong with Silke. They could see how poorly she was doing but didn't dare to speak, fearing they might disrupt her concentration and hinder her current task.
As Silke's eyes grew increasingly vacant and blood trickled down her cheeks and onto her robe, Dumbledore finally couldn't bear to let her continue this self-inflicted harm.
Just as he was about to interrupt her, Silke ended the time-traveling vision.
Her body collapsed, but Professor Mcgonagall and Mrs. Weasley, who were nearby, caught her in time, preventing her from falling to the ground.
Silke extended her trembling hand and used the wand to trace the most critical magical rune circuits that the gray-robed figure had inscribed on the Triwizard Cup. She struggled to open her pale lips and said,
"These are the runes that person drew when creating the Portkey."
Dumbledore examined the runes, and the furrow in his brow smoothed out. He spoke urgently to Professor Mcgonagall,
"Take her to Madam Pomfrey."
Then, he extended his arm, and Phoenix Fawkes spread its wings on his arm, the golden-red light flowing through its feathers.
"Would you like to come with me now, Cornelius?"
He looked at Fudge, phrasing it as a question, but his arm was already resting on Fudge's shoulder.
Fudge's face showed a strained smile as he was about to refuse, but before he could speak, he and Dumbledore were enveloped in a golden light and vanished from Hogwarts.
At the same moment, in the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore and Fudge suddenly appeared.
Having learned the exact location to which Sherlock had been transported from Silke, Dumbledore did not immediately go there. Instead, he brought Fudge to the Ministry of Magic first.
The Auror Office was still brightly lit, even though it was past working hours. A large number of Aurors were gathered there, which was not unusual and no one found it suspicious.
The place where Dumbledore and Fudge appeared was right in front of the head of the Auror Office, a male wizard named Rufus Scrimgeour, who had been the Chief Auror for nearly twenty years.
Upon seeing Dumbledore, Scrimgeour stood up from his chair with a serious expression.
"So, a special operation is confirmed for tonight?"
"My presence here indicates that the situation has reached its worst", Dumbledore said calmly. "Now, you can gather all the Aurors."
Fudge had initially breathed a sigh of relief when he realized they were at the Ministry of Magic. However, when he heard Scrimgeour and Dumbledore's brief exchange, his body tensed up.
Fudge, who always suspected Dumbledore of plotting to usurp his position as Minister, immediately thought that Scrimgeour and Dumbledore were working together!
There was a significant chance that tonight's events were a conspiracy orchestrated by Dumbledore!
He widened his eyes and glared at Scrimgeour and Dumbledore, shouting,
"What are you planning to do with the Aurors! Without the Minister's authority, even the head of the Auror Office can only call up one-fifth of the regular personnel!"
Dumbledore remained calm, speaking softly,
"The Minister will be joining us tonight, so gathering all the Aurors is both legal and in accordance with the rules."
"You're talking nonsense! I haven't agreed to your operation! I don't even know where you're going! What are you planning, Dumbledore!"
His shouts went unanswered. The Aurors, already on standby, assembled in less than five minutes.
Then, Scrimgeour, Dumbledore, and the captive Minister of Magic, Fudge, led eighty-five percent of the Aurors out of the Ministry of Magic.
(End of Chapter)
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