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Chapter 731: My Friends, It's Time for a Change!
Chapter 731: My Friends, It's Time for a Change!
"I know among you there are despicable thieves, ruthless thugs, and Dark Wizards who have delved into forbidden Magic and are shunned by society. You have adapted to this place, even actively creating chaos and reveling in it..."
"But I believe there are many more of you who have grown tired of the senseless conflicts and no longer wish to see strangers' blood stain your doorsteps. You don't want your children and loved ones to face the risk of death just by walking down the street... and you are sick and tired of the endless exploitation of the weak by the strong!"
"Those who inflict violence have no sympathy. If they think you are weak and easy to bully, they will mercilessly take away the last bit of food you have..."
As he spoke, Ivan's tone grew more intense. He looked at the faces of the audience, many of whom were visibly moved, and continued.
"So... my friends, it's time for a change. Knockturn Alley desperately needs order!"
"From today onward, we will no longer fear being caught in some random street brawl or having our hard-earned meager income stolen. We will no longer live in fear of being bullied and oppressed..."
"We will live in a new place, a place that rejects chaos and embraces order—a new home!"
Ivan's words resonated like a bell in everyone's mind.
Many Dark Wizards showed signs of unease, glancing nervously around them. More and more people were being stirred by his words.
As Ivan had anticipated, the majority of the inhabitants in this slum were the poor. Most had grown up here, while a few had migrated from elsewhere and settled down.
These people were the victims of Knockturn Alley's chaos. To outsiders, they were like cockroaches and rats hiding in the corners, a group... completely abandoned by the Wizarding World!
No one despised the chaos here more than they did, and no one yearned for order more than they did.
To successfully clean up Knockturn Alley, Ivan knew he had to win their support!
However, just as Ivan was speaking, a discordant voice suddenly interrupted.
"Even the Ministry of Magic can't control this place. What makes you think you can?"
Ivan paused his speech and looked in the direction of the voice. It came from a middle-aged male wizard in his thirties, with a sullen and aggressive expression.
"That's a good question! However, I don't like being interrupted when I'm speaking, do you understand?" Ivan's smile remained unchanged, as polite as ever.
The Aurors watching couldn't help but shiver.
The middle-aged wizard's face showed a hint of disdain. He thought Ivan's reaction was a sign of weakness and fear, but before he could speak again, Ivan suddenly and without warning waved his wand.
"Crucio~ (Crucio)"
An indescribable pain instantly swept through his body. The once-aggressive wizard fell to the ground the next second, convulsing wildly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and he let out a series of agonized screams...
At first, the wizard tried to be tough, even gritting his teeth to keep his voice low. But as Ivan increased the intensity of the spell, his will broke, and he began to beg pitifully for Ivan's forgiveness...
However, no matter how the other party pleaded, Ivan's expression remained unchanged. Casting his wand without wavering, he silently watched the male wizard writhing in agony on the ground.
Only when the man collapsed like a dead dog did Ivan slowly put his wand away.
The entire square was eerily quiet.
In the crowd, Vincent looked at the middle-aged male wizard who had been tortured into unconsciousness, then at the figure on the magic podium. A chill crept into his heart.
The other wizards also looked at Ivan with fear and panic in their eyes.
Ivan's polite demeanor and somewhat youthful appearance had led them to mistakenly believe they were facing a weak and vulnerable lamb.
But Ivan's sudden Cruciatus Curse had completely shattered this illusion.
The Aurors surrounding them constantly reminded everyone that this was not a lamb, but a ferocious tiger ready to devour them!
"Is there anyone else who wants to ask a question?"
Ivan's voice rang out again.
No one dared to respond; all of them fearfully lowered their heads, the male wizard's agonized screams still echoing in their ears, silencing their words.
Ivan noted the changes in their expressions but was not surprised. He had long understood that some people in Knockturn Alley were beyond reason.
Only oppression and pain could make thugs see sense...
However, Ivan was always lenient with those who behaved properly. He wanted to ease the tense atmosphere to prevent them from mistakenly thinking he was a cruel wizard. So he spoke gently.
"You have no need to fear me. The sharp guillotine is reserved only for those who deserve punishment. Those who can recognize the situation, who are willing to follow the order, will be treated with the greatest leniency!"
"Now, make your choice. All the wizards of Knockturn Alley are here. You have the right to decide the future of this Forgotten Land. Do you want to continue with the chaos of the past, or are you willing to help me establish a new order?"
"I will give you one minute to consider. Those who agree, please raise your hands. Those who do not agree..." Ivan glanced around at everyone, pointing his wand at the empty space below the magic podium. "Please step forward!"
Time ticked by, and the wizards gathered in the square grew increasingly hesitant. While Ivan's words resonated with them, they were not enough to earn their trust.
In Knockturn Alley, words were the least reliable thing, especially when they had been forcibly brought here...
So, compared to Ivan's vision of a "beautiful new home", they were more afraid of the Aurors surrounding them, wands in hand.
As for Ivan's talk of democratic voting, no one was foolish enough to believe it. The male wizard who had dared to challenge Ivan still lay unconscious, and no one wanted to share his fate.
Half a minute passed, and no one raised their hand or stepped forward, as if they were silently protesting...
Ivan's expression remained calm, but inside, he was growing anxious, wondering if he had been too hasty.
He should have planted a few supporters in the crowd to speak up for him...
(End of Chapter)
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