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Chapter 806: Fudge's Death
Chapter 806: Fudge’s Death
Kingsley Shacklebolt gave a cold glance at Fudge, who was preparing to flee, then his gaze met with those of Arthur and the other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Everyone’s eyes were resolute; they had all decided to stay and organize a resistance.
The Ministry of Magic was too important to be abandoned so easily!
Just as Kingsley made up his mind, a loud boom suddenly echoed from outside the door. Moments later, an unidentified object whizzed over everyone’s heads and crashed into the back wall.
The previously noisy Meeting Room instantly fell quiet. The startled Ministry officials turned around to see what had flown over their heads, only to find that it was the Meeting Room’s door, now twisted and mangled beyond recognition.
“It’s impossible, how could they have arrived so quickly?!” Arthur Weasley’s pupils constricted as he muttered in disbelief.
They had only received the intrusion alert eight or nine minutes ago. Could the Aurors responsible for guarding the place have been so incompetent?
However, no matter how unwilling they were to believe it, the facts remained unchanged. Shortly after the explosion, a large number of ragged, deranged Death Eaters flooded through the door.
“Bella, Lucius, Augustus, Antonin, Macnair…” Fudge’s breath hitched as he recognized the familiar faces, cursing the traitorous Dementors in his heart.
The Ministry of Magic had provided them with a place to thrive, allowing them to devour the happiness of prisoners and even snatch the souls of the most vicious criminals. Yet, these monsters had turned their backs on their benefactors, releasing the prisoners from Azkaban.
At this thought, Fudge wished he could immediately issue an order to exterminate all the Dementors!
Arthur, Kingsley, and the others gripped their wands tightly. A quick scan revealed that at least a hundred Death Eaters were blocking the door, while they only had about thirty wizards in total. Their chances of winning were virtually zero!
What made everyone feel even more hopeless was the figure standing at the center of the group of Death Eaters.
Many of the wizards present had participated in the battle fifteen years ago and were all too familiar with the red-eyed, snake-faced visage. They knew all too well the Dark Lord’s power.
Ivan strode to the center of the Meeting Hall, raised his hand to signal the Death Eaters to hold their attacks, and then looked at Fudge and the others, speaking.
“Long time no see, Cornelius!”
Fudge, who was sinking into despair and fear, was momentarily stunned by Ivan’s words. Had they met before?
Twenty years ago, yes, but he wasn’t the Minister of Magic then. He was just one of many Aurors, and Fudge didn’t think a minor player like himself could have been remembered by the Dark Lord.
Before Fudge could puzzle it out, Ivan continued, “I must say, your proposal was quite interesting, but unfortunately, I prefer to rule the Wizarding World personally… However, Cornelius, I can offer you a chance to live. Prove your loyalty to me now….”
Proposal? Prove loyalty?
The vast amount of information in Ivan’s words left Fudge’s mind reeling. He almost suspected that the Dark Lord had mistaken him for someone else. However, he soon noticed that the wizards who had been gathered around him were now stepping back, their gazes filled with suspicion.
Listening to the Dark Lord's words, Arthur was immediately reminded of the past few months, during which Fudge had relentlessly suppressed Dumbledore, adamantly denied the Dark Lord's resurrection, and ignored the Dementor riots.
At first, he had thought the Minister of Magic was simply incompetent, foolishly politicizing an issue that could endanger the entire Wizarding World, dismissing it as a rumor spread by his political opponents to undermine him.
Now, it seemed the situation was far more complex. Fudge likely had a secret agreement with the Dark Lord, perhaps to jointly eliminate Dumbledore, which explained his aggressive actions.
However, it was clear that Fudge had underestimated Voldemort's power and ambition, leading to the Dark Lord's brazen attack on the Ministry of Magic—a clear sign that Fudge had miscalculated.
Kingsley Shacklebolt, on the other hand, had a nagging feeling that something wasn't right. Fudge, no matter how incompetent, wouldn't choose to collaborate with the Dark Lord. The shock and fear on Fudge's face when he heard about Voldemort's attack didn't seem feigned.
Under the skeptical gazes of those present, Fudge finally realized the gravity of the situation and hurriedly tried to defend himself. "No, that's not true! Don't listen to him, there's no agreement... He must be trying to divide us, yes, that's it!"
However, Fudge's defense fell on deaf ears. The Dark Lord had already seized control of the entire Ministry of Magic and could kill everyone there at any moment, so there was no need to deceive them.
"It seems you are defying my will, Cornelius?" Ivan interrupted Fudge, his tone growing more menacing. He impatiently raised his right hand, a faint, eerie green light flickering from it.
Fudge's face paled, his hair standing on end. Under the threat of death, all thoughts of power and dignity were cast aside as he shouted, "No, no... stop!! I'm willing..."
Before Fudge could finish his sentence, Ivan casually waved his wand, and a green beam shot from the tip.
"Avada Kedavra!"
In the next moment, Fudge's body slumped to the ground, his eyes wide open, a look of terror and confusion frozen on his face.
The Meeting Hall fell into a deathly silence. Watching Fudge's corpse, Arthur and the others felt a chill run down their spines, struggling to swallow the lump in their throats.
The Minister of Magic was dead, right before their eyes!
Kingsley Shacklebolt shifted his gaze from Fudge's body to the Dark Lord standing in the center of the hall, puzzled as to why the Dark Lord had killed Fudge even after he had agreed to surrender.
"Too late! I prefer those who know when to yield!" Ivan lowered his wand, a note of regret in his voice, then turned to the remaining wizards, asking nonchalantly, "Now, it's your turn. Who else wants to defy me?"
Under Ivan's gaze, the Ministry officials trembled, the Dark Lord's ruthlessness far exceeding their wildest fears. Fudge's brief hesitation had led to his immediate execution, a clear sign of madness!
However, Ivan's unpredictable behavior only deepened their terror. In a matter of seconds, nearly a third of the Ministry's high-ranking officials fell to their knees, humbly begging for the Dark Lord's mercy...
(End of Chapter)
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