Chapter 532 Kingsley's Lucky Day

As Mike lay unconscious in the lava pit, the blazing sun in the sky began to gradually collapse, and the dazzling light gradually faded. Dumbledore's body, which had basically returned to normal, quickly shrank, and his face became even older than before. Finally, he stumbled and fell from the sky.

Seeing that Dumbledore was about to fall to the ground and turn into a pool of flesh, Snape's tall figure suddenly appeared. He pointed his wand at Dumbledore from a distance, and Dumbledore's descent speed suddenly slowed down. He fell to the ground lightly like a leaf.

"Thank you, Severus."

Dumbledore said slowly. At this moment, he looked very weak.

Snape did not speak, but took out a bottle of black-green potion from his waist and poured it into Dumbledore's mouth, and then walked towards the lava pit where Mike was with his wand.

"Ahem, wait..." Dumbledore shouted at Snape's back, "Severus! What are you doing?"

"Do what I should do."

Snape said without turning his head, the wand in his hand still flashed a light green light and pointed at Mike.

"Stop! Severus! You can't do this?"

"No, of course I can." Snape raised his eyebrows and said, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flashed, but at this moment, a red light flew out of Dumbledore's hand and blocked Mike directly, smashing the Kedavra curse.

"Why?" Snape roared, "Voldemort is dead! Now as long as he dies, everything will be over!"

"It's not our turn to judge Mike! Hand him over to the Ministry of Magic, the Ministry of Magic will deal with him!"

Dumbledore said with a heavy breath. The red light just now was his only remaining magic power. Now he can be said to be exhausted.

Snape looked at Dumbledore's turbid eyes, the wand in his hand trembled slightly, and he struggled for a long time before finally letting it go.

Seeing this, Dumbledore finally breathed a sigh of relief and clapped his hands. A ball of fire suddenly exploded in the air, accompanied by a pleasant song. The phoenix Foxy rushed out of the flames, landed on Dumbledore and rubbed his shriveled cheek intimately.

Dumbledore whispered something to it, and Foxy disappeared. When it appeared again from the flames after a long time, there was a dark figure behind it.

"Dumbledore? What are you doing..."

Kingsley was stunned when he saw the messy scene around him as soon as he landed. In the series of battles just now, this land had endured too much that it shouldn't have endured. At this moment, it was completely a doomsday scene.

But after seeing Dumbledore, he hurried to Dumbledore's side and asked with concern, but Dumbledore was so weak at this time that he could hardly speak, and could only point to the deep pit beside him with difficulty.

Kingsley turned his head and saw that in a large area of ​​half-solidified black-red magma, Mike was lying alone and quietly on a gray rock.

"Merlin's beard!"

Kingsley's hairs all exploded, and the wand hidden in his sleeve appeared in his hand almost instantly.

In the internal meeting of their Ministry of Magic, they had already found out about Mike's background and strength, and determined that Mike was the source of all the disputes in society during this period.

Such a dangerous person suddenly appeared in front of him, which made Kingsley's legs begin to weaken.

"Waste! He has fainted!"

Snape, who was not far away, mocked with contempt. He couldn't stand Kingsley, an official of the Ministry of Magic, because in a sense, they were actually the same kind of people as Voldemort, all man-eating monsters!

It's just that the two have different ways of eating people. One is to eat in a mess, and the other is to taste carefully, and pay attention to a long-term flow.

But Kingsley didn't care about Snape's ridicule at all. At this moment, all his attention was on Mike.

After confirming that Mike had really lost his self-consciousness, Kingsley was filled with ecstasy!

Kingsley was not a fool. Based on the situation here, he had roughly analyzed the whole story. It was probably that Dumbledore forcibly subdued Mike and wanted to use him as a bargaining chip for his own promotion.

This was what they had agreed on at the beginning.

Kingsley joined the Order of the Phoenix as the Order's eyes and mouthpiece in the Ministry of Magic, while Dumbledore used his connections and means to help Kingsley get promoted as soon as possible.

Now that Mike is the person the Ministry of Magic wants to catch the most, let alone how much credit he represents.

In this situation where Scrimgeour's prestige has almost been lost in the near future, as long as Kingsley can capture Mike Townley alive, then let alone the acting minister, even the real minister, he can compete.

"Dumbledore, this... this?"

Kingsley said tremblingly.

The surprise came too quickly, and he was still a little unresponsive.

"I'll leave Mike to you. He should be punished for his wrongdoings." Dumbledore struggled and said, "There is one more thing. Voldemort... he is dead too."

Kingsley jumped up excitedly!

With Mike Townley arrested and Voldemort dead, the entire Ministry of Magic will return to its original peaceful and stable state. Kingsley felt that today was his lucky day!

At this moment, he looked at Dumbledore's shriveled and terrifying face like a skeleton, and he felt pleasing to the eye.

He really didn't expect that this old guy Dumbledore, who usually kept silent, still had such strong power.

But looking at Dumbledore's current appearance, he should have been seriously injured after solving two big troubles at the same time, and it is estimated that he will not live long.

But this is a good thing!

You have to know that Dumbledore's prestige in the Ministry of Magic and even in the entire European magic world has reached an almost exaggerated level, which is quite disadvantageous to the Minister of Magic, because Dumbledore is like a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads, and as long as they do something slightly out of line, he will suddenly fall and kill them on the spot. Did

n't you see that Minister Fudge was almost driven crazy before?

And now Dumbledore is dying, doesn't this mean that when he becomes the Minister of Magic in the future, he will have no constraints at all?

Kingsley laughed so hard that his eyes were almost invisible.

But at this moment, Dumbledore continued:

"Voldemort was killed by Michael, I just picked up a loophole. Regarding this matter, I hope you can report it truthfully and give it to Michael as a credit to offset the losses he caused."

The smile on Kingsley's face froze, and Snape's brows in the distance also frowned.

"This..." Kingsley hesitated, "Isn't this not good?"

"That's it, Kingsley, I'm tired." Dumbledore closed his eyes, "I hope this can exempt him from the death penalty."

...

Half an hour later, Kingsley came out of the official fireplace in the Ministry of Magic Hall carrying a huge stone coffin.

At this moment, a large number of Aurors gathered in the Ministry of Magic Hall. These people were sent to guard the hall to prevent the farce that had been staged in the hall from happening again.

Almost everyone who came to the Ministry of Magic had to go through their strict inspection. Of course, officials like Kingsley were exceptions.

The moment they saw Kingsley, the Aurors surrounding the fireplace made way without hesitation.

But Kingsley did not go to his office as usual, but nodded to them, and then carefully placed the sarcophagus behind him on the ground.

This special move attracted the attention of everyone in the hall. It was a very rough coffin, with a dark black surface, not only uneven, but also constantly emitting a strong smell of sulfur.

This made it look as if it was made of magma not long ago.

But the most eye-catching thing was the dense ancient magic words on it. These magic words were closely connected to each other, and there was a faint blue light flashing on it, which was very mysterious.

While everyone was observing this sarcophagus, Kingsley exhaled a deep breath and shouted to the Auror captain closest to him:

"Go and inform Mr. Minister that I have captured McTownley alive!"

The Auror captain looked up at Kingsley in a daze, as if he didn't understand what happened. It was not until Kingsley repeated his words that he suddenly realized and crawled towards the magic elevator.

At this time, the people in the hall had exploded.

Everyone crowded around Kingsley, crying or laughing, and from time to time there were a few screams from the crowd.

This period of time was also a torment for the Aurors, but now, everything is over.

Kingsley just leaned quietly against the sarcophagus, with a smile on his face, enjoying his honor at the moment indifferently. If possible, he really hoped that this moment would be eternal.

Of course, this is impossible.

Under the Auror captain's all-out rush, Scrimgeour soon came out of the elevator with a group of Ministry of Magic officials.

With his appearance, the originally noisy crowd instantly quieted down, and everyone made way for Scrimgeour to quickly come to the sarcophagus.

"Mr. Minister, inside..."

Kingsley smiled and patted the sarcophagus. Just when he was about to say something, he saw that Scrimgeour didn't mean to pay attention to him at all. He directly stretched out his wand and waved it violently. The lid of the top of the sarcophagus was cut open, revealing Mike inside, who was wrapped in layers of the light belt of the end of all curses.

Scrimgeour, expressionless, swallowed hard, first checked the light band on Mike's body, then slowly extended his shaking hand under Mike's nose, and then pulled it back suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

"How did you do it?"

Scrimgeour looked at Kingsley in disbelief, but Kingsley replied indifferently:

"Oh! Do you think I'm weak?"

Kingsley crossed his arms and slightly raised his head, looking at Scrimgeour with his nose, hoping to see some angry expression on Scrimgeour's face.

This has always been a dream of his, and he only dared to think about it in the past, but now the situation is different. He thinks he has the qualifications to accomplish this task after capturing Mike Townley alive.

However, it is obvious that he still underestimated Scrimgeour's hot temper.

"I ask you! How did you do it? Was it Dumbledore? He did it, right?"

Scrimgeour roared. In this extreme anger, the rough skin on his face began to turn red rapidly, and his fluffy brown hair stood up, making him look like a lion!

Under this terrifying momentum, Kingsley decisively backed off.

He swallowed his saliva and stammered:

"No... no, he fought a big battle with Voldemort, and was seriously injured after killing Voldemort, so I was able to pick up the loophole."

"You mean Voldemort was killed by him?"

"Yes... yes."

As soon as these words came out, the whole hall was in an uproar. Many people around covered their mouths in disbelief. They really couldn't imagine that the dark cloud that had been hanging over their heads for so long was gone at this moment!

Scrimgeour soon felt that something was wrong. Voldemort could die, but he must not die at the hands of McTominay.

This will further exaggerate his influence. Almost all people who have been hurt by Voldemort and the Death Eaters will instinctively lean towards him, which can be seen from Harry Potter.

But McTominay is not Harry Potter!

If he is given the same status and treatment as Harry Potter, then let alone directly executing him to end all the chaos, even trying him will become extremely difficult.

Thinking of this, Scrimgeour instinctively wanted to call the Aurors to control everyone present. You must know that at this moment, in addition to the Aurors, there are other ordinary wizards who come to the Ministry of Magic to handle affairs. These people may leak the news.

But as soon as he turned his head, he saw several witches in formal clothes and wearing veils disappeared into the fireplace.

Scrimgeour knew these two women. They were members of the resistance group "Daughters of the United Bang" and had just discussed with him about improving the status of witches.

The most fatal thing is that they are of noble birth and are very familiar with the twists and turns in the upper-level game!

It is conceivable that the news that Voldemort was killed by McTominay will soon be known to the Daily Prophet and other media, and the Ministry of Magic cannot suppress such big news that can shock the world!

In other words, this matter is irreversible!

Scrimgeour's face fell instantly, and he glared at Kingsley fiercely. If Kingsley had not chosen to make this matter public, things would not be so difficult at all!

Then he snorted coldly, and walked towards the magic elevator with the tightly bound Mike and a group of Aurors!