activa-t Chapter 175 The Death of Old Bok
Chapter 175 The Death of Old Bok
Hearing Mr. Scrimgeour's introduction, everyone present opened their mouths wide open. They couldn't believe what they were facing now.
Although most ordinary people in the wizarding world don't know much about the history of Muggles and everything that happened.
But these people in this parliament hall are basically the patriarchs of various magic families, or outstanding members of noble families.
Compared with other ordinary people, they are more sensitive to politics, and their desire for knowledge is more persistent, since the sudden change in the magical world in Augustus.
Many people present have studied the history of the Muggle world, and of course they know what Mr. Scrimgeour is doing now, but they just don't dare to believe the facts in front of them.
What Voldemort said next made them fall into the abyss even more, only to hear the other party speak slowly in that terrifying voice.
"Give me your wands, you don't need them for the next battle, Mr. Scrimgeour will teach you how to use them."
"You just need to bring your infinite loyalty to me and the belief of brave sacrifice for the future, to face those children who haven't experienced anything yet."
As he said that, the four Death Eaters headed by Bella had already started to take out their wands. Two of them were on the first floor, and the remaining two were on the second and third floors, and they began to ask everyone present for them. wand.
"Should we look at Mr. Scrimgeour's teaching again, in case we can't learn it, we must know that time is running out now."
"I'm not unwilling to give up my life for the Dark Lord, but I'm afraid that because of my personal mistakes, it will affect the smooth implementation of your great plan."
Seeing Barty Crouch Jr. getting closer and closer to him, the old Mr. Bork on the third floor seemed very nervous at the moment. Of course he didn't want to hand over his wand.
Handing over a wand in the wizarding world means giving up the identity of a wizard, which is a great shame for all wizards, let alone a person like him who has always been in the right and wrong.
They didn't even want to hand over their only support. Most of them thought that when Voldemort was going to attack Hogwarts, they would take advantage of the chaotic situation to use Apparition to escape from the scene.
However, most of them are not proficient enough to cast spells without a wand. Once they hand over the wands in their hands, it really means that they will become cannon fodder for the opponent to attack Hogwarts. All escape routes were blocked.
"Of course, for your loyalty, I would like to ask Mr. Scrimgeour to tell you more, but I think that would be too much time."
"I have a simpler method, Miss Bella, show them, just for Mr. Bork."
The refusal in his impression did not come through, Voldemort purposely looked up at Mr. Bork's terrified face, and said in a low growl.
Bella, who received the order, seemed very excited, probably because the Dark Lord, whom she had always admired, called her name instead of her husband's surname.
The crazy woman jumped to Mr. Scrimgeour's side, snatched the brand new AK rifle from the opponent's hand with a full face of arrogance, then pulled the bolt skillfully and raised the gun to aim at the third floor. Mr. Bock pulled the trigger.
"boom!!!"
A loud gunshot echoed continuously in the hall, making everyone instantly quiet, and even Mr. Scrimgeour beside Bella had no time to react.
A bullet with green light was fired from the elegant rifling in the barrel, and it pierced Mr. Bork's chest in one shot.
The bullet carried powerful kinetic energy and knocked the chairs behind him into sawdust. Mr. Bork looked at the bloody hole in his chest and pointed at Voldemort on the rostrum. He wanted to speak but was choked by his own blood. .
"Cough cough cough!!"
The severe cough was very clear after the gunshot, and the coughing sound only lasted for a short time. Only half a minute later, Mr. Bork lay in his position and died motionless.
"Shooting the bull's-eye, these stupid Muggle inventions work just fine, just for them to kill each other."
"It's really a group of cruel and ignorant people. They can kill each other so efficiently without magic."
Bella, who finished a perfect shot, blew the gunpowder smoke, danced and shouted loudly, looking crazy like a gorilla who got an apple.
Looking at the crazy woman next to him, Mr. Scrimgeour felt extremely annoyed. He flew over to snatch the AK rifle from the opponent's hand, and shouted loudly.
"What are you doing, how can you carry out such a killing for no reason, this kind of killing is worthless, this is completely different from what you said for the future of the wizarding world."
"You crazy people, I..."
Before Mr. Scrimgeour could vent his anger, he was forcibly interrupted by the mad woman in front of him. The other party held up the AK rifle and aimed the muzzle directly at Mr. Scrimgeour's head.
Then with his signature crazy smiling face, he asked maliciously.
"Why do you feel sad for him? Do you still want to go back to that Dumbledore? I think you are not loyal to Lord Dark Lord at all."
"You vile idiot, you..."
Just when the other party wanted to continue insulting Mr. Scrimgeour, the rifle in Bella's hand was returned to Mr. Scrimgeour's hand by an invisible force.
"Please continue to explain Mr. Scrimgeour. We are running out of time now. It is past twelve o'clock tonight."
"The International Union of Wizards Conference in Paris is about to be held. At that time, we will be passive and our righteous actions will be shamed."
"So we have to go to Hogwarts as soon as possible to avoid more serious consequences caused by the other party, and to avoid the future of our British wizarding world being educated to extremes by that group of people."
Voldemort's voice came from the top of Mr. Scrimgeour's head. Although the words were full of majestic tones, it seemed so ironic to Mr. Scrimgeour's ears.
The other party had just let his subordinates go and executed a lifelong member of the Wizengamot Council without any reason. This was already a very serious violation of the laws of the British magic community.
It is shameless to say that such a violent and unreasonable method is for some just act.
But thinking of his identity and the situation he was in now, Mr. Scrimgeour could only bite the bullet and began to explain the use of the AK rifle to everyone present.
Thanks to the maturity of this gun model and the succinct usage specifications, the speech did not take too much time. After a brief explanation, Mr. Scrimgeour quietly retreated to a corner of the rostrum.
Waiting for the protagonist behind the rostrum to deliver today's final speech.