Mastering Lightning from Hogwarts

"What?"

"What joke are you playing?"

"The Dark… the mysterious man is still alive?"

"Good heavens! Is he going to start another war?"

Fudge's words were like a 'Thunderclap Explosion' charm cast in the center of the hall, causing immediate chaos.

The hundreds of wizarding representatives present could no longer be described as simply discussing; it was outright arguing and roaring, with many even screaming.

Most of them expressed doubt about Fudge's words, frankly, they didn't believe it at all. The Dark Lord's death was a foregone conclusion; they didn't believe it and didn't want to believe it.

A portion of them, however, showed surprise, even delight. Although ten years had passed since Voldemort's disappearance, there were still many loyal to the Dark Lord or from families that were.

They were unwilling to believe that Voldemort was gone, and now, hearing this definitive news, they were naturally overjoyed, seeing it as a great opportunity for the Dark Lord and pure-blood families to rise again!

At the same time, many others believed Fudge's words, but they showed more concern and fear. No one wanted to return to the dark ages where everyone had to be wary.

Representing this group were the wizarding families who had sought refuge abroad and were now returning, as well as merchants from all walks of life, who were also very concerned, as turmoil would only make business more difficult.

All of this was clearly seen by Anduin in the center of the hall, who was recording everyone's reactions and expressions through the enchanted recording function on his monocle.

In fact, it wasn't just Anduin; Dumbledore, on Fudge's other side, was also taking this opportunity to observe them.

Who was the enemy and who was the friend in the British wizarding world could be clearly distinguished with just this scene.

However, to Anduin's surprise, Lucius, the former Death Eater, was actually pale with fright, clearly showing excessive terror.

"Interesting, it seems this guy has no loyalty to Voldemort at all, more likely fear. But that makes sense; after all, how could some selfish families sincerely dedicate everything to one person?"

Anduin chuckled inwardly, then lowered the threat level of the Malfoy family by another notch.

As for Fudge on the judgment seat, he was enjoying the shock and fear displayed by everyone. He knew that when he first heard the news, he was also frightened for a long time.

"Hmph, now it's your turn. I'm going to make your jaws drop in a moment." Fudge chuckled to himself. Looking at so many wizards losing their composure from his perspective was truly a rare and wonderful sight.

"Cough cough!"

Before Fudge could indulge for long, he heard Anduin cough beside him. He knew Anduin was reminding him to move on to the next segment.

That's right, prolonged chaos could turn into a riot. Fudge nodded inwardly, then vigorously swung the gavel in his hand.

"Silence!"

"Silence!"

"Silence!"

Despite Fudge's increasing volume, it took him a while to restore calm to the hall. The bombshell he dropped was simply too shocking, making it difficult for everyone to concentrate.

"Everyone, don't panic!" Fudge took a breath and continued loudly, "The fact that Voldemort is not dead is indeed true, but that doesn't mean he will threaten the safety of the British wizarding world."

"Because! Standing before all the wizarding citizens is our Ministry of Magic! And a group of brave and fearless warriors!"

At this point, Fudge's expression immediately became righteous, and his sanctimonious appearance made him look like a brave man who stepped forward in the face of adversity.

Seeing Fudge's glorious and righteous image and hearing his imposing manner, many people actually felt much calmer.

Clearly, sometimes a leader with authority and composure can have a greater impact than imagined!

On the other side, Fudge, seeing everyone's reaction, also became more confident, and even his expression and voice had less performance, as if at this moment he had become a true leader.

"Now, please allow me to report the follow-up to this incident."

Having found his groove, Fudge then began to speak eloquently to the crowd:

"After discovering Voldemort's踪迹，富有正义感的威尔逊先生第一时间便与魔法部取得了联系。"

"After discovering Voldemort's whereabouts, the righteous Mr. Wilson immediately contacted the Ministry of Magic."

"After learning of this clue, the Ministry of Magic and I personally attached great importance to it, and did not turn a blind eye to it because of the incredibility of this matter!"

"Subsequently, with the help of Mr. Wilson, I personally took charge of the Auror Headquarters, and together with Director Amelia, commanded 40 Aurors and 20 members of the Accidental Reversal Squad to conduct a siege against the escaped dark wizard Voldemort."

"At the same time, thanks to the tireless efforts of the Ministry of Magic's law enforcement personnel, we severely damaged Voldemort, completely destroying the body he possessed."

"Finally, with the help of the alchemical treasure provided by Mr. Wilson, we successfully arrested and brought to justice the dark wizard who once tried to destroy the order of the British wizarding world—Voldemort!"

"And today, the subject of this trial is Voldemort himself! The Ministry of Magic is determined to let the world know that justice may be late, but it will never be absent!"

Fudge's righteous voice was deafening, and the surrounding wizards, as well as the surrounding Wizengamot councilors, were all unsurprisingly shocked.

"What? The Ministry of Magic captured Voldemort alive? What joke are you playing?"

"That's ridiculous! The powerful Dark Lord could not be manipulated by you so easily!"

"The Dark Lord is caught? He's caught? He's caught…"

"Merlin's beard, my heart can't take it, someone tell me if Fudge has lost his mind?"

"Long live the Ministry of Magic! Long live Minister Fudge! Long live Mr. Wilson!"

In just an instant, the courtroom fell into even more chaos than before.

For a time, voices of doubt, cheers, shock, and disbelief were endless, instantly turning the courtroom into the center of a bustling city.

People couldn't believe that the once invincible Dark Lord would be arrested so easily. Compared to this, Fudge's statement that the other party was still alive seemed more sincere.

In fact, not only the wizards observing the scene, but even the Aurors responsible for security were dumbfounded.

What's going on? The Ministry of Magic participated in Voldemort's capture? How come we don't know about this? For the past half month, Minister Fudge, Director Amelia, and the Auror Headquarters haven't been busy every day preparing for the opening of the magic communication network?

Where the hell is there a special operation?

However, although the Aurors were full of question marks at this time, they were fortunate not to raise any questions in person. Of course, this was thanks to the headquarters giving them a heads-up in advance, telling them not to pay attention to any strange remarks they heard at the public trial. Their only responsibility was to maintain order at the scene.

But this overly explosive information suddenly poured into the wizards' minds, causing the scene to become even more chaotic. For a time, even the Aurors were a little out of control.

"Silence! Silence! Silence! Silence!"

This time, Fudge had to spend more effort, even using the 'Sonorous' charm, to barely restore calm to the chaotic scene.

"Please everyone remain rational!"

Fudge's throat was almost hoarse from shouting. At this point, he felt that personally presiding over this public trial might not be a good idea.

"Next, the Ministry of Magic will, together with Mr. Wilson, demonstrate Voldemort in his current soul state! Then, according to the procedure, the crimes he committed will be judged!"

"During this period, I hope everyone can remain restrained and calm so that this public trial can proceed smoothly!"

Fudge's expression was unusually serious at this time. He didn't want the same chaotic scene to occur again in a while, so he had to reach a consensus with everyone first.

When everyone heard that Fudge and the others were really preparing to bring Voldemort in for questioning, and it didn't seem like they were joking, they immediately fell silent.

Because Fudge's actions made everyone realize that everything he said was likely true!

People might dare to shout and yell in front of Fudge, but in front of Voldemort? They wouldn't dare to say a word of nonsense even if they were given a hundred times the courage.

At the same time, everyone had never experienced the scene of judging a dark wizard, so they couldn't help but become interested.

And those reporters from home and abroad had realized that today's public trial was probably extraordinary, and they had already aimed the long and short cameras in their hands at the center of the courtroom, for fear of missing every shot.

It's just that in the position where these reporters were, a large husky suddenly appeared at some point, and it was operating a magic prop that was completely different from a magic camera.

"Very good, thank you for your cooperation." Fudge was very satisfied with the state of the scene, then turned his head to look at Anduin, "Next, I will have to trouble Mr. Wilson."

"Happy to serve you, Minister!" Anduin nodded elegantly. In public, his acting skills were only higher than Fudge's.

Then Anduin slowly got up, walked to the center of the courtroom, and took out the box containing the Dementor Orb from his body.

"Next, I will show you Voldemort. He is currently in a soul state and is currently stored in a special container. At the same time, please rest assured that Voldemort's current state is very safe and will not cause you any harm."

Before opening the box, Anduin thoughtfully explained to everyone.

"Soul state? Stored in a container? Then how can we be sure that the other party is Voldemort… the mysterious man?" A Wizengamot councilor near the front row asked doubtfully.

And this was the question in most people's minds. What if you just found a soul and said the other party was Voldemort, and then tricked them?

"Don't worry, when you see Voldemort, you can easily judge the authenticity. Compared to me, there are many people on the scene who have a deep relationship with him." After saying that, Anduin glanced at Lucius and other pure-blood wizards intentionally or unintentionally.

Then, Anduin ignored those people's reactions and took out the Dementor Orb on his own, gently holding it in his palm.

"Voldemort! Wake up, it's time to get up!" After taking out the Dementor Orb, Anduin said coldly to it.

However, the Dementor Orb did not respond to Anduin's call and remained in its completely blue state.

Seeing this, the surrounding wizards couldn't help but look at Anduin with suspicious eyes, and some even grinned coldly. From the beginning, they didn't believe that the Dark Lord would fall into the hands of others.

Even Fudge and others on the judgment seat felt a trace of tension in their hearts. Would Anduin screw up at this critical moment?

However, Anduin didn't show any surprise when he saw this. He just smiled coldly, and then a cluster of electric current suddenly窜起from his palm, "Don't pretend to be dead with me, you waste!"

However, Anduin didn't show any surprise when he saw this. He just smiled coldly, and then a cluster of electric current suddenly burst from his palm, "Don't pretend to be dead with me, you waste!"

"Ah!! Damn Anduin! I must tear you to pieces!" With a wail, the originally silent Dementor Orb suddenly became turbid.

And Voldemort's unique, almost soul-touching hoarse voice immediately made the temperature in the entire courtroom drop several degrees.

The wizards who had been expressing suspicion and ridicule towards Anduin were even more shocked by this voice.

At the same time, the hall, which had some sporadic discussions, instantly became silent.

Even Fudge on the judgment seat was so frightened that he shivered. On the one hand, he was glad that Voldemort had appeared, and on the other hand, he felt a trace of fear. He had never faced Voldemort himself before.

"Heh, not pretending to be dead?" Anduin smiled contemptuously, then took out his wand and pointed it at the Dementor Orb.

Then the Dementor Orb, which was not even the size of a fist, suddenly expanded, instantly increasing to the size of a basketball.

"Voldemort, come and see the friends I invited for you today. There should be many acquaintances of yours in here, right?"

Anduin raised his hand and held it up, allowing the enlarged Dementor Orb to float in mid-air, and at this time everyone could clearly see the hideous face condensed from the turbid smoke inside the Dementor Orb.

"Friends?"

Hearing this, Voldemort immediately looked around. He was suddenly awakened and didn't react for a while. In that box without a trace of light, he had almost nothing to do except sleep.

After scanning it, Voldemort immediately saw the environment in front of him, and those people!

Voldemort's sight first locked onto the figure on the judgment seat directly opposite, and then he gritted his teeth and said hatefully, "Albus! Minerva! Amelia! Barty! Bianca!"

When Voldemort named Fudge in turn, he suddenly paused, "And you… who are you again?"

Fudge, who was ignored by Voldemort, suddenly felt very embarrassed. I'm sitting in the center and you can ignore me? So he mustered up his courage and shouted loudly, "I am the current Minister of Magic! Cornelius Fudge!"