Movie World I Am A King

Go back five hours in time...

Early morning - the eighth basement of the Ministry of Magic in London - the Atrium.

This time here is the rush hour for work, elves like dwarves, wizards dressed like weirdos, and guys dressed like plumbers... They are like factory workers. Each entrance enters the atrium, then passes through the inspection desk and walks towards the elevator entrance...

A handsome young man in a suit and leather shoes, with a strange smile on his face, followed the flow of people towards the examination table... When he was about to reach the examination table, he quietly took out a black ball from his pocket and threw it on the examination table. on the ground...

When the little ball stopped rolling, a pair of short legs emerged from under it, running away while avoiding the big feet of the crowd...

And when this small black ball was running, it was still splitting itself... Finally, these inconspicuous little things became hundreds... And at this moment, there happened to be a careless guy who Stepped on top of the small black ball...

A mutation happened——

Bang—a huge sound... the small ball that was stepped on exploded, and the unlucky guy who stepped on the ball lost his legs in an instant...

"Ah—damn it... oh my god... what the hell is this... 19" The wizard who fell down instantly because of the loss of his legs, before he had time to feel the pain, the entire atrium was in chaos...

With that loud noise as a signal, the entire atrium - there was a continuous explosion...

"Boom-boom-boom..."

All of a sudden—the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, which was originally extremely lively, instantly turned into an extremely tragic battlefield...

"Help..."

"My God... my God..."

"Doctor... I need a doctor..."

Wails, cries for help... There was a sound... Someone was using a magic wand to cast armor and protection spells on themselves, but more people were at a loss, running around like headless chickens...

The magic world has been at peace for too long, and they have simply forgotten how to protect themselves in the event of war...

"What a disgrace to a group of wizards..." The instigator of all this, the handsome young man in a suit, watched all this with cold eyes. He really didn't expect that an activation magic plus a clone magic could make the joke so powerful , I have to say, this really exceeded his expectations.

But—the ugliness of these wizards in front of him strengthened his belief that only the Dark Lord is qualified to lead the wizarding world, and only the Dark Lord is the destiny of the entire wizarding world...

"It's time to welcome that lord's arrival..." the young man muttered to himself, pointing his wand at the sky in the atrium...suddenly, a dark cloud that should not have appeared here covered the entire atrium, and even the magic Even the brilliance of the lamp cannot dispel the darkness brought by the dark clouds...

Under the dark clouds, there was a scene of miserable green. A green skeleton hung high in the air. In the mouth of the skeleton, a thick python was swimming in it, which looked like the tongue of the skeleton. weird.

Following this signal, some wizards have already recognized who this symbol belongs to...

"No...it's the Demon King...it's the Death Eaters..."

"Damn... how dare they attack the Ministry of Magic..."

"Is a world war coming... Merlin..."

With the sound of wailing, hordes of Death Eaters instantly appeared in the atrium of the Ministry of Magic relying on the Portkey...

As soon as these Death Eaters with weird masks and black robes appeared, they immediately took out their wands and cast various Unforgivable Curses on those employees of the Ministry of Magic who were still lying on the ground and howling...

"Torn apart..."

"Cruciate..."

"Avada Kedavra……"

In the blink of an eye—those wizards who survived the explosion soon became one...

At this time, there were thousands of dedicated Death Eaters, one by one, killing all the wizards who did not die... The entire atrium of the Ministry of Magic turned into a dead place...

After all this is done, apart from these Death Eaters, there are no more wizards in the entire atrium...

At this moment, a cloud of black mist appeared out of nowhere among the Death Eaters, and under the fanatical gazes of those Death Eaters, it turned into a pale man in a black robe...

This man has a pair of high cheekbones, snake-like eyes, and bloodless skin. You can hardly tell his age from his weird face... none other than him, it is the man who made the entire magic world know The sensual Dark Lord, Voldemort.

"Great Dark Lord... We have successfully completed your first step plan..." The handsome young man walked up to Voldemort and bowed his head respectfully...

He is Barty Crouch...

He was the only one who could use his father's relationship to enter and leave the Ministry of Magic without being questioned... This time, he was completely willing to go all out, and he was completely using his true colors to carry out orders.

"Well done, little Barty..." Voldemort was very satisfied with what his subordinates did... He glanced at the corpses all over the ground, and said indifferently: "Now, our time is coming, please share with me Let us witness the coming of this great era together..."

"Dark Lord...Dark Lord...Dark Lord..."

The frenzied shouts of the Death Eaters made a smile appear on Voldemort's face. He nodded in satisfaction, and then pressed slightly, "Now, we must first completely wipe out this weak and useless magic government. Overthrow... let's go!"

Following Voldemort's order, the Death Eaters cheered and rushed to the elevator in the atrium... They followed the teams that had been assigned, and swept away to each floor...

On this day, all non-pure-blood wizards left behind by the Ministry of Magic were massacred by Death Eaters. As for those pure-blood wizards? As long as they don't resist, those Death Eaters are still happy to show mercy to them...

After all, the era of pure blood they preached is also what 963 needs wizards...

"No...my father is a wizard...my mother is a wizard...I am pure blood..."

"No, obviously you are not, because your mother was a Muggle-born wizard, and your blood stains the term wizard..."

"No... don't do this... ah!!!"

Voldemort walked comfortably in the Ministry of Magic with a few confidantes. The pleadings and cries in his ears were like the most beautiful music to him...

A moment later, a masked Death Eater walked up to Voldemort and bowed his head respectfully... "Great Dark Lord, those Aurors who are far away in France have learned of the changes here, and they are now Gather, come here..."

"Very good..." Voldemort smiled slightly, "Our goal has been achieved... The next step is to watch the Triwizard Tournament that those guys prepared for us... I'm curious, the one Dumbledore favored Little guy, what kind of expression will he have when facing me..."

Speaking of this, Voldemort turned his head and ordered to his cronies: "Notify our brothers and sisters that the carnival here is over, and we are going to the next place to continue..."

"As you wish..." A blond-haired Death Eater said while sending out the agreed signal with the wand in his hand...

In an instant, the Death Eaters who received the signal used all kinds of magic and quickly left the Ministry of Magic, which had already turned into a dead place...

PS: The second chapter has been updated...