The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

"Okay, you're done." Ye Ting clapped his hands with satisfaction, then looked at Plaut, "How about it, do you still want to arrest me? Or confiscate my magic props?"

"This..." Prout looked at the Aurors hanging from the ceiling and buried in the ground with only their heads exposed, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. This scene was like a slap, hitting the Aurors hard. The office was completely insulting to the Aurors. When other people came here, the Auror office was completely disgraced.

However, they can't retaliate yet. Firstly, the reason is in the other party's hands. After all, they have always done the confiscation themselves; secondly, the other party is too strong and they really can't afford to offend him.

"Forget it, you can take the magic items yourself. Anyway, confiscating the wand and magic items of an unconvicted necromancer is against the rules."

"Really? You know the current situation. Ye Ting patted his shoulder and said, "I'll let you go this time. You should be lucky. For Dumbledore's sake, I didn't use Animagus. "

Animagus...04...

Thinking of this, Plaut couldn't help but break into a cold sweat again.

This boy is the first magical creature Animagus in history, seemingly a dragon.

With his ability, if he really transforms into a dragon, he just needs to breathe a few puffs of dragon breath or move his minions, and they will have to explain everything here.

It's really untouchable.

"Well..." Plaut persuaded slowly, "You'd better leave quickly. The elevator is burned out. If you don't hurry up, you will definitely be late."

"Don't worry about it. Also, I flushed Delis into the toilet. Go find it yourself." Ye Ting picked up his dragon skin bag from the ground, stuffed the sun disk and the bell into it, and headed towards Walked in the direction of the elevator.

In front of the elevator, he waved briefly with Prout's magic wand, and the completely burned elevator returned to its original state. Then, he pointed at several places, and the elevator was immediately ready for use.

Plaut was almost dumbfounded. He didn't understand why an elevator that had been burned like this could be restored to its original state. Sure enough, a true genius is omnipotent.

He stared blankly at Ye Ting's disappearing figure, not even noticing that his wand was thrown to his feet.

What happened today is something he will never forget in his life.

Ye Ting walked into the elevator and pressed the button for the ninth floor.

The elevator cannot go down that deep and can only reach the ninth floor at most. The courtroom on the tenth floor must be reached on foot.

The elevator door slammed shut, and the elevator began to descend. After a while, the friction sound of the descent finally stopped, and a cold female voice sounded in the elevator: "Department of Mysteries."

The elevator door opened with a bang again, Ye Ting walked out of the elevator and came to a corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the corridors above. The walls are empty, there are no doors or windows, but there is a simple black door at the end of the corridor, which is the Mysterious Affairs Hall.

The Department of Mysteries is the department of the Ministry of Magic that conducts secret research into certain mysteries - including death, time, space, thought and love - and stores and preserves prophecy records.

Most of its operations are kept completely secret from the general necromancer population. However, the main business of this department seems to be more like what scientists do, which is to reveal the sources and rules that govern the operation of magic.

Ye Ting took a deep look at Heimen, and he swore that one day all the information here would belong to him.

But now is not the time. Sooner or later, he will be able to fully control the Ministry of Magic, and then

Whether he can control the Ministry of Magic depends on his subsequent performance.

His target was on the left side of the corridor, where there was a gap leading to a staircase that allowed him to go down to the house.

Go down to the bottom of the stairs and walk along a corridor. This corridor is exactly the same as the corridors leading to Snape's underground classroom at Hogwarts: rough stone walls, with torches stuck on brackets. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

At the end of the corridor, there is a gloomy black door with a large iron lock.

This is the tenth courtroom of the Wizengamot.

The Wizengamot is the highest court in the necromancer world. Its members are similar to the members of the necromancer and the jury in the court, and have great power.

Ye Ting looked at the majestic door in front of him and smiled coldly. The real destination had finally arrived. The people behind the door were his goals when he came to the Ministry of Magic. He worked tirelessly and endured the impatience of being hushed by the Aurors. Gwartz took him to the Ministry of Magic and gave the Aurors a severe lesson in the hall, wasn't it just for now?

However, before that, he was prepared to give these members of the Wizengamot and the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic a slap in the face.

He took two steps back and tensed his legs.

The next moment, diamond-like dragon scales grew on his legs and sharp claws were extended, but his upper body remained the same as before.

This is his new technique, Partial Animagus, which can combine the power of a human and a dragon if used properly.

The right leg with the dragon's power was suddenly swung, and there was a loud "boom--". The iron door was completely dented under the huge force, and the shafts on both sides were also broken.

Immediately afterwards, the door crashed to the ground.

Huge amounts of noise constantly echoed in the dark corridor, and Ye Ting stepped through the iron door and entered the trial room amidst such noise.

The walls around the courtroom were made of black stone, and the light from the torches was dim and gloomy. On both sides of him were rows of empty benches that were gradually rising, and in front of him, on the highest benches, many dark figures suddenly appeared.

The average person on trial will be under a lot of psychological pressure in this gloomy and dark atmosphere. This is the power that the Wizengamot exerts on the people on trial.

At the moment, these 317 figures all looked in the direction of the door uniformly.

Ye Ting stepped on the door panel, looked at these high-ranking people, and smiled contemptuously.

"I'm sorry, the quality of this door is a bit poor. It fell down at the slightest touch."

Everyone was stunned, and all the whispers stopped. Ye Ting's aggressive attack really scared them.

But it's not over yet.

The next moment, I just heard a snap of my fingers.

On all the torches, the dull flames disappeared, replaced by golden sun-like flames, and the dazzling light instantly dispelled the haze in the courtroom.

No one can hide in the darkness, and everyone in the courtroom can see it at a glance.

There were about a hundred people sitting on the surrounding benches. They were wearing purple robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on the left chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, while others did not hide their inner curiosity.

In the middle of the row of benches in front sat the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. To his left sat a broad, square-jawed witch with short gray hair, a monocle, and a formidable expression. The seat to Fudge's right is empty, but it can be seen from the nameplate in front of the seat that this seat belongs to Dolores Umbridge, the high-level deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic.

At the moment, that pink leprous Toad should be staying in St. Bavar. .