The Dharma God Of All Realms Begins With Harry Potter

Ye Ting had already put on a disguise before coming. He turned Ravenclaw's crown into a mask.

Therefore, when he showed up with several girls, Voldemort didn't take it very seriously.

He just glanced at them lightly, and then let them join the team of the Ministry of Magic.

He was right in front of the two military formations, pacing easily, inspecting his men like a general and observing his opponents.

No one dared to take the initiative, no one stopped him.

The Death Eaters all succumbed to his reign of terror, and all of them were motivated by fear.

Even though the Ministry of Magic had the upper hand throughout the war, unlike a decade ago, the accumulated power from Voldemort still prevented them from acting rashly.

After a long time, Voldemort finally stopped.

He looked seriously at the leader of the Ministry of Magic, Ms. Bones, twisted her neck evilly, and then spoke slowly.

His voice was low and harsh.

"I heard that the person who leads the Ministry of Magic against me is not the Minister of Magic, but you, Amelia Bones, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, right?"

"That's absolutely true." Although Bones was afraid of Voldemort's power, he was determined and did not lose the slightest bit on the surface. "To deal with a second-rate villain like you, I don't even need to ask the minister for instructions."

"Ha ha.…………"

At the Ministry of Magic, there was a burst of laughter from the crowd.

All of them knew what the so-called minister didn't need to ask for instructions, but Bones humiliated Voldemort in this way, which made them feel excited.

Ye Ting could see that Voldemort's face instantly became much uglier, but he immediately controlled his expression and returned to that arrogant look.

"You are very brave to say such a thing to me," Voldemort continued as if he did not hear her taunt, "There have been many people in the Ministry of Magic who have opposed me, and most of their endings were not very good, but this time Once, am I willing to give you a chance?"

"Give me a chance?" Bones sneered.

"Yes, as a member of the pure-blood necromancer family, you have proven your ability in the past few months. You do have some courage to dare to fight me, and you are also one of the few who can cause me some small problems. Troublesome person, so now I specifically allow you to be loyal to me and become my subordinate. I will forgive your previous disrespect for me and even let your subordinates go."

Voldemort said these words proudly, as if being able to be loyal to him gave Bones a huge face.

However, Bones rejected him quite decisively.

"Become your subordinate? Haha..." She smiled coldly, "What gave you the courage to say this to me? From the day you killed my brother's family , you have become my biggest enemy. On the contrary, if you surrender now, as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic, I can promise to treat your subordinates leniently. What do you think? "

Her words of persuasion to surrender really surprised the necromancers at the Ministry of Magic. Many people began to admire her courage, and some even began to shout in agreement.

"Surrender!"

"Surrender, Voldemort!"

"No more fearless resistance, Death Eaters!"

On the other hand, Voldemort, after being rejected and ridiculed by Bones twice in a row, he could no longer control his anger, and his original aloof expression began to become rough and ferocious.

"How dare you say these words to me, the great Dark Lord?" Voldemort roared in a low voice, "It seems that after fourteen years, the necromancer world seems to have forgotten the real fear.

Forget the terror the Dark Lord has brought to you. "

Then, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Bones.

"Why do you, a mere ordinary witch, say such things to the Dark Lord? Surrender? Before you said these words, did you ever think about your own fate?"

He paused, as if thinking about something, and then showed an expression of enlightenment.

"Oh——so you are expecting someone to protect you. Do you mean Dumbledore? That old fool is indeed a trouble, but I used a little trick to lead him to someone else.

Now, he might be in Nurmengard, Austria, catching up with his old friends. "

The effect of this sentence was more effective than all of his previous words put together. The moment they learned that Dumbledore would not arrive, most of the necromancers present changed their expressions.

The Death Eaters were naturally ecstatic, but the Ministry of Magic was just the opposite. Many people were almost as if they were mourning for their heirs. In their minds, only Dumbledore could fight against Voldemort.

How many other people are just a drop-in to the Dark Lord.

Unlike Muggles, among necromancers who advocate personal strength, the level gap is indeed very large.

There is no doubt that although the necromancers at the Ministry of Magic are confident that together they can defeat all the Death Eaters plus werewolves, giants and dementors if they pay a certain price, the existence of the ten Voldemorts makes the entire The balance of victory was tipped.

After seeing the expression on the other side, Voldemort seemed very satisfied. He took a deep look at all the necromancers on the other side, and then said slowly.

"..Although your leader is ignorant of current affairs, I, the Dark Lord, am still quite tolerant. So, now you should understand who is the winner, right?"

If you release all my men imprisoned here now and kneel before me, you will be forgiven. Your parents, children, brothers and sisters will also be forgiven and continue to live. You and I will enter the new world we will build together. Anyone who stubbornly resists will be killed, regardless of whether he is a man or a woman, and his family members will also be put to death.

The scene was silent, even Bones did not take the initiative to speak.

Definitely, unlike others, Bones herself is not scared, she is waiting for her real reinforcements, the person behind the scenes to appear.

Dumbledore's presence or absence was not part of her plan, there was someone else fighting against Voldemort.

However, before her reinforcements appeared, someone suddenly spoke in the silence.

"Do you think you are already the winner? Tom Riddle?" This voice came from the crowd at the Ministry of Magic and immediately attracted everyone's attention. "You actually have the nerve to say this. A few weeks ago, it was clearly you. We have captured all of your men in one fell swoop, and now it’s just your last stand, but you have the nerve to say you are the winner!”

These words were like a sharp blade, bloodily cutting through the shell of hypocrisy, exposing the truest form of Voldemort to everyone.

Although Voldemort tried his best to avoid and did not want to mention this fact, in fact, he was the one who was almost completely defeated.

"Who is it! Who is talking! Stand up for me!"

Voldemort instantly Rage. .