The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

"Don't bother, don't bother. Also, I flushed Delixi into the toilet. Go find it yourself." Ye Ting picked up his dragonskin bag from the ground, stuffed the sun wheel and bell into it, and moved towards The direction of the elevator went over.

In front of the elevator, he flicked Prout's wand slightly, and the completely burned elevator was restored to its original state, and then he pointed in a few places, and the elevator was immediately ready for use.

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

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

What happened today is something he will never forget for the rest of his life.

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

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

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

The elevator door slammed open again, Ye Ting stepped out of the elevator and came to a corridor.

This corridor is completely different from the ones above. The walls are empty, there are no doors and no windows, but there is a simple black door at the end of the corridor, which is the Department of Mysteries.

The Department of Mysteries is the department of the Ministry of Magic that conducts covert research into certain mysteries - including death, time, space, mind and love - and stores and maintains records of prophecies. Much of its business is kept completely secret from the general wizarding populace. But the department's main business seems to be more like what scientists do, which is to uncover the sources and rules that govern how magic works.

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 take full control of the Ministry of Magic, and then—

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

His target was the left side of the corridor, where there was a gap leading to a staircase that could go down to the tenth floor.

Go down the stairs and down a hallway, exactly like the ones at Hogwarts that lead to Snape's crypt: rough stone walls with torches in brackets. The doors they passed here were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes embedded in them.

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

This is the tenth courtroom in Wizengamore.

Wizengamot is the highest court in the wizarding world. Its members are similar to the members of the wizard and the jury in the court, and they 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. Gwarz brought it to the Ministry of Magic and gave the Aurors a hard lesson in the hall, isn't it just for now?

But, until then, he was going to give the members of the Wizengamoor, as well as the bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, a slap in the face.

He took two steps back, his legs tense.

The next moment, diamond-like dragon scales grew on his legs and he stretched out sharp claws, but his upper body was still the same.

This is his new technique, the partial Animagos, which, when applied correctly, can combine the power of a human and a dragon at the same time.

The right leg with the dragon's power bonus slammed violently, only to hear a loud "dong--", the iron gate was kicked into the hollow under the huge force, and the shafts on both sides were also broken.

Then, the door slammed down.

Huge noises echoed in the dark corridor constantly, and Ye Ting stepped on the iron door and entered the courtroom amid such noises.

The walls around the courtroom were made of dark stone, and the torches were dimly lit. On both sides of him are rows of empty benches that gradually rise, and in front of him, on the highest benches, there are many dark figures.

In this gloomy and dark atmosphere, the average interrogator will have a lot of psychological pressure, and this is Wizengamore's dismantling of the interrogator.

At this moment, these figures all looked in the direction of the door in a uniform manner.

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

"I'm sorry, the quality of this door is a bit poor, and it fell over with a light touch."

Everyone was stunned, all the whispers stopped, Ye Ting's disarming power really scared them.

But it's not over yet.

The next moment, only to hear a "snap" of fingers.

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

No one could hide in the darkness, and everyone in the courtroom immediately had an unobstructed view.

There were about a hundred people sitting on the surrounding benches, and they were wearing fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on their left front chest. They all looked down at him, some with stern expressions, others with unabashed curiosity.

In the middle of the front row of benches sat Cornelius Fudge, Minister for Magic. To his left sat a wide, square-jawed witch with short-cut gray hair, a monocle, and an intimidating expression on his face. The seat to the right of Fudge is empty, but as you can see from the nameplate in front of the seat, this seat belongs to the senior Ministry of Magic

Deputy Secretary Dolores Umbridge.

At this moment, that pink toad should be in St Mungo's.

Chapter 0143 Tribunal and Christmas Tea Party

Ye Ting's behavior left a deep impression on everyone present.

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was furious. He slapped the case and yelled at Ye Ting: "Ting Ye! What the hell are you doing? You know, this is Wizengamore, and you are here to stand trial. of."

"Really?" Ye Ting nodded indifferently, ignoring his words, and instead asked, "So, where is my seat."

Before Fudge could speak, Dumbledore on the other side spoke up: "Your seat is in the middle, sit down, child."

Dumbledore is the chief magician of Wizengamore, and in this scene, he can speak at will.

Ye Ting looked at the center of the courtroom. It was a high-backed iron chair with chains on the left and right on the armrest. These chains can suddenly jump up and tie the person sitting in the middle firmly.

"Oh, this chair is really crude." Ye Ting muttered in a voice that everyone could hear.

Then, he snapped his fingers again.

The next moment, the iron chair also changed its appearance, becoming a luxurious boss chair with black leather, solid wood armrests and swivel.

Ye Ting sat up, sinking deeply into the soft backrest, raised Erlang's legs, and then pulled the armrest, the backrest immediately fell backwards, so that his sitting position was about to lie down.

The wizards in Wizengamo were dumbfounded by Ye Ting's actions. He didn't look like a prisoner who came to be tried at all, but a leader who came to review.

Ye Ting reclined on the boss chair, with one elbow resting on the armrest to support his head. He turned the seat and let himself look around the entire courtroom.

After thinking for a few seconds, Ye Ting spoke again.

"I think the layout here is too rudimentary, and there is no taste at all."

Hearing the snap of his fingers, the entire courtroom was instantly refreshed.

Thick ribbons of holly and mistletoe hang from the walls of the courtroom, the ceiling is also covered with icicles that never melt, and there are Christmas trees in the corners, decorated with various Little gadgets, from glittering hollies, to live golden owls chirping, golden stars gleaming at the top of the tree, and gift box after gift box at the bottom.

The most exaggerated thing is that there is a warm light snow under the ceiling, and the whole courtroom is filled with a Christmas atmosphere.

The wizards present were completely dumbfounded. They couldn't believe that someone dared to do such a thing in the Wizengamot courtroom, and they couldn't believe that someone's summoning (a branch of Transfiguration) could be so powerful. To the point, Na Na was speechless for a while.

Unexpectedly, Dumbledore, who was sitting among them, also reminded like a joke: "Great decoration, it reminds me of the Christmas dinner at Hogwarts, but this way, our clothes don't quite match. atmosphere."

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