"Where is Fudge?" Kayson asked.
"Perhaps in his office." Scrimgeour glanced at Kayson, who was completely unhurt aside from being covered in blood, and involuntarily took a step back.
By now, he could no longer make sense of this utterly unremarkable Hogwarts professor.
If the Wizarding World's combat strength were ranked, then Dumbledore and the two generations of Dark Lords—Grindelwald and Voldemort—were unquestionably T0. Most Hogwarts professors would be T0.5, such as Professor McGonagall and Snape.
That half-tier gap might look small, but judging purely by what they could do, Grindelwald could probably kill ten Snapes within a minute without breaking a sweat.
But for one Snape to kill ten ordinary Death Eaters would be a major challenge. In a sense, the current T0s at the peak of the Wizarding World might not yet be called gods, but they were already very far removed from ordinary humans.
Those three alone had thrown the entire European Wizarding World into chaos, and now Professor Kayson was very likely to become the fourth T0...
When would my Ministry of Magic ever stand tall again?!
Sob...
Though his inner monologue was incredibly rich, on the surface he still had to put on a proper human expression, flashing a standard smile as he answered respectfully.
"Fine. I should go meet that old man and see what he's thinking." Kayson took two steps forward, then quickly remembered something. He returned, used his mechanical arm to skewer Umbridge's headless corpse like meat on a skewer, and let it sway behind him.
From the reception hall to the Minister's office, the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie and murderous. When he reached Fudge's office, two Aurors stood guard before the door like iron towers. Then they saw Kayson with a bloody bundle skewered behind him.
Fortunately, Dumbledore and Scrimgeour were