Chaos Blood Ash Curse

The Ministry of Magic had been attacked before, but never on such a massive scale.

Vincent handed the mithril gloves to Hermione, then cast Protego before manually moving the larger chunks of rubble.

Only direct Dark Magic attacks could harm him; residual negative effects would barely affect him.

Vincent lifted a slab of marble flooring and spotted a familiar black felt hat.

It was Fudge's hat. It seemed he had been buried beneath the ruins as well.

Although plenty of people wanted something to happen to him as soon as possible, now was not the time for him to be attacked by Dark Magic.

If the Minister for Magic met with disaster, it would only benefit the Death Eaters.

"Mr. Fudge is here!"

Umbridge immediately rushed over from outside the ruins, her voice shrill.

The sight of her clutching her wand and cautiously trying to levitate the rubble with magic made Vincent feel intensely uncomfortable.

If she genuinely wanted to help with the rescue, she should have been like Scrimgeour: taking off her coat, rolling up her sleeves, putting on dragon-hide gloves, and then casting Protego.

Although the gloves would emit black smoke the moment they touched rubble streaked with bloody patterns, at least they allowed contact with ruins still tainted by residual Dark Magic.

Standing there and constantly waving her wand did nothing to help the rescue effort, and only made her especially obstructive.

More and more staff joined in. Fudge was soon found, along with Kingsley and Barty Crouch, whose bodies were embedded with shards of glass.

Fudge's injuries were not too severe, likely thanks to Kingsley and Barty Crouch protecting him.

As time passed, one injured Auror after another was pulled from the ruins.

Seeing that Fudge's life was not in danger, Vincent breathed a sigh of