Public Execution

"Hahaha! I don't care who you are. Has the Ministry of Magic become so incompetent that it needs a pig to be minister now?"

Voldemort laughed wildly, then tilted his head to look at Anduin. "Such a Britain, is it worth saving? It's because of these vermin that the wizarding world is gradually declining, letting those Mudbloods step all over us. Join forces with me, Anduin! Only those as strong as us are worthy of ruling the world!"

Scoffed at by Voldemort like this, not only Fudge, but also the other wizards and Ministry of Magic officials sitting by the trial stand, had ugly expressions on their faces, angered.

No matter how well Fudge, the Minister of Magic, performed his duties, he was, after all, the highest leader of the Ministry of Magic at present. How could he tolerate being insulted by anyone?

At the same time, the wizards watching from the sidelines couldn't help but look at Anduin, because Voldemort clearly regarded him as an equal opponent, otherwise he wouldn't have said those words.

Some of them even worried about Anduin's stance. If he really cooperated with Voldemort, they probably wouldn't be able to resist at all. Among them, Fudge was the most nervous, as this guy was always prone to suspicion.

However, Anduin's response not only dispelled the thoughts of those who had such ideas but also made their scalps tingle.

Anduin sneered at the Soul Catcher Bead. "You're already a prisoner and you still dare to spout nonsense? Fools should have the awareness of fools!"

Afterwards, his palm once again emanated streams of electric current, piercing directly into Voldemort within the precious bead.

"Ah!!!"

Another familiar wail. However, upon hearing it again, those who had been insulted by Voldemort felt a secret joy in their hearts, while