Brooklyn, North American Ministry of Magic lobby.
The clock has just struck midnight, but the lights are still bright here.
The Wizards who stayed behind gathered together in twos and threes, and the atmosphere in the hall was depressing and sad.
Old Minister took fifteen Auror to Pentagon a few hours ago, but no news has come back yet.
Boom!
The dome glass at the top of the hall exploded without warning.
Glass shards all over the sky mixed with cold rainwater poured down like a waterfall.
The Wizardss in the hall exclaimed and raised their Wand, holding up colorful magic shields.
Amidst the splashing rain, a blond boy wearing a dark hoodie, with his feet not touching the ground, just Silencio suspended in mid-air, slowly landing above the magic fountain in the center of the hall.
John was holding a dark red wooden cane that was broken in the middle.
It is Old Minister's personal belongings and a symbol of his power over the entire North American Wizarding World.
When the face of the visitor and the broken cane in his hand were clearly seen, the entire hall fell into a brief silence.
"That's the minister's cane..."
An elderly witch covered her mouth and her voice trembled, "You... what did you do to the Minister?!"
"He's dead."
John casually threw the two pieces of wood into the stagnant water, "I crushed his head and the fifteen Auror were all dead."
As soon as these words came out, everyone seemed to have lost the ability to speak.
Grief, shock, and then fury like a volcano erupting.
Although they are closed, they also read newspapers and TV.
They recognized the blond boy as the famous Superheroes "Homelander" in Muggle World.
They know that he is very strong, can fly, and is a Superpower person who is not easy to mess with.
But here is Ministry of Magic!
It is the highest power center of North America tens of thousands of Wizards!
A monster created by Muggle actually dared to break in alone and publicly claimed to have killed their most beloved leader!
Anger burned away the sanity of these Wizards.
No one planned to give John a chance to explain, and no one thought deeply about why Old Minister died.
"Kill him! Avenge your Excellency the Minister!"
"Cut him into pieces!"
I don't know who made the first roar, and the whole hall instantly boiled.
Hundreds of Wand were raised at the same time, and the colorful magic light illuminated the hall like daylight.
"Reducto!"
"Petrificus Totalus!"
Intense spells poured like heavy rain towards John above the fountain.
These Wizardss are determined to kill this arrogant Muggle monster on the spot.
However.
"It's too noisy."
John raised his head, and deep in Azure's pupils, scarlet fire exploded instantly.
Zhi--!
Two thick red laser beams were like death's scythes, passing Cleansweep in the most densely populated area.
The screams didn't even have time to come out.
The bodies of the dozen or so Wizards who rushed to the front were instantly cut off at the waist under the high temperature of thousands of degrees.
The charred severed limbs were smashed onto the marble floor accompanied by gushing blood. The pungent smell of meat and burnt meat instantly replaced the fishy smell of rain.
But it's not over yet.
John's figure instantly disappeared on the spot.
The sonic boom cloud exploded in the hall, and the violent airflow directly overturned dozens of Wizards around.
He rushed into the crowd without any unnecessary movements, and simply relied on the speed and strength to crush everything and launched the most primitive massacre.
A punch was thrown out, and a wizard's chest was penetrated directly, and his heart was broken;
With a backhand slap, the other witch's head turned 180 degrees on her neck, shattering her cervical vertebrae.
He grabbed a Auror who was trying to Apparition, held down the opponent's shoulders with both hands, and violently tore them to both sides.
Blood rained all over the sky, dyeing the water of the magic fountain red.
Violence.
Bloody.
In just ten seconds, forty or fifty mutilated corpses were already lying in the hall.
When John stopped again and shook off the blood on the back of his hand, the entire hall was completely silent.
The legs of the remaining several hundred Wizards became weak, and Wand fell to the ground with a "splat".
They looked in horror at the blond demon stepping on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. They didn't even dare to breathe hard. Some even knelt directly in the blood, covering their mouths and S.P.E.W. ing like crazy.
Using the most bloody methods, John finally made the group of Wizards "calm down".
Ta, da, da.
At this moment, a burst of slow and heavy footsteps came from the hidden stairwell on the second floor of the hall.
Old Wizards Joseph walked out wearing that old duffle coat, holding Wand in his hand, with a pale face.
He heard loud noises and screams outside in Old Minister's office, and instinctively rushed out to help, but happened to see this hellish scene.
Joseph's eyes passed over the corpses on the ground and fell on John, as well as the two broken dark red canes in the puddle.
"John..."
Joseph's voice trembled violently, "You... you killed the teacher?"
John raised his head and looked at Joseph standing on the second floor, with no expression on his face.
"He was the one who moved first."
John stepped on the blood on the ground, walked to the fountain, and said in a low voice, "Lynn is dead, died under that old guy's Avada Kedavra Curse."
These words were like a heavy hammer, hitting Joseph hard on the chest.
He staggered back two steps and held on to the railing to keep from falling.
Lynn is dead?
The man who held up a protective umbrella for everyone actually died at the hands of his most beloved mentor?
Looking at the trembling remaining Wizards, John pulled a clean banner and wiped their hands.
"Since you like him so much, then I will let you know clearly."
John threw the cloth that had been wiped with blood on the ground and glanced across the audience, "The man behind Vought International that you have been looking for is actually your great minister."
Although the Wizardss in the hall were frightened, when they heard this sentence, shock and suspicion flashed uncontrollably in their eyes.
"In the past ten years or so, he personally gave the corpses and living people of wandering Wizards to Vought International secretly for Compound V's experiments. Even the three hundred Auror you died were part of a deal between him and Edgar, in order to cover up his bad debts."
John's voice has no ups and downs.
"He went to Long Island Estate just to use my hand to kill Edgar and silence him. Unfortunately, he is too greedy. He wants to kill us all and become the dictator of this world."
John sneered and looked at Joseph, whose face was as pale as paper.
"Do you think he hid you in Basement to protect you? He just wanted to drain your mind of all the information about Long Island Estate, and then find a place where no one was around to get rid of you."
Joseph's legs softened and he fell directly onto the corridor on the second floor.
His mind went blank.
It turns out that all the warnings Lynn gave him in the Manor were true.
The mentor he tried so hard to protect turned out to be the real source of all this tragedy.
Like a fool, he wrote down all the details of Long Island Estate on paper and handed it to the other party.
It was he who killed Lynn!
Huge regret and guilt instantly devoured old Wizards's heart. He covered his face, burst into tears, and let out a painful whimper.
The remaining Wizardss in the hall were also completely desperate.
The collapse of faith is more unbearable than physical death.
The great leader in their hearts turned out to be a demon climbing up on the bones of his compatriots.
John didn't appreciate the collapse of these people.
He has more important things to do.
His feet were slightly off the ground and he floated directly to the corridor on the second floor, looking at Joseph who was kneeling on the ground crying.
"Crying won't solve anything."
John's voice is cold and firm.
He turned around, looked down at the hundreds of Wizards who had lost their fighting spirit, and announced loudly:
"From today on, North American Ministry of Magic will be fully taken over by Joseph. His words are mine."
There was silence in the hall, and no one dared to raise even a word of objection.
The dozens of bleeding corpses on the ground are the best lesson for others.
John lowered his head and looked at Joseph.
"Stop pretending to be dead on the ground, stand up and get to work."
John grabbed Joseph by the collar and lifted him up from the ground, "I need you to activate all the Wizardss of North America, use your owls, crystal balls, and all the searching spells! Even if the earth is turned over, you must find Marge and Duke for me!"