Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Voldemort opened his arms, his face distorted with excitement, and the Death Eaters behind him all raised their heads and raised their right arms high in unison, without making the slightest noise.

Seeing this scene, Voldemort's expression became even more satisfied.

"...They failed...their elites all died in my hands...their courage also died in our hands!

Within a week, we received 46 honest votes, you guys said... what should we do now? "

Voldemort's voice became more and more frenzied, and the Death Eaters under his command also shouted in unison.

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"it is good!"

Voldemort waved his hand, and the shouting stopped in response. Voldemort nodded in satisfaction, and said slightly intoxicated:

"My servants!

Gather all our strength!

follow me!

Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood! "

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

"Capture the Ministry of Magic and revive the glory of pure blood!"

......

War always comes so unexpectedly...

Chapter 568 The Fall of the Ministry of Magic (Two in One)

"she?"

She and it are two different pronunciations in English and Chinese. When Dumbledore used her as a personal pronoun, Wang Xuebin immediately realized something.

"You mean, she's a girl?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore nodded slightly, looked at the python slowly moving down the canopy, and said softly:

"...yes, if I remember correctly, her name was... Nagini..."

really...

"Nagini? Then... how did she become what she is now?"

For Wang Xuebin's question, Dumbledore didn't mean to answer, his blue eyes blinked slightly, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said softly:

"That's a long, long story, and I'll tell you about it in detail if I have a chance in the future.

As for now... we still have to think about how to put her in place as soon as possible, and take out the Horcrux in the house as soon as possible..."

Glancing at Dumbledore who looked as if nothing had happened, and then at Nagini who was lingering not far away, but was afraid to approach because of the expulsion of the potion, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he shrugged and said:

"Didn't you apply that potion? You get rid of her, and I get rid of the magic circle!"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Dumbledore shook his head and laughed, but he didn't mean to refuse. He rolled up his sleeves, walked towards Nagini, and walked slowly.

As Dumbledore approached, Nagini obviously felt a threat, stood up, and faced the visitor warily, not even daring to confide in the news about the smell.

Seeing this scene, Wang Xuebin on the side couldn't help but twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, tightened the oxygen mask on his face, took out the Book of Abraham and repeated the previous operation of Wu's Orphanage.

This kind of work is not difficult for him. The only thing he needs to pay attention to is to be careful when using magic to avoid touching the warning magic arranged by Voldemort.

As for the rest, it's easy as pie...

Over there, Dumbledore raised his wrist that had been smeared with potion, and waved it gently at the python.

Here, the orange-red slime, which was banned from magical power in the Book of Abraham, bubbled outward.

For a while, Gunter's old house became quiet...

......

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. Are you going to work again?"

In an apartment building, there was a middle-aged man in a strict suit with gold-rimmed square eyes on his face.

After hearing the greetings from the neighbor couple, he was taken aback for a moment, and finally realized after a while. A reluctant smile appeared on his stiff face, and he replied dryly:

"Yeah...yes...work...it's a work day..."

Seeing Mr. Wilson's state, the wife of the neighbor couple felt a little awkward, but she couldn't describe the specific awkwardness.

"...uh...well...good luck..."

Hearing the neighbor's words, Mr. Wilson nodded silently, took a deep look at the neighbors and his wife, frowned slightly, turned around and left at a faster pace.

In the apartment, the neighbor's wife also frowned as she looked at the distant figure.

"Darling... Do you feel that something is wrong with Mr. Wilson today?"

Hearing what his wife said, the husband asked blankly:

"...Is something wrong?"

Then he thought for a while, and said with a face of sudden realization:

"...Maybe the government is in trouble again, and Mr. Wilson is in trouble... You know how unreliable our country's government is..."

As soon as the husband started talking, the wife immediately forgot the slight disharmony she felt just now, and together with her lover, she took stock of the shortcomings of the government department, one by one, as if the British Empire was about to collapse. like...

In the bedroom of the house opposite the couple, a person who looked exactly like Mr. Wilson just now was lying on the ground with his eyes closed and his face pale.

Looking at his appearance, it is obvious that the body is already cold...

......

"Good afternoon, Mr. Wilson. Would you like a newspaper?"

"Mr. Wilson, would you like some fresh coffee?"

This Mr. Wilson has a very good popularity. Many people know him in Westminster, the most important municipality under Greater London and the administrative center of the whole of England.