Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

The dim lights created a phantom-like street scene, and a group of people walked out of the dilapidated building and walked on the snowy streets.

The boots, either luxurious or simple, carved out footprints of varying depths on the snow, leaving flaws like teardrops on the flawless snow.

The Emperor sat on the sofa in front of the window, looking down at the fifteen pure-blood family heads... Oh, no, there is no such thing as a pure-blood family now. These fifteen people left No. 12 Grimmauld Place , is just the most ordinary citizen in the Sky Eagle Empire.

As for how to deal with these long-standing capital, although the number of attendees was directly reduced by one-third after this meeting, the emperor's methods today are quite gentle and benevolent compared to dealing with the privileged classes in other countries.

Not only did it explain the reasons for the elimination of those eight people, but it also gave these family heads the right to choose their fate.

Instead of directly sending the Astartes to eliminate all members of the interest groups like they did with the French nobles and Japanese oligarchs, while using pure violence to seize the assets and wealth for themselves, they would also pay for the next death. Bowling provides new sports equipment, which can be said to serve multiple purposes.

The Emperor couldn't help but smile as he watched the 15 people holding their heads high or their soulless figures phantoming one after another, using his own subspace projection as a beacon to teleport towards various parts of Great Britain. A faint smile.

When He stirs up the spiritual power and shocks the hearts of all the family heads, He will forcibly install a "trace thread" on the skin and clothes of these people.

In this way, even if these shameless capitalists plan to use this short period of time before liquidation to transfer their assets to a more secret hiding place, they will be able to easily detect it by following their traces.

This spell, originally used to supervise the spellcasting of minors, has not lost its effectiveness due to the abolition of the "Restrictions on the Reasonable Use of Magic by Minors". Instead, it has shined in the field of reconnaissance and tracking.

The fingertips of the lightning claws gently tapped the armrests of the special-made sofa. The emperor said to Barty Crouch, who was standing beside him: "The Crouch family, which has always been known for its selflessness, would actually hide someone who had been arrested at home. A Death Eater sentenced to death. Barty, what surprises do you have that I don't know about?"

Batty's eyes were full of guilt, and the aura of disappointment exuded by the supreme being in front of him made him only dare to look down at the shiny toes of the leather shoes on his feet. After a slight hesitation, he said: "Your Majesty, After I go back, I will definitely get rid of this scum in the family immediately, and please--" "-Stop."

This nutritious guarantee made the already subtle smile on the corner of the emperor's mouth disappear in an instant. He did not turn around to look at Barty's face that was mixed with sadness, pain and helplessness, but simply said: He gave an ultimatum: "I hope you have made a real contribution to the empire, cooperated with the work of Governor Horus, and managed the Law Enforcement Department in an orderly manner. Barty, I will give you one last chance."

"Now, you immediately report the news that there is a Death Eater in your home to the Imperial Guard, and you will personally try and convict him in court. Finally, under the eyes of the people, you and the Imperial Guard will judge the Death Eater. The Dead Apostle - your son - Barty Crouch Jr., executed.

"The report is meritorious and the law is enforced strictly. Even if the target is your own son, the judgment will not be biased at all. Only in this way can you save your face as the director of the Law Enforcement Department and regain people's trust.

"Of course, you can also treat my suggestions as the wind blowing in your ears. I also support and respect your ideas and practices. However, within the empire, you are also outstanding in ability, watching with eagerness like a hungry wolf. There are many government employees in Crouch's position. Do you understand?"

Batty's body trembled slightly. After a brief thought, he said in a voice that was no different from praying: "Your Majesty, my wife has been ill for many years and has only...only this one child!"

"Child?" The emperor glanced at Barty indifferently, "How come I only saw a dark wizard who completely dedicated his life and soul to Voldemort from your memory?"

This is not a matter of father and son, family relationship, or education, but a matter of stance.

In the face of absolute position issues, any personal feelings should be abandoned without hesitation.

For the Emperor, even his family, even his children, stood on the opposite side of realizing his ideals.

You must - you can only, harden your heart, shed tears, and kill them on the spot!

If it weren't for the fact that Barty Crouch's work ability was really outstanding and that the current empire really needed such serious and serious talents, the Emperor would not have said so much to him.

Sending the Imperial Guard directly into the Crouch family's ancestral home and killing them was so convenient and quick. Barty even had to come to work as usual the next day, and he couldn't let the pain of losing his son show up at all. .

Because to others, his son had died under the kiss of a dementor many years ago.

After hearing the emperor's words, Barty couldn't help but be speechless for a while, but he had no way to refute.

His fists were clenched so tightly that the backs of his hands began to turn blue.His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but after repeated deliberation, he finally did not say anything.

On one side is the last family relationship in the world, and on the other is the fate of the Crouch family. These two equally heavy things weigh heavily and painfully on this man's shoulders, forcing him to make a choice between them. Make a choice.

Finally, Barty let out a long sigh, as if he had completely vomited out all the energy in his body. His whole body seemed to have aged 20 years in an instant, and his originally straight waist became rickety at this moment.

The man said sadly but firmly: "Your Majesty, I... understand! I will bring his head back and present it in front of you..."

"Very good." The emperor nodded slightly, and the halo behind his head suddenly expanded, turning into a portal three meters high, from which walked out a warrior with golden armor and red tassels, holding a super-heavy chain sword, with "007" on his forehead inscription.

As soon as he appeared, the warrior knelt down on one knee facing the emperor with his sword in hand. The low voice coming from under his helmet was as broad and thick as the earth: "Sovereign Lord, 007-Roger Dorn, you are always waiting. Follow your orders!"

"Flat body."

The emperor raised his right hand slightly and turned to look at Barty, who was looking sluggish. The words in his mouth were addressed to Rogal Dorn, and he said calmly: "Go early and come back early."

Before Barty could say anything, Rogal Dorn stood up and stepped forward, holding the entire arm of the Director of the Department of Legal Enforcement with one palm. After saluting the Emperor, Rogal Dorn held the super-heavy chain sword in his hand. "Storm Fang" was raised high and slashed vertically in the air.

Suddenly, a vertical golden tangent suddenly appeared in front of Dorn. This tangent seemed to cut open the space and instantly expanded to both sides like a door, revealing the twisted and uncertain dark subspace.

This is how the Emperor's Children move through the Warp!

Roger Dorn grabbed Barty's arm and stepped in.