"Where is Fudge?" Kayson then asked.
"Perhaps in his office." Scrimgeour glanced at Kayson, who was unharmed save for being covered in blood, and couldn't help but take a step back.
He now found himself unable to comprehend this seemingly ordinary Hogwarts Professor.
If the magical world's combat power were to be divided, with Dumbledore and the two Dark Lords, Grindelwald and Lord Voldemort, being the undisputed T0, then most of the Hogwarts Professors, such as Professor McGonagall and Snape, would be T0.5.
This 0.5 might seem like only half a step, but purely based on performance, Grindelwald could easily kill ten Snapes in under a minute.
However, one Snape killing ten ordinary Death Eaters would be a huge challenge. In a sense, the current T0 powerhouses in the magical world might not be gods yet, but they are already far removed from humanity.
These three individuals alone have caused the entire European magical world to be in turmoil, and now Professor Kayson is highly likely to become the fourth T0...
When will my Ministry of Magic ever stand tall!
Wuwuwu...
However, despite the incredibly rich inner monologue, he still had to appear somewhat human, displaying a standard smile and answering respectfully.
"Good, I need to go see that old fellow and understand what he's thinking." Kayson took two steps forward, then quickly realized something and walked back, using his mechanical arm to string Umbridge's headless corpse like a shish kebab, letting it dangle behind him.
From the Atrium to the Minister's office, the atmosphere grew increasingly eerie and grim. Finally, he arrived in front of Fudge's office, where two Aurors stood guard like iron towers. They then saw Kayson with a bloody gourd strung behind him.
Fortunately, Dumbledore and Scrimgeour were following Kayson, which prevented them from drawing their wands immediately.
Snape, after confirming Kayson was fine, returned directly to Hogwarts.
"Where is Barty Crouch?" Scrimgeour asked.
"Inside, Director," the Auror responded.
"Let me knock first." Scrimgeour glanced at Kayson, making sure there was nothing unusual on his face before stepping forward and knocking on the door.
Soon, the door was opened from the inside. Kayson peered in to see several Aurors controlling Fudge with their wands, while Barty Crouch sat on a nearby sofa with his legs crossed. Tonks and a few other Aurors were writing something.
"You must ensure that today's events are known by no more than two digits of people. Only the Auror Office and you few will know the truth of today. For those who do not need to know the truth and those who accidentally witnessed the entire process, the Memory Charm can be used."
Barty Crouch spoke voluminously as he stood up and walked towards Kayson and the others.
The latter naturally moved aside. Barty Crouch might be the next Minister for Magic, so if there was a handshake, it would naturally be with Dumbledore, not him.
Unexpectedly, he didn't bypass him directly but stood in front of him and extended his right hand.
"Oh... what should I call you? Perhaps, Minister?" Kayson, seeing this, also extended his hand and shook it, not forgetting to ask.
"Whatever, I'm not yet, after all," Barty Crouch said calmly, then looked at Dumbledore: "I hope you don't mind, it's just that he's standing closer than you."
"In fact, I'm not that petty," Dumbledore responded.
Fudge, controlled within the office, looked in surprise at Dumbledore outside the office, instantly clinging to him like a drowning man: "Dumbledore! Albus! Forgive me, please help me."
Dumbledore merely glanced at him, shaking his head helplessly.
Then Kayson walked directly towards Fudge.
Fudge looked at the blood-stained Kayson with an instinctive fear, and this fear reached its peak when he saw the bloody gourd strung behind Kayson.
"What is that...? Just because Umbridge went to Hogwarts to summon you, you killed her?" Fudge stammered.
"If it were just a summons, of course not. In fact, besides that, there were other things, such as conspiring with Death Eaters to ambush me with twenty Death Eaters along the Nightmare Carriage's route."
Kayson's mechanical arm gave a slight shake, dropping Umbridge's headless corpse in front of Fudge.
"This... I didn't know!" Fudge said, looking utterly bewildered.
Whether he was truly bewildered or feigning it was beyond Kayson's concern.
His purpose in coming here was merely to ensure Fudge's demise, but since Barty Crouch had already taken care of it, there was naturally nothing more for him to do.
Thinking of this, he looked up again and asked Barty Crouch: "Oh, by the way, what price will Fudge pay?"
Barty Crouch turned around: "His wand will be snapped, and he will be under house arrest until his last moment... He is, after all, the Minister for Magic, and even if he was once, he needs to have the dignity he deserves."
Kayson nodded, inwardly not entirely agreeing with what Barty Crouch said.
With Fudge in power, because of his weakness, Lord Voldemort is still at large, how many ordinary people have been tortured and slaughtered?
Just such an ordinary house arrest, wouldn't that be too easy on him?
However, directly falling out with Barty Crouch now was not a good idea.
It was hard enough to have a Minister for Magic willing to resist Lord Voldemort; if he caused more trouble with him, wouldn't that be like giving Lord Voldemort a pillow for his sleep?
But just letting Fudge live comfortably until he died of old age... why did he feel so uneasy about it...?
Thinking this, Kayson waved his hand, releasing a tiny Wither Skeleton Head, so small it couldn't be smaller, and it casually floated towards Fudge. Then, under Fudge's terrified gaze, it patted his shoulder.
At first, Fudge only felt as if his shoulder had been pricked by a needle, but soon he felt nothing at all. Or, to be more direct, he could no longer feel the existence of his shoulder.
And this slow spread continued until all matters in the Ministry of Magic had settled, and Kayson and Dumbledore had returned to Hogwarts, before it reached Fudge's chest...
It couldn't be said to be slow... because now...
There's no saving him. Just wait to die!
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