bioinnovel Chapter 421 I Will Fight to the Last Moment
Chapter 421 I Will Fight to the Last Moment
Chapter 421 I Will Fight to the Last Moment
Everyone, including Roland Foley, knew that the attack on Magnolia Road was a bloody crime committed by Death Eaters.
However, Amelia Borns was unable to provide sufficient evidence to prove that the Death Eaters were responsible, which gave Foley and others an opportunity to make excuses.
It could be said that these opponents, led by Roland Foley, were all determined to fight to the death, and wouldn't give up until they saw the Thames.
As long as Ms. Burns cannot catch the murderer of Lambert, they will not admit that the bloodshed was committed by the Death Eaters.
Since these people are so careless in their work, it's no wonder Belvina played so sloppily.
On October 31, 1981, Voldemort murdered the Potters in Godric's Hollow. When he tried to kill Harry Potter, he was killed by the Juvenile Protection Act.
Afterwards, the Ministry of Magic did not find Voldemort's body in the ruins of Godric's Hollow, and the Death Eaters were unable to find their master's whereabouts.
The dark clouds that had hung over Britain dissipated overnight, the fearsome Death Eaters crumbled in a single night, and victory was won.
Even though Voldemort's body could not be found, people still hoped and believed that he was dead and would never come back.
This is also why Cornelius Fudge was able to easily smear Dumbledore, because people generally hoped and believed that Voldemort had died on Halloween in 1981.
"Mr. Foley, since you say the Dark Lord is dead, then please provide evidence."
Belvina's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to everyone's ears, ensuring that everyone could hear her.
Belvina Black seemed to be telling everyone present in this gentle and soft-spoken way that being reasonable doesn't mean raising your voice, and that shouting at the top of your lungs is really low-class behavior.
At this moment, Gershard Machiban stood up and said in a strong voice, "Frey, Miss Black is asking you a question. Even an old woman like me heard it. Are you going to pretend you didn't hear me?"
Seeing Mrs. Marchban step forward to express her stance, Belvina bowed slightly to the old woman from afar.
This Mrs. Marchban is no ordinary old lady; she is not only a senior member of Wizengamot, but also the examiner of Albus Dumbledore during his NEWT exam.
Before Gershilda Marchban, even the great Dumbledore was a junior, and Roland Foley wasn't even a proper younger brother. To this day, Mrs. Marchban has worked for the Wizarding Examinations Authority for nearly a hundred years.
Immediately afterwards, another Wizengamo veteran expressed his opinion, Tiberius Ogden stood up.
Mr. Ogden said, "Fleet, why aren't you saying anything? You can question Burns and demand evidence from him, but can't someone question you and demand evidence from you?"
Belvina Black, who had learned her lesson from her youth, bowed again from afar to thank Mr. Ogden for his support.
With two heavyweight elders stepping forward, Roland Foley, who relied on his seniority, turned red with anxiety. He had no evidence to prove that Voldemort was dead.
Foley, his face flushed, thought for a long time before finally squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth: "I said what people generally hope and believe, I didn't say the Mystic—"
Roland Foley's voice grew increasingly uneasy as he spoke, and he barely heard the second half of his sentence, let alone anyone else.
"So Mr. Foley didn't have any evidence to prove that the Dark Lord was dead," Belvina said meaningfully. "You were so certain just now, I thought you had evidence."
Then, Belvina muttered to herself, "They're all old people, but some are highly respected and have dedicated themselves to the wizarding community, while others have lived their whole lives in vain."
Everyone present heard the whispered remark, and everyone knew that Belvina was cursing Roland Foley.
A loud laugh rang out in the otherwise serious meeting room.
"You!" Old Foley, utterly humiliated, clutched his chest in anguish, his chest heaving violently as he gasped for breath.
"Mr. Foley isn't trying to scam me, is he?" Belvina, still talking inappropriately after sitting down, said, "He's a disgrace to pure-blood wizards."
With the position of Chief Wizard of Wizengamor vacant and Albus Dumbledore absent from the meeting, no one could stop Belvina's venomous tongue.
With Belvina's meddling, Roland Foley and the others' plans to cause trouble were basically ruined. If they wanted to question the massacre on Magnolia Road again, they would first have to prove that Voldemort was dead.
At this moment, Amelia Borns, who had finally gotten a chance to speak, looked at Foley, who was breathing heavily, and slowly opened her mouth.
She said, "Fri! More than ten years ago, when the Mystic was running rampant in our land, my Bones family fought him to the death. My brother Edgar and his family were killed by Death Eaters, and my mother also died at their hands. What were you doing then?!"
Roland Foley, struggling to breathe, couldn't utter a single word. Everyone knew of the Burns family's contributions in the last Wizarding War, but what about the Foley family from Hampshire?
The Foleys neither produced Death Eaters nor rebelled against Voldemort; they hid in their home in Hampshire to avoid the war and then stole the spoils of victory afterward.
"During the war, you, Roland Foley, contributed nothing to the victory. After the war, you shamelessly usurped the position of Wizengamo. Do you deserve your name, do you deserve the glory of your ancestors!"
Perhaps because she's been in too much contact with Belvina lately, Amelia Borns's words have started to turn venomous.
She continued, "Now that the Ministry of Magic is in danger again, instead of showing any gratitude, you're like a spineless old dog barking and biting wildly. How dare you wear this crimson robe and call yourself Wizengamo!"
"I—you—" Roland Foley's breathing became increasingly rapid, "you—you all!"
"Roland, Roland!"
"Mr. Foley? Roland Foley!"
Roland Foley, unable to catch his breath, suddenly fainted, immediately causing chaos in the conference room.
Amelia Burns's words not only criticized Roland Foley for stealing the victory, but also included many people like him.
In Belvina's opinion, Amelia's behavior was somewhat impulsive and she didn't know how many people she would offend, but Amelia's words made Belvina feel happy and her breasts felt clear.
"Gentlemen!" Ms. Burns addressed the crowd, "The riot at the Quidditch World Cup camp, and the Dark Mark that night, were all tests by the Death Eaters against the Ministry of Magic. They were testing our limits and our resolve!"
This time, the applause in the meeting room came from Ms. Burns' supporters, while the opponents were speechless, unable to think of a better way to refute her.
Among the neutrals in Wissengamo, some began to acknowledge Ms. Burns, while others remained unwilling to express their opinion.
"Back then, we chose to keep quiet for the sake of peace and stability, but they extended their reach into the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts. Barty Crouch Jr. even tried to murder Harry Potter!"
Ms. Burns continued, "Now, the Death Eaters are at it again, reaching their filthy, sinful hands toward Harry Potter once more. An Auror is gravely wounded, and a striker is killed instantly. Gentlemen, are we to back down again?!"
Every single incident that has occurred over the past year has exposed the illusion of peace and stability in the wizarding community, sounding the alarm bells time and time again, only to be ignored.
Now, Voldemort is suspected of returning, and Death Eaters are committing a series of bloody crimes. Anyone with eyes can hear the approaching footsteps of war. Continuing to indulge in false peace will only lead to death.
In the conference room, the Wizengamo members whispered among themselves, and the department officials discussed amongst themselves. Everyone understood Amelia Borns's unspoken message—this time, she would not back down; this time, she was going to war!
The opponents were panicked; they didn't want the Ministry of Magic to harden its stance.
The neutrals thought it over and over. War meant death, and they didn't want to die in war. They only cared about gains and losses.
Supporters applauded again; they were not afraid of sacrifice or war, for the night fourteen years ago had already proven that Voldemort was not invincible.
"Gentlemen!" Ms. Burns exclaimed passionately, "The Death Eaters' axes and knives are right outside this door, their blades could strike at any moment. Are we going to stretch our necks out and let them hack us to pieces?"
Amelia Borns slammed her fist on the podium, the dull thud echoing throughout the conference room and striking everyone's hearts.
"Absolutely not! If we're already in grave danger, only fighting can save us!"
A round of enthusiastic applause erupted once again, for Ms. Burns's speech and for her courage to fight to the end.
"The authority of the Ministry of Magic is inviolable, and the peace and stability of wizarding society are inviolable. I will fight to the last breath, vowing to defend our right to breathe!"
The applause rang out once again, louder, more enthusiastic, and longer than any other applause today.
The opponents were devastated; they knew they could no longer stop Amelia Borns.
Supporters were jubilant, believing that Amelia Bones would become the new minister and lead them to victory in the war.
Amidst thunderous applause, Belvina quietly left the conference room.
Although Amelia Bones won today’s Wiesengamo meeting, it is far from enough.
The neutrals within Wisengam, the other neutrals in the ministry, and those who sided with both sides—their positions were not yet clear enough.
Belvina believes it's time to unleash her trump card, time to show everyone with blood what the fate of those who waver and seek revenge is.