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Chapter 109: Attacking The Ministry
🕑 Added 2025-05-12 09:43:25 +0000 UTCThe moment Dante appeared inside the Ministry’s central atrium, a hush fell over the crowd. Dolores Umbridge, wrapped in thick, enchanted chains, hung limply at his side. Without hesitation, Dante raised his wand to his throat, amplifying his voice for all to hear.
“The coward and sorry excuse of a Minister, get to the central atrium now.”
Gasps of shock rippled through the vast hall, employees of the Ministry freezing in place as they processed the audacity of what they were witnessing. Law enforcement wizards were the first to react, arriving in dozens, their wands already drawn.
“Drop your wand and explain yourself!” one of them barked, stepping forward cautiously.
Dante barely spared them a glance. “Go get the idiot,” he said, his voice laced with boredom.
The wizards, refusing to stand idle, raised their wands. “Surrender now! Don’t resist!”
With a single wave of his wand, a shockwave of force radiated outward, sending the surrounding wizards flying. The entire atrium shook, and a second flick of his wrist shattered every glass window in the vicinity, sending shards raining down. Screams filled the air as workers ducked for cover.
More wizards arrived, led by none other than Amelia Bones, followed by a large force of law enforcement officers, hit wizards, and Aurors. The atrium was now flooded with Ministry personnel, all of them surrounding Dante in a wide circle.
“Where is the idiot?” Dante asked, his glowing eyes sweeping the crowd.
Amelia stepped forward, her face like stone. “This is the Ministry of Magic, Malfoy. Do you think you can just storm in and demand the Minister like this? Even the Dark Lord never dared act so brazenly.”
Before Dante could reply, Cornelius Fudge himself arrived, his face contorted with rage and hatred. “You’ve crossed all lines, Malfoy!” he bellowed, his voice shaking.
Dante smirked. “You all don’t get it, do you? You fear Voldemort, even though he’s barely above average. Let me show you what a real Dark Lord can do.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“Raise your wands,” Dante commanded, his tone cold and emotionless. “Fight with everything you have. I want you to understand how pathetic you truly are.”
Shock rippled through the assembled forces, but the disbelief turned to sheer panic as ice and crystals exploded from the ground, freezing some in place while causing others to stumble backward. The moment of hesitation ended as wands were raised, and the battle erupted.
Spells of all kinds shot toward Dante, but he conjured a massive, swirling purple orb above his head, absorbing every attack before releasing them back at random. Wizards cried out as the reflected spells struck them, sending bodies flying.
Dante strode forward toward Fudge, his steps calm amidst the chaos. Any Auror or hit wizard who attempted to block him was swiftly taken down. Ice monsters erupted from the ground, engaging combatants in vicious duels. With a wave of his wand, black lightning tore through the surrounding, knocking dozens unconscious.
To his left, glass and ice shards floated ominously before launching forward in a storm. Shield charms flickered into existence, but some shattered under the sheer force of the onslaught. Confounded wizards tried to counterattack, only to be met with yet another devastating strike.
Dante continued moving, unscathed despite the dozens of spells aimed at him. Even the Killing Curse struck him multiple times—only for him to walk through it as though it were nothing. The horror on the faces of his enemies was increasing by every passing moment.
The structure of the Ministry groaned under the sheer chaos of the battle. Walls cracked, and parts of the ceiling crumbled. Yet none of it mattered to Dante as he finally reached Fudge, who was trembling in place, watching his forces fall like leaves in the wind.
From the side, Amelia Bones and two Aurors attempted a coordinated strike, but Dante, without looking, flicked his wrist, sending a wave of force that blasted them away.
He pointed his wand at Fudge, his voice low and deadly. “Crucio.”
Fudge’s screams echoed through the chamber as he collapsed, writhing on the ground in agony. Those still conscious could do nothing but watch in sheer terror as their minister was tortured before their eyes.
Dante finally ceased the curse, allowing the Minister to fall to his knees, shaking uncontrollably. With another wave, an ice platform rose beneath them, elevating them above the gathered crowd. From somewhere in the distance, Dolores Umbridge, still bound, was yanked into the air, soaring toward them before landing unceremoniously on the platform.
His voice rang through the atrium, cold and merciless. “This pathetic excuse of a witch dared to harm student in Hogwarts, all with the backing of this incompetent fool.”
Without hesitation, he stabbed his wand into Umbridge’s chest. A silver light engulfed her as she let out a bloodcurdling scream. When the light faded, she lay on the ground, twitching, before Dante tossed her off the platform like discarded trash.
Then, he turned to Fudge and repeated the action.
As Fudge’s own screams filled the air, Dante let the silver light consume him as well before shoving him off the platform. He gazed down at the horrified onlookers, his eyes glowing like divine judgement.
“Starting today, these two will live the rest of their lives as squibs,” he declared. “I expect you all to choose a new Minister of Magic. And let me be clear… this time, I went easy on you and didn’t kill anyone. But if this happens again, I will raze this place to the ground, and every single one of you will die.”
His gaze swept across the frozen crowd. “Hogwarts is my school, under my protection and no one has authority over it. If you dare to bring trouble again, if you dare to harm its students, I will find you. Titles won’t save you. Running won’t save you. You could flee to the ends of the earth, and it wouldn’t matter, I will get my hands on you.”
No one spoke. No one moved.
“Today is my last mercy”
Satisfied, Dante’s eyes flickered, the glow fading slightly. Without another word, he disapparated, leaving behind a Ministry in complete and utter ruin and more than two hundreds injured wizards.
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Dante apparated back into his classroom, his sudden arrival cutting through the murmurs of the students. The Gryffindor and Ravenclaw fifth-years turned in surprise, their previous discussion halting abruptly. Dante’s piercing gaze swept over the room before he spoke, his voice calm but carrying an edge of authority.
“I told you to do a self-study, not hold a discussion.”
The students scrambled to pick up their notes, though many stole curious glances at him. It was Luna who raised her hand first. Dante nodded for her to speak.
“What happened at the Ministry?” she asked in her usual dreamy tone, but there was a trace of genuine curiosity behind it.
Dante met her gaze before replying simply, “The problem is solved, and they won’t be sending anyone else.” His tone left no room for further questions. “Now open your notes from last time. We are behind schedule.”
With that, Dante moved seamlessly into the lesson as though nothing significant had occurred. The students, though still filled with questions, followed his instructions, taking notes diligently. The outside world might have been in chaos, but within the classroom, it was just another day of Defense Against the Dark Arts under Professor Malfoy.
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Later that day, Albus Dumbledore stepped through the gates of Hogwarts, his expression weary and contemplative. He had been summoned to the Ministry by Amelia Bones, and the meeting had left him with a throbbing headache. Dante’s actions had sent shockwaves through the wizarding world, he had declared himself a Dark Lord, torn through the Ministry’s wizards like they were nothing, disabled dozens of aurors and enforcers, and turned Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge into squibs.
Dumbledore sighed deeply, rubbing his temples as he made his way to his office. While he appreciated Dante’s sentiment, his unwavering dedication to protecting Hogwarts and its students, he could not, in good conscience, condone the sheer scale of his retaliation. It had been swift, brutal, and utterly devastating.
Declaring himself as a Dark Lord, dismantling the Ministry’s forces with terrifying ease, rendering the Minister of Magic and his secretary powerless… That was beyond any level of proportional response. It was a message, and a chilling one at that. The entire magical world would soon be scrambling to determine what to do in the wake of Dante Malfoy’s wrath.
Dumbledore exhaled, staring into the flickering candlelight of his office. A troubling thought lingered in his mind. The wizarding world had always feared Voldemort’s name—but now, it would learn to fear something far worse.
The only silver lining Dumbledore could find was that Dante’s fury had been directed solely in defense of Hogwarts and its students. But the world had seen what he was capable of.
And soon, they would have to decide how to react to the storm that was Dante Malfoy.
