I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

The Goblet of Fire venue can hold 100,000 people, and Mr. Weasley, then an official of the Ministry of Magic, believed that this was enough to accommodate wizards from all over Europe. Even if there were some discrepancies, it was still a terrifying number when spread across the European countries.

This also highlights the difference between Voldemort and Grindelwald: one could mobilize the entire wizarding world in Europe and America, while the other could only confine himself to Britain and create a climate of terror, and the number of people he controlled was only five thousand...

This is also the biggest dilemma facing the Ministry of Magic: they have no one left.

When Voldemort fell, a considerable number of Death Eaters claimed they were controlled by the Imperius Curse. The Ministry of Magic had no choice but to reluctantly admit that they were forced into it. A large part of the reason was that these people were mostly from some of the most prestigious pure-blood families in the wizarding world, possessing enormous wealth and even the ability to influence the situation in the wizarding world.

Once they disappear, who will take their place?

Millicent Barnold knew her move was risky, but she had no choice, as her retirement date was approaching and she had fewer and fewer people at her disposal, and rumors were rife that Albus Dumbledore would become Minister for Magic.

Although Millison had long received a personal promise from Dumbledore that he had no interest in the position of Minister for Magic, were there no other people in the Ministry of Magic besides Dumbledore who coveted the position?

Aside from the legendary White Wizard, Cornelius Fudge was the most likely candidate. This conservative's momentum was growing, gradually overwhelming Millison Barnard and forcing him to take the risk of resorting to this approach.

Fortunately, the wizard prisoners with less than three months left in their sentences were almost all charged with minor offenses, such as using magic to trick Muggles, illegally raising magical creatures, and smuggling prohibited potions to Far Eastern countries. Azkaban's experience was enough to leave a deep impression on them.

"...In conclusion, and by unanimous decision of the Ministry of Magic, a pardon is hereby signed. Millison Barnold, June 21, 1990."

After reading the pardon decree in his hand, the Minister of Magic, who was the most proactive in generations, lit it with his wand. The specially made parchment emitted a pure white light, indicating that it was not a forgery.

Several journalists who were given special permission were already excited—when they were told they could cover this news, they never imagined it would be such a bombshell.

This will undoubtedly be the headline in tomorrow's newspapers!

The fact that a Minister of Magic was willing to take such a huge risk to release all the minor offenders in Azkaban is enough to warrant a month-long article.

The Minister of Magic seemed unwilling to linger there. She handed over the handover to another Ministry of Magic official and then Apparated away with her entourage.

The official in charge of enforcing the pardon had a cold, steely face, with short, meticulously combed gray hair and a perfectly trimmed mustache that made his face look even more hardened.

“Oh…it was him.” The reporters exchanged glances, all recognizing the familiar name in each other’s eyes. “It was Mr. Barty Crouch. It’s a pity that he reportedly sent his son to Azkaban and let him die there, and his wife died of grief as a result.”

It is quite appropriate for Mr. Barty Crouch, as an upright and incorruptible representative, to carry out the pardon.

With a large number of enforcers maintaining order, all prisoners with less than three months left on their sentences were suddenly pulled out, marked with surveillance tags, and then boarded approaching ships to their designated service posts.

78. A very brave heart is often hidden.

"You don't want this chocolate frog anymore, do you?"

Unaware that the upper-level prisoners had mostly left, Li Lin was still coercing and enticing the Death Eaters.

"Um... half... no, leave me a leg, okay?"

Having witnessed Li Lin's feat of ordering the Dementors around and physically ripping Bella apart last night, none of the prisoners on this floor are afraid of Li Lin.

Seeing the Death Eaters still haggling, Li Lin said with a pained expression, "Don't blame me for being blunt, you have no experience, you don't understand. This chocolate frog is so lively, you can't handle it, let me handle it, I can handle it."

"If you don't believe me, I'll show you." Li Lin picked up the box of chocolate frogs as if they were old friends and held it in the air.

The Death Eater watched Li Lin's movements and thought to himself that, no matter what, opening the Chocolate Frog packaging with just one hand and grabbing it to eat was a skill in itself.

On the other side, Li Lin was still arguing: "...This is magic, not magic. Do you know what magic is? It's the skills that Muggles use to perform on the street. It has nothing to do with magic, but it looks like magic."

His performance attracted many well-fed prisoners, and even Sirius Black leaned on the railing, urging Li Lin to come on.

Several Ministry of Magic strikers leaned against the wall, pointing in Li Lin's direction.

"He seems very energetic. What crime was he convicted of in Azkaban?"

"Who knows? It could be widespread use of dark magic, a past following of a mysterious figure, or even magic used to harm a large number of Muggles... What could it be?!"

The striker let out a scream, and as if he had seen a ghost, he drew his wand and pointed it directly at Li Lin.

"It's just street magic." Li Lin turned his head, and through the gaps in his tightly clenched hand holding the Chocolate Frog, the green light of the Avada Kedavra curse slowly faded.

He opened his palm and presented it to the two batters like a treasure. The chocolate frog, bathed in green light, lay motionless on its back.

Everyone fell silent. The next moment, the two strikers simultaneously raised their wands and pointed them at Li Lin, shouting angrily in unison.

"Expelliarmus!"

"Stupefy!"

Two beams of light shot out from the end of the wand, aimed directly at Li Lin's back. To the astonishment of the strikers, the two spells passed through Li Lin's body like phantoms and disappeared without a trace.

How is this possible?

Their self-awareness only had time to ponder this last question, and at the edge of their fading vision, Li Lin's figure became increasingly distorted and elongated, with golden-purple antlers seemingly sprouting from his head, while the fragrance of hawthorn blossoms wafted around him from nowhere...

In the prison, everyone bowed their heads in awe, watching the flickering red light emanating from the five fingers of Li Lin's left hand.

"Imperio."

Li Lin stuffed the chocolate frog that had been killed by the Killing Curse into his mouth, muttering indistinctly, "Go do what you need to do, and while you're at it, go see what's going on up there."

"Yes." The red light in the eyes of the two strikers gradually faded, and then they turned and walked upstairs.

"You're the one who said you wanted to see the performance."

After Li Lin finished eating the Chocolate Frog, he turned around and found that the Death Eater next door was staring at him intently. Fearing that the Death Eater would ask him for the Chocolate Frog, Li Lin quickly and confidently retorted.

He thought to himself that as a novice in the magical world, he was bound to be somewhat inexperienced at first, but once he became more skilled, he would surely become a great wizard revered by all.

The Death Eaters stared blankly at their plates, then looked up and exchanged bewildered glances with their companions.

Is this the time to be agonizing over that chocolate frog?

Unforgivable spells cast without a staff, even death-taking spells cast silently... no matter how you look at it, these are scenes that can only appear in nightmares.

At the edge of the cell, Bellatrix, who had witnessed everything, stared wide-eyed and lay on the ground, barely daring to breathe. It was common knowledge that casting spells without a wand was an extremely profound skill, and casting spells silently was even more difficult. Usually, only some harmless white magic could be released in this way.

Those dark spells are inherently destructive, and without the aid of a wand, the caster would be the first to suffer the backlash.

The requirements for the Unforgivable Curse are even more stringent. To cast the Killing Curse, one must have a firm killing intent, sufficient magical power, a violent tremor of the wrist, and the correct incantation... all these elements are indispensable.

At least in all these years, Bellatrix has never seen anyone perform the Killing Curse silently without a wand.

Voldemort might be able to do it, but he wouldn't take such a big risk to try it.

What if you try it and end up killing yourself?

They didn't know that Li Lin wasn't using magic, but a secret technique derived from magic, which was essentially a pseudo-magic.

When Li Lin returned to his cell, Sirius Black immediately approached him with his Chocolate Frog and asked in a low voice, "What...what did you release?"

"Of course it's the Unforgivable Curse!" Li Lin's eyes widened. "Are you out of your mind?"

The sudden sound drew the attention of all the prisoners, but they quickly looked away when they saw it was Li Lin, fearing that he might be using them as a magician.

"I know it's an unforgivable curse, but... how did you manage to cast it without a staff or a sound..."

Sirius subconsciously ignored Li Lin's insulting words, trying his best to appear as a diligent and studious student: "If you can do these things... those pure-blood families will treat you like an honored guest. They'll be willing to offer unimaginably high prices to invite you. Even the mysterious man couldn't do that..."

As the heir to the Black family, the oldest and most glorious of the twenty-eight pure-blood families that have survived to this day, Sirius's attitude, in a sense, also reflects the views of those pure-blood families.

They were not ashamed of using black magic; in fact, they secretly continued to study it, pushing those powerful spells to new heights.

Li Lin replied matter-of-factly, "I don't know. I just asked you what I did to get in here, and you said you didn't know either! Do you want me to go and take a screenshot of Chapter 4 of this volume and show it to you?"

Sirius was momentarily speechless. Li Lin's overly frank answer left him somewhat bewildered. After calming his excited emotions, he continued.

"Excuse my bluntness, but with your abilities, you could easily slip out of Azkaban without anyone noticing." Perhaps because he had been cooped up in the atmosphere of Azkaban for too long, Sirius's speech became somewhat incoherent.

"I'm not going out."

Li Lin shouted, "It's impossible for me to work, I'll never work in my life. Only going to jail can make a living like this."

Sirius was speechless.

Li Lin squinted, turned to look Sirius up and down, then slapped him on the thigh, startling Sirius so much he almost jumped up.

"By the way, why don't you go find your godson? Staying in Azkaban alone and facing so many Death Eaters, that's pretty brave of you."

79. Conspiring in public

"Just kidding, I'm super brave... Wait, what did you just say?"

Sirius, who had almost been led astray by Master Li, then realized that Li Lin had just mentioned someone.

His godson, Harry Potter, the boy who miraculously survived.

A person who doesn't even know the crime he committed in Azkaban can talk about other people's experiences in great detail... Sirius Black suddenly took a few steps back and cast a wary glance at Li Lin from under his messy hair.

Sirius felt a chill run down his spine.

"What on earth do you know?"

“Oh—” Li Lin blinked, “As long as you love to think, love to ask, and love to use your brain, you will understand all the wonderful questions in the world.”

“Don’t think I haven’t heard this song before!” Sirius muttered grumbling. “Ever since I found out I was going to be the godfather of James and Lily’s child, I’ve been looking for tons of children’s books…”

"Blue Cat's 3000 Questions is here too?!" Li Lin exclaimed. "I must revisit this childhood classic after I get out of prison."

"Is this the time to revisit childhood classics?" Sirius exclaimed in despair. "So how much do you really know about me? Don't you see me as one of the Death Eaters?"

“Of course not.” Li Lin’s dark eyes narrowed slightly. “I know you were framed by Peter Pettigrew. Your duel destroyed an entire street and sent more than a dozen Muggles to their deaths. Judging from Peter Pettigrew’s escape with a severed finger, the Sorting Hat should have sorted him into Gryffindor without any problem.”

Snapped.

Sirius Black grabbed Li Lin's sleeve. The former nobleman of the Black family now resembled a crazed demon, gripping Li Lin's wrist tightly and trembling all over.

"What did you say...what did you say? What did you say!" he roared. "Is that bastard who betrayed his friends still alive?!"