These Wizengamot members included both men and women, and most of them were rather old.
The youngest-looking one was probably already over sixty, while the oldest was so aged that he was almost nothing but a pile of old bones.
The loose Wizengamot purple-red robes on him showed not the slightest bit of dignity. Instead, it looked like a monkey had secretly put on human clothes, funny and ridiculous.
However, their postures were set very properly.
Seeing such a large group of people pour into the Wizengamot chamber, a relatively "young" member sitting toward the outside immediately frowned and shouted, "This is the Wizengamot council! What are Aurors doing here? Get out at once..."
The member had only spoken halfway when he finally realized that these Aurors, and even Old Barty and Percy, were actually more like attendants.
Among the group in front of him, the real leader seemed to be Link, who was walking at the very front.
His frown deepened, and he pointed at Link and asked, "And who is he?"
Hearing this, Link and Old Barty did not react much, but Percy became anxious.
He snorted coldly and said, "This is Mr. Link Flamel, a member of the Hogwarts Committee Board, and also the Hogwarts representative member of the British Ministry of Magic War Committee!"
As soon as these words came out, the entire chamber fell silent.
Percy probably wanted to raise Link's status a bit so the Wizengamot members would show more respect.
Unfortunately, his action did not produce the effect he imagined.
After a brief silence, the Wizengamot members burst out laughing.
The oldest member even laughed so hard he nearly lost his breath.
The intense mocking laughter lasted for a long time, and finally a sharp-faced old man said with a smile, "When I first heard about this War Committee and the Hogwarts seat, I thought Dumbledore had finally had enough and wanted to adopt our suggestion from back then, to let him become Minister of Magic and lead us to prosperity."
"But who would have thought... haha... who would have thought that what came out would be such a brat!"
A harsh-looking old woman followed, "You're a child of the Flamel family, aren't you? I could tell just by looking at you."
"Just like your mother, you don't know your place. Go back and study properly, and don't interfere in adult matters."
The old woman held a high position in the Wizengamot. As soon as she finished speaking, even more voices of agreement followed.
But amid the sharp mocking voices, Link acted as if he were deaf. Without even looking at them, he kept pressing a brooch on the left side of his chest in a steady rhythm while directly pulling out the seat at the head of the table and sitting down.
That seat belonged to the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, that is, Dumbledore.
However, since Dumbledore had long stopped participating in Wizengamot affairs, the others had left the seat empty to show respect for the greatest white wizard of the twenty-first century.
But this respect was only surface-level.
Privately, most Wizengamot members had little goodwill toward Dumbledore.
Otherwise, Harry Potter's trial back then would have ended the moment Dumbledore appeared. There would have been no need to even hold it.
In the Wizengamot members' view, Dumbledore was like a statue that could be used to take blows for them and provide moral justification. It only needed to be placed high on display.
But even though they did not truly respect Dumbledore in their hearts, Link's action still angered them.
A member sitting closest to Link slammed the table and stood up almost instantly, "Who told you to sit down? Didn't Dumbledore teach you manners at Hogwarts? You disrespectful little beast!"
As he spoke, he even tried to grab Link, but the harsh-looking old woman beside him stopped him.
The harsh-looking woman looked at Link's expressionless face, and her gaze quietly changed.
She asked cautiously, "So, you're here representing Dumbledore?"
As soon as she said this, the old member who had just slammed the table and the other members quickly reacted.
That was right.
Hogwarts had been Dumbledore's territory for decades.
How could Hogwarts' representative suddenly become a brat?
And even talk about reforming the Ministry of Magic right away.
Only Dumbledore would have such ambition.
So this Link Flamel in front of them must be Dumbledore's agent.
Believing he had figured everything out, the sharp-faced member took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Even Dumbledore has no right to interfere with the management of the Ministry of Magic!"
"Back then we already gave him the chance to become Minister of Magic. He refused it himself, and now he wants to come back and seize it? What does he think the British Ministry of Magic is?"
The sharp-faced member's words set a common tone for the matter.
The other members followed, beginning to accuse Dumbledore of interfering with the Ministry of Magic.
Some members even proposed removing Dumbledore from his position as Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
Of course, the proposal was rejected without question.
Now that Voldemort's return had been confirmed, everyone still needed this statue called Dumbledore to fight Voldemort. How could they remove him.
Listening to the noisy denunciations that sounded like a marketplace, Link frowned.
He slightly raised one finger, and an invisible whip of magical power suddenly appeared and lashed sharply through the air.
Crack!
The frightening sound of the air exploding instantly silenced the denunciations below.
Link, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke, "First, I need to clarify one point. I am not Dumbledore's representative. I am myself, Link Flamel."
"As for Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts has already completed its reform. He is currently the faculty representative member of the Hogwarts Four-Party Committee. He holds voting rights, but does not have any so-called veto power."
Link paused, then raised a second finger.
"Second, what is the point of you arguing about these matters? Whether Hogwarts reforms or not, how it reforms, how committee members are chosen… what do these things have to do with you? Did I ever say I wanted your opinions?"
Frowning, Link glanced at Old Barty and Percy beside him.
"I really didn't expect that you couldn't even handle something this simple and needed me to step in!"
"Yes! Yes, we are too incompetent and have disappointed you!"
Old Barty seemed to understand the meaning behind Link's words. He fell completely to his knees, trembling as he spoke.
Percy, in comparison, was somewhat confused, but Krell's past training made him almost reflexively follow and kneel on one knee.
This sudden scene startled the members.
The leading members' faces turned pale in an instant.
Clearly, they had realized something was wrong.
Percy did not matter.
In the members' eyes, he was the same kind of person as Link Flamel.
Just foolish children.
Not worth mentioning at all.
But Old Barty was someone they knew well.
Back then, Old Barty had been part of the same circle as them.
They had been together for decades.
If even a tough man like Old Barty was this frightened, then this Link Flamel in front of them was definitely not someone easy to deal with.
Fortunately… there were still Aurors in the chamber…
The completely panicked members' expressions finally improved a bit.
They ignored the fact that the Aurors had come with Link and had just been scolded by them earlier, and directly shouted, "Aurors, arrest this little beast at once! He insults the Wizengamot! We will hold a Wizengamot trial! We will sentence him to death!"
The hysterical screams of the members echoed through the empty chamber.
But hearing this, the Aurors stood unmoving.
Some even showed a trace of ridicule on their faces.
Link shook his head.
In his previous life, he often saw important figures make unbelievable decisions that were so foolish ordinary people simply could not understand them.
Back then he thought that perhaps they had some unknown reason.
Or perhaps position determined thinking.
Ordinary people who had not reached their level naturally could not understand their considerations.
After all, if someone could sit in that position, they must have something exceptional about them.
But now that Link himself held a high position, he finally truly understood.
Some people were simply stupid.
They were completely spoiled by the power in their hands.
Just like these Wizengamot members in front of him.
Link waved his hand casually.
"Our honorable members seem a bit too emotional. Let them calm down."
As soon as Link finished speaking, the Aurors who had stood like wooden figures under the members' orders immediately moved.
With the swing of their wands, basins of icy water appeared out of thin air and poured over their heads.
Only then did the members' faces finally change completely.
The harsh-looking old woman tried to say something, but Link spoke first, "Mary Tryst, former Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, current Wizengamot member. Your family is the Tryst family."
"You are the family head. You never married, but you have three sons, working respectively in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, the International Magical Trade Standards Association, and the International Magical Law Office."
"As a small pure-blood family, the Tryst family has been producing potions in workshop form since 1876, selling them to the Black family's potion shops for a living."
"Until after Voldemort's fall in 1981, you used the opportunity of purging Death Eaters to participate in and directly plan the annexation and division of industries belonging to several major pure-blood families, including the Black family, the Lestrange family, and the Flamel family, becoming the largest potion supplier in Britain."
"Am I wrong?"
The harsh old woman's face turned pale. Her mouth opened slightly as if she wanted to speak.
But Link gave her no chance and continued to the next person, "And you, Harvey Jackson, former Department of International Magical Cooperation, current head of the Jackson family."
"Your experience is similar to Mary Tryst's. The only difference is that you divided up the daily goods market. Those Potter family patents were taken by you, weren't they?"
"Sigh, forget it, I won't mention these things."
Link stood up with both hands pressed on the table.
"In short, all of you are the same. Relying on the power in your hands, you constantly devour resources, making your families flourish like oil thrown into blazing fire."
"The Wizengamot formed by people like you has lost the great ideals it had when it was first created and has become parasites completely attached to the Ministry of Magic and the British magical world."
"And parasites should stay hidden in the dark and behave themselves."
"I truly cannot understand who gave you the courage to challenge me."
Not a single member answered Link.
Because the diligent Aurors' calming procedure, besides pouring cold water, also involved pointing wands glowing with red light at their heads.
Just then, the gem on Link's brooch began flashing in a steady rhythm.
Seeing this, the corners of Link's mouth rose slightly, and he snapped his fingers.
Krell appeared out of thin air inside the chamber with several hunters.
Each of them carried a large box in their hands.
The outer surfaces of the boxes were marked with the crests of several Wizengamot families, including Jackson and Tryst.
"Young master, we have completed the task you assigned.", Krell said with a smile, lifting the box in his hand as he spoke.
Link said nothing and only nodded.
Krell instantly understood.
He led the hunters to the members one by one, placing the boxes on the table and indicating that the members should open them personally.
Most of the pale-faced members hesitated.
Krell and the hunters did not urge them and simply watched with smiles.
Finally, the harsh old woman named Mary stretched out her trembling hand first, unfastened the clasps, and opened the large box engraved with her family crest.
In the next moment, six cleanly washed human heads appeared neatly arranged before her.
Mary's body suddenly stiffened. Tears poured from her dried eyes and kept dripping along the deeply lined skin of her face.
Her mouth trembled open and shut, but she could not say a single word. She only stared at the heads inside the box and cried silently.
Because the owners of those heads were her three sons and her brothers and sisters.
"Lady Tryst, your family is truly prosperous. That really makes me envious!" Krell said with longing.
"If in the future Young Master Link and Miss Emily could also keep expanding the family line like your sons and brothers, that would be wonderful."
Krell's tone suddenly changed into a cold sneer.
"But this caused a lot of trouble for our work. We had to split into several groups to find them and take their heads."
"And the boxes we brought this time were really too small."
"So… we apologize, Lady Tryst. This time we couldn't reunite them all here with you."
"But they probably haven't gone far. If you kill yourself now, you should still be able to meet them in hell."
Hearing this, Mary Tryst stiffly turned her head and stared blankly at Krell, letting out a wail from her throat like an evil ghost.
And the same scene played out among the other members.
These more than ten oligarch families that monopolized every industry in the British magical world were completely wiped out.
The scene before them, like a painting of hell, stunned almost all the Aurors.
Percy, who had not realized the seriousness of the situation before, was so frightened that he even wet himself.
They had never imagined that Link's methods would be so ruthless.
Link glanced at the clock on the wall, stood up, and led Emily toward the door.
As he passed Sand, he said expressionlessly, "Clean this place up."
Sand's face flushed red, and his expression became ferocious.
He straightened his body, saluted Link's departing back, and shouted loudly, "Yes! Understood!"