Harry Potter: The New Dark Lord Shelby

Outside the Ministry of Magic

Artel released his grip on the Witch-king of Angmar's arm, his face reflecting a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He glanced around at the towering buildings, the speeding cars, and the oddly dressed pedestrians. It was a stark contrast to the magical world they knew.

The Witch-king of Angmar stood silently for a moment before his deep voice broke the stillness.

"Where exactly are we?" he asked.

"Right here... underground," Artel replied, pointing towards the hidden location of the Ministry of Magic.

Without hesitation, the Witch-king raised his Morgul dagger, a dark glint in his eyes, and began chanting a spell. His voice started low and guttural, but it quickly grew sharper and louder, echoing ominously through the street.

Pedestrians stopped in their tracks, panic spreading as the eerie chant filled the air. The Witch-king's voice was like a chorus of monks chanting sinister hymns, reverberating through the very core of those who heard it.

As the final strange note resonated from beneath the Witch-king's helmet, the Morgul dagger ignited with a purple-black flame. With a decisive thrust, he drove it into the ground. 

A pillar of purple fire erupted skyward, causing gasps of terror from the onlookers.

Artel watched in awe, feeling a shiver run down his spine. The power the Witch-king of Angmar displayed was beyond what he had expected. In the movies, the Witch-king had never seemed this formidable. But then again, the movies often underplayed the true might of these dark figures.

Artel mused to himself, recalling how Shelob, who had been bested by two hobbits in the original tale, was now able to hold her own against Dumbledore. It made sense that the Witch-king, a figure of even greater power, would possess formidable spells.

The world of Lord of the Rings, he realized, was on a much higher level than that of Harry Potter. It made him wonder about his own place in this mix. If the Witch-king was this strong, how terrifying must Sauron be?

"I wonder if Dumbledore can withstand this..." he thought aloud, a sense of excitement settling over him as he pondered the potential clash of these titanic forces.

Artel was a little worried as he saw the Witch-king of Angmar launching an attack. With a swift motion, he Apparated and left the battlefield. When the task was done, he vanished like the wind, his presence and deeds concealed. Let the Witch-king of Angmar draw all the attention, he thought.

"Amelia and Scrimgeour have already gone to Knockturn Alley," Fudge mused aloud, "I wonder if they can capture Saruman. If they do..." A smile crept across Fudge's face. Capturing the infamous Saruman during his tenure would skyrocket his approval rating. Not only could he be re-elected, but he might even gain international acclaim, perhaps even replacing Dumbledore as the president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

As Fudge indulged in his daydreams, he felt the ground beneath him tremble. A deafening explosion followed, shaking everything in his office.

"An earthquake?" Fudge instinctively grabbed the table for support. As the thought crossed his mind, he heard panicked cries from the hall and sensed a malevolent presence.

"Saruman is here!" Fudge's eyes widened with fear. "He came so quickly! Where is Dumbledore?!"

In a frenzy, Fudge grabbed his wand and rushed out of his office. He saw that the ceiling above the hall had been pierced, and a column of purple fire, about a meter in diameter, was burning its way down, attempting to breach the magical barrier protecting the second underground floor.

From the melting ceiling, Fudge could see the outside world, realizing that the Ministry of Magic in London was now exposed to the Muggle world.

"It must be Saruman!" Fudge concluded. Only Saruman could dare such a brazen attack.

The alarm bell of the Ministry of Magic rang out, and Aurors, guards, and staff sprang into action. Wands were drawn as they began to combat the purple flames. Gradually, the flames shrank, revealing a large oval hole in the ceiling with a radius of more than ten meters. 

Before anyone could react, a dark figure leaped out of the hole—one person and one horse. It was the Witch-king of Angmar.

"Who are you?" Fudge demanded, puzzled. He had expected Saruman but was confronted by a black knight. The knight resembled the death knight Saruman had once summoned with magic, though there were subtle differences. Fudge remained on guard.

The Witch-king of Angmar surveyed the magicians, his voice filled with arrogance: "I am the leader of the Nine Great Ringwraiths under Sauron, the Dark Lord. I am the Witch-king of Angmar! Bow down and worship me!"

The magicians in the hall were momentarily stunned before an uproar erupted. 

"Sauron?!"

"He is Sauron's subordinate!!"

"The head of the Nine Ringwraiths? Doesn't that mean there are nine such enemies?!"

The Ministry of Magic staff buzzed with alarm as they discussed the fearsome Demon King Sauron. They had heard tales of his evil, but encountering one of his lieutenants in person sent shivers down their spines. It was almost surreal.

"Noisy fools!"

Seeing these feeble humans neither bow nor show respect, the Witch King of Angmar scoffed coldly. He brandished the Morgul blade and spurred his fell beast forward.

A translucent wave radiated from the Witch King's helmet, sweeping through the room. Those touched by it crumpled to the ground, trembling in fear. Only a few managed to stay on their feet.

If Artel had been present, he would have sighed in exasperation. Most Ministry staff couldn't even cast basic protection spells.

Fudge, slightly more resilient than his colleagues, fought the urge to kneel. He raised his wand and attempted a Stunning Spell. Unfortunately, it had no effect.

The Witch King pointed his dagger at Fudge and demanded coldly, "Where is the Hobbit? Where is the One Ring?"

Fudge's heart pounded. The Witch King was after the One Ring and the Hobbit, Gollum. He didn't know the Ring's location, but Gollum was locked in the Department of Mysteries. Handing over Gollum was out of the question.

"It's just one of Sauron's lackeys, and he dares insult the Ministry of Magic like this..."

Fudge glanced around. Over twenty Aurors and guards had arrived. He took a cautious step back and then shouted, "This is Sauron's subordinate! Arrest him!"

At Fudge's command, the Aurors sprang into action, launching a barrage of spells at the Witch King of Angmar.

The Witch King laughed, a chilling sound that echoed through the hall. His fell beast reared back and screeched.

"Such weak ants dare to attack me?"