From Kamal Taj to Hogwarts

Helmut frowned in frustration when he saw that his attack had no chance of working.

Then he narrowed his eyes and took two steps back without leaving any trace.

The next moment, Helmut had no intention of continuing to attack, and instead suddenly made a phantom movement.

Xiwen looked at Helmut, whose figure suddenly became distorted, and his eyes moved, but he did not stop him. He even raised his hand to stop Miranda who wanted to stop him from apparating.

In his twisted figure, Helmut grinned and then disappeared.

"Hasn't the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China fully implemented the anti-Apparition spell? How can he still use Apparition?" Miranda frowned, casually slapped Xiwen's hand in front of her, and turned around to ask

.

"It should be because the mirror space no longer belongs to the original space of the Ministry of Magic, and the defensive spells of the Ministry will naturally not have an effect here." Xiwen explained. "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't be able to do it so easily.

This area full of defensive magic has been completely transformed."

Miranda nodded, and then asked doubtfully: "Since you know that there is no longer an anti-Apparition spell here, why did you let him escape?"

"I just want to verify something." Xiwen thought and said slowly.

Amidst the noisy sounds of reciting incantations and the collision of magic spells, Xiwen gently closed his eyes, and then stretched out his hand to draw a golden circle of light in front of him.

A broken marble floor flew in from behind the aperture, holding a man in black robe lying on it with a pale face.

"I found you, Mr. Helmut." Xiven opened his eyes and smiled at Helmut. "Do you still want to go back and bring in reinforcements now?"

"Tell me, how could this happen?" Helmut's face was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and his expression looked very ferocious. "I haven't had the experience of apparation and separation in twenty years, why do you do this in this weird place like yours?"

This is what happens in space?!"

While he was shouting, a dark red blood flowed out from the side of his body, and in the blink of an eye it formed a shallow pool of blood.

"Because this place is probably not in the same space as your destination, Mr. Helmut." Xiven sighed, looked at the place where Helmut stayed before, and said softly.

There was a human leg wrapped in black formal trousers, lying limply on the ground.

"Speaking of which, I have to thank you very much this time, Helmut." Xiven continued. "I have long wanted to know whether the mirror space can be escaped through phantom, but it was not until today that I finally came to the conclusion."

Helmut glared at Xiwen hatefully, his eyes weak but fierce.

Xiwen didn't care about his eyes, and waved to Helmut's left leg, controlled it to float towards its owner's body, and connected it to the position where the limb was severed.

"Vulur."

As Xiwen recited a mantra in a low voice, the blood slowly flowed back and injected back into Helmut's body. His face gradually became a little bloodier, and was no longer as pale as before.

Helmut looked at the broken leg that he had reattached, and his lips, which still looked pale, trembled visibly.

"I don't understand, why do you want to treat me?" He looked at Xiwen incomprehensibly and asked coldly.

"I'll keep you here. Of course I have other things for you to do." Xiwen said casually.

After saying this, he ignored Helmut, who had almost lost his fighting ability, casually rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the wide platform where the battle situation in front was almost settled.

A golden, boundless magic whip surged out from Xiwen's palm, binding all the saints who were nearly out of power in place, completely ending this battle.

"Clan MacMillan, help me count the injuries on our side, and then take the seriously injured ones to the Paris Magic Injury and Injuries Hospital for treatment." Sivan walked to Chief MacMillan and patted him on the shoulder.

McMillan, who had been paddling on the edge of the battlefield just now, was all excited and quickly responded respectfully: "The mission must be completed, Mr. Rozier!"

As he spoke, he quickly changed his expression, showed a positive and dedicated expression, and ran toward the battlefield with small steps.

"Wait a minute." Xiwen said suddenly.

McMillan's steps suddenly stopped in place, he turned around and said with a dry smile: "Do you have any other instructions, Mr. Rozier?"

"If I see you failing to do your job next time, then there is no need for you to continue to be the head of the family." Xiwen said indifferently.

"Yes, I will definitely not do it again!" MacMillan's wizard robe was soaked in cold sweat, and he nodded hastily in agreement.

Then he hurried to the injured colleagues and thugs, and conscientiously began to count the number of injured and captured Wu Cui party members.

While McMillan was busy cleaning up the battlefield, Helmut, who had barely recovered his mobility, limped to Sivan and asked gloomily: "What will you do with us?"

"It depends on how much Grindelwald values ​​you." Sivan turned his face to look at Helmut with a deep look and said. "Mr. Helmut, I need to ask you to tell Grindelwald for me.

At that time, the two parties can have a negotiation."

"Tonight at eight o'clock, Père Lachaise Cemetery, see you at the same place fourteen years ago!"

As the words fell, a golden halo quietly appeared around Helmut. Behind the halo were the Wallace Fountain and four sycamore trees.

Helmut took a deep look at Sivan, then staggered out of the dimensional door, blurred his figure at the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, and apparated away from Paris.

Seeing Helmut's figure disappear, Xiven shrugged, turned to the pure-blood new force members who had tidied up and shouted: "It's over, friends!"

"Have a good rest today. We may have a tough battle to fight tonight."

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Paris, south bank of the Seine, Place de Mars.

Here there is a towering iron tower standing in the afternoon sun.

Xiwen and Miranda stood side by side on the observation deck on the top floor, looking at the bustling crowd below the tower.

Because they learned that the Chinese army was about to enter Paris, most of the Muggles in the country rushed to the road with their families and fled towards the south in the opposite direction of the army's march.

A large number of residents from the north bank of the Seine River flocked to the roads and bridges, almost blocking the Jena Bridge facing the Eiffel Tower. However, there was no one on the Eiffel Tower. Only Sivan and Miranda stood leisurely on the top of the tower.

, which is incompatible with the tense atmosphere of the Parisian people under the tower.

Under the beautiful sunshine, people's hearts are full of gloom.

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