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"Ahem...the voice is loud!"

At the front of the slightly semicircular venue, Ajinbad cleared his throat, pointed his wand at his throat and cast a sound amplification spell.

Immediately, under the effect of the magic spell, his words instantly spread to every corner of the entire venue, which was slightly older but still as grand as ever.

The meeting has begun.

"Perhaps you have noticed that today's 'emergency meeting' is indeed very 'urgent', so urgent that I came up without even preparing a speech."

"And...since I have sent an international support announcement beforehand, I believe everyone knows one thing! Before this meeting was held, I came directly from the British wizarding world."

Representatives from various countries have some idea of ​​the reasons for convening this emergency meeting. After all, such a big thing happened in the British wizarding world, and even the Muggle world was rumored. This meeting... can be considered to be held sooner or later.

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What's more, before Nahilbo finally caused the fog disaster in London, England, it also caused great commotion in Wagadu Magic School in Africa, Italy, France and other places. Recently, the international attention has almost reached the highest level.

"Here, I have to say that the resurgence of ancient dark wizards that is happening in the UK is a big event, a big event that everyone must pay attention to! Our daily life is being disrupted by that Haierbo;

Our promising future may be destroyed by that Haier wave."

"Dear gentlemen and ladies! This is not an alarmist statement, but a fact that I have seen with my own eyes with my only remaining eye!"

Ajinbad pointed to his uninjured eye and conveyed his most sincere feelings to the ears of the official members sitting around the venue.

"I think what everyone wants to know most right now is the actual disaster situation in London, England."

"However, just relying on my words to describe it will definitely lack a lot of real feeling. So I borrowed a small invention from Mr. Macca McLean... I hope that everyone can experience it in an immersive way.

Let’s look at the horrors faced by wizards and Muggles in London.”

Before he finished speaking, Ajinbad suddenly waved his magic wand and lifted aside the red cloth that had been laid on the open space in front of the podium.

Immediately, a magic text formation centered on the pensieve was revealed from below.

In the venue, many members of the Federation from all over the world were sitting at the long curved table. Looking at the soft silver light rippling in front of the table, they felt a little trance.

Among the many famous wizards present, there are still many people who know this magical instrument. After all, this Hogwarts treasure can be regarded as one of the few magic props related to thinking, memory, and will in the world.

It was included in the catalog of magical treasures hundreds of years ago.

Of course, since its practicality is actually not high, its ranking is relatively lagging behind. At least it is certainly far from being comparable to a peerless weapon like the Sword of Gryffindor.

Although, in the eyes of a truly powerful wizard, the value of the pensieve is not low at all.

"Everyone!"

After Ajinbad opened the red cloth, he paused for a moment and then said immediately:

"I, Babajide Ajinbaden, hereby swear that the memories I will show you next will be completely true to reality and will not be modified or modified in the slightest."

After saying that, he raised the wand in his hand to his temple and pulled out a white, spider-like memory thread from his head on the spot, then flicked it and threw it into the pensieve in front of him.

The next moment, when several wizards from the French Ministry of Magic who were waiting aside stepped into the designated nodes of the magic text array, several rays of blue magical light spread from their feet until the entire array was filled.

At that moment, before the councilors in the venue had time to sigh at the complex and mysterious slate array, a majestic and vast silver ripple surged out from the pensieve, covering the entire venue like a giant wave.

submerged.

…

"Oh, is this the beginning?"

Spiral Town, New St. Mungo's Underground Observation Room.

Maka, who was sitting on the armchair beside the hospital bed with her legs crossed and her arms folded, her eyes slightly closed for a moment, suddenly opened her eyes and muttered something to herself.

In order to accurately grasp the time point, he left some tricks in the slate array diagram he gave to Ajinbad. As long as it was still within the range that could be transmitted, he could more or less detect the signals of the operation of the array.

And it is obvious that the distance between France and Britain is not far.

"call"

After letting out a little breath, Maka finally put down her crossed legs and sat up slightly.

To be honest, he actually didn't want the situation at the venue to develop to the point where he had to take action. If the motion could be passed by relying on Ajinbad's speech and the Pensieve's disaster display, that would be great.

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It's a pity that he also understands that it is really difficult for most of the world's parliamentarians to agree with that matter.

Of course, what worries Maca right now is far more than just the situation at the emergency joint meeting place. Because in the end, these things are all caused by that guy Haierbo.

Not long ago, the report that the army of zombies showed up in the southeastern suburbs of London was also one of the major issues currently plaguing Maka.

Compared to this, even Trelawny's prophecy no longer seemed so important. She didn't need to know that Maka also knew that if Haierbo was allowed to continue to wreak havoc, the situation would become increasingly out of control.

At this moment, Maka, who was sitting in a chair and was in a trance, suddenly turned her head and said casually towards the survivor witch who was still asleep:

"Ma'am... in order to end this disaster, please at least give me some clues and hints! Okay?"

While suppressing the power in the souls of these two survivors, Maka vaguely sensed the soul rules contained in them.

That is the most special type of soul rules that Maka has come into contact with so far.

It is complex, obscure, and full of chaotic negative will, but after a little reflection, you will feel the purity in it.

And since that kind of soul rule does not belong to Haierbo, but comes from the branch of the Devouring Mirror, then it naturally comes from the devil.

After a brief reflection, it seems that among the evils that he has not been exposed to yet, the only two branches left are "lazy" and "greed"...

"From a pure point of view...could it be 'greed'?"

In the final analysis, Maka is far from truly understanding the essence of the soul rules. It is obviously impossible to figure out the reason just by imagining it.

"Yes, there is nothing missing."