Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

As the flames slowly dissipated, the Los Santos wizards on the ground floor gradually completed the transportation of supplies and began to control the Ministry of Magic layer by layer from above.

At this time, the temperature in the Ministry of Magic was still very high. Fortunately, Arthur and the wizards of Los Santos were well prepared. Their combat uniforms were all attached with a special spell to block high temperature. to protect yourself.

This device was added at the beginning of the design of the combat uniform. After all, their boss Mike is a master at using flame spells, which means that the combat environment they will be in in the future will most likely have ultra-high temperature characteristics.

Although the overall structure of the Ministry of Magic is somewhat like a building, in fact, the space inside it is very huge, and it looks a bit like an underground city.

A mere twenty Los Santos wizards plus Arthur and others want to control such a behemoth, which is absolutely impossible in normal times.

But things are different now.

Under Mike's flame attack, now the entire Ministry of Magic has almost become a dead place.

All the wizards of Los Santos have to do is to enter these floors full of debris and ashes, carefully search for possible survivors, and clean up the few corpses that still have complete shapes.

This is not a difficult task, but it is very disgusting. Mike believes that he is incapable of doing it. Only those elite Los Santos wizards who have been trained on the battlefield and have lost their ability to empathize will be concerned about this. This kind of work is indifferent.

On the other hand, Pakelow's life is not easy at the moment.

With the help of a man in black robe, Paike Luo gasped heavily and walked tremblingly towards the Department of Mysteries.

Now, although the injury in his body has been initially stabilized under the treatment of his subordinates, at this moment there are more serious problems being placed in front of them.

He was trapped in the Department of Mysteries with the Silence of the Department of Mysteries and the remaining Aurors in the Inquisition, with no escape.

And due to the influence of the previous Voldemort incident, the number of silent people is now greatly reduced, only occupying a small part of Paike Luo's troops.

This is a very bad thing, because to trigger the dangerous object contained in the door that can never be opened in the Department of Mysteries requires the precision operation of the silent man and the sacrifice of many lives.

In the case of insufficient numbers,

Not only could they not be able to draw out the power inside and use it for their own use, they might even be attacked.

And the Aurors who occupy the vast majority are generally not strong in combat.

You must know that the Tribunal has always been the pension department within the Ministry of Magic. The Aurors who can stick to the night shift are some old men with disabilities. It is absolutely foolish to expect these people to be able to fight.

But Pikeloh didn't expect them to stand up to stop Mike. For Pikeloh, the only function of their existence was to be eaten by the containment in the Department of Mysteries as a sacrifice, and then turned into power to attack Mike.

In fact, these are not big problems. There are fewer people when there are fewer people, and the combat effectiveness is weak when the combat power is weak. Anyway, the enemies are now afraid of invading because they are afraid of the power in the mysterious things. They have time to deal with the enemies.

But Chris's refusal to return made Pakelow instinctively feel a little uneasy.

You must know that although it is a cross-border teleportation, and the teleportation interface within the Ministry of Magic has been controlled by the enemy.

But with Chris' terrifying strength, if he wanted to come back, he would have already returned.

'Mr. Flint, he, shouldn't it be...'

Thinking of this, Paike shook his head quickly, throwing all these bad thoughts out of his head.

Then, he raised his head and stared at the gray-white light film above everyone's heads in a daze, his eyes filled with haze.

At the same time, Arthur and Franklin, who had completely controlled the Ministry of Magic, had also gathered at Mike's side at this moment.

Arthur held a silver sword in both hands that was emitting a soft glow to the surroundings and handed it to Mike.

Suddenly Mike's eyes filled with a smile.

This is exactly the holy sword that Mike was taken away by the Ministry of Magic. With it, Mike really has the possibility to kill Chris.

So far, half of their plan has been successful, and the remaining half is naturally to solve the enemy boss of Chris Flint.

Of course, the battleground with Chris was not within the Ministry of Magic.

Mike wasn't that stupid, and he chose to fight Chris in the Ministry of Magic, knowing that there was an unknown power stored in the Department of Mysteries.

If Chris and the remnants of the Ministry of Magic still hiding in the Department of Mysteries join forces, they will definitely suffer.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic is the core of the power of the entire wizarding world today, and Mike has no idea of ​​destroying it and changing the ruling place.

If the battlefield is really chosen here, then the battle between two legendary wizards is bound to turn this place into ruins, which is what Mike does not want to see.

After looking at everyone for a moment, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

He stretched out his hand and took out a teacup from the pocket of the Traceless Stretch Charm that he carried with him and placed it in the center of the arena. Then he said slowly to the crowd:

"Are you all ready?"

No one answered, but their firm eyes had already told Mike the answer.

Mike nodded again, and took the lead in urging the magic to reach out and touch the teacup on the ground.

...

Paris France.

In the fashion capital of the world, there is an extraordinary battle that can shock the jaws of witnesses at the moment.

Countless weirdos wearing fancy clothes, or wearing a pair of plush ears or a tail sticking out of their trousers are emerging from all corners of the city and rushing towards a young man with brown hair on the central street of the city.

Although they all looked like little bears who were wandering the streets to extort candy on Halloween, their attacks were fierce.

For example, those guys in fancy clothes can shoot colorful beams with small wooden sticks in their hands.

At first passers-by thought it was fireworks, but the facts later proved them wrong, and they were wrong.

Those lethality are comparable to bombs, and the stray bullets that escaped alone took away more than a dozen passers-by who were watching the play on the side.

And the stones thrown by giants, the bows and arrows shot in the air by harpies, the explosions made by goblins, the fangs and claws of vampires and werewolves...

All of this directly turns Central Avenue into a real battlefield.

It stands to reason that, being covered by such a powerful firepower, the besieged person should have been turned to ashes long ago.

But the opposite is true. 110 Literature

That brunette young man who was besieged by a lot of monsters is a monster far more perverted than those monsters!

In the face of the attack that attacked him like a hurricane, the brown-haired young man played it lightly.

I saw the wooden stick in his hand swaying again and again, and the air around him began to distort.

Immediately afterwards, all attacks directed at him became twisted and deformed in this twisted air.

Those colorful beams and arrows are better to say, after all, they can't hurt their original owners.

But the monsters responsible for melee attacks are out of luck.

Under the influence of that strange force, they were crushed into puddles of flesh before they could even scream.

This astonishing scene made the onlookers exclaim in amazement, and everyone felt that it was basically a suicide attack like a moth to a flame.

In fact, different from what the onlookers thought, although the brown-haired Chris looked like a god of war at the moment, he was very anxious.

He originally negotiated with the French Minister of Magic in the French Ministry of Magic on the transfer of the Auror troops.

The other party didn't dare to refuse his legendary wizard's request. In front of him, the old lady minister who was said to be the new one was as humble as a mudblood.

This reaction was exactly what Chris expected, so for the sake of the other party's acquaintance, Chris also gave up the idea of ​​wanting to do something in the French Ministry of Magic to show the other party's force.

But at the most critical moment in the negotiation, he received a message-the Ministry of Magic was attacked, and he should return quickly.

Chris, who received the news, was naturally anxious, and he was about to rush back to the country with the French Aurors who had just handed over command.

But from this moment on, things got magical.

First, countless non-human intelligent creatures appeared out of nowhere to attack him, and then even the French Aurors he took with him turned against the water and began to attack him, the temporary commander.

This gave Chris a huge headache.

Because although this group of guys is not strong, he can easily eliminate them, but the number of them is outrageous. No matter how he kills, there will always be more people pouring out from all directions to attack him without fear of death.

Under the efforts of those inhuman intelligent creatures and the French Aurors, the fact is that Chris has been dragged in France and has no ability to support the Ministry of Magic.

"what!"

A huge growl came from Chris's mouth.

Then a terrifying pressure wave formed around him and rippled around him.

Facing the special pressure wave formed by the extrusion of the air, everything around him turned into a pool of twisted and deformed wreckage, and even the pavement under his feet was greatly distorted.

With this pressure wave, Chris successfully cleared all enemies within 20 meters around him.

He stared at the non-human intelligent creatures that were rapidly gathering around him, his eyes had already turned scarlet.

Ever since he left the French Ministry of Magic, the brooch-shaped connector on his chest has been vibrating non-stop.

Chris didn't have to look to know that this must be Pakelow asking himself for help.

But now, that annoying vibration has stopped.

Chris wouldn't be naive to think that it was Pikelow's side that had dealt with the intruder.

The most likely reason why Pikeloh stopped sending messages for help is that the Ministry of Magic has been completely breached.

This made the anger in Chris's heart uncontrollably burst out.

"what!"

Another explosion came, and a pressure wave that was even bigger than before suddenly appeared, directly crushing the non-human intelligent creatures that had gathered again, and collapsing a nearby high-rise building along the way.

At this moment, Mike and the others, who had been sent here through the transnational door key, were looking at the scene on Chris' side from the rooftop of a building in the distance.

Franklin, Benjamin and others were all shocked after seeing the huge damage caused by Chris, and even Arthur, who was second only to Mac in the Freemasonry, was no exception.

But Mike chuckled and shook his head.

Compared with the country, France is a very open country. In a sense, the French wizards don't even pay as much attention to blood as the United States.

Just as the proud and elegant French people of later generations were gradually dyed from white to dark, so the wizards on this land of France have also been eroded by those foreign blood.

This change has both advantages and disadvantages. Later generations of France relied on a large number of foreign cheap labor to quickly complete the economic recovery after World War II. Today, the French wizarding world also relies on tolerance of other races to make itself the most dynamic wizarding country in the world.

In the eyes of high-level officials at the French Ministry of Magic, the deal was undoubtedly a bloodbath.

Otherwise, Beauxbatons would not be the headmaster of a half-giant half-blood witch, which is extremely absurd in other countries.

It is precisely because of its country's lack of attention to blood, or its openness, that France does not strictly restrict the entry of wizards and even non-human intelligent creatures from other countries like the current country.

As a result, those non-human intelligent creatures who were kept out of the country by the Ministry of Magic's border management department can easily enter the neighboring country of this country.

This is another main reason why Mike chose to fight in France rather than in the country.

Only here can Mike confidently use all his strength to deal with Chris!

Another important reason is that no matter how big a move Mike makes here, he doesn't need to bear the consequences himself.

As it is now, Chris and the army of inhuman beings are fighting in the heart of Paris, causing damage and Muggle sightings that can be said to be unimaginable.

But Mike doesn't have to be responsible for this at all, because no one dares to hold him and Chris two legendary wizards accountable. After all, this is still a world where strength is respected.

And in the end, the puddle of mud here still has to be wiped by the French Ministry of Magic itself.

Thinking of this, the expression on Mike's face gradually became solemn.

He looked at the non-human intelligent creatures who were not afraid of death in the distance and once again organized an attack that was no different from suicide, then turned his head and said to Arthur and the others behind him:

"Okay, it's our turn to play. Keep a safe distance, you know? You are all my best brothers, and I don't want you to fall before dawn."

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