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"Oh! Damn! Phantom is not good, did the key and flying road fans be invalid?!"

Batty Crouch patted the desktop of the booth angrily, with a trace of disturbance in his voice.

The staff on the side was full of dust and answered in frustration.

"Someone tried it! Just now Director Sx Jie took someone to try it in person, but it was all impossible!"

Crouch heard his words, his face was gloomy.

His eyes moved away from the staff's face, and quickly glanced at the magic ministry staff around him.

At this time, Ao Luo, who was trained, looked exhausted at this time, and even a little desperate.

One -third of people have become those weird golden sculptures -they are standing in the exhibition hall at this time, holding various weapons to kill everywhere.

The rest is mostly scarred and numb.

In order to maintain order and the attack of gold sculptures, nearly half of the people had sacrificed.

Now, there are only about fifteen people who can stand.

Crouch took a deep breath and worked hard to calm himself, but his tight fist betrayed his inner anxiety.

His eyes fell on the main platform of the exhibition hall -where the leaders of the Ministry of Magic should have stood.

"What about Sklinjie? What about Fuji?"

Crouch asked coldly, his voice was very low.

The staff shook his head, and his voice was helpless.

"Director Sklin Jie ... disappeared just now. No one knows where he went."

"Minister, we only found his wand ..."

The man dare not say anymore.

Hearing this, Crouch's face was even more ugly.

He realized that in this exhibition, the highest official position was him -the director of the International Magic Cooperation Department.

He clenched his wand and was cold in his heart.

The situation has been completely out of control, and he has become the only senior official who can still stand in this exhibition.

Seeing all this, Crouch couldn't help wiping his face, and his fatigue and annoyance overflowed with his face.

He murmured in a low voice.

"This is definitely my loss ..."

Although he is now just a marginal director of international activities.

But after all, he was the director of the Legal Executive Division of the Black Devil's period and handled countless tricky black wizard cases.

Nowadays, there is no preparation in this situation in front of me, it is too failed.

The sound of gunfire in his ears was like a thunder, and he was upset.

Crouch took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.

He knew that they could not even use the most basic magic now, not to mention what busy helping in the battle.

He poked his head carefully and looked out of the booth.

The scene in front of me is like a chaotic nightmare.

The countless Dhello was crazy to launch a close -up fighting with the golden sculpture. Each avatar waved a dagger, with a rapid movement, like a beast that was not tired.

However, the firepower of the golden sculptures occupied an absolute upper hand, and the guns in their hands continued to shoot, and they fell one by one and turned into nothingness.

Nevertheless, the gold sculptures are not unscathed.

Dhello's avatar is like a tide that never stops. Each time you can go, you can take away one or two gold sculptures, or let their movements slow down.

Seeing this scene, Crouch couldn't help wiping a cold sweat on his forehead, and his heart was mixed.

He stared at the crazy battles of the Dhello avatars and murmured himself.

"His -this kid ... really a monster."

He swallowed, and his voice was almost invisible.

"To some extent, I think he is more dangerous than those gold sculptures."

Crouch leaned back to the exhibition position, leaning against the wall, and sighed weakly.

"Unfortunately, I can't help help now ..."

From behind the rapid footsteps, a familiar sound sounded.

"Chief of Crusch!"

Crouch turned his head violently and saw Totkes coming quickly, and the dust on her body showed that she had just done a lot of things.

"Director of the director, we can't sit like this again! I can't watch my friends waiting for death one by one! What must be done!"

Tangks was firm, with a hint of anger and pleasure in his voice.

Crouch's face sank, his brows were locked, and a depressed anger in his tone.

"What to do?! Look outside! We can't even use magic now. Isn't it to be died when you rushing out?"

"But I can still be deformed! Also -although the magic wand cannot be spell, it can still be used as a weapon! And can be used by alchemy items!"

Tangks hurriedly explained that the speed of speech was fast, as if fighting for the last chance.

Crouch heard the words, his eyes brightened slightly.

"Alchemy items ..."

He slowly pulled out his wand and his eyes became deep.

He put the wand close to the wall and stroked it hard.

Mars jumped out of the wall and made a "scoop".

Crouch frowned slightly, and a trace of thought flashed in his eyes.

"Um ... maybe there is a way ... wait a minute!"

He suddenly raised his head and looked around, but found that Tangks had disappeared.

"What about Tangks?"

Crouch asked the staff beside him eagerly.

A staff member pointed to the battlefield helplessly.

"She just became a golden sculpture, mixed in ..."

Crouch followed the pointing and saw that Tonks had disguised himself as a golden eagle, nimbly shuttled through the chaotic battlefield, quickly disappeared into the crowd, and was never seen again.

"This guy!"

Crouch was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed in a low voice through gritted teeth.

"They are exactly the same as that lunatic Moody!"

Crouch took a deep breath and tried to sound calmer, but there was still anxiety in his eyes.

He turned his head sharply to look at a short, fat wizard beside him.

"Dave! I remember that you got an O in the alchemy test, and you were specially recommended to the ministry because of this, right? Since alchemy can still be used, you should quickly think of a way to see if you can do anything to solve it. The current situation!”

Dave, who was called, raised his head, the expression on his face was even more complicated than Crouch's, full of helplessness and fear.

He pushed up his glasses that slid to the tip of his nose and stammered in reply.

"Director, this...alchemy can't just change! I'm not a master of alchemy. I have no materials and no time. How do you want me to create a miracle?"

Crouch was about to yell angrily, but was interrupted by a deafening explosion.

"Bang!"

Something exploded violently in the center of the exhibition hall, causing the entire ground to tremble.

Crouch and others instinctively hunched over, shielding their heads and trying to hide behind the cover of the booth.

"What's going on?!"

Crouch couldn't help roaring, his voice rising a little higher due to nervousness.

Before he finished speaking, a figure flew over from the direction of the explosion and fell heavily like a rag in the center of the booth where they were hiding.

"Oh my God!"

Dave shrank back in fear and almost dropped the wand in his hand.

Crouch frowned and looked, only to see the figure moving slowly and struggling to turn over.

Only then did he recognize that the person who came was a clone of Devereux.

"Damn it, it's Devereux...another doppelgänger."

Crouch cursed under his breath, but his eyes were quickly caught by the clone's state.

The clone's chest was blown to pieces with blood and flesh, and the scales covering it had been completely broken, revealing scorched black marks.

The clone raised his head and grinned with difficulty, his voice weak but with a hint of cynicism.

"Tsk...cannonballs? Isn't this a bit too outrageous...my alchemy leather armor...can't even bear it..."

Before he finished speaking, his body began to mist rapidly, like smoke blown away by the wind. It completely disappeared after a few seconds, leaving only a faint fishy smell and a dead silence.

Crouch raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, trying to calm down, then raised his head and said to Dave through gritted teeth.

"They can make such strong leather armor and mass-produce it! Why can't you? A senior employee of the Ministry of Magic who has an O in alchemy can't even do this?"

Dave had just been frightened by the explosion. When he heard this, his face fell even more, and he defended in a low voice like a cat whose neck was held down.

"Director, what you said is true...they can even mass-produce people, how can I compare? At my level, I can turn you into a teapot if I die."

After hearing this, Crouch's eyes darkened and his tone instantly became cold.

"It doesn't matter if you're not capable enough, but you still dare to contradict your boss? Do you think it's time for afternoon tea now?"

(Sorry guys, I have a lot of things to pack when I return home today, so the update is a little late.)

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