Hogwarts Shippuden

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After a few seconds, Delixi reacted sluggishly.

"Ah!" He hugged his own fracture, which was burnt to black by the fierce fire, in great pain, "My hand!"

The surrounding Aurors saw the tragic situation of Delixi, and raised their wands at Kyle again, trying to take down Kyle and Xiaonan with tougher means.

No one noticed that the snow-white pieces of paper flying all over the sky were quietly mixed with some paper characters with the word "explosive" written on them.

The folded pieces of paper condensed Xiao Nan's upper body in the air.

She stared coldly at the surrounding Aurors, and as long as they dared to make a move, she would use the detonating talisman to send them to heaven.

"Stop!" Rufus Scrimgeour's voice came from afar, preventing the tragedy from happening.

After receiving a letter from the patron saint from Kings, Rufus Scrimgeour, who was originally staring at the stadium, rushed here at the speed of a 100-meter sprint.

Fortunately, he finally caught up.

Scrimgeour's boy shrank back when he saw the man surrounded by the Aurors in the center, but then he regained his composure.

Looking at the other party's appearance, things should not have reached the worst level, and there is still room for recovery.

Three steps and two steps were taken in front of Kyle, and Scrimgeour, who was able to bend and stretch, bowed slightly to Kyle.

"Sorry, Lord Grindelwald, they don't know your identity, so..."

It was difficult for Scrimgeour to keep his stance so low.

Scrimgeour had his reasons for doing so.

Some time ago, the International Wizarding Congress was held at the headquarters of the Magic Congress of the United States. As a result, Grindelwald led people to steal the house. Although this matter has not been made public, anyone in the magic world who has a little energy can find it.

Scrimgeour of course knew this too.

The fact that the anti-Grindelwald 18-way prince alliance was strangled in the cradle by Grindelwald before it was formed was only secondary.

More importantly, earlier today, Scrimgeour saw the names of Albus Dumbledore and Gellert Dumbledore on the visitor's register.

God tm Gellert Dumbledore.

If you change your surname, do you think others can't see it?

Both of Kyle's eldest fathers were in this camp, so Scrimgeour naturally chose to admit it.

Not to mention his little Auror office chief, even if the Minister of Magic came, he would have to admit it.

Kyle didn't want to listen to the other party's nonsense, and waved his hand to interrupt the other party's words, "Can we go to the camp now?"

"That's natural." Scrimgeour's attitude was extremely respectful.

This made many of his subordinates stunned.

Scrimgeour's external image has always been extremely tough. When has he put on such a low profile?

Even if the opponent was the son of Grindelwald, wouldn't Scrimgeour take such a pose?

That's right, it's not that many of them don't know Kyle.

When Kyle became the youngest recipient of the Merlin's Second Order Medal in the history of magic, and when his identity as the son of Grindelwald was exposed, the Daily Prophet used a huge amount of space to report Kyle's deeds.

The position of the front page of the newspaper is naturally indispensable for Kyle's photo.

Later, Grindelwald pushed the French Ministry of Magic, and stole the hometown of the Magic Congress of the United States, and continued to occupy the front page of the Daily Prophet for a long time.

Coupled with Kyle's iconic different children inherited from Grindelwald, there are almost few people in the magic world who don't know Kyle.

However, due to the daily habit of bragging about the Daily Prophet, most of them, except for the group of Aurors who had faced Kyle directly in the Hogwarts Auditorium, other people would not feel that Kyle was a ten-year-old. How powerful a young boy can be.

They all thought that Kyle was blown so mysteriously because Grindelwald was supporting him.

So, when Grindelwald wasn't there, they were sick.

Knowing that this is the son of Grindelwald, he is like a fool who doesn't know what workarounds are. He will only obey Fudge's death order and conduct a body search on the little devil and his female companion. .

Isn't this courting death?

Kyle took Xiao Nan a few steps away, and then stopped.

He pointed back at the Ministry employee whose shoes and trousers had been burned, the same guy who tried to frisk them in the first place.

"That person, fire him."

Just because the magic he cast was a little tougher, Li Huo burned a hand.

This person is even more outrageous than Delixi, so why not let him suffer a little bit and wait for the New Year?

For Kyle's proposal, Scrimgeour naturally did not dare not to obey, and agreed without hesitation, even if he was not the direct leader of the wizard.

Who would dare not obey the little devil's proposal?

I asked the two old demon kings entrenched in the camp first.

Watching Kyle and Xiao Nan pass through the desolate swamp and disappear into the thick fog, Scrimgeour took a long breath.

Sending away this little plague god, plus the two old monsters in the camp, as long as no one is crazy enough to provoke the family of three, even if the black witch Afu is resurrected and calls at the door, it will not affect this. The second Quidditch World Cup was successfully held.

After walking in the white fog for about twenty minutes, the two walked out of the fog.

Kyle's sight suddenly opened up, and a small stone house next to the gate emerged.

Behind the stone house were hundreds of grotesque tents, which climbed the gentle slopes of a large field that stretched out to a dark wood on the horizon.

Kyle saw the tent belonging to their home at a glance, at the top of the gentle slope, the largest and most conspicuous.

Passing through the gate of the camp, Kyle passed between two long rows of tents.

Most of the tents looked almost nothing special, at least normal when compared to the hot-eyed wizards in the camp who imitated Muggles.

Apparently their owners took great pains to make them look like Muggle tents as much as possible, and of course some people added a little decoration to their own tents, but it wasn't too outrageous.

Except for the tent in the center of the camp that looked like Malfoy's house.

It used a lot of striped silk very extravagantly, it was like a small palace, and there were a few live peacocks tied to the entrance.

Kyle glanced at the peacocks, and the long-term pampering did not make them too fat.

It seems that the old peacock of Lucius has a lot of house-elves in his family with these peacocks to exercise.

This kind of peacock is fat and thin, and the meat is very delicious.

Kyle raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth. Fortunately, it wasn't wet.

Now that the sun is shining brightly, it is not suitable for hands-on work, so let's talk about this kind of thing at night.