Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

This time, a square group appeared, and the main body was normal wizards.

Four people formed a group, and twenty groups formed a square.

A total of 800 people, arranged in ten squares in front and back, moving like a super ruler.

The members of the wizard army wore black vertical collared windbreakers, and the purple tassels fluttered in the wind.

They all held their staffs diagonally downward and stepped on dragon leather boots.

The leather holsters on their waists flashed with rich magic auras, and I don’t know how many standard alchemical equipments for killing people were installed.

These wizard army members.

The same eyes were straight and bright.

The same steps were consistent and uniform.

The individual momentum of the black wizard army was not as good as that of the werewolves on the surface, not to mention that after Carol’s devil training, they also had good group cooperation.

The number alone was absolutely huge.

The number of 800 well-trained troops may not be very impressive in the Muggle world.

But it is quite different in the magic world, after all, the total population of many magic countries may not be so large.

In general, the Ministry of Magic can call itself a powerful country if it has dozens of elite Aurors.

The International Federation of Wizards can mobilize only a few hundred Aurors from various countries at most.

In this comparison, you can imagine how huge the wizard army of 800 is in the magic world.

If it is equipped with rigorous training and sophisticated equipment, then this wizard phalanx is simply a real weapon of war.

Although the wizard phalanx is majestic, it does not have so many concerns about werewolves after all.

All ordinary wizards looked up at the phalanx that marched past them, and talked enthusiastically.

"Wow, it turns out that the wizard team can be so powerful!"

"So cool, I will also sign up in the future."

"Oh! Is Britain going to start a war? Why recruit so many Aurors?"

"..."

Even civilian wizards can see that something is wrong, let alone the representatives of various countries on the viewing platform.

Candice Picquery turned around and asked Dumbledore in a bad tone without waiting for the wizard team to pass by the stage.

"Dumbledore, the world situation is very stable now. Are there more Aurors in the UK?"

Alosha couldn't tell her emotions and was still smiling, but she also sat up straight.

Several ministers of major countries nearby also looked at Dumbledore together, waiting for him to give an explanation.

Dumbledore blinked, and then pointed at Fudge, who had been treated as a little transparent beside him.

"I am just a centenarian. Managing the association's affairs has made me older.

Besides, Mr. Cornelius is the British minister."

Fudge had actually been trying to show his presence before, but these ministers ignored him.

After all, his title as a puppet was no secret in a certain small circle of power.

So Fudge had to focus on the military parade, and he was looking forward to the adults sending troops as soon as possible.

Let this mighty army break the spine of those self-righteous people.

Hearing Dumbledore mention him, Fudge was stunned for a moment, and then he showed his style and started talking nonsense seriously.

"The internal affairs of the British Ministry of Magic cannot be criticized by outsiders.

However, since you are all British guests, I will explain that our finances are very rich and we can afford so many Aurors.

And who said the world situation is good?

Not to mention that Albania is still waiting for us to hold a meeting to discuss a solution, some disputes in our British mainland also need strong military support.

The Dark Lord Voldemort has returned and is secretly recruiting troops and horses, and he may start a war at any time.

In order to provide sufficient security for British wizard citizens, I, as a minister, must of course fulfill my duties!"

His well-reasoned words choked several ministers such as Candice Picquery and speechless.

Dumbledore watched with relish and sighed in his heart.

Fudge said he was a puppet, but Shaw only centralized power but did not take it.

Fudge was still able to make his words count in that small piece of land, and he was trained and improved a lot compared to before.

They were no longer arrogant to those below them, fawning to those above them, and heartbroken when Voldemort's name was mentioned.

Seeing the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Dumbledore was about to speak to smooth things over when a thunderous roar from below drew everyone's attention back to the parade.

The ten square formations had already arrived below the viewing platform.

The 800 black-clad wizards raised their right hands holding their staffs at an angle, staring at Shaw on the podium with fanatical eyes, and shouted loudly.

"Long live the chief!"

"Long live the chief!!"

"Long live the chief!!"

In the cold wind, the white mist spewed out by the eight hundred people was like a cloud sword, with an exciting wave of voices, rushing towards the sky in waves, shaking the clouds.Surge.

I don't know since when, under the unintentional promotion of Percy, Alice and the newly graduated young officers of Hogwarts.

Especially in the combat troops, it is popular to call the leader Shoreb Black the chief to show closeness.

On the podium, Shor did not expect to hear this familiar honorific in such an occasion.

Some time and space confusion for some reason.

After he came to the magic world, the first power he grabbed was the chief of the Serpentine Court!

This honorific has a special meaning to him.

Shor could not control himself for a while, and his blood was so hot that he suddenly pulled out his wand and pointed it at the sky.

The huge purple light column penetrated the sky and made a hole one mile long.

Then the light column began to swing a circle of magnificent purple light ripples, and in just three or five seconds, the dark clouds covering half of the sky were driven away.

The sky was clear and the air was bright.

The whole Hogsmeade was also covered with the first bright warm sun of winter.

The whole street was instantly quiet, and everyone was shocked by Shaw's huge spell.

Then, in addition to the 800 black-clad wizards, tens of thousands of wizard spectators also cheered together.

"Long live the chief!"

"Long live the chief!!!!"

A sense of popular support permeated the street, and the pride of being honored was on the face of every British wizard.

In contrast, those foreign wizards were envious.

Some time ago, they felt the stability, prosperity, freedom and abundance of Britain.

Today, they saw that Britain still has such a young and powerful leader and that invincible army.

How can people not be envious?

There are naturally people who hate and fear.

Representatives of various countries on the viewing platform.

The ministers of small countries were sweating coldly, but their eyes were rolling around, staring at the figure on the podium that was the focus of everyone's attention.

The faces of the ministers of big countries were also uncertain, and they all slowly came back to their senses.

Understand why Dumbledore delayed the conference and changed the venue to Britain!

In the crowd, a cloaked man holding a baby gnashed his teeth in anger.

And a low and hoarse voice came from the baby covered by black gauze in his arms.

"My loyal servant, be angry as much as you can. We are like suppressed volcanoes. The anger in the future will be like an erupting volcano. Endless lava will destroy everything Black has!"