The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

France.

In a farm on the outskirts of Toulouse.

A girl about thirteen or fourteen years old was holding a wand and continuously firing disarming spells at the glass bottles that served as targets on a wooden stand not far away.

The continuous release of magic obviously put a lot of burden on the girl.

In addition, the temperature has increased in the afternoon.

So under the sunshine, the girl's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

Not far from her, No. 1 and Norton were quietly watching the girl's practice.

"What's the point of you doing this?"

Seeing No. 1 nodding in satisfaction, Norton said with some puzzlement, "Although this kid has talent under the blessing of 'blood', it is too late after all, and there is no way to form combat power in a short time. of."

No. 1 said without looking back:

"So what? Sometimes we can't do things from a utilitarian perspective. After all, we are human beings, not machines. It is true that, as you said, this child's talent is not enough for her to appreciate us. How much help does the cause offer.

But at least, her smile is cute, isn't it? "

The voice of No. 1 is gentle and warm, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

However, when Norton heard the words, a serious look rose on his face.

He quickly walked a few steps to block in front of No. 1 and said word by word:

"I hope you can understand that she is not our mother!"

No. 1's sight was forced to shift to Norton.

The two looked at each other quietly, and after a long time, No. 1 sighed and said:

"I think you misunderstood. However, that's okay, since you've said that, let's talk about some serious business. The ongoing mediation meeting at the International Federation of Wizards should have a preliminary result, right? "

As soon as No. 1 finished speaking, a wizard completely covered in black robes appeared beside the two of them out of thin air.

He held a roll of parchment with both hands respectfully.

No. 1 took the parchment and threw it to Norton after only a few glances:

"They failed, and they failed completely. It looks like you have to die."

Norton was not even interested in glancing at the parchment, and said directly:

"This has long been in my expectation. How could those idiots from the French Ministry of Magic be the opponents of Link Foley and Dumbledore. It's normal to lose, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. According to the time estimate, this should only be the meeting on the first day, and the meeting lasted less than two hours, right?"

"The group of old antiques from the International Federation of Wizards are also idiots. Probably in their view, the power possessed by the French Ministry of Magic is not in the same dimension as the Chinese Ministry of Magic, right? They are biased towards the Chinese Ministry of Magic, Xiang Lin It's right for C. Foley to show his favor, and a weak country has no diplomacy, so the scene is just a little ugly."

"Indeed, it's understandable, but what interests me more is, what are you going to do next?"

"As I said just now, you should die."

"No problem, I should have died long ago, but I don't want any more casualties among the teachers and students of Beauxbatons.

They have shed enough blood for our cause. "

"I can assure you that I will not force or induce them to die. As for whether they will get too excited and throw themselves into the fire, this should be your job to deal with."

"Thank you, your guarantee is enough."

Norton sighed for a long time, and the originally tense muscles gradually relaxed at this moment. The heart that he had been hanging on for a long time can finally let go.

At the same time, the black-robed wizard who came to deliver the letter to No. 1 took out a bottle of potion and drank it without hesitation.

His figure gradually became distorted, and finally, turned into the appearance of Norton.

"Do I look like that?"

A hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the black robe 'Norton'.

True Norton rubbed his chin, looked at him for a long time before nodded and said:

"It doesn't look like a big problem on the outside, but the voice and manner are a bit strange. Don't talk or delay when you act later, just do things directly."

The black-robed 'Norton' nodded, pressed the port key in his hand and disappeared instantly.

"Okay, I should go too."

Real Norton said to No. 1, "If you don't go back, those students will go crazy again."

"Are you going to go back as Norton?"

"Of course not. This time I will become Norton's son, that is, Norton Jr., to take over the old Norton's position in Beauxbatons. This will make my power and prestige decline, but in the eyes of 'Old Norton' In terms of face, there shouldn't be too much of a problem."

"You can handle it yourself, I'm just asking casually."

"No one dares to lie to you, at least I dare not, so I think it's better to tell you clearly. Using the identity of Little Norton is purely because I am used to the name Norton and don't want to change it. You know, change My identity is more harmful to my spirit. After all, my soul is incomplete, and I am prone to a disease. What is that disease called? Oh, yes, schizophrenia..."

Number 1 did not respond to Norton's thoughts.

In his mind, this was entirely a sign of Norton's over-excitement after hearing that he would no longer attack Beauxbatons.

Of course, the more important reason is that.

The girl not far away has finished her training and is running towards this side.

The sun shone on her long black hair, exuding a soft halo, which also made the smiling and trotting girl look like an angel.

Watching this scene, the corner of No. 1's mouth also outlined an imperceptible smile.

"It's a waste of you to use 'blood' on her. She doesn't have the talent to fight. At least she really doesn't have any talent in shooting accuracy. Have you noticed that the ten targets just now, she But it took nearly 30 disarming spells to hit all of them, with Beauxbatons at this level, it would be very difficult to get an excellent result in the OWL Charms Practical Exam."

Norton's slightly mocking voice sounded again.

The smile on the corner of No. 1's mouth disappeared instantly when he heard the words, and he suddenly turned his head to look at where Norton was, but Norton disappeared under the blessing of the apparition spell the moment he finished speaking.

This made No. 1 tightly pursed his lips.

The girl not far away obviously also heard what Norton said just now, and her footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, master, I have embarrassed you, I am useless."

The girl lowered her head, sobbing with red eyes.

"No, it's not your fault." No. 1 also put on a warm smile on his face again, "Your level is already good, and that fellow Norton is purely slandering you."

"But Professor Norton is the acting principal of Beauxbatons. He should be the best professor in the world, right?"

"The best professor? Just him? Ha! My good boy, I am so relieved that you can tell jokes to make me happy. But you really don't need to take his words to heart, because Norton, he is just a A third-rate professor has no teaching ability at all."

"Really?"

"Of course it is true. You know, when Norton was young, he went to Hogwarts to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Can you guess how the headmaster of Hogwarts replied to him?"

"That must be a warm welcome. After all, Professor Norton is so kind and powerful."

"On the contrary, the principal rejected him. And although his words were tactful, his attitude was very firm!"

"Why? Professor Norton is so outstanding!"

"Of course it's because the headmaster...he's scared! More precisely, it's them, they're all scared to death! Scared of Norton! Hahahaha!"

Number 1 was talking, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Under the girl's puzzled gaze, he laughed so madly that... tears kept falling.

at the same time.

Inside the hall of the French Ministry of Magic.

The flow of people is constantly flowing from the passages at the entrances of each division to the central hall, and then passes through the automatic checkpoint at the end of the hall to divert them to various departments.

This is a personnel flow system that is far more efficient than that of the Ministry of Magic.

It is also this kind of structure that makes the flow of people in the entire hall even in the afternoon, far exceeding the rush hour when the Ministry of Magic has the highest flow of people.

It's just the norm for the French Ministry of Magic.

Thanks to the complete and flourishing commercial system of Lionheart Street, the French Ministry of Magic will never lack businessmen who want to apply for commercial activities, as well as tourists from various countries who come to apply for visa procedures and want to visit the French magic world .

Norton in the black robe suddenly appeared in a small teleportation channel of the French Ministry of Magic.

This is a special transmission channel exclusively for Portkeys.

Therefore, the flow of people is less than other channels, but it is still permanently unbearable.

Norton in the black robe was rushed to the central hall of the French Ministry of Magic under the crowd.

Here, his hooded look doesn't attract much attention.

As a culturally open France, there are many people with more exotic clothes than him.

Even in a formal and serious occasion like the French Ministry of Magic.

On the contrary, it was after he took the initiative to stop the pace that he attracted everyone's attention.

The flow of people in the central hall is really too big.

This place is like a crowded highway, and every 'car' must strictly abide by the traffic order to ensure the smooth and efficient passage.

And the sudden stop of the black-robed Norton at this moment is obviously a violation.

This can cause road congestion.

Sure enough, after a while, many people around who had to slow down because of the black robe Norton cast angry glances at him.

A small number of tempered ones even started yelling and cursing.

I believe that if the hall wasn't too crowded, they would have rushed over to hit the black-robed Norton a few times to let him know the importance of obeying traffic regulations.

However, in the face of so much malice and dissatisfaction, the black robe Norton didn't care.

He stood firmly like a lighthouse in the waves of the crowd, raised his head slightly, and stared at the constellation patterns drawn on the ceiling of the dome, and the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic hanging a little further away.

The Valley Strike\u003c/span\u003e is different from other Ministry of Magic emblems.

The coat of arms of the French Ministry of Magic has a different kind of beauty.

It uses the famous French tricolor as the base color, together with iconic patterns such as cockades and Phrygian hats, together form a beautiful scene - from a little distance, it seems that there is a beautiful girl watching French tricolor flag.

This pattern represents the meaning of freedom, equality and fraternity.

This is also the idea that the French Ministry of Magic was founded on at the beginning.

Staring at the badge, Norton in the black robe sighed deeply, and then took off the hood that was used to hide his face.

The next moment, the scolding, complaining and dissatisfaction surrounding him disappeared instantly.

Everyone stared blankly at his exposed face.

"Professor Norton? Is that you?"

"You must be right? Professor Norton! It's great to see you here!"

"Oh! Merlin! Please forgive me, I just insulted a hero, I really deserve to die!"

"Professor Norton, my child is studying at Beauxbatons! How is he doing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Professor Norton, come here and take my place, there are few people in front of me!"

...

The crowd is raging!

Everyone is trying to get closer to Norton.

It was as if there was a holy light around Norton, and the closer people were to Norton, the more they could be bathed in this holy light and enjoy the great glory.

In fact it is true.

Although Norton's previous revenge plan against Gringotts and Hogwarts failed, this did not prevent French wizards from respecting others.

From the perspective of French wizards, Norton is a real hero!

In the face of such favors, Norton in the black robe could only smile and nod incessantly.

In the end, he was quickly pushed to the front of the team by the raging and enthusiastic crowd.

The few people who were originally at the top of the queue scrambled to give up their positions, wanting to let Norton go first.

During the whole process, no one objected, no one complained, and no one asked Norton why he came here.

Everyone just looked at Norton with eager eyes, even the receptionist sitting near the checkpoint and the batterers on patrol stood up straight and looked respectfully at Norton in the black robe.

It stands to reason that in such an atmosphere, Norton, as a hero, should start speaking.

This is what everyone hopes for.

They are eager to hear the voice of the hero Norton, even if it is just a meaningless ramble.

This can revitalize their sad and depressed mood.

Norton clearly heard the voices of those around him.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to speak.

But in the end, as if he remembered something, he closed his mouth again.

Norton in the black robe smiled apologetically at everyone, then took out his magic wand, using the wand as the pen and magic power as the ink, he began to draw in the air:

I'm guilty

i will be punished

Give back my blood and bones to the land that raised me

But the French wizarding world is not guilty

Beauxbaton not guilty

please don't punish them

all the sins are on me

...

Under the control of the black robe Norton, the glowing words gradually lifted into the air and enlarged, and finally hung under the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic, projecting into everyone's eyes.

And just as everyone was looking at that paragraph of text, puzzled.

Norton in the black robe smiled and pressed the tip of his staff against his chin.

boom--

The red light suddenly appeared!

The head of the black-robed Norton exploded instantly.

Red and white liquid splashed all over the surrounding people.

Also spattered onto the coat of arms of the French Ministry of Magic.

The liquid dripped down the girl's cheek on the badge, like a tear of blood!

And as the headless body of Norton in the black robe fell down, the crowd once again became a sensation.

Screams and cries filled the hall.

The people who were splashed with plasma desperately wanted to escape, but the crowd outside frantically wanted to move towards the direction where the black-robed Norton's body was.

Under the pressure of the two parties, many were directly submerged in the turbulent crowd.

Stampede tragedy is about to be staged.

"Stop it all!"

Suddenly, a fierce shout like a dragon's roar resounded.

The chaotic crowd didn't know if they were frightened, but they fell silent miraculously, and looked at the place where the sound sounded in bewilderment.

It was three Aurors in uniform.

They looked young, like fresh out of Beauxbatons.

"Professor Norton, he died for us!"

The boy in the middle roared with red eyes, "The mediation meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards, we have failed! Those despicable bastards from the Ministry of Magic, they want us to hand over Professor Norton, they want us to Lose our dignity!

wake up! Everyone!

Our ministers, our officials, are simply unreliable!

What they protect is only their own interests!

They are colluding with the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards, and have already sold our lives, dignity and wealth, together with Professor Norton!

In their view, we are just a group of animals who take what they can!

What a sad fate!

What a dirty world!

I, never come again! "

The crowd in the hall watched the three young Aurors silently.

Many people's hearts are full of doubts.

Because in all honesty, people have feelings for the French Ministry of Magic.

For so many years, the wizards living in this land have been receiving protection from the French Ministry of Magic.

Generally speaking, although the minister and the group of officials have poor personal morals, the work is still being completed.

Not to mention that the French Ministry of Magic is still becoming more and more prosperous under their leadership.

So when many people hear these words, their first reaction is to question them.

It's a pity that their questioning voices never had the chance to speak to the three young Aurors again.

Because at the next moment, the three young Aurors also pressed their wands against their chins.

"Don't, kids, don't..."

An old woman screamed and squeezed towards the checkpoint. She waved her arms vigorously, as if trying to stop all this.

But what responded to her was the bright smiles on the faces of the young Aurors, and three explosions in succession.

Another three headless corpses fell down.

But that's just the beginning.

The receptionist at the checkpoint, the striker on the patrol...

Almost all employees of the French Ministry of Magic at the scene raised their wands.

Boom boom boom...

The bloody smell in the hall gradually became stronger.

Warm black and red blood spread from under the dozens of corpses.

Stained red the clean floor of the French Ministry of Magic hall.

It also stained the eyes of everyone in the hall red.

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