The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

"First... sir."

Old Harris said tremblingly.

Hearing that the face of the corpse on the opposite side finally had a smile.

He blinked his eyes and regarded it as a nod, then said:

"Then let's get to the point. Mr. Harris, I heard that you are planning to send troops to attack the French Ministry of Magic, is that true?"

"This... This is completely nonsense! I am... going to attack the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China, and this is what the French Minister of Magic asked me to do! None of this has much to do with me, I Just want to maintain the law of secrecy, that is my job, and the basis of peace in the entire wizarding world."

Old Harris said in a panic.

At this moment, his heart was beating so fast that he felt a strong sense of dizziness.

He really didn't understand how the guy on the opposite side who called himself 'Sir' knew that he was going to attack the French Ministry of Magic. None of the combat wizards in Sky City who were preparing to go out knew about it!

"You are doing it wrong."

'Sir' said softly, "War is the highest form and the most violent means of contradictory struggle. At the same time, it is also the natural enemy of mankind and the most despicable root of inferiority. It is wrong to start a war for any reason. You have Have you ever thought about how many lives will be lost in the war you launched because of such a small profit? I guess you have never thought about it. After all, in your opinion, those lives are not your kind. There is essentially no difference between pigs."

"Yes! You are right! I am a pig!"

"Hey! Mr. Harris! You really let me down. I never thought that the elders of the International Federation of Wizards who maintain the entire operation would be such an incompetent and shameless existence like you."

"Please, sir! Just tell me what you want me to do! I'll do anything, anything if you keep me alive, really!"

Old Harris wailed.

He has broken down.

The fear that this guy who called himself 'Sir' in front of him gave him was something he had never experienced in his life.

If possible, at this moment, he really wanted the other party to give him a straightforward execution, instead of humiliating him continuously like now.

It's a pity that under the influence of fear, his body is instinctively groveling, unable to speak such hard words.

And Wen Yan's smile on the face of 'Mr.' became even brighter.

He slightly propped up his gradually stiff body, as if he wanted to make the final judgment on Harris.

But at this moment, the curtain behind him was suddenly pulled open.

The disheveled Iyeta raised her wand silently, and then a green light suddenly appeared!

Avada Kedavra!

boom--

The emerald green plasma directly blasted a big hole in the body of 'Mr'.

This scene frightened the old Harris so that he leaned his back against the corner and kicked his legs again and again, his heart was full of shock and anger.

He didn't understand why Iyeta would do that.

Since the guy on the opposite side calling himself 'Mr.' can sneak into the secret room in front of him without a sound, it means that the other party has the ability to kill them easily!

Against such an enemy, surrender is the only viable option.

But now, Iyeta chose to resist?

What's the point of this besides irritating the other party?

What an incompetent woman!

She will kill everyone!

Old Harris cursed angrily in his heart, but unfortunately, Iyeta didn't care about him at all.

At this moment, her face was full of ferocity, and she kept waving her magic wand while roaring, like crazy.

It wasn't until the last trace of magic power in his body was exhausted that he put his hands on his knees and kept panting heavily.

At this time, the body of 'Mr.' had been completely blasted into a pile of indescribable coke.

Seeing this, Iyeta's sweaty face finally felt a little refreshed.

As one of the successors of the elders of the International Federation of Wizards, her strength is not weak at all, and she has no taboos when learning magic, whether it is black magic or taboo rituals, she does everything right.

And just now, she used no less than five rounds of black magic with curse characteristics similar to the Killing Curse on that guy called 'Mr.

Having encountered such a round of attacks, that 'Mr.' should have been wiped out both physically and spiritually!

Of course, that's just the 'Mr.' who entered this secret room.

The body of that 'Mr.' should still be somewhere.

But it doesn't matter, just pull the alarm to put the whole sky city on alert.

At that time, so what if the 'Mr.' is stronger?

There are nearly 100,000 wizards in Sky City!

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Thinking of this, Iyeta laughed out loud.

She laughed so hard that tears fell down her cheeks.

Suddenly, a coat was draped over her bare back.

The furry touch made Iyeta wake up suddenly, jumped out like a frightened beast, and pointed her wand behind her.

The person who appeared behind her was old Harris.

He didn't know when he had stood up, still holding his overcoat in his hand, and his face seemed a little embarrassed.

A trace of disgust flashed from Iyeta's eyes.

But that was only for a moment.

Even though she hated the old Harris, Iyeta still did not forget her ideal.

She quickly adjusted her facial muscles to create a flattering and coquettish look.

Next, she was going to comfort the old Harris well. In this way, the other party should be more dependent on her, and she would be closer to the position of elder she yearned for.

But before she could speak, Old Harris took two steps forward, put his coat on her body and said:

"You are a brave man, boy, you are much stronger than our dear Elder Harris. In the face of danger, you at least have the courage to draw your sword, which is commendable!"

The charming smile on Iyeta's face froze completely.

Because she discovered that the voice that came out of old Harris' mouth was still that of 'Sir'.

Large areas of goosebumps emerged from Iyeta's body.

She trembled and wanted to back away, but her body was stiff and unable to move.

'Sir' did not embarrass Iyeta.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and a huge screen emerged from the wall, and images began to appear slowly.

This scene made Iyeta tremble even more.

Because all the facilities in this secret room are set to be controlled only by the highest authority of the International Federation of Wizards.

Without the presence of old Harris in person to assist in the authorization, even Iyeta would not be able to control it.

Right now, 'Sir' is controlling all of this like his fingers.

This means that as long as "Mister" wants to, he can also control all the forces in the entire Sky City, and even replace the old Harris, the elder, to command the military power of Sky City!

But what made Iyeta even more frightened was yet to come.

What appeared on the huge screen turned out to be the picture of the teleportation hall of the International Federation of Wizards.

This teleportation hall can be said to be the most important facility in the entire Sky City. The space teleportation device in it is updated several times every year with the advancement of technology. It can be said that 40% of the annual donations paid by the Ministry of Magic of various countries are used in over here.

This also directly led to the fact that the entire teleportation hall is not only huge in scale, but also decorated with artistic and sci-fi attributes, like a future world.

And the overall effectiveness is amazing.

If you want, it can even accommodate tens of thousands of people at a time and teleport to any location in the world. It can be said that it was the strongest teleportation hall at that time.

Old Harris' original plan was to directly transfer troops into the French Ministry of Magic through this teleportation hall.

For this reason, he also gathered all the battle wizards in the teleportation hall in advance.

However, now, the original neat and majestic formation of battle wizards has disappeared, replaced by countless corpses lying on the ground.

A large amount of blood flowed out from under them, dyeing the pure white ground black and red.

And hundreds of men in black robes just stepped on the blood plasma all over the ground, searching back and forth for the survivors who were still alive to make up the knife.

A person in the center of the black-robed people seemed to be aware of the prying eyes, glanced at the 'Mr.' and Iyeta in the picture, and then walked slowly.

His figure was getting closer and closer, and finally he walked out of the screen and stood in front of Iyeta.

The scene in front of her completely crushed Iyeta's consciousness, and she fell to the ground in a daze, even her body shaking stopped.

She's always been curious.

Why did the French Ministry of Magic hand over large sums of resources to the International Federation of Wizards so easily?

This can no longer be called a transaction, but a free gift.

And now, all these questions have answers.

That's because the French Ministry of Magic has the power to instantly conquer the International Federation of Wizards.

In their view, sending resources to the International Federation of Wizards is just a left hand and a right hand.

Fortunately, I and others are still so rejoicing.

This is really sad!

The man in black robe who walked out of the screen ignored Iyeta.

He took off his hood, revealing a young face with a frown, and said to 'Sir':

"Number 3 is dead, and the last brother lurking in Harry Potter is also dead. What do you want to do? Number 1!"

The boy's tone was very unkind, especially the last 'No. 1' who almost yelled out through gnashing of teeth.

It can be heard that 'Mr.' is not angry but smiled and said:

"Too many people have asked me this question, and Mr. Harris mentioned it not long ago. As for my answer, I can only say, I love you all. I hope you can live a happy and healthy life , this is my goal and my wish.”

"But you've been pushing things to the other extreme!" the boy roared, "That guy No. 3 has made such a big deal at Hogwarts, don't tell me that you didn't instigate it! Now The Ministry of Magic has begun to gather troops! What you have done to Hogwarts is enough to make that old man Dumbledore let go of everything to fight! Now tell me, what should we do!? "

'Sir', or number 1 did not speak, he just looked at the boy in front of him calmly with a smile on his face.

And the boy finally calmed down after being furious.

Panting heavily, he waved his arms weakly and said:

"It's over, it's over, do you know? I just want Beauxbaton's children to live in peace and happiness. If possible, I even want to be a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for the rest of my life, but now, It's all over. You just want to pull those children into the chariot, and Link Foley and Dumbledore will not let those children go now, and all that awaits them now is death!"

"I can't understand your thoughts, No. 2, or Norton." 'Sir' shook his head and said, "The person who advocated revenge against Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic of the United States was yourself, why is your wish now? Come true, but you come to accuse me again?

You know, in order to fulfill your wish, No. 3 and our last brother paid the price with their lives.

Could it be that the only thing that really makes you so angry is that they failed? "

Norton was speechless, staring blankly at the floor.

Seeing this, 'Mr.' continued to chuckle lightly and said:

"This is the limitation of Xiao Ai. Beauxbaton is the only one you prefer. Not only will this not protect Beauxbaton better, but it will affect your heart, become emotional, capricious, and eventually fall into Crazy. You are not a qualified protector with such emotions, so you can’t really protect your beloved. But it’s okay, I will help you. Go back to France, that’s where you should be now , is also your home."

Norton looked up at 'Sir', his eyes were devoid of brilliance and emotion, as cold as a corpse.

But after a moment of stalemate, Norton still twisted and disappeared in place.

'Sir' nodded in satisfaction, and then sighed to Iyeta on the side:

"Now, there are only two of us left. Dear Iyeta, my brave girl, what do you think of letting you be the elder of the International Federation of Wizards now?"

As soon as this remark came out, Iyeta's originally slack pupils gradually condensed.

...

in a few days.

The Ministry of Magic.

Link, who was wearing a black combat uniform, was sitting behind the desk.

Emily carefully brought a bowl of pumpkin stew with a sweet smell in front of him and said:

"Eat some, I made this with my own hands, without the help of little buttons."

Link nodded, picked up the spoon and ate bite by bite.

The soft, glutinous and sweet taste permeated the cavity, adding a smile to Link's serious face.

But Emily, who was standing opposite him, was full of sadness when she saw this, and sighed a long time:

"Do you have to go? Wouldn't it be good to let Old Kret lead people to do things like war?"

Link paused, and was about to say something, but Mrs. Foley scolded angrily:

"Shut your mouth, Emily, this is not something you can mess with!"

Mrs. Foley looked more majestic than usual. The thin black veil was worn on her head, but it couldn't hide the light blue blood vessels looming on her fair forehead. Her eyes were even redder, like a sitting tigress .

Emily gave Mrs. Foley a sad look, but was intimidated by Mrs. Foley's power. She could only lower her head in aggrieved manner, leaning against Link and secretly wiping her tears.

This action somewhat interfered with Link's meal.

As soon as Mrs. Foley glared, she wanted to step forward and pull Emily away, but looking at her unmoved son, she finally gave up.

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