Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Phantom migration in the dark, unfamiliar virgin forest is definitely not a wise choice.

Perhaps the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will not make low-level mistakes such as "split" and "space trek", but in the case of beyond the visual range, the apparition will appear to the most dense area of ​​wolf howling, which is still not much different from suicide. Trees, stones, Mud... There are too many uncertain obstacles in the forest.

No one wants to be the laughingstock of their counterparts across Europe, especially now that journalists are accompanied. This kind of deterrence is even more terrifying than death.

You know, social death in the magical world is much more severe than in the non-magical world, after all, the wizard population is not large.

Therefore, even if the direction of the howling wolf is particularly clear, the way Connelly Fudge and his party move in the Armenian forest still uses multiple short-distance phantoms to move to the farthest position they can reach, which is the farthest position they can reach each time they move. end.

Hundreds of shiny wands dazzled a bright halo, like a flock of fireflies, constantly leaping forward.

If there is anything more amazing, perhaps those pulsating light spots are gradually increasing over time.

"Olez Ade, you despicable fellows, I know that Azerbaijanis have no credibility at all!"

"Credit? Take a good look at where this is. Don't talk about anyone."

"It doesn't make sense to say it now..."

The head of the Auror Office of the Armenian Ministry of Magic had a sullen face, frowning and looking at the dark dense forest ahead, "I want to know now, which Ministry of Magic friend is so impatient, if it weren't for someone to do it in advance, we It's not so passive"

"Who else? The British chanted the Minister of Magic personally leading the expedition. How can I do without an outpost?"

"It's a slander to put it! Didn't you come, Custer, too?"

Cornelius Fudge tried to swallow the short and powerful Scottish dialect and stared at the French Minister of Magic who rushed to the side.

If it wasn't for this guy who had a famous "Magic Pravda" reporter with a camera, just now the Frenchman scolded him for not complying with the international magic convention and "smuggling" across the border, he would just go back without a local "war reporter" "Being present, Cornelius Fudge undoubtedly had to be a lot more careful in fighting back, and now the British Ministry of Magic's advantage in terms of numbers is almost non-existent.

France, Turkey, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Armenia...

Counting the British Ministry of Magic, they now gathered Aurors from six different magic governments.

This obviously completely disrupted Connelly’s previous plan. In his script, the British Ministry of Magic should have taken advantage of the "blitz" advantage to arrive at the werewolf colony first to launch a raid instead of the current two or three hundred numbers. People roamed the Armenian forest at night.

More importantly, since the British Magic Government does not have "accompanying reporters", follow-up news reports must have some disadvantages.

"Dlex, how long will it take us to reach the area where the wolf howls are most dense?"

Cornelius Fudge suppressed the annoyance in his heart and turned to look at the man with short gray hair beside him.

In any case, the British Ministry of Magic is the party with the largest number of people. Unless all the magic governments on the scene join forces to squeeze them out, even if they are taken the top spot by other magic governments, they are still There is an absolute advantage.

As for... the British Ministry of Magic became the target of public criticism? That is almost impossible.

Perhaps Connelly Fudge was a little worried at the beginning, but as more and more colleagues "ran into", even Amelia Bones, who is known for her rigor and seriousness, gradually relieved her mind. On the "snatched" side, the British Ministry of Magic and the surrounding magical government officials are naturally on the same front, and there is not even much communication between magical governments. This is the most basic political survival rule.

"There may be two or three more distances for the apparition to travel"

Dawlish looked up at the front, frowning and calculating with some uncertainty.

"Twice, at most three Phantom migrations, we should arrive near the werewolf gathering place, and we'd better walk closer afterwards. After all, there seems to be still fighting there. The most important thing is that we don’t know which one is there now. Gentlemen of the Magic Government..."

"Belarus, Italy, Russia, India... who knows? It won't be ours anyway."

Cornelius Fudge shrugged, counted at random, then turned around and looked around.

As the highest-level magic official present, Connelly knew exactly how he should perform at this time.

"Everyone is vigilant and apparates twice! Then they hike together to the destination. Hundreds of werewolves are hidden in the shadows. They may attack at any time." Cornelius Fudge swept the magic camera next to him, awe-inspiring. Quickly said, "The werewolves on the night of the full moon are quite dangerous. For safety reasons, I allow the Aurors to attack as soon as they find a suspicious target..."

Most mainstream news reports in the wizarding world still adopt the form of text plus magical photos.

This also means that unless there is something more exciting on the scene, the reporter will probably give priority to certain symbolic time node photos in terms of material selection, such as the "Hogg In "Wats Basilisk Encirclement and Suppression", Connery Fudge learned a lot of important interview tips. After all, a lot of energy was spent on communication in the "scene reshoot" at the time.

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A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the end of the Apparition that Dalis said.

Cornelius Fudge and others drew out their wands, finally began to get serious, and leaned forward little by little.

They heard a sharp howl from the jungle ahead, and the roar of spells exploding. There was a strange smell in the surrounding forest mist, as if blood, iron powder, and charred wood chips were mixed together, and the aftermath of the magical power could be vaguely felt even far away.

The sky farther away seemed to be burning, and through the gaps in the forest, they could see the dazzling red fire light that kept flashing.

The ground and leaves trembled from time to time, and the light and shadow, howling, and the sound of impact were endless, as if there were more than a dozen giants fighting at the other end of the forest.

"Fast, fast"

Cornelius Fudge urged the Aurors anxiously.

The Aurors of the other Ministry of Magic also speeded up their paces and started to walk around.

However, even the most capable Auror of the Ministry of Magic was not faster than the reporters with magic cameras and shorthand notebooks on their backs. They almost started rushing at full speed after they landed. The editor-in-chief of "Age of Magic" Lokana took the lead. The ground rushed to the forefront, and the camera that was supposed to be in the hands of the assistant photographer floated steadily in front of him. While dexterously stepping over the vines and broken branches on the ground, he manipulated the camera to take pictures.

"I am the editor-in-chief of the Turkish newspaper "Magic Age"! Don't chant a spell at me~www.wuxiaspot.com~We are here to help"

Locana said breathlessly, and loudly introduced his identity toward the front of the fierce battle. He rushed out of the forest with the fastest speed.

Before he had time to see the surrounding environment, a huge black and furry body "pounced" at the bald wizard, but fortunately, a scarlet curse shot from behind. Dangerously and dangerously repelled the werewolf who rushed over.

"Faint, faint! Are you crazy? Lokana, there are hundreds of werewolves gathered here!"

Atif violently grabbed Lokana by the collar and roared angrily, drooling at the poor editor-in-chief.

Since his school days, this guy has never made people worry. If his spell was a little slow for a few seconds, maybe one more name will be added to the "werewolf capture list" tonight. The infection of werewolves is irreversible. Yes, this is a cruel curse recognized by the magic world.

"Odd, weird"

However, Lokana, who was dragged by the collar, did not quarrel with him as before.

The editor-in-chief of the bald magazine turned his gaze over Atif and looked at the "battlefield" behind him in confusion.

"What other people did you say, where are the other people in the magic government?" Lokana asked, breathlessly.

"What are you talking about? Those guys are here?!"

Atif frowned, and while answering, he turned his head and followed Locana's gaze, his expression was slightly startled.

He thought that Aurors from other magical governments were ahead of them, thinking that they were fighting fiercely with the werewolves in this "battlefield".

However, looking around

Except for the burning bonfire, and a lot of black and gray beasts...

There is no wizard here! ?

Great!