Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"The plans of the Ministry of Magic of various countries? Is that so? I'm very sorry, I thought..."

The voice lingering around the Ministry of Magic whispered, somewhat surprised and a little bit stunned.

Now, the Aurors have almost reached the clearing here, their eyes hovering between the looming figure in the distant fire and Cornelius Fudge. As for those reporters who took advantage of this free time, while recording the surrounding scenes, while waiting for the words behind the mysterious wizard.

The Armenian magical world has a long history, and it is not surprising that powerful and mysterious wizards appear here occasionally.

"Yes, to be more precise, your appearance completely disrupted our original planned deployment"

The French Minister of Magic, Castel drew out his wand, played the sound amplification spell in a learning manner, and said before Cornelius Fudge spoke.

"Because you broke into this area without authorization and you were fighting with the werewolves, we had to advance the total attack that was originally scheduled to be at dawn. Now I hope you can cooperate with the actions of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic of our countries, otherwise you may face from The accountability of multinational magic governments."

"Well, so if I cooperate with the action from now on, the plan can still get back on track, right?" the voice asked gently.

Many Ministry officials exchanged glances and laughed silently and relaxedly.

Most people gradually came back to their senses. Perhaps the mysterious wizard had extremely powerful magical power, but from the dialogue between him and the two Ministers of Magic, the other party was likely to be a lawful and upright good person. The magic government is best at dealing with good people who obey the law.

"Obviously, sir." Cornelius Fudge said, his slightly fat face flushed with excitement. "As you can see, there are hundreds of elites from various magic governments around you. You just have to hold on for a little longer. In a moment, we will defeat the werewolves surrounding you. After we arrested the evil werewolves one by one, your previous rash advances will naturally become positive achievements in the report!"

"Well, it sounds reasonable, but"

The voice chuckled slightly, and Cornelius Fudge's heart sank.

"I reject!"

"Now I hope all of you here will stay where you are."

They saw the figure in the flames in the distance raising their arms and returning their wands in a smooth motion.

Almost at the same time, the air seemed to freeze.

After half a second, an extremely powerful magical power burst out from the front.

The surrounding flames rose again, and the hot air wave rolled up by the blue flame rushed over Fudge and the others like a tide.

Cornelius Fudge felt that the hair on his body seemed to stand up with tension.

"Clear water is like a spring!"

Connelly shouted reflexively, waving his wand forward.

"Clear water like a spring! Clear water like a spring! Fainted"

boom!

A scarlet curse rubbed Connelly Fudge's ears, and disappeared into the dense black forest behind him.

Not far away, the director of the Auror Office of the Turkish Ministry of Magic shouted loudly.

"Don't recite the offensive spell! This is a compound spell, and it will bounce back the spell!"

"Everyone in a circle! In a circle! Quick, the wand is inserted into the ground"

On the other side, the thunderous voice of the French Minister of Magic shook everyone's eardrums.

Except for the Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic, at least half of the wizards immediately inserted their wands into the ground and shouted in unison: "All curses are over!"

Since Grindelwald "killed" most of the Aurors in Paris, France, many magical governments have added a simple collective spellcasting instruction to the Auror training: when faced with an attack by a "devil-level" wizard, Jointly cast "All Curses Are Ending" to counteract the opponent's magic.

However, people soon discovered that the turbulent magic power did not come towards them.

The ground trembled slightly, and the muddy water in the puddles, the fog remaining on the leaves, and even the clear water summoned by Cornelius Fudge and others rose up like being sucked by an invisible behemoth, forming four in the air. A huge water cocoon made of melted glass.

Countless black shadows who can't see their faces are struggling with those werewolves in the water cocoon!

The huge water cocoon swept across the woodland like life, devouring everything it encountered.

The burning, pulsating blue flame is like a fence, blocking in front of the fleeing werewolves, waiting for those water cocoons to be swallowed by those who have no way to escape, less than half a minute, four water cocoons It cleared most of the werewolves on the field, and began to converge toward the center into a giant at least four or five stories high. Numerous mud and water stains were thrown out of it, leaving only the clear water and the werewolves in it.

Then, a bright light suddenly lit up before everyone's eyes, and the strong white light pierced everyone's eyes.

The water fell back to the ground with a splash, splashing out a lot of water like a whale wagging its tail. Hundreds of werewolves piled on top of each other and made a slight struggling and vomiting. Lose combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

"Well, gentlemen, you can now start counting and finishing work."

Connelly Fudge and the others heard the gentle voice again.

As the voice fell, the magic flame lingering around the people in the Ministry also quietly disappeared into the void.

"What should I do now?" Dawlish turned his head and looked at Fudge. He felt that his brain was not enough.

"Oh, we can't stand in a daze anyway. Let's count the number of werewolves and arrest them one by one." Cornelius Fudge said quickly with a light cough, and subconsciously avoided the reporters on the side. "After the statistics are completed, we will still Discuss how to resettle according to the original plan."

In any case, perhaps the protagonist tonight does not have much suspense, but the British Ministry of Magic still has to do something.

The officials of several other magical governments apparently had the same idea and issued similar orders one after another.

After a brief silence, the Aurors from various countries raised their wands and cautiously approached the werewolves who had lost their combat effectiveness.

Except for the change in time and the different distribution of the "werewolves", the current situation is actually almost the same as most of the original plans of the Ministry of Magic. The werewolves lose their threat and lie on the ground. Even if the capture is completed successfully.

The only difference is that, in full view, those "battle process" and "difficulties and obstacles" modifications are definitely not available.

"In this way, I shouldn't be held accountable by the multinational magic government? Mr. Minister."

This time, the voice of the mysterious wizard came directly from the bonfire in front.

In the calm tone, it seemed to be mixed with invisible oppression.

"Uh, of course not, I'm just kidding." The French Minister of Magic, Caster, gave a dry smile, "I'm so sorry, sir, I just didn't expect a powerful wizard like you to live in the Armenian Forest~www .wuxiaspot.com~ I was too, uh, a little worried"

"Yes!" Cornelius Fudge looked around with some embarrassment, "Frankly speaking, if I could get to know you sooner"

"Lockhart?!" At this moment, Amelia Burns suddenly cried out in surprise.

She pushed the monocle, looked over Cornelius Fudge's shoulder and stared at the figure walking out from the campfire. The face that had been stern tonight suddenly became exceptionally exciting.

"what?"

"Luo, Lockhart? Guidro Lockhart?!"

Cornelius Fudge looked up and followed Amelia's gaze.

Right in front of them, the bonfire that had been burning was gradually extinguishing, and a young wizard with golden curly hair was walking out of the golden red fire. He fiddled with his wand with a smile on his face, even if he didn't speak, he still showed white teeth.

Click! Click! Click!

In a crowd of reporters, the shutter sound like a storm, and the flashing light like lightning.

The rest of the words in Cornelius Fudge's throat seemed to have turned into thick sputum.

"I just heard vaguely that the werewolf plan tonight was led and planned by you?"

Lockhart walked over briskly, his eyes flashing across the faces of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and their smiles became brighter.

"Oh, it's an amazing international magic cooperation. However, I have a little doubt, why do these werewolves gather in the forest of Armenia so far? While the other gentlemen count the werewolves, maybe we have There are many things to discuss..."

As Lockhart's gaze slowly swept across, the faces of the other senior officials of the magic government standing beside Fudge changed suddenly.

Great!