Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Azerbaijan, Ukraine, Turkey, Greece, Italy, France...

The dark green mark of the Dark Demon was not absent from any European magical government that Cornelius Fudge and others had arrived.

The situation in Istanbul is not unique. Almost every Ministry of Magic has been damaged and ransacked to varying degrees. Fortunately, just like the British Ministry of Magic, the Ministry of Magic in various countries does not have the post of night watchman, so there is no such thing. Resist casualties.

On the other hand, it may have been informed in advance that when Cornelius Fudge and others arrived, most of the dark wizards had evacuated ahead of time.

Apart from……

"The benevolent Dark Lord grants you one month to clean up the dirty things that have been mixed into the magic world..."

Paris, French Ministry of Magic, on the alert bell at the highest point of the Magic Hall.

A few faceless wizards stood above, condescendingly looking down at the Aurors who were as small as ants.

Cornelius Fudge and others squinted their eyes and carefully looked at the uninvited guests hidden under their hoods and masks. Those words sounded like the harshness of metal rubbing, and they kept lingering with a creepy discomfort. As for they can't distinguish the real voice at all.

"And after that, the great Dark Lord will personally take action-you can now start to think about a question, how do you, Cornelius Fudge, the British Ministry of Magic, and all the Aurors present, show their sincerity and Confession in exchange for forgiveness from the Dark Lord—"

"Oh, is it? Then I can tell you the answer now, go to hell."

Amelia Burns raised her head and looked above, a cold chill flashed through the monocle, and pulled out her wand.

The surrounding Aurors also drew their wands and pointed at the black wizards above. Cornelius Fudge looked around, panting and shouted, "Grab them! Don't let these **** run away!" "His magic wand also pulled out and swung it upwards.

However, the actions of the black wizards standing above the clock were obviously faster than those of the Ministry of Magic.

With a huge roar, the clock used by the French Ministry of Magic to monitor the level of magic exposure exploded in an instant.

The broken stones that turned into countless splashes fell towards the crowd below, and flames suddenly rose among the broken stones.

And in the chaos, the dark wizards moved away one after another, leaving only a series of sharp, high-pitched sneers reverberating in the air, like a night owl that screamed strangely in the midnight forest.

"The master is waiting for you in London, gentlemen, I hope you won't let us wait too long..."

Master, master? !

The faces of Cornelius Fudge and others changed.

However, before they could ask, more rocks and fire rain pounced toward them.

Those Versailles-style hollow sculptures in the main hall of the French Ministry of Magic, colorful mosaic glass decorations...Various fragile, broken building remains were abandoned in waves of serial explosions, turned into deadly weapons, and gathered together with their heads and faces facing downwards. The Aurors smashed.

At this moment, the Ministry of Magic Auror of various countries finally began to understand the meaning of "crazy" dark wizards among the British population.

Unlike those evil villains with clear goals, that Voldemort and his party members are all madmen keen to destroy.

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The dust dissipated, and the sporadic flames were quickly extinguished by the Aurors' magic.

The French Minister of Magic, Castel, looked like a gray-white sculpture, staring blankly at the hall of the French Ministry of Magic that had been reduced to ruins.

Compared with other magical governments, the response speed of the French magical world is obviously slower. Until then, there are not many officials appearing in the French Ministry of Magic, but this is not important to most people. What they are more concerned about now is another issue:

"Well, the matter of taking back the British Ministry of Magic...Should we wait first?"

According to those dark wizards, "Voldemort" is probably in London, England at the moment-most likely the British Ministry of Magic-waiting for them.

If Cornelius Fudge and everyone at the British Ministry of Magic did not lie, as a "devil-level" dark wizard of the same class as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, with careful preparation, the opponent might even have a considerable probability. Conversely encircle them...

No one will forget that Gellert Grindelwald nearly wiped out more than fifty elite Aurors by one person.

Moreover, there are still an unknown number of "Death Eaters" around "Voldemort", and the risk of rashly counterattacking the Ministry of Magic is too great.

Perhaps gathering the power of everyone can repel the opponent, but when the opponent has the top wizards, even the death of one person is unacceptable to the Ministry of Magic of various countries-after all, most of them have now "recovered" their respective Ministry of Magic. If there is still a cutscene on the British side, then most people will have no objection.

But if this were to participate in the magic war that would bet their lives, they would not be mentally prepared for the time being.

Not to mention, it was in other magical kingdoms...

"...This is not a threat that the British magical world faces alone, it is a temptation for the magical world of the whole world."

Cornelius Fudge looked at the hesitant wizard around him, his face flushed, and he waved his arms vigorously and shouted, "The mysterious man is testing whether we are going forward and retreating together when we fight against the dark demon. If we just retreat, then The magic world will be reduced to a paradise where dark wizards can enter and leave at will."

"Don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour and they have notified Dumbledore as soon as possible. He should be on his way."

"On the other hand, don't forget, besides Dumbledore, we have a new ally!"

He took out the list that he thought he wouldn't use, and waved it a few times.

"Justice is never fighting alone—"

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Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Diagon Alley, London.

Cornelius Fudge and the others glanced at the mithril wall ring engraved with twisted goblin characters around them, and walked quickly out of the ground altar in the teleportation hall.

Following the guidance of the fairy guide, everyone came to the main hall of the bank in a familiar way. At the end of the high counter, the door to Diagon Alley opened in advance like the previous branches, but this time, Connelly · Fudge and others did not rush out.

He stopped in the middle of the hall, turning his head to look at the middle-aged goblin standing on the edge of the counter not far away.

This fairy sticks a well-made cane with a cigar in his right hand, which looks completely different from the temperament of other fairy managers.

"So, are you the goblin in charge of Gringotts Wizarding Bank's "Special Assistance"?" Cornelius Fudge asked.

The goblin raised his head, let out a smoke ring casually, grinned meaningfully and said.

"The CFO of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Douglas, Her Majesty the Queen asked me to stand by here. Gringotts can do everything in his power to assist the Ministry of Magic to maintain social order, but it means war, magic war, and the opponent still has history. The most dangerous dark wizard ever."

"Of course, since I am here, it means Gringotts doesn't think the Ministry of Magic is at a disadvantage—"

Douglas flicked his cigar, and again spit out a dangling ring of smoke, his mouth gleaming with his sharp, thin teeth.

"Her Majesty said that war is only a continuation of finance. If the Ministry of Magic is willing to bear a small price, I would have a very simple and effective physical aid... In the case of avoiding sacrifices to the greatest extent, the mysterious person and him The partisans of Fudge were expelled from the Ministry of Magic. This is the result that Minister Fudge would most like to see, right? Sorry, our fairies are not used to twists and turns, we pay more attention to efficiency and profit."

"Wait, why does the Ministry of Magic pay the price? Your queen was not like this before..."

Emilia Burns frowned and looked at Douglas in confusion.

However, before Ms. Bones could finish her words, Cornelius Fudge hurriedly interrupted what was behind her.

"What's the price?"

"Some facilities and documents of the Ministry of Magic may be destroyed..."

Douglas shrugged, answered flatly, and nodded at Ms. Bones with a smile.

"You know, that is the most dangerous dark wizard in history. We can waive the charge for military assistance, but there is no way to protect the fighting environment... Of course, we can undertake the repair work afterwards-these contents will be charged extra, but If it is caused by Gringotts, then we will appropriately transfer the cost according to the situation. With my personal authority, I can at least get a discount of 3 to 60% in this area..."

"If the'cost' is just these things, then there is no problem at all!"

Connelly Fudge seemed to suddenly see the drowning man in the driftwood.

"If the Gringotts Wizarding Bank can complete all this before dawn today, then at the public press conference in the daytime, the goblins can attend together with the Ministry of Magic and directly establish the requirements of your queen before the public. The key is ——What are you going to do?"

"It's very simple. Three adult fire dragons are domesticated under the Gringotts vault in London--"

Douglas raised his slender index finger and said quietly.

"We can temporarily lend two pieces to the Ministry of Magic, two Ukrainian iron bellies, the largest fire dragon in the world today. They will resist all deadly spells for you, and attack all the evil wizards standing in front of them frantically. Isn't it simple?"

"Are you crazy? This is a good suggestion for your fairies? Release two adult fire dragons in the Ministry of Magic?"

Burns looked at Douglas incredulously, and laughed angrily, "Without the use of mysterious people, the fire dragon will destroy most of the Ministry of Magic."

"But isn't war like this? This is the price the Ministry of Magic must bear~www.wuxiaspot.com~ turned into rubble in the flames of war."

"Why do we have to turn the Ministry of Magic into—"

"You are right, this is an extremely difficult battle, but we have to win it."

Connelly Fudge raised his hand abruptly, interrupted Amelia Burns's rhetorical question, and nodded approvingly.

"You will have a dragon trainer by your side, right? And...you have a way to transport the fire dragon into the Ministry of Magic? If you can make the fire dragon appear in the underground vault a few hundred meters deep, then there must be some magical means. Transport this big thing, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Minister."

Douglas' eyes flickered, as if recalling something, he leaned back, smiled and replied.

"In this respect, we are professional."

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