Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

"Enough! I didn't come here to watch you smoke and listen to your chat!"

The unbearable Scrimgeour finally roared.

However, many ministers in the conference room showed a sarcastic look, and Catherine Picqueri directly sarcastically said:

"Tsk tsk! That doesn't sound like a begging tone, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"That's it!"

Audreyya's minister on the side also echoed, and after saying that, the middle-aged fat man looked at Catherine Picquily in a pleasing manner, looking like he was licking a dog.

Scrimgeour laughed angrily.

It was already embarrassing enough to ask the International Magic Federation for help, but I didn't expect that these damn politicians would also play Tai Chi with him, not only dragging his messenger for so long, but even his own presence was like this. The look of indifference!

Seriously, Scrimgeour really wanted to teach these Ministers of Magic a lesson right now. He came from the Auror army and was confident he could beat them all down!

But in the end, he still resisted the urge.

You must know that the situation in the country has become more and more serious. If there is another fallout here, you don't have to be the Minister of Magic anymore, so hurry up and cut yourself off from the people!

Seeing Scrimgeour's aggrieved look of being extremely angry but unable to take action, Catherine Picqueri couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her laughter was very light at first, but it seemed that she couldn't help it afterward, and it became louder and louder.

We all know that smiles are contagious.

In the end, most of the ministers in the entire conference room laughed out loud, and the laughter was so loud that even the flames in the fireplace were trembling.

And this fiercely burning flame also precisely represented Scrimgeour's mood at the moment, and now he was about to lose his mind.

Fortunately, Catherine Picquili quickly stopped laughing and waved to everyone to shut up.

After the conference room was quiet again, Catherine Picquili slowly stood up from the soft chair, swayed to Scrimgeour and said:

"Actually, haven't we already told you the conditions? As long as you can accept it,

We'll be sending out Auror troops to help you clear the rebellion. "

"Bang! Are you talking about conditions? You are clearly robbery!"

It was fine that Piqueli didn't say this. As soon as he said this, Scrimgeour immediately became angry, slammed the table, stood up, and roared at Piqueli condescendingly.

This is also a very normal reaction, because the conditions required by the International Magic Federation represented by Piquelli are too much.

The other party not only asked the country to give a lot of resource compensation and trade policy inclination, but even listed a document called the "brain drain plan" for Scrimgeour to sign.

This document clearly states that every student graduating from Hogwarts within the next ten years, Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic give them the highest priority for employment in a foreign country!

This is only a condition for the pure-blooded nobles. As for the wizards of Muggle and mixed-blood origin, there is no choice at all. If they do not go to foreign countries for employment, then any unit in the country is not allowed to recruit them.

This is simply a chronic poison!

You must know that the most precious resource in the entire wizarding world is talent, and this move by the International Magic Federation is undoubtedly subsidizing other countries with the blood of the country, and this compensation will be ten years!

Scrimgeour reckoned that the entire Ministry of Magic would basically be doomed after ten years. Those pure-blood wizards alone could not support such a large organization.

This is absolutely unacceptable to Scrimgeour!

In the face of Scrimgeour, Picqueri looked up at him without any fear, not at all being forced by the other's condescending aura.

"Hehehe! It seems that you haven't figured out the seriousness of the matter. If that's the case, then you can continue to think about it. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Picquiri turned around and went back to his soft chair.

"Aren't you in a hurry? Are you kidding me? Haha! I have to say, you did succeed." A sneer flashed across Scrimgeour's face. Don't you know? The vampire named Carlisle and the house elf named Kled, these two guys seem to have provoked things that are not much weaker than the country's? No! Your troubles should be repaid in a sense. To be more serious, at least the ky people on my side are relatively mild and try not to use force, but yours is different, violence is deeply imprinted in the blood of those beasts!"

Picqueri's footsteps suddenly stopped, which made Scrimgeour feel a lot better. He thought that what he said just now hit the other party's pain point.

But to Scrimgeour's surprise, Picqueri turned his head after a brief pause and slowly came to him with a weird smile on his face.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I see that you really don't seem to know us at all." Picquiri said softly, "We are different from you, and the cornerstone of the Magic Congress of the United States will always be those of us who stand at the top of the pyramid. Top wizards, we exist only when the Magic Congress of the United States exists! As for other creatures, whether they are No-Maj wizards, vampires or those middle-class wizards who are treated as class by others, they are just a group that provides nutrients for the United States and can be used inexhaustibly. Endless manure. Do you think we'd be in a hurry for a war between a bunch of manure?"

Having said that, Picqueri returned to his seat with a smile, and even exhaled a puff of smoke in Scrimgeour's face before leaving.

This humiliated Scrimgeour, but his reason kept him from clenching his fists to vent his anger.

And after this mess, the process of the meeting has returned to its original point, and Scrimgeour can understand it. These Ministers of the Ministry of Magic are determined to take a big bite of meat from him this time!

Taking a deep breath, he was almost ready to leave.

Scrimgeour is not a selfish person, and he is even more willing to be defeated by the resistance organization headed by Mike than to exchange the future of the Ministry of Magic for temporary stability.

At least this country has a future to speak of!

But just when he was about to make up his mind, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A young brunette walked in slowly!

This surprised the ministers in the conference room, and Piquelli even pointed the smoking gun in his hand at the youth - it was actually a magic wand!

It is very normal for them to have such a reaction. You must know that this is Mary Joa, the most mysterious place with the highest security level in the International Federation of Wizards!

But the other party appeared here unexpectedly!

But just when the ministers were vigilant, they saw that the brunette young man smiled and bowed to everyone and said:

"Mr and Madam Ministers, good afternoon. Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Chris Flint, the current head of the Flint family!"

As soon as these words came out, Scrimgeour's red eyes, which had been stimulated by Picqueri, narrowed into a slit of understanding.

As the minister of the Ministry of Magic of the country, he naturally knew the surname Flint. At the same time, he also knew very well that the Flint family disappeared as soon as Voldemort officially returned, and took them away at the same time. Many pure-blood families were lost, causing the pure-blood camp in the wizarding world of the country to lose a small half of its power all at once.

That's why he was so wary of Chris, especially since the other party appeared in such a weird way.

At this time, Picquily on the side also reacted. She still pointed her wand at Chris, but said on her mouth:

"Flint, one of the sacred twenty-eight tribes, is really famous for a long time. But can Mr. Flint explain how you got here?"

"It doesn't matter," Chris said with a smile. "What matters is that I can help you with your current problems, Minister Scrimgeour."

The ignored Piquelli was a little angry, but before she could speak, Scrimgeour on the side said coldly:

"Oh? Why should I trust you?"

Chris smiled slightly, but did not speak, but extended his palm towards the crowd.

This move made everyone in the conference room nervous, and Minister Odailia shook her hand, and the magic spell that had been brewing for a long time at the tip of her wand was actually fired directly.

The corners of Picquiri's mouth rose, and she could already foresee the embarrassment of this rude person.

As for whether the other party will be killed by Minister Odailia, this is something she has never thought about. Since the other party can sneak in here, then he will not be killed so easily.

The next moment, Picquili's expression froze.

Because a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared from Chris's outstretched palm, almost sucking everyone around, and the magic spell fired by Minister Odileia was forcibly changed by this force. Adsorbed into his palm.

But this suction has not disappeared. Under the action of suction, everyone only feels that the oxygen around them is slowly depleting, and in Chris's hands, a pale green terrifying ball of light is slowly condensing.

Feeling the terrifying aura in that ball of light, the expressions of Picquily and Scrimgeour changed drastically.

Without a staff and without a sound, you can freely control the surrounding natural elements for your own use. This is the ability only a legendary wizard can have!

The next moment, the ball of light in Chris's hand was thrown at Minister Odalia with a random wave.

"Ah!~"

A tragic scream came out of Minister Oberlia's mouth. After hitting his chest, the ball of light did not explode like an ordinary spell, but was directly 'embedded' in his chest.

And the seemingly stationary light ball is actually spinning at a high speed. Under the action of such a terrifying force, Minister Oberlia's suit has long been torn to shreds, and the fat on her chest is quickly swept away. It was twisted into a blood mist, making people unable to bear to look directly at it!

This is far from over, just when Minister Oberlia's chest was cut open, and Scrimgeour and the others could almost see the beating heart.

The ball of light finally exploded.

The violent explosion that everyone expected did not appear, but a large flame suddenly emerged from it, and spread rapidly to the limbs along the chest of Minister Oberlia, and finally burned it completely, changing a A mass of grey ashes!

"You... are you a legend?"

Piquelli stammered and said that at this moment, she felt thirsty when she thought that she was doing such a rude act to a legendary wizard just now.

And as before, Chris still paid attention to her, just raised his head slightly and said to Scrimgeour:

"Do you think this is enough?"

Without waiting for Scrimgeour to reply, he said quickly:

"If that wasn't enough..."

"Bang!"

A burst of explosions came from behind Chris, and the solid door entirely made of obsidian was blown open directly.

Large tracts of gray smoke immediately filled the air, and when the smoke dissipated, more than a dozen black wizards wearing wooden animal masks stepped on the gravel on the ground and appeared behind Chris.

Picquiri collapsed to the ground, and now she only felt that even her own brain was shaking involuntarily.

Because through the blasted door, she could clearly see the piles of corpses piled up in the corridor behind Chris and the others, which were all the security personnel brought by their ministers for this meeting!

Those are the most elite Aurors in any Ministry of Magic! He was so slaughtered that he couldn't even utter a single scream before he died!

The people standing in front of him now... just how strong are they?

Scrimgeour's body was also trembling slightly, but it was not the sea of ​​corpses and blood outside the conference room that made him react this way, but the badges on the chests of the dozen or so masked wizards.

These badges are different, but are equally beautiful and quaint.

Scrimgeour knew very well that these badges were all the family crests of pure blood families!

Now that they are here, does that mean that the family behind them has also been loyal to Chris Flynn?

Scrimgeour involuntarily lowered his head. If there was a legendary wizard and the help of more than a dozen pure-blood families, then the mob in the kingdom would not be a cause for concern.

Suddenly, he suddenly raised his head, stared at Chris with those bloodshot eyes and said:

"what do you want?"

Hearing this, a rare serious expression appeared on Chris' face.

He slowly approached Scrimgeour, looked him in the eyes and said:

"I want the entire Ministry of Magic!"

Scrimgeour was taken aback for a moment, but the next moment he said without hesitation:

"Okay! I'll resign as soon as I go back, and recommend you as the next Minister of Magic! As long as you...you can make the Ministry of Magic great again!"

"as you wish!"

After saying that, Chris turned around and left with the dozen or so masked wizards, and Scrimgeour quickly followed after hesitating for a moment.

At this time, Chris, who was walking at the front, had a sneer on his face. Looking at the mountains of corpses in the corridor, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"Now, it's my turn!"

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