The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Paris.

Furstenberg Square.

A large flock of crows is roaming the ground.

They searched for food patiently, looking very happy.

Originally, this was not their foraging point.

After all, Furstenberg Square is just a small square in the sixth arrondissement of Paris. Although the usual flow of people is not small, there are not so many people who are bored enough to buy bread crumbs to feed the crows.

If people want to feed, they also feed pigeons!

But things are different now.

Because the war that broke out here a few days ago caused huge human casualties.

Afterwards, a large group of humans wearing reflective vests sealed off the entire square with a cordon, turning the once bustling small square into a ghostly creature that no one dared to set foot on, and it also became a paradise for crows.

Although that group of humans had already taken away all the corpses of their kind.

But the crows are not dissatisfied with this.

As scavengers, crows have long been accustomed to eating the leftovers of other large carnivores.

Now that the big head has been taken away by humans, there are still a lot of minced meat left in the cracks of the bricks in the square, which is enough to satisfy these crows.

"Go! Go!"

An angry reprimand came suddenly.

With the howling wind, the frightened crows all lifted into the air and landed on the roof beside the square, looking helplessly at the man who was driving the crows below.

This is the third time that man has done that today.

What a pity.

This human being probably couldn't compete with his own kind, so he came to compete with them for food, right?

Thinking so, the crows laughed loudly at the incompetent humans below.

But they don't know how complicated the mood of the man below is.

He was originally an Auror of the French Ministry of Magic, but now, he has become a volunteer to maintain order in Furstenberg Square and keep no one close.

Well, one hundred francs a day.

Of course, he didn't come to be this volunteer for a little Muggle currency.

It was because he could no longer return to the French Ministry of Magic.

Since the old Norton of Beauxbatons committed suicide in the lobby of the French Ministry of Magic that day, the entire French magic world has been completely thrown into chaos.

The angry crowd attempted to storm the Ministry of Magic.

Cruel thugs hide among them.

In the end, a tragic tragedy finally broke out.

That night, Furstenberg Square was filled with blood, and Lionheart Street was almost turned into ruins.

In the face of such a desperate disaster, even the kindest people in the past showed a hideous face.

This is a necessary means of self-preservation.

As for those who are too soft-hearted to lift their wands, they have already become corpses.

At the same time, the French Ministry of Magic has also directly entered a closed state.

Not only the thugs and the public couldn't get in, even Aurors like men who were on missions outside couldn't get in.

In desperation, the man can only become a volunteer and continue to perform his duties - guarding the French Ministry of Magic!

"call--"

Recalling the scene of that night, the man only felt his eyes sore, and took several deep breaths in a row to hold back the tears that came up again.

Opening his eyes again, a steaming paper cup of coffee was handed to him.

"Have a drink to warm you up."

The blond girl holding a coffee quilt said.

Her voice was a little hoarse, her eye circles were red, she looked like she had just cried but now she came to comfort others.

This makes the man a little dumbfounded.

He took the coffee and raised it as a respect to the girl, and then he didn't speak, just holding the coffee with the girl and looking at the crows circling in the sky mocking them.

The girl is a true Muggle.

There has never been a kind of wizard in the ancestors.

If the other party dared to get so close to him in the past, the man would immediately take out his wand and give her a forgetful, and then drive away.

He's a pure-blood wizard!

Although blood theory is not very popular in France,

But the pure-blood wizards still have their own pride in their bones.

But after that riot, men don't care about these things anymore.

After all, on that night, the cruelty and despicability displayed by those so-called pure-blood wizards far surpassed that of other wizards or Muggles!

Moreover, the girl is also a hard-working person just like him.

In the riot that lasted for nearly a week, wizards were not the only ones who were injured.

Muggles suffer even more than wizards.

Because they are the vast majority in this world, and they are too weak without magic.

This led to them directly becoming the best targets for wizard mobs to vent.

The man had just seen the Muggle media coverage of the riot yesterday.

They described it as a demonstration against rising baguette prices.

It may sound outrageous to parade in the streets for a few baguettes, but it is so normal in France.

What really distinguishes it from other parades is the huge casualties it caused.

In that riot, the number of casualties announced by the media alone reached thousands.

And as far as the man knew, the actual number was dozens of times higher than this.

Because the group of crazy thug wizards completely ignored the "Secrecy Act" and directly used a variety of powerful spells on the surrounding Muggle buildings, including blazing flames, thunderbolt explosions, and even fiery flames, which directly caused Fern The area around Sternberg Square was almost completely turned into ruins. How could there be fewer casualties?

Of course.

All of the above became things like car bombs and gas explosions in the mouths of the Muggle media.

This is their effort to maintain the Secrecy Act.

It's a pity that the effect of this approach is not as obvious as usual.

Because the French Ministry of Magic has closed itself, without the cooperation of the Accidental Magic Event Reversal Team and the Memory Cancellation Command, there is no way to control the presence of so many witnesses.

The girl next to the man is a prime example.

The poor girl lives near Furstenbergplatz.

In the past few days, she has witnessed the thugs commanding fierce flames engulfing tall buildings tens of meters high, and also witnessed the thugs killing their parents with the death curse with a grinning grin.

If the man hadn't arrived in time to rescue the girl with magic, I'm afraid the girl would have become a broken corpse on Furstenberg Square that night.

And there are countless witnesses like her in Paris!

"Mr. Boggart, tell me, what happened to this world?"

The girl stared at the sky and said dully.

Hearing that the man called Boggart felt pain in his heart, but forced a smile on his face and said:

"It's going to be all right, little Irene, everything's going to be all right, I promise!"

On this point, Bogut has sufficient confidence.

Just wait until the French Ministry of Magic is unsealed and the Aurors and Strikers inside come out and all the chaos will be over.

The light of order will once again envelope the whole of France.

And when that time comes, he will also give little Irene a good place to go.

With magic, this shouldn't be too difficult.

For example, use a confusion spell on the president of the bank to let him admit little Irene and so on.

Or, simply confess to little Irene so that she can stay in the magic world?

Thinking of this, Boggart felt his face was a little hot, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to rub it, otherwise it would turn red in a while.

He didn't know why he had such thoughts and reactions.

He just knows that he likes to be with little Irene.

Maybe this is what his mother used to say to him, love.

Boggart took a sip of the coffee, the coffee in it was a bit cold, but Boggart felt warm in his heart.

However, at this moment, little Irene beside her screamed.

Her eyes were full of fear, and she hugged Boggart vigorously, and the huge movement directly hit the coffee in Boggart's hand.

Boggart looked up at the thing that frightened her, and saw above the two of them, in the sky directly above Furstenberg Square, a huge and complex formation was slowly unfolding.

‘Is this the French Ministry of Magic finally unblocking? '

Boggart subconsciously thought.

It's just that this conclusion was overturned by himself the next moment.

Because although the most shining part of the emblem in the center of the formation does belong to the Ministry of Magic, it is very different from the French Ministry of Magic. It looks more like the emblem of the Chinese Ministry of Magic.

Wait, Ministry of Magic?

Boggart felt something explode inside his brain.

The terrifying impact directly blasted all his thoughts into blanks.

He did read the news about the attack on Hogwarts and the declaration of war by the Ministry of Magic on the French wizarding world in the French Wizarding Post.

But he never took that seriously.

After all, given the current chaotic state of the French magic world, it is impossible to attack the country's magic world, let alone cause huge casualties to Hogwarts, which has a powerful legendary wizard like Dumbledore stationed there.

So this must be a rumor in his mind.

As for things like the declaration of war, it is probably fabricated by the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China in order to divert internal conflicts.

This kind of thing can definitely be done by Chinese people.

Those pirates were savages who liked to tell lies.

But now, the huge formation engraved with the exclusive emblem of the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China unfolded above his head.

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!..."

As the light on the formation became brighter and brighter, deafening shouts also came from it.

The sound finally woke the Boggart from his stupor.

"Little Irene! Run away!"

Boggart yelled as he stuffed a small mug portkey into little Irene's arms.

The space vortex twisted and unfolded, quickly engulfing little Irene.

Little Irene, who was caught in it, seemed to have sensed Boggart's intentions, and reached out to catch Boggart, but Boggart avoided it.

He smiled and said goodbye to little Irene, then raised his wand and aimed at the huge formation that covered the sky and the sun.

At the very center of the formation, a figure has already appeared.

"Come on! Damn you countrymen! I'm not afraid of you! I'm the Auror of France!"

The boggart roared and shot a brilliant ray.

This 'Thunderbolt Explosion' is Boggart's best offensive magic. At this moment, under the rush of anger, it has condensed nearly half of the magic power of Boggart's body.

It is like a meteor flying backwards, rushing straight into the sky.

But the moment he approached the formation, he was dismissed by the figure in the center with a wave.

Immediately afterwards, the figure looked down.

The other party's youthful face made Boggart's pupils shrink suddenly.

He recognized the other party's identity.

Link Foley!

The terrorists who were rumored to have attacked Beauxbatons with Dumbledore.

At the same time, he is also one of the three committee members of the Ministry of Magic!

Fear and anger filled the Boggart's mind.

Howling, he raised his wand again.

But Link moved faster than him.

"boom--"

A huge beam of Vanishing Curse light blasted down.

There were no appalling explosions, nor earth-shattering noises.

Under the shroud of that beam of light, the entire Furstenberg Square and Boggart disappeared in an instant like a scoop of ice cream cake.

After the beam of light dissipated.

Where Furstenbergplatz originally stood.

A huge cylindrical pothole appeared in front of everyone.

Through the deep pit hundreds of meters deep, people could clearly see the magic protective shield shimmering with pale silver light, as well as the body of the French Ministry of Magic.

"Now, follow me!"

Link said with a blank expression.

Under the blessing of magic power, his figure fell rapidly and rushed towards the French Ministry of Magic in the deep pit.

In just a moment, the powerful magic shield surrounding the surface of the French Ministry of Magic was shattered under the erosion of Link's tyrannical curse magic power.

And behind him, thousands of battle wizards with the coat of arms of the Ministry of Magic of the Nation on their chests are continuously coming out of the teleportation formation.

They are so excited.

So much so that many of them, the old hunters from the Foley family hunter group, laughed wildly in the air and shot one magic mark after another.

The magic roared and exploded in the air, and finally turned into the M-shaped badge of the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China and the sea monster coat of arms of the Foley family.

A large number of marks of various colors almost covered the entire sky.

Let the whole of Paris witness their arrival!

Link didn't have the slightest intention to stop them, even though what this group of hunters were doing now was enough to make the blood pressure of every member of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters soar.

Because, this is the effect he wants.

If things like revenge have to be covered up, then what's the point of revenge?

With a sneer, Link officially fell into the French Ministry of Magic as a vanguard alone.

Before the person landed, Link was already covered with a layer of fog armor, and at the same time, the strong curse magic power penetrated into the bottom first, and made several sweeps back and forth at an extremely fast speed.

This is a necessary arrangement to disrupt the formation of the French wizards below.

Otherwise, even Link, who is in the middle of the legendary stage, will encounter a lot of trouble if he is attacked by hundreds of French wizards in such a small space.

But when Link really landed, he realized that his arrangement was completely overwhelmed.

Because in the entire huge hall of the French Ministry of Magic, there was not even a single figure at all.

The entire hall is full of dry blood and various gravel bricks, as if it was the ruins after a great war broke out!

This made Link frowned deeply.