The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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The entire logistics office was silent.

Almost everyone in the team held their breath and looked extremely nervous.

Only a bunch of hunters in the hunter group seemed extremely relaxed and didn't care.

Because they firmly believe that their beloved His Majesty Foley will be able to solve all the problems that stand in front of them.

In one sense there is nothing wrong with their thinking.

Because after a short while, Link already had a solution and put his thoughts into action.

Seeing that Link flicked the wand in his hand, the densely packed invisible blades were thrown out, directly chopping the silver corpses closest to everyone into pieces.

This move was like pricking a balloon with a needle, instantly detonating a large area of ​​corpses, and then the impact of the explosion affected the corpses in the distance, causing a chain reaction in an instant.

For a while, terrifying explosions continued to sound, and the dark green thick fog and corrosive acid almost enveloped the logistics office.

The National Ministry of Magic and others, who were already highly nervous, were frightened.

Especially Moody and some other Aurors and strikers with rich combat experience. According to their experience, such an explosion with this frequency can blow up the entire logistics office and even the French Ministry of Magic. !

Moody's reaction was the fastest.

He rushed to the Hogwarts team almost immediately after the explosion appeared, holding a small wine cup-shaped portkey in his hand, ready to try to break through the anti-apparition that was already full of strength in the French Ministry of Magic curse.

The rest of the Aurors and strikers raised their magic wands one after another, wanting to use their armor and protection to protect their teammates.

But before they really took any action, everyone was surprised to find that the dark green poisonous mist and acid that soared into the sky did not reach them, but were blocked by a thick translucent magic shield wall down.

The venom and acid mist were obviously added with ingredients similar to the Madago cat's magic-breaking effect. The moment it came into contact with the magic shield wall, there was a tooth-sick corrosion sound, and it was blown away at a speed visible to the naked eye. More than half of the shield wall was corroded.

But even so, the shield wall still stands in front of everyone, except for its thickness, there is not even a single crack.

And with the acid flowing down, everyone was surprised to find out after the field of vision began to become clear again.

The magic shield wall similar to this form did not just appear in front of them, but centered on the entire logistics office, firmly protecting all key magic nodes including the door of the minister's office, making the entire building The hall did not collapse from the corpse explosion.

"Europe--"

After a brief silence, deafening cheers rang out from the ranks.

Almost everyone was waving their arms vigorously, cheering loudly, marveling at Link's strength.

But amidst the cheers of the crowd, Moody still held up the wine cup-shaped door key, and was in a state of sluggishness.

In fact, strictly speaking, most of the people who are cheering now are just silly and happy.

Their level is too low, and the gap with Link is too large, so they only know that Link is very powerful, but they don't have any real sense of this power at all.

It's like everyone knows that the richest man in the world is very rich, that he owns so many houses, hundreds of billions of net worth, etc., but these things don't arouse any interest in their ears at all. Emotional fluctuations, because the information they received was finally centralized and naturalized into a unified, shallow conclusion-the richest man in the world is rich.

You must use language like how many B2 bombers can be exchanged for the wealth of the richest man in the world, or how many hamburgers you can buy to make them feel the real deep meaning.

Moody is different.

As a heroic Auror who has captured countless Death Eaters and experienced two periods of Voldemort's rise, Moody has sufficient strength and experience to understand Link's strength.

Use the protection spell to suppress such a large-scale explosion of the necromancer within a very small range, and the personnel and buildings are relatively intact and safe.

This kind of thing cannot be done by using some tricks and being clever.

What is needed is pure strength, or in other words, magic power.

In all fairness, Moody had only seen such powerful magic in Dumbledore in his youth and prime.

As for now, Dumbledore may be able to do the same thing with the Elder Wand, considering the years of damage to the body, but if he puts down the Elder Wand and competes purely with his own magic power, then Dumbledore may not be able to do it in this respect. Will be Link's opponent.

The most important thing is that Link is still young now!

A teenager in his twenties has already mastered such a terrifying power.

So how strong should he be when his physical strength is at its peak at the age of thirty or forty?

Moody couldn't even think about it!

On the other side, Link had already controlled the magic power to ignite a cluster of fiery flames in the logistics hall closed by the magic shield wall.

The concentrated poisonous gas and acid liquid gathered after the explosion of a large number of Yin corpses was originally a kind of high-energy aggregation, and it was extremely flammable, and it was one of Fiendfire's favorite 'food'.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the blazing white flames almost spread across the entire logistics office.

There was another burst of cheers from the crowd upon seeing this.

Some Aurors and hunters also began to pack and check their equipment. They knew very well that the poisonous gas and acid that blocked them would soon be completely removed, and they were about to move on to the final minister's office.

After conquering there, they can announce to everyone that they have conquered the ruling center of the French magic world and completed the first phase of the revenge plan!

This will be an achievement that will make their respective families proud for hundreds of thousands of years!

However, with the blazing fire in the hall, Link, who was already at the front of the line, frowned more and more.

The hunters around were a little puzzled at first.

But when the poisonous gas in the hall in front of them dropped to a clear view, their expressions became more exaggerated than Link's, and their eyes were full of horror.

Because what they saw through the translucent magic shield wall was a 'giant' with a height of about ten meters and almost reaching the ceiling!

This 'giant' was bathed in the monstrous Fiendfire, and was fighting various monsters simulated by Fiendfire.

This should have been a suspenseless battle, but when the giant waved its arms, it was able to burst out blue magical auras frequently.

Under the impact of these pure magical powers, any Fiendfire monsters who dared to get close to it would be immediately scattered into sparks all over the sky.

The scene was so strangely deadlocked.

But this kind of thing is actually not too outrageous.

Many of the Aurors and hunters present, as long as their strength reaches the professor level, can basically do it without paying any attention to the consumption of their own magic power.

It's just that the persistence time will be very short, basically only 1 to 2 seconds.

After all, Fiendfire is nothing more than a magical flame with curse characteristics. Although Link's extremely pure curse magic power gives Fiendfire a huge damage bonus, in the final analysis, its explosive attack power is still not particularly outstanding. As a professor-level wizard in the first echelon of the magic world, he can still do it with a little resistance.

But what really shocked even experienced old hunters was the appearance of the 'giant'.

The 'giant' was not a real giant, but a huge mountain of flesh made up of massive corpses, barely maintaining an overall human shape.

It is covered with various corpse spots and rotting body surfaces, with a large number of limbs and limbs densely distributed, as well as densely packed large tumors.

A large part of the limbs have the ability to move independently, as well as the actual fighting ability, and the blazing white Fiendfyre will also be shattered under the swing of these grafted arms.

As for those tumors, they are constantly wriggling.

It wasn't until Fiendfire broke through the 'giant''s defense by accident and got really close to the 'giant' that the dazzling flames illuminated the faces on those tumors.

The original owners of these faces were of different ages, ranging from wrinkled old people to crying children.

The only thing they have in common is that they cry in pain all the time. Although no one can hear their real screams due to the lack of vocal organs, this silent pain is even more heart-wrenching.

Even the old hunters, who were used to seeing bloody and tragic scenes, had goose bumps all over their bodies at this moment.

"This is the glue butcher, a very popular weapon of war around the eleventh century. When I was young, I saw it on the battlefield of the Death Eaters and the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic. It was made by Voldemort. He But a genius in making infernal corpses."

Old Klein explained with an ugly expression, "However, the Bonded Butcher I saw at the time was relatively small, only about five meters tall. And normally, since wizard corpses are too precious, the Bonded Butchers are made of Muggle corpses. produced as a raw material.

But the one before us now is different.

This guy is purely spliced ​​together from the corpses of wizards, and even his soul is directly locked in those faces.

Only in this way can this sticky butcher be able to use magic power so frequently, after all, it has so many 'dry batteries' in its body! "

Hearing that at some point, Newland sneaked up to Link's side and couldn't help shivering, and said with a trembling voice:

"My God, how many wizards' lives did it take!"

Old Klein narrowed his eyes and estimated with his rich experience:

"Let's make a base of 300 people. When making this thing, many parts of the corpse can't be used, so the waste will be great."

"Woo--"

A strange sound burst out of Newland's throat, and he couldn't help murmuring, "How many people are there in the entire French magic world? If you really want to calculate this way, even if none of the staff of the French Ministry of Magic escaped, that would have to be added." Hundreds of corpses, right?"

This time, Old Klein did not respond.

He really couldn't bear to tell Newland that it was impossible for the French Ministry of Magic to have so many permanent staff. According to Newland's calculation, the corpses of civilian wizards brought in from outside were estimated to be doubled or tripled.

Old Klein shook his head, then turned to look at Link.

Compared to Newland's gaffe, Link was much calmer, and his expression didn't even change in the slightest.

However, Fiendfire in the back office is becoming more and more irritable, and the blazing white mimic monsters are attacking the 'giant' crazily all the time.

This is enough to prove that Link's emotions are obviously not as indifferent as he appears on the surface.

"Attention all units, destroy it."

Link spoke softly.

These indifferent, but murderous words reached the ears of every wizard in the country present.

Almost everyone immediately raised their wands and prepared to attack as ordered.

Even the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had clearly stated that they would not help Link deal with people other than the shadow man were no exception.

The next moment, the magic shield wall blocking in front of everyone quietly disappeared.

Link, who was wearing a fog armor, took the lead, disappeared in place, and rushed straight to the glued butcher in the distance at the speed of an afterimage.

The blazing white Fiendfire along the way also spontaneously adsorbed on the surface of Link's body, and began to actively heat the moisture in the fog armor.

The hunter group and the Aurors were also very excited.

The reason to deal with Madago cats before is that the number of enemies is too alarming, and the high mobility and magic-breaking ability of the cat-shaped old woman are too strong for wizards, all of which are most often used for special operations and breakout decapitation The top wizards can only huddle together and form a defense in place.

But right now, the enemy they are facing is the glue butcher, a kind of enemy that is not very mobile and has a large size.

This is simply the best 'target' for them to display their own strength!

Almost at the same time Link rushed out, the hunters, led by Old Kret, pulled out the magic wands and miniature dragon hunting crossbows around their waists, screaming strangely and whistling away in black mist.

Not to be outdone, the Aurors on the side got on their broomsticks one after another.

Even Durmstrang's students ran and charged, led by Krum.

As for the remaining batterers and the Order of the Phoenix, they firmly restrained the group of Hogwarts students who also wanted to charge, and started fire support to the front together.

At the same time, Link, who rushed out at the first time, really came to the sticky butcher.

The swollen and red fog armor on his body instantly came out, and in the shape of a human, he hugged a grafted arm glued to the butcher's shoulder, and then exploded violently.

boom--

The huge explosion sound mixed with the ultra-high temperature steam instantly enveloped the glued butcher in it.

And under Link's precise control, the steam that was supposed to spread out crazily is still tightly wrapped around the body of the glued butcher at this moment, and its interior still maintains high pressure.

Deafening, baby-like and ape-like howls sounded from the huge milky white steam group in an instant.

Today's adhesive butchers are like hooves stewed in a pressure cooker, under the double attack of high temperature and high pressure every moment.

And this is just the beginning of the attack.