The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

Chapter 677 The Quiet French Ministry of Magic

Paris.

Furstenberg Square.

A large flock of crows was roaming the grounds.

They searched patiently for food and looked very happy.

Originally this was not their feeding spot.

After all, Place Furstenberg is just a small square in the [-]th district of Paris. Although the 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 you want to feed it, you are feeding the 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 blocked the entire square with caution tape, turning the once bustling small square into a ghostly place where no one dared to set foot, and at the same time, it became a paradise for crows.

Although that group of humans had collected all the corpses of their kind.

But the crows were not dissatisfied with this either.

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

Nowadays, most of the meat has been taken away by humans, but there is still a lot of minced meat left in the brick cracks in the square, which is enough to satisfy these crows.

"Go! Go!"

An angry reprimand came suddenly.

With the strong wind howling, the frightened crows all rose into the sky and landed on the roof of the building next to the square. They looked helplessly at the man driving the crows away below.

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

It's really pathetic.

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

The crows thought so and laughed loudly at the incompetent humans below.

But they didn't know how complicated the mood of the man below was.

He was originally an Auror at the French Ministry of Magic, but now he became a volunteer maintaining order in Furstenberg Square and not letting anyone get close.

Well, a hundred francs a day.

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

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

Ever since the day Old Norton of Beauxbatons committed suicide in the hall of the French Ministry of Magic, the entire French wizarding world has been completely in chaos.

Angry people attempted to storm the Ministry of Magic.

The cruel thugs hide among them.

In the end, a terrible tragedy finally broke out.

That night, Furstenberg Square was a river of 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 ferocious faces.

This is a necessary means of self-protection.

As for those who are too soft-hearted to lift a wand, they have long since become corpses.

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

Not only were the thugs and people unable to enter, but even Aurors like the man who were out on missions were unable to enter.

In desperation, the man could only become a volunteer and continue to fulfill his duty - to protect the French Ministry of Magic!

"call--"

As the man recalled the scene that night, his eyes felt extremely sore. He took several deep breaths to hold back the tears that were rising again.

When he opened his eyes again, a steaming paper cup of coffee had been handed to him.

"Have a drink and warm yourself up."

The blond girl holding the coffee quilt said.

Her voice was a little hoarse and her eye circles were red. She looked like she had just cried but now she was comforting others.

This made the man dumbfounded.

He took the coffee and raised it, as a gesture of respect to the girl, and then said nothing, just holding the coffee with the girl and looking at the crows circling in the sky that were mocking them.

The girl is a real Muggle.

There has never been a wizard in our ancestors.

If the other party had dared to get so close to him normally, the man would have immediately taken out his wand, hit her with a magic wand, and then driven her away.

He is a pure-blood wizard!

Although the theory of blood is not very popular in France, pure-blood wizards still have their own pride in their bones.

But after that riot, men no longer cared about these things.

After all, that night, the cruelty and despicability displayed by the so-called pure-blood wizards was far greater than that of other wizards or Muggles!

Moreover, the girl is also a miserable person like him.

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

Muggles suffer even more than wizards.

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

This makes them directly become the best targets for the wizard thugs to vent their anger.

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

They described it as a demonstration against rising baguette prices.

Parading for a few baguettes may sound outrageous, but in France it's so normal.

What really sets it apart from other marches is the sheer number of casualties it causes.

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

As far as the man knows, the actual number is dozens of times higher than this.

Because that group of crazy thugs and wizards completely ignored the "Secrecy Act" and directly used a variety of powerful spells including blazing flames, thunderbolt explosions and even fire on the surrounding Muggle buildings, which directly caused the The area around Sternberg Square was almost completely reduced to ruins. How could there be less casualties?

Of course.

These things were described by the Muggle media as things like car bombs and natural gas explosions.

This is their attempt to maintain the Secrecy Act.

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

Because the French Ministry of Magic has closed itself off, without the cooperation of the accidental magic event reversal team and the memory cancellation command, there is no way to control so many witnesses present.

The girl next to the man is the best example.

This poor girl lives near Furstenberg Platz.

In the past few days, she had witnessed the thugs commanding tens of meters of fire to devour tall buildings, and she had also witnessed the thugs killing their parents with a murderous curse while grinning.

If the man hadn't arrived in time and used magic to save the girl, I'm afraid the girl would have become a mutilated corpse in Furstenberg Square that night.

And there are countless witnesses like her in Paris!

"Mr. Bogut, tell me, what is going on in this world?"

The girl stared at the sky and said dully.

Hearing this, the man named Boggart felt pain in his heart, but he forced a smile on his face and said:

"It's going to be okay, little Erin, everything's going to be okay, I promise!"

Boggart has full confidence in this.

As long as the French Ministry of Magic is unblocked and his Aurors and Strikers come out, all the chaos will be over.

The light of order will once again envelope all of France.

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

Using magic, this shouldn't be too difficult.

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

Or, simply confess your love to little Eileen so that she can stay in the magical world?

When he thought of this, Boggart felt that his face was a little hot, and he hurriedly stretched out his hands to rub it, otherwise it would turn red in a while.

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

He just knew that he liked to be with little Irene.

Maybe this is what his mother often told him, love.

Boggart picked up the coffee and took a sip. The coffee inside was a little cold, but Boggart felt warm in his heart.

However, at this moment, little Erin screamed.

Her eyes were full of fear, and she hugged Boggart hard, and the huge movement knocked the coffee out of Boggart's hand.

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

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

Boggart thought subconsciously.

But 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 French Ministry of Magic.

Wait, the Ministry of Magic of China?

The boggart felt like something exploded inside his brain.

The terrifying impact directly blasted all his thoughts into blankness.

He had indeed seen the news in the French Wizarding Post about the attack on Hogwarts and the declaration of war by the Ministry of Magic of the United States on the French wizarding world.

But he never took that seriously.

After all, with the current chaotic state of the French magic world, it is impossible to attack the French 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 declaring war, it was probably made up by the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China in order to divert internal conflicts.

The Chinese people can definitely do this kind of thing.

Those pirates are barbarians who like to lie.

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

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!..."

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

This voice finally woke the Boggart out of his sluggish state.

"Little Erin! Run away!"

Boggart shouted as he thrust a small mug door key into little Erin's arms.

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

Little Erin, who was caught in it, seemed to be aware of the Boggart's intentions, and stretched out her hand to catch the Boggart, but was dodged by the Boggart.

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

In the center of the formation, a figure has appeared.

"Come on! Damn you guys! I'm not afraid of you! I'm a French Auror!"

The boggart roared and fired a bright ray.

This 'Thunderbolt Explosion' is Boggart's best attack magic. At this moment, the rage and rage have condensed nearly half of the magic power in Boggart's body.

It was like a meteor flying backwards, shooting straight into the sky.

However, the moment he approached the formation, he was dispersed by the figure in the center with a wave of his hand.

Then, the figure looked down.

The young face of the other party made Boggart's pupils shrink suddenly.

He recognized the other's identity.

Link Foley!

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

He is also one of the three committee members of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China!

Fear and anger filled the boggart's mind.

He roared and raised his wand again.

But Link's movements were faster than him.

"boom--"

A huge beam of disappearing curse light struck down.

There were no horrific explosions or earth-shattering noises.

Under the shroud of the light beam, the entire Furstenberg Square and the Boggart disappeared in an instant like an ice cream cake that had been scooped out.

After the light beam dissipated.

The original location of Furstenberg Platz.

A huge cylindrical pit appeared in front of everyone.

Through the pit that is hundreds of meters deep, people can clearly see the magic shield that shines with light silver, as well as the French Ministry of Magic.

"Now, follow me!"

Link said expressionlessly.

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

In just an instant, the powerful magic shield surrounding the surface of the French Ministry of Magic was shattered by Link's powerful curse magic.

Behind him, thousands of combat wizards with the coat of arms of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China on their chests were walking out of the teleportation formation in a steady stream.

They are so excited.

So many of them, old hunters from the Foley family hunting group, laughed wildly in the air and shot magic marks one after another.

Those magics roared and exploded in the air, eventually turning into the M-shaped emblem of the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China and the sea monster emblem of the Foley family.

A large number of markers of various colors almost cover the entire sky.

Let everyone in Paris witness their arrival!

Link had no intention of stopping them, even though what these 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 revenge has to be kept secretive, what's the point of revenge?

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

Before he even landed on the ground, Link's body was already wrapped in a layer of mist armor. At the same time, the strong curse magic penetrated below and made several sweeping back and forth at extremely fast speeds.

This was necessary to disrupt the formation of the French wizards below.

Otherwise, even Link, who is in the mid-level legendary level, would be in a lot of trouble if hundreds of French wizards gathered fire in such a small space.

But when Link actually landed, he realized that his arrangement was completely over-thought.

Because there was not even a single person in the entire huge hall of the French Ministry of Magic.

The entire hall was full of dried blood and various rubble and bricks, as if it were the ruins after a war broke out!

This made Link frown deeply.