The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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Paris.

Furstenberg Square.

A large flock of crows is roaming from the ground.

They searched for food patiently and seemed very happy.

Originally this was not their feeding point.

After all, Furstenberg Square is just a small square in the 6th arrondissement of Paris. Although the usual flow of people is not small, there are not so many people who are boring enough to buy bread crumbs to feed the crows.

If people want to feed them, they also feed the pigeons!

But things are different now.

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

Afterwards, a large group of humans wearing reflective vests blocked the entire square with a security tape, turning the once lively small square into a ghost that no one dared to set foot on, and also a paradise for crows.

Although the group of humans has taken away all the bodies of their kind.

But the crows are not dissatisfied with this.

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

Now that the big head has been taken away by humans, there is 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 rebuke came suddenly.

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

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

Really poor.

This human is probably unable to grab his own kind, so he came to grab food from them, right?

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

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

He was an Auror at the French Ministry of Magic, but now he's a volunteer who keeps Furstenberg Square in order and keeps no one near.

Well, one hundred francs a day.

Of course, he wasn't here to volunteer for a little Muggle money.

But because he has no way to return to the French Ministry of Magic.

Since that day Beauxbatons' old Norton committed suicide in the halls of the French Ministry of Magic, the entire French wizarding world has been thrown into complete chaos.

Angry people attempt to storm the Ministry of Magic.

Cruel thugs hide in it.

In the end, a tragic tragedy finally broke out.

That night, Furstenberg Square was covered in blood, and Lionheart Street was almost reduced to ruins.

In the face of such a desperate disaster, even the most kind-hearted people in the past showed a hideous face.

This is a necessary means of self-protection.

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

At the same time, the French Ministry of Magic also went directly into a closed state.

Not only those thugs and the public can't get in, but even Aurors like men who are out on a mission can't get in.

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

"call-"

Thinking back on the scene that night, the man only felt that his eyes were sore, and he took several deep breaths in a row to hold back the gushing tears again.

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

"Have a drink to warm you up."

The blonde girl holding the coffee quilt said.

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

This made the man a little dumbfounded.

He took the coffee and raised it, respecting the girl, and then he didn't say anything. He just held coffee with the girl and looked at the crows circling in the sky mocking them.

The girl is a real Muggle.

Ancestors never had the kind of wizards.

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

He's a pure-blood wizard!

Although blood theory is not very popular in France, 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, that night, the so-called pure-blood wizards displayed far more brutality and despicableness than other wizards or Muggles!

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

In the riots that lasted for nearly a week, it was not only the wizards who were injured.

Muggles suffer more than wizards.

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

This makes them straight-up targets for wizard thugs.

The man had only read the Muggle media coverage of the riot yesterday.

They described it as a demonstration against rising baguette prices.

Taking to the streets for a few baguettes may sound outrageous, but it's so normal in France.

What really sets it apart from other parades is the sheer number of casualties it inflicted.

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

And as far as men know, the real actual number is dozens of times higher.

Because the group of mad thugs and wizards completely ignored the "Secret Law" and directly used a variety of powerful spells including flames, thunder explosions and even fiery fires on the surrounding Muggle buildings, which directly led to the The surroundings of Sternberg Square were almost completely turned into ruins, how could there be few casualties?

Of course.

All of these things have turned into things like car bombs and gas explosions in the mouth of the Muggle press.

This is their best effort to maintain the Secrecy Act.

Unfortunately, the effect of this approach is not as significant as it used to be.

Because the French Ministry of Magic has closed itself, without the cooperation of the Reversing Occasional Magic Events Team and the Memory Write-off Command, so many witnesses at the scene could not be controlled at all.

The girl next to the man is a perfect example.

This poor girl lives near Furstenberg Square.

In the past few days, she has witnessed the thugs directing the dozens of meters high fire to devour high-rise buildings, and also witnessed the thugs smirking and killing their parents with a death curse.

If the man hadn't arrived in time to save the girl with magic, I'm afraid the girl would have been reduced to a broken body on Furstenberg Square that night.

And there are countless witnesses like her in Paris now!

"Mr. Boggart, you say, what the **** is going on in this world?"

The girl stared at the sky and said dully.

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

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

On this point, Bogut has plenty of confidence.

As long as the French Ministry of Magic is lifted, all the chaos will end when his Aurors and Strikers are out at the same time.

The light of order will reappear all over France.

And at that time, he will also give little Irene a good place.

With magic, it shouldn't be too difficult.

For example, use a Confusion Charm on the head of the bank and let him admit Little Irene or something like that.

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

Thinking of this, Boggart felt a little hot on his face, and hurriedly reached out and rubbed it, or else it would turn red in a while.

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

He just knew that he liked being with little Irene.

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

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

However, at this moment, the little Irene next to her screamed.

Her eyes were full of fear, and she hugged Bogut hard, and the huge movement directly knocked off the coffee in Bogut's hand.

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

‘This is the French Ministry of Magic finally unblocking? ’

Boggart thought subconsciously.

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

Because the most shining part of the emblem in the center of the formation does belong to the Ministry of Magic, but it is very different from the French Ministry of Magic. It seems that it is more like the emblem of the Ministry of Magic of the country.

Wait, the Ministry of Magic?

Boggart felt something explode in his brain.

The terrifying impact directly blew all his thoughts into a blank.

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

But he never took that seriously.

After all, with the current state of chaos in the French magic world, it is impossible to attack the magic world of the country, let alone cause huge casualties to Hogwarts, where a powerful legendary wizard like Dumbledore is stationed.

So this must be a rumor in his mind.

As for things like declaring war, it is probably made up by the Ministry of Magic of the country to divert internal conflicts.

This kind of thing can definitely be done by the people of the country.

Those pirates were savages who liked to lie.

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

"Vengeance! Revenge! Revenge!..."

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

This voice finally woke Boggart from his sluggish state.

"Little Irene! Run away!"

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

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

Little Irene, who was caught in it, seemed to sense Bogut's intentions, and reached out to catch Bogut, but Bogut avoided him.

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

At the most central position of the formation, a figure has already appeared.

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

Boggart roared and shot a bright ray.

This 'Thunderbolt' is Bogut's best attacking magic, and at this moment, under his anger, nearly half of Bogut's whole body's magic power has been condensed.

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

But at the moment of approaching the formation, it was dispersed by the silhouette in the center.

Then, the figure looked down.

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

He recognized the other's identity.

Link Foley!

The terrorist who was rumored to have attacked Beauxbatons with Dumbledore.

He is also one of the three members of the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom!

Fear and anger flooded Boggart's brain.

He roared and raised his wand again.

But Link moved faster than him.

"boom-"

A huge beam of disappearing curse light blasted down.

No terrifying explosions, no earth-shattering sounds.

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

After the beam of light dissipated.

The original location of Furstenberg Square.

A huge cylindrical pothole appeared in front of everyone.

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

"Now, follow me!"

Link said expressionlessly.

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

In just an instant, the powerful magical shield that surrounded the surface of the French Ministry of Magic was shattered by Link's tyrannical curse and magic.

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

They are so excited.

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

The magic roared and exploded in the air, eventually turning into the M-shaped badge of the Ministry of Magic and the sea monster of the Foley family.

A large number of colored markers cover almost 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 was doing was enough to send the blood pressure of every member of the Division of Magical Accidents and Disasters soaring.

Because that's what he wanted.

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

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

Before the person landed, Link was already wrapped in a layer of fog armor, and at the same time, the strong curse magic power penetrated into the ground 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 rank, will encounter a lot of trouble in that kind of small space to be focused by hundreds of French wizards.

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

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

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

This made Link's brows furrowed deeply.