Chinese students at Hogwarts

The yellow scarf warriors were like two tanks, rampaging on the streets, and the two huge shields blocked all the flying spells.

I have to say that the manpower brought by Yaxley can indeed be regarded as elite.

They were experienced in fighting, and when they found that simple magic spells could not cause effective damage, they immediately dispersed.

Use transfiguration and other indirect auxiliary spells to attack.

Facts have proved that wizards are not unable to come up with attack methods such as changing the terrain, but most people are keen on shooting spells at each other.

The fierce wind mixed with the blazing flames brought the fire just howling and sweeping over.

A few more elite wands who cooperated tacitly sprayed out torrents of water like water guns from their tips.

As soon as it was poured on the Yellow Turban Warrior's body, he was frozen by the freezing spell again.

The yellow scarf warrior lowered his head, only to find that the ground beneath his feet had become as soft as a swamp.

Looking at the trapped Yellow Turban Warrior, Yaxley felt a little calmer in his heart.

He sneered: "It turned out to be just something to scare people."

At this moment, the yellow scarf warrior suddenly squatted down slowly, crossed his arms on his chest, and roared angrily.

He made a gesture to break free, and circles of air waves spread from the surroundings, accompanied by crackling explosions and smoke filling the air.

An indescribable sense of depression came from the smoke, and the batters looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.

They backed away cautiously and carefully raised their wands.

Alex tilted his head at a man wearing a top hat. The man in the top hat nodded, stepped forward and waved his wand vigorously.

[whirlwind sweeps away]

A strong wind blew from the ground, and among the smoke and dust, two tall figures stepped through the smoke and slowly walked out.

I saw that the originally bloated golden armor had disappeared.

Hercules! But see:

The face is like ruby, and the beard is like soap velvet. He seems to have a body of ten feet and a strength of a thousand kilograms vertically and horizontally.

On the side of the yellow scarf, the golden ring is shining with the sun's rays; in the middle of the embroidered jacket, the iron armor is covered with frost and swallows the shadow of the moon. He always protects the Dharma in front of the altar and subdues demons every time he comes to the world.

Zhang Chengdao stood on the high platform, maintaining his superior demeanor, while his wife was recording the video.

She had to keep the look down no matter what, she scratched her itch calmly, motioned for Li Qingshu to come closer, and then slowly opened her mouth to educate her son:

"Xiaoxiao, our Taoist sect is in China and can borrow the power of heaven. This yellow scarf warrior is the guardian general of the Taoist sect who is above the fifth rank.

The higher the level, the stronger. Remember I told you that the Taoist sect’s greatest wish is for the peace of the country and the people, apart from peace in the world and the disappearance of ghosts and monsters.

The most important reason is that the scope of heaven follows the country's map. When the hearts of the people of the world are integrated with the country, the country becomes the heart of heaven! "

After the two yellow turban warriors took off their heavy armor, it was as if the limiter was opened, and streamers were seen flying. The two yellow turban warriors, who were like deformed creations, were as fast as galloping horses.

In just a blink of an eye, they rushed into the crowd. The two yellow scarf warriors kept Zhang Chengdao's order in mind, knocked out the strikers from the Ministry of Magic, and then tied them with ribbons.

Not long after, a series of figures strung up on the ribbon. This method of relying on speed to fight closely made these wizards extremely uncomfortable.

Yaxley watched with dizzy eyes as the manpower he had developed so painstakingly was consumed in a very short period of time.

Anger and fear were like poisonous snakes biting away at his sanity.

When he saw the two devil-like figures rushing over with a series of tied up people, he tremblingly raised his wand.

A fierce flame spurted out from the tip of the wand. It was just a small point at first, but the flame swelled in the wind and turned into a fire snake. It only swam around for a while and then ignited the nearby house. The fire The snake immediately turned into a fire python.

After setting the fire, he ran back without looking back, hating in his heart why he had forbidden Apparition just now.

Otherwise, he would have run away by now.

Among the people arrested by the Ministry of Magic, someone screamed in horror:

"Fierce Fire! It's the Fierce Fire Curse!"

On the high platform, Zhang Chengdao's eyes narrowed. Of course he had heard of the reputation of the Fire Curse. This extremely powerful flame would become stronger as time went by, burning more things.

It is said that if this kind of flame is not controlled, it can even destroy a city!

But is there anything wrong with using Li Huo here?

Zhang Chengdao took out a small flag from somewhere, threw it forward, and bowed:

"Water please!"

There was another dull thunder in the sky, and Alex saw the Asian man on the high platform suddenly wave his hand, and a ball of extremely clear, almost transparent water came rushing from a distance.

"Idiot!" Yaxley quickened his pace of escape and showed a contemptuous smile: "Water cannot be extinguished -"

"Chichichichi -" I saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the fire python formed by the fierce fire. Yaxley looked at the small group of almost invisible water in horror, just like dousing out a group of candles, The fierce fire was extinguished easily!

"This is impossible!" Yaxley even forgot to escape, except for special spell-breaking or a closed space composed entirely of incombustible materials.

He had never seen a fire spell extinguished by water.

Zhang Chengdao put his hands behind his back and quietly turned his body so that his most handsome profile was facing the photo stone held by his wife.

With a single step, he stepped out of the high platform and stepped into the void. The next moment, he was standing in front of Yaxley.

The Taoist God shrinks to an inch!

Yaxley looked at Zhang Chengdao who suddenly appeared in front of him, without thinking about how he broke through the anti-disapparation spell.

Instead, he raised his magic wand and shouted in a sullen voice:

"I am Yaxley, Master of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, and I order you -"

Zhang Chengdao swung his arms, a secret message from the Zhang family!

"Pop!" There was a crisp sound, and the 'criminals' who were huddled around and watched couldn't help but twitch their faces twice and took a breath.

Because he was afraid that he would slap his head directly to 360 degrees, Zhang Chengdao deliberately used clever force.

Yaxley spun several times in the air, but before he landed, Zhang Chengdao saw the right opportunity and slapped him again with his backhand.

"Whoosh-pop!"

Yaxley, who had just finished rotating clockwise, immediately rotated three and a half times counterclockwise.

When he landed dizzy, he felt only a strange long ringing in his ears, his mind went blank, and his cheeks were burning like fire.

Zhang Chengdao reached out and pulled his collar, looked at Yaxley with frightened eyes and a face as swollen as a pig's head, and said softly:

"Go back and tell the Ministry of Magic that the East is not a place he can touch! More than a thousand years ago, we said this to the church and wizards. If you have forgotten, go back and remember it now!

By the way, I want to ask Fudge, does he want to start a war with Daomen? "

"Did he really say that?"

Fudge put his hands into his pockets to hide his trembling hands, and his chubby face was covered with sweat.

"Yes -" Yaxley stood in front of him and had to say that it was just like the old master couldn't detoxify the basilisk and could only suppress it.

The anti-swelling potion commonly used in the West could not reduce the swelling on Yaxley's cheeks. He could only raise the collar of his clothes to cover Tebo's warthog-like cheeks.

In Fudge's view, wherever Zhang Chengdao hit Yaxley's face, he hit him clearly, the Ministry of Magic's face!

But when I think of the terrifying fighting power Yaxley described, he is just a person from the East!

He didn't even take action himself!

"Where are those batters? Are they all dead?" Fudge didn't notice at all that his voice was hoarse and obscure.

"No, the oriental man said that they should build all the destroyed houses brick by brick. They were not allowed to use magic and had to do it themselves.

After covering it, we can plant sugar cane for another three years and then put it back."

No magic allowed!

Fudge felt a chill running up his spine. For wizards, not being allowed to use magic was one of the cruelest punishments.

Otherwise, breaking the wand would not be the most severe punishment. The goblins rebelled many times because they did not have the right to possess wands.

The wand is the wizard's second life!

‘Bang! ’

The office door was pushed open again, and Greengrass rushed in regardless of etiquette.

He walked quickly to Fudge and said in an angry and slightly frightened tone:

"Those despicable dwarfs at the Magic House deceived us!

After my repeated questioning, they told the truth! Those people in the East are terrifyingly strong, but they like to stay in China and almost never leave there!

They didn't come back because of some bullshit lack of manpower, but because the most powerful family in Japan was killed by Dongfang! "

Kill them all? Fudge's body couldn't help but tremble. Except for dark wizards, fights between wizards rarely involve killing.

Even Grindelwald was just the result of being imprisoned. If it weren't for monsters like dementors, Azkaban would become a punishment more terrifying than death.

Otherwise, the maximum penalty in the wizarding world is life imprisonment.

So the East is not only powerful, but also extremely cruel and violent?

Fudge felt a bitter taste in his mouth. In his heart, Dongfang was just a small person who managed the exchange and had such powerful power. So where was the real powerful person?

Thus, a wonderful misunderstanding was formed - Dongfang Renjun Zhang Chengdao.

Just like Muggles in America are either extremely optimistic or extremely pessimistic.

The same is true for Daying, who is the biological father of the United States.

The speed at which Fudge went from extreme optimism before the real contact to extreme pessimism was like a roller coaster. Now all he could think about was how to dump the blame and how to preserve his position.

This is no small matter!

If only Yaxley was injured, it would just become another of Fudge's secrets, but there were still more than 30 hitters captured.

This accounts for almost one-fifth of the power of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic!

They are not alone, they have families and relatives, although Yaxley has won over these people for his own use.

But it does not mean that these strikers are loyal Death Eaters and can sacrifice themselves for the Dark Lord at any time.

Besides, among the real Death Eaters, apart from Bella, Crouch and a few other idiots, how many are truly loyal to Voldemort?

Isn’t it all for the family business?

There was silence in the luxurious Minister of Magic's office. It was obviously equipped with extremely comfortable constant temperature magic, but Fudge felt as if he was being heated by a fire.

He took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat on his face, his plump cheeks twitching.

what to do?

Now how to do?

Who to blame?

Fudge's eyes slowly moved to Yaxley's face, his expression unclear.

"Mr. Minister, where are the strikers sent?"

Greengrass asked suddenly.

"They were caught doing hard labor"

Fudge dryly repeated what Yaxley had just said.

So there was another embarrassing silence in the office.

Greengrass stood up as if running for his life:

"I have to go back and discuss it, Mr. Minister, I'm leaving first!"

Fudge opened his mouth, wanting to call out Greengrass who was urging him to do these things, but he thought of the Galleons in his vault.

He could only choose to close his mouth, so Fudge turned his face and looked at Yaxley gloomily:

"Then, let's now discuss the issue of you disobeying the Ministry of Magic's orders and privately provoking the Ministry of Magic of other countries."

Yaxley's face suddenly turned pale, and then turned red again.

This damn, hypocritical, despicable fat man wants to dump the responsibility on me!

U.K.

In a quaint mansion, in the magnificent hall, a huge fireplace is burning.

In the soft and comfortable armchair, the deformed Voldemort narrowed his slender eyes and enjoyed the baking of the fire.

Bella was lying on the sofa not far away, playing with her hair out of boredom.

From time to time, he looked at Umbridge who was kneeling on the ground respectfully like a black toad with disgust.

"Master, this is the situation. Fudge obviously messed up. The power of that ancient country in the east is beyond the imagination of purebloods."

Umbridge moved her fat ass and leaned forward, her voice becoming sweeter and more respectful:

"Master, I think the most important thing for us is to restore you to prosperity, Master. Making money is not important. As long as you restore your health, the wealth of the entire world will be at your fingertips. Purebloods do this - isn't it a bit -"

! ! !

Although the words were not spoken, Umbridge's words were extremely heart-wrenching, and they clearly meant that these purebloods put making money higher than Voldemort.

Those purebloods hurriedly knelt on the ground, swearing loudly that they did not think so, and stared at Umbridge in front of them with vicious eyes.

Umbridge was not worried at all about this kind of gaze. Years of working in the Ministry of Magic had taught her that as long as she hugged the top thigh, others did not need to worry.

Just like there are many people in the Ministry of Magic who want her to die, will this delay her from becoming Deputy Minister?

So as long as Voldemort feels his loyalty, no one else matters.

This is how Umbridge survives!

Sure enough, Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and said sarcastically:

"Umbridge, well, you did a good job, I feel your loyalty, and as for our cunning pure-blood friends, I certainly know what's going on.

But it doesn't matter. I'm willing to give a lot of wealth to people like them whose loyalty is mixed with many other things.

What about those who are loyal to me? "

The kneeling figures became lower, they were as silent as a chill, not daring to make a sound. As long as Bella jumped up and stood on the sofa, letting out a crazy laugh:

"Master! I don't want anything! I just want to follow you!"

"Yes, Bella, you are different, and you, Barty."

A thin and handsome young man bowed gracefully.

Voldemort looked at Umbridge again:

"So Fudge is useless?"

"Yes, my master"

"Then - let's get started. I'm very interested in your and Barty's plan. Don't let me down. Squeeze out the last value of Fudge!"

"Your will is my only one, Master!"

Umbridge put her forehead on the floor feverishly, tears streaming down her face, but if she looked closely, she could see the vicious smile she couldn't suppress.

Fudge, whatever you did to me back then, I will pay you back twice as much!

This is just the beginning!

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