Hogwarts Blood Curse Martial Arts

Therefore, outside of the wizard banks across Europe, no tank is even allowed to move, and all the solution in the engine can only be spent on strengthening the magic resistance of the gun body and breech block. As long as it moves and shoots, it won't take five minutes for them all to lie down, and it can't even shoot the shells. The fundamental reason is that there is not enough magic source!

Their magic cannonballs are very sufficient, and the production process is just an enlarged version of inferior wands. A large number of artificial diamonds full of magic are embedded as the magic source. It has nothing to do with the gunner, it is all guided by the Eastern marking magic.

However, the magic solution in the tank is limited, so no movement is the iron rule of this operation!

If Chen Bin could have foreseen the goblin's rebellion, he would not have allowed the factory to produce shells instead of solution. He would have been eager to dissolve the diamonds in the shells into magic solution to extend the duration of the bombardment.

The equipment from various places arrived on the battlefield as scheduled at 11:00 last night, but it still took a lot of time to assemble and debug, so the unified general attack time could only be postponed.

No one expected that the technician who arrived with the flight did not understand foreign languages, so the local Ministry of Magic temporarily called the Muggle department to find an interpreter. After a lot of back and forth, it was already two hours later when the translator, Muggle military technicians and tank crews actually started debugging.

Since his own side also needed time for debugging and installation, Chen Bin worked with the commanders of the Ministry of Magic and prepared a surrender letter to the goblin commander. He also called it a peace-loving goblin for three hours. Evacuation time.

"Reporting to the director, everything is ready." Moody propped up his iconic wooden leg and saluted Chen Bin with a military salute.

At this moment, Chen Bin felt that this style of painting was very strange.

This is obviously a magical world, but the famous Auror is standing next to an oriental-style tank on the streets of London, wearing a medieval black armor with a helmet, saluting Chen Bin with a modern British military salute.

Chen Bin returned a military salute to him, explained the next arrangements, and then apparated to the coffee shop at the corner of the street.

"Your satellite phone."

As soon as Chen Bin took his seat, Penello handed over the mobile phone with an extra-long antenna.

He looked at his watch. There were still ten minutes left before the general attack. The fact that the Aurors from various countries hadn't called yet meant that everything was business as usual.

This tank transportation mission still had enough capacity. In desperation, these tanks all had their gun barrels removed, and they were forced into the cabin of the civil aviation aircraft with the shrinking and lightening spells cast on them.

I heard, just heard, that the Russian Ministry of Magic even commandeered hundreds of Il-76 military transport aircraft and packed up hundreds of tanks and transported them away, some of which were hung under the wings in traceless stretch bags...

This rumor is very Lao Maozi's style. Anyway, the magic circles in Eastern Europe are following suit. Otherwise, the biggest obstacle to this operation will not be the magic solution, but the transportation capacity.

"How is Gemma doing?" a gentle female voice asked softly.

Chen Bin looked up and saw that Penello was twirling her fingers with her head down, causing Chen Bin to mistakenly think that she was talking to herself.

(｀ω)b: "She is doing quite well. She has become the external liaison officer of the Enchanting Enterprise. She travels back and forth between the East and London several times a week. She is almost becoming a trapeze artist."

"Oh...that's pretty good..." Penello suddenly became depressed and stopped talking.

Chen Bin saw that she didn't really know Farley very well, and asked curiously: "What? Didn't you keep in touch after graduation?"

"Yes." Penello nodded: "I have been training in the organization for a year, and I have basically cut off contact with my past friends. Even if I can return to the magic world with this identity now, I am embarrassed to take the initiative to communicate with them Contact. I don’t know how to explain where I have been for more than a year..."

The more she spoke, the softer her voice became. Chen Bin guessed the last sentence based on the shape of her mouth.

"You regret it." Chen Bin used an affirmative sentence and guessed it from her expression.

"Yes, I regret it." Penello met Chen Bin's eyes and did not hide her emotions. "In the organization, wizards like us are isolated existences, and everyone regards us as aliens; in the magic world, we are betrayers, and everyone will cast aside us as soon as our identity is discovered. I feel that now He is not a human being inside and out, and no amount of high wages and benefits can make up for the regret in his heart."

(*ω`*): "Do you really want to come to the East? We never discriminate against extraordinary people. My workshop is quite short of people."

"Your company is still a workshop? Who are you kidding?" Penello rolled his eyes and shook his head: "You don't discriminate against witchcraft, but you are very xenophobic!"

"Uh..." Chen Bin was speechless.

Eastern countries are quite foreign-friendly on the surface, but they are really xenophobic in their hearts. They have never been a country of immigrants.

\\(ω`)/: "Hey, don't I have a foreigner's face? Everyone also regards me as one of their own..."

"Because you are originally an Oriental, and you identify yourself very much with your identity, and you are even proud of it. There is an old saying among you that people who go to the East are Orientals, and those who go to barbaric places are barbarians. You have long been Orientalized, no, It should be said that you have considered yourself an Oriental since you were born, and you have never questioned this. However, I am also a Westerner from my thinking to my blood, and I cannot integrate into your country at all. I understand."

Chen Bin was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He didn't expect that the intelligence work on the witch decision-making team was so in place. "Yo~ I didn't expect you to even investigate this. If you want to return to the magical world, you can actually find Dumbledore. He can help people like you return to the magical world without being liquidated."

"Dumbledore is indeed not dead." Penello stared at Chen Bin keenly and said every word.

(*σ`)σ: "Who are you lying to? If you believe that Dumbledore is dead, will you still cooperate with our operation? It's too late to kneel down and lick the mysterious man, right?"

Penello was speechless. After the last war, Muggle society could no longer be tough on Voldemort, otherwise it would not have obediently handed over the sky-high military expenditures last year.

"Do you still miss Percy? I heard that he still has a photo of you and him hanging in his bedroom."

Chen Bin asked suddenly with a mean expression. She was so embarrassed that she was at a loss and her face was flushed.

Just as she instinctively shook her head in refusal, the satellite phone rang.

Chen Bin's face became serious, and he no longer had his original funny character.

_: "Hey, what's going on? Yes, I'm Aaron Naama, who are you? Okay, the password is correct. Now that they have decided to attack, we will all start bombarding in thirty seconds. Goodbye."

As soon as he hung up the phone, Chen Bin used a loudspeaker spell to relay the message: "I am Aaron Naama, and tonight's password is: Da-pao-kai-xi! In one minute, the bank operation will officially begin!"

After he said this, he put his wand back into his bag and sat in his chair doing nothing. No one needs to direct the next battle, and no one can change the outcome.

There was no fluctuation in his heart, even a little...

"Uh, I'm sorry, what are you laughing at?" Penello asked nervously: "Also, the phone call just now was..."

"The satellite phone must have been monitored by your superiors, so it doesn't matter if I tell you." Chen Bin put the phone back in his pocket and said calmly: "The wizard bank in Lithuania was so impatient that it actually opened the door and launched an attack. Goblin I thought the magic world over there was not strong, so I gave them a warning first."

Penello immediately became nervous and asked stammering: "Then, are we going to launch an offensive too? Will they share the pressure with us? I heard that there are also goblin exclusives among the banks. The transfer magic can instantly transfer living things and wealth to a branch thousands of miles away? Do you want me to notify the organization to contact Lithuania immediately..."

"Calm down." Chen Bin said calmly: "Since you are monitoring the satellite phone, your superiors have already done what you thought of. Now we just need to wait for the results."

It's not that Chen Bin is pretending to be a strategist. The fact is that there is no point in commanding anything other than the surrender of one side in a war.

The goblins have never seen the power of the enchanted cannon; the Aurors and Muggle executives also don't know how powerful the bank's defense system is.

If there are any big changes next, such as malfunctions, explosions, or even fire dragons and other ferocious beasts released by the opponent, no one will be able to correct these problems in a short time.

To put it more harshly, now, just like those black uncles in Africa or those oil countries, armed with the highest level of modern weapons in the world, fighting the most unskilled war in the world, not everyone has the step-by-step instruction like the African uncles. With tank cooperation, we can still win completely in a one versus two battle.

If the bombardment is not effective, Aurors in full black armor will eventually have to carry out a medieval magic attack, which is much worse than the World War II routine of "infantry charges, artillery bombardment, artillery bombardment is completed, infantry charges".

As Chen Bin shot his most powerful magic spell into the sky, the Illumination Spell, as a signal for a general attack, the war finally began.

For this beam of white light that pierced the sky, Chen Bin practiced for half an hour by the lakeside of Hogwarts last night?

What effect does it have? Take command! Who can you expect the lighting spell to kill? Chen Bin thought of this curse that was most familiar to him and smiled bitterly again.

Gringotts, in the Round Office.

"What? The Lithuanian branch acted first? Tell them to return to the bank quickly. The wizard must have arranged a trap! Hurry!" The chief goblin stood up excitedly.

But the grassroots goblin in charge of communications stammered: "But but but, we can't contact them anymore!"

"It's impossible for wizards to capture the Lithuanian branch so quickly..." The chief goblin was still muttering to himself, but Ragno interrupted: "Didn't it fall? Didn't you notice the chaotic magic outside?"