The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

At this moment, Mrs. Foley's body erupted with a power that was difficult for Old Clay to understand.

With the pair of small hands clamping his neck and lifting him up, Old Kled was unable to break away for a moment and couldn't speak. He had to stick out his tongue and kick his legs to struggle.

Emily, who originally looked resolute on the side, finally couldn't help but blush when she saw Mrs. Foley.

He whimpered and tried to hug Mrs. Foley, but was roughly pushed away.

Mrs. Foley was now like a ferocious lioness.

Her ferocious face, twisted with anger, made everyone lower their heads in guilt.

You must know that although Link suddenly entered the "Mike Transformation State" on the battlefield and gained power that could almost compete with Voldemort, no one dares to guarantee that Link will come back safely this time.

Voldemort, that is the dark cloud that has been hanging over the entire magical world of the country for more than ten years!

Which of these people here did not grow up listening to the horror stories of Voldemort?

Even with Link's ideological transformation, most of these people still only dare to use "You-Know-Who" to refer to Voldemort to this day.

Among all the people, Old Klie was undoubtedly the most uneasy.

It was his order to take the lead in retreating before Link.

From the standpoint at the time, his decision was not wrong.

Because they had become a drag on Link at that time, it would be best for Link to evacuate as soon as possible.

But these things really cannot be said at this moment.

Who knows how the furious Mrs. Foley would understand what he had done?

In fact, Old Kelie's worries were completely unnecessary.

Because Mrs. Foley didn't even think about investigating why these people came back but Link didn't.

At least I don't want to pursue it now.

With a wave of her hand, a display window in the corner turned over, revealing a brand new fireplace.

"Everyone, follow me back to Diagon Alley now. I want..."

"No way!"

Before Mrs. Foley could finish her words, Old Clay interrupted with gritted teeth.

If Link has a higher chance of returning while on the battlefield, then he is basically dead after Mrs. Foley goes.

This will directly lead to the complete collapse of the Foley family.

After all, if Link really dies, the Foley family will still need Mrs. Foley to be at the helm.

However, Old Kreid ignored one point.

That's all Mrs. Foley's strength actually comes from Link.

It's because she has such a silly son that she forces herself to do things that even her husband can't do well, and demands perfection in everything.

Now that something happened to Link, she had no interest in continuing to deal with other people or other things.

Listening to Old Kelley's voice, Mrs. Foley didn't say a word, she just turned around and looked at him coldly.

Beckman, who had been silent at the side, took out his wand and pointed it at Old Kled.

At the same time, dense footsteps also sounded around the secret room.

Dozens of old saints in dark robes came out from all corners, and together with several old saints who had returned from the battlefield, they surrounded the hunter and Old Kled.

There was even a faint green light flashing on the tips of the staffs they held high.

Just wait for an order from Beckman or Mrs. Foley, and the death curse that is gathering momentum will pour out.

Seeing this, the hunters who had suffered heavy casualties instantly became panicked.

Old Kelie's face was filled with sadness.

As a centralized organization with Link as its absolute core and even a cult of personality, the disadvantages of the Foley family were clearly revealed at this moment.

It was fine when Link was around.

Whether it is an old saint, a hunter, or some other people with ulterior motives, they will unconditionally choose to surrender.

But if something happens to Link, it will be over.

The entire family will fall apart in an instant.

If I have to say it, the current situation may be better.

After all, it is just the west wind that overwhelms the east wind. After the hunting force becomes smaller or even disappears, at least the Foley family will continue to exist, but their power will be much weakened.

Mrs. Foley was not as sentimental as old Clay.

Ever since she learned that something might happen to Link, Mrs. Foley has returned to her tough, ruthless self that had controlled the Foley family for more than ten years.

She knew exactly what her father was up to.

But she doesn't care.

Because the behavior of Old Kelie and others coming back alone is even more damning!

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in Mrs. Foley's eyes became a little stronger.

But at this moment, another strong spatial fluctuation came from the secret room.

Circles of ripples twisted and stirred in the air. Si Gefen and Newland appeared first and fell to the ground hard, causing nosebleeds.

Immediately afterwards, Link's figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

"Link!"

"commander!"

"Patriarch!"

……

The serious atmosphere of the confrontation in the secret room disappeared instantly.

Everyone was screaming and rushing towards Link.

Mrs. Foley and Emily once again demonstrated unusual powers.

They quickly pulled away the old saint or hunter who was blocking the way, directly supported Link who almost fell down when he suddenly landed, and then quickly groped for Link's body with their hands to check the injury.

Although Mike has shown extremely high combat qualities in previous battles.

But his crazy and desperate fighting style still caused Link's body to be covered with blue and black bruises of different sizes, and some places even simply rotted away - this was caused by the corrosive effect of Voldemort's blood thunder.

Carefully counting Link's wounds, Mrs. Foley and Emily's tears kept rolling down like broken pearls.

Especially Mrs. Foley.

Without witnessing it with her own eyes, it was hard for her to imagine how dangerous the battle was that would cause Link to suffer so much damage.

Link's face was twisted in pain from their actions, but he still reached out to brush away the tears on their faces, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter was so crazy that the hunters who were still pushing forward in the secret room involuntarily stopped and looked at each other.

But the next moment, everyone saw Link raising a pure gold cup high.

This is Hufflepuff's golden cup.

It is also the ultimate purpose of their trip.

The appearance of the golden cup reminded everyone.

Their mission this time has been successfully completed.

Moreover, it was completed under the obstruction of Auror and Voldemort!

After a brief moment of sluggishness, deafening cheers erupted from the crowd.

Everyone who had experienced that battle looked at Link in the center of the crowd with fanatical eyes. Even the seriously injured soldiers forced themselves to sit up and cheer for Link.

Only they knew what Link had done.

That's Voldemort!

It is a terrifying existence that has reduced the population of wizards in the country by more than [-]% (deaths and immigrants) in a few years.

Most of the wizards in the country would tremble with fear just hearing this name.

But so what?

Haven't they been defeated by their family leader, Link Foley?

Yes, that's right.

In the eyes of all the hunters, Voldemort was defeated in this round!

And the most important thing is that Link is currently less than 20 years old!

A boy who is less than 20 years old actually already has power that can be compared with the top figures in the wizarding world. So if he waits for a few more years to grow up, what brilliant achievements will Link create?

No one here dared to draw any conclusions about this.

All they can do now is cheer!

Newland and Si Gefen stared blankly at Link, who was surrounded by the crowd, and even forgot to wipe the nosebleeds that were still flowing.

Now, after seeing the golden cup in Link's hand, they already understood what happened, no matter how stupid they were.

But despite this, they are still in a dream.

When it comes to the outcome of the battle between Link and Voldemort, they actually know better than others.

Because at the last moment of the teleportation, they saw with their own eyes the terrifying beam of light rising into the sky and destroying half of Voldemort's stomach!

This kind of thing that they couldn't even imagine in their most ridiculous dreams has now actually happened in reality...

"Long live Lord Foley!"

Si Gefen suddenly stood up and started cheering enthusiastically.

After reacting, Newland also helped Si Gefen to prop up his trembling body, which was so weak, and joined the fanatical team.

At this moment, they, like everyone here, firmly believe that Link will lead them to realize their ideals!

No matter how outrageous and absurd their ideals are!

"Little Button! Little Button! Where have you been? Go and get ready, we are going to have a party to celebrate!"

With Link's shout, the house elf Little Button appeared out of thin air in front of everyone.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and saluted Link and Mrs. Foley, then shouted and started to get the house elves in the castle ready.

Seeing this, the crowd immediately recalled a louder cheer!

……

Everyone really needs to have a banquet.

The previous battle put too much pressure on everyone, and even Link needed to vent.

So, after everyone received preliminary treatment and saw the massive amount of delicious food displayed by Little Button, except for a few hunters who were seriously injured and on the verge of death, almost everyone who could move threw themselves into the grand carnival.

All kinds of delicious dishes were eaten by everyone at will.

Wine is everyone's favorite.

Although Mrs. Foley and Emily had been trying to persuade Link and the other wounded not to drink too much alcohol, no one was willing to pay attention to them in the face of such a grand scene.

After listening to Link tell how Skeffen and Newland released the Australian Oval Eyes to give Link a chance to escape, the two of them undoubtedly became the most popular people at the entire banquet.

Even Mrs. Foley and Emily toasted them a glass of wine with red eyes to express their gratitude, not to mention the other bad taste hunters who wanted to get the young people drunk.

The enthusiasm of the crowd directly resulted in the gathering of hunters getting drunk as soon as night came.

Surprisingly, Newland has not yet collapsed. He seems to have an inhuman talent in resisting alcohol.

Of course, it is also possible that he is cheating.

His face was flushed, and he struggled to push away the drunken Si Gefen who was clinging to him like mud. When he looked up, he saw that a huge ice crystal Christmas tree had been erected in the center of the auditorium at some point.

The Christmas tree was shining brilliantly under the illumination of various magical lights, and there were countless colorful gift boxes piled under the tree.

Newland knew that these gift boxes were not just for decoration.

He had just seen with his own eyes that Mrs. Foley had people put a lot of treasures from the Foley family's secret vault there.

Anyone can feel free to go below and pick a gift box of their choice as their own Christmas gift.

This can be regarded as Mrs. Foley's Christmas gift to everyone.

As today's great hero, Newland is naturally qualified to win.

But at this moment, he rarely touched the gifts, but looked up at the gorgeous Christmas tree.

"Today is Christmas Eve..."

Newland muttered to himself, then struggled to his feet, kicked away Si Geffen's outstretched hand, and stumbled towards the outside of the castle.

"Mr. Fuld, are you looking for the toilet?"

A sharp voice suddenly came from the side. Newlan turned his head and saw Little Button, the house elf housekeeper of the Foley family, looking at him with bright eyes, leaning in one direction while talking.

Apparently, this was giving him directions to the toilet.

Little Button has done this kind of thing countless times today.

Although wizards can cheat with magic potions to counteract the effects of alcohol on them.

But the liquid you drink will eventually be metabolized.

Newland thought for a long time with his brain, which was sluggishly eroded by alcohol, and then realized that the little button was talking to him.

He remembered that the last time he heard Chang address him like this was on the Hogwarts admission notice sent by an owl on his 11th birthday.

After all, he had no father since he was a child and was raised by his mother.

Under his intentional guidance, others either called him by his first name or called him insulting words such as bad seed, trash, mudblood, etc. Even his Muggle neighbors were no exception.

Time passed so long that Newland himself felt unfamiliar with this title.

"I...I'm going home."

After sighing for a while, Newland said weakly.

Hearing this, a look of embarrassment flashed across Little Button's face.

There is no pick-up and drop-off service at Forlì Castle, and people who were able to enter Forlì Castle in the past did not need this service at all.

Even if they are drunk like now, they often have servants driving carriages to come and pick them up.

Hunters or old saints would simply choose to stay in the farm dormitories around Forlì Castle, which were also their temporary dormitories when on duty.

But Newland obviously does not have these conditions.

His professionalism as a butler quickly allowed the small button to cover up the embarrassment on his face. His huge eyes blinked twice quickly and he said:

"Mr. Fuld, your current condition is really not suitable for going home alone. Can you tell me where you live? I can also send someone to drive you back."

Anyone who is familiar with Newland will understand that Little Button's question was actually very presumptuous.

Newland regards his home as extremely important. Anyone who inquires about his home's information will surely receive Newland's cruelest revenge.

And this kind of revenge is indiscriminate. Newland doesn't care whether the other party is intentionally exploring or unintentional.

But now.

Perhaps alcohol had too much of an effect on Newland's brain.

After hearing this, he actually turned to look at the giant Christmas tree in the bustling auditorium behind him, and murmured:

"Spinning Street..."