The Mightiest Badger at Hogwarts

"First... sir."

Old Harris said tremblingly.

Hearing this, the corpse opposite finally had a smile on his face.

He blinked, taking it as a nod, and then said:

"Then let's get down to business. Mr. Harris, I heard that you are planning to send troops to attack the French Ministry of Magic. Is that true?"

"This...this is completely nonsense! What I am...preparing to attack is the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China, and this is what the French Minister of Magic asked me to do! None of this has much to do with me, I I just want to maintain the law of secrecy, which is my job and the basis for peace in the entire wizarding world."

Old Harris said in a panic.

His heart was beating so fast at this moment that he felt a strong sense of dizziness.

He really didn't understand how the guy opposite who called himself 'Sir' knew that he was going to attack the French Ministry of Magic. That was something he had just decided. Apart from a few explanations to Ietta, even the people in the teleportation hall Even the battle wizards in Sky City who are preparing to go on an expedition don’t know!

"You are doing it wrong."

'Sir' said slowly, "War is the highest form and the most violent means of contradictory struggle. At the same time, it is also the natural enemy of mankind and the most despicable source of evil. War launched for any reason is wrong. You have Have you never thought about how many lives will be lost in the end because of such a small profit? I guess you have never thought about it. After all, in your opinion, those lives are not the same as you. They are just like those on the human table. There is essentially no difference between pigs and pigs."

"Yes! You are right! I am a pig!"

"Alas! Mr. Harris! You really disappoint me. I never thought that the elders of the International Federation of Wizards who maintain the operation of the entire "Secrecy Act" would be as incompetent and shameless as you."

"Please, sir! Just tell me what you want me to do! I will do it, no matter what it is, as long as you can spare my life, really!"

Old Harris howled.

He has broken down.

The fear that the guy in front of him who called himself 'Sir' gave him was something he had never experienced in his life.

If possible, he really wanted the other party to give him a clean execution at this moment, instead of constantly humiliating him like now.

Unfortunately, under the influence of fear, his body was groveling instinctively, and he could not say such strong words.

And upon hearing this, the smile on 'Mr.''s face became even brighter.

He slightly propped up his body, which was gradually becoming rigor mortis, as if to make the final judgment on Harris.

But at this moment, the curtain behind him was suddenly opened.

The disheveled Iyetta raised the wand silently, and then a green light suddenly appeared!

Avada Kedavra!

boom--

The emerald green plasma directly blasted a big hole in the body of 'Mr.

This scene frightened old Harris so much that he leaned against the corner and kicked his legs repeatedly, his heart filled with shock and anger.

He didn't understand why Iyetta did that.

Since the guy opposite who calls himself 'Sir' can sneak into this secret room silently, it means that the other party has the ability to kill them easily!

Against such an enemy, surrender is the only viable option.

But now, Iyetta has chosen to resist?

What's the point of this besides irritating the other person?

This is such an incompetent woman!

She will kill everyone!

Old Harris cursed in his heart, but unfortunately, Iyeta didn't pay attention to him at all.

At this moment, her face was full of ferocity, and she was roaring and waving her wand continuously, as if she was crazy.

Until the last trace of magic power in the body was exhausted, he put his hands on his knees and continued to breathe heavily.

At this time, the body of 'Mr.' had been completely reduced to a pile of indescribable charcoal.

Seeing this, Ieta's sweaty face finally felt relieved.

As one of the successors to the elders of the International Federation of Wizards, her strength is not weak at all, and she has no taboos in learning magic. Whether it is black magic or forbidden rituals, she learns them all without fail.

And just now, she had used no less than five rounds of cursed black magic similar to the Death Curse on the guy named 'Sir', as well as forbidden sealing rituals and conventional destructive magic such as breaking the body into pieces.

After encountering such a round of attacks, that 'sir' should have been wiped out both physically and spiritually!

Of course, that was just the 'sir' who entered this secret room.

The body of that 'sir' should still be somewhere.

But that doesn't matter. Next, all we need to do is set off the alarm and put the entire Sky City on alert.

At that time, what will happen no matter how strong the 'sir' is?

There are nearly [-] wizards in Sky City!

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Thinking this, Iyeta laughed.

She laughed so freely that tears fell from her eyes.

Suddenly, a coat was draped on her bare back.

The furry touch made Iyeta suddenly wake up, jump out like a frightened beast, and point his wand behind him.

The man who appeared behind her was old Harris.

He didn't know when he had stood up. He was still holding his coat in his hand and seemed a little embarrassed on his face.

A trace of disgust flashed through Ieta's eyes.

But that was only for a moment.

No matter how disgusted she was with old Harris, Iyetta still did not forget her ideals.

She quickly adjusted her facial muscles and made a flattering and charming look.

Next, she plans to comfort Old Harris. In this way, the other party will rely on her more, and she will be closer to the elder position she longs for.

But before she could speak, Old Harris took two more steps forward, put his coat on her body and said:

"You are a brave man, child. You are much stronger than our dear Elder Harris. In the face of danger, you at least have the courage to draw your sword, which is commendable!"

The charming smile on Iyeta's face completely froze.

Because she discovered that the voice coming out of Old Harris's mouth was still that of 'Mr.'

Large areas of goosebumps appeared on Ietta's body.

She trembled and wanted to retreat, but her body was stiff and refused to obey.

'Sir' didn't embarrass Ietta at all.

He lightly snapped his fingers, and a huge screen appeared from the wall, and pictures began to appear slowly.

This scene made Iyetta tremble even more.

Because all the facilities in this secret room are set up so that only the highest authority of the International Federation of Wizards can control them.

Without the presence of old Harris to assist in the authorization, even Iyetta would not be able to control it.

Right now, 'Mr.' has everything under control.

This means that as long as 'Mr.' wants to, he can also control all the forces in the entire Sky City, and even replace the elder Harris, the elder, in commanding the military power of Sky City!

But something that frightens Ieta even more is yet to come.

What appeared on the huge screen was the image of the International Federation of Wizards' teleportation hall.

This teleportation hall can be said to be the most important facility in the entire Sky City. The space teleportation device in it needs to be updated several times every year with the advancement of technology. It can be said that a full [-]% of the annual donations paid by the Ministry of Magic of various countries are used in Up here.

This also directly resulted in the entire teleportation hall being not only huge in scale, but also decorated with artistic and sci-fi attributes, making it look like the future world.

And the overall effectiveness is amazing.

If you want, it can even accommodate tens of thousands of people to teleport to any location in the world at one time. It can be said to be the most powerful teleportation hall at the time.

Old Harris's original plan was to teleport troops directly into the French Ministry of Magic through this teleportation hall.

For this reason, he also gathered all the combat wizards in the teleportation hall in advance.

However, now, the originally neat and majestic formation of fighting wizards has disappeared, replaced by countless corpses lying on the ground.

A large amount of blood flowed out from under their bodies, dyeing the white ground black and red.

And hundreds of men in black robes just stepped on the blood on the ground, searching back and forth for survivors who were still alive for last-ditch attacks.

A person in the middle of the black-robed people seemed to be aware of the prying eyes. He glanced at the 'Mr.' and Ietta in the picture, and then walked slowly over.

His figure got closer and closer, and finally he walked out of the screen and stood in front of Iyeta.

The scene in front of her completely shattered Iyeta's consciousness. She fell to the ground in a daze, and even her body stopped shaking.

She had always been curious.

Why would the French Ministry of Magic so easily hand over large sums of resources to the International Confederation of Wizards?

This can no longer be called a transaction, but a gift.

And now, all these questions have answers.

That's because the French Ministry of Magic has the power to instantly conquer the International Federation of Wizards.

In their view, giving resources to the International Federation of Wizards is just doing the right thing.

Fortunately, I and others are still so happy.

This is really sad!

The man in black robe who walked out of the screen ignored Iyeta.

He took off his hood, revealing a young but frowning face, and said to 'Mr.':

"No. 3 is dead, and the last brother lurking in Harry Potter's body is also dead. What exactly do you want to do? No. 1!"

The young man's tone was very unkind, especially the last 'No. 1', which was almost shouted out through gritted teeth.

But upon hearing this, 'Mr.' didn't get angry but smiled and said:

"Too many people have asked me this question, and Mr. Harris mentioned it not long ago. As for my answer, I can only say that I love you all. I hope you can all live a happy and healthy life. , this is my goal and my wish.”

"But you keep pushing things to the other extreme!" the young man roared, "That guy No. 3 did such a big thing at Hogwarts, don't tell me that you didn't have any instructions in it! Now! The Ministry of Magic of the United States has begun to gather troops! What you did to Hogwarts is enough to make that old-fashioned old guy Dumbledore let go of everything to fight! Now tell me, what should we do!? "

'Sir', or rather No. 1, did not speak. He just looked at the young man in front of him calmly with a smile.

The young man finally calmed down after being furious.

He panted heavily and waved his arms weakly:

"It's all over, it's all over, you know? I just want the children of Beauxbatons to live a safe and happy life. If possible, I even just want to be a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor for the rest of my life, but now, It’s all over. You just want to pull those children onto the chariot, and Link Foley and Dumbledore will not let those children go now. The only thing waiting for them now is death!"

"I can't understand your thoughts, No. 2, or Norton." 'Sir' shook his head, "The person who originally strongly advocated revenge against Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic of the United States was you yourself, why do you want to do so now? It came true, but you come to accuse me again?

You know, in order to realize your wish, No. 3 and our last brother paid the price with their lives.

Could it be that what really makes you so angry is just because they failed? "

Norton was speechless, staring blankly at the floor.

'Sir' saw this and continued to chuckle:

"This is the limitation of little love. The only one you prefer is Beauxbatons. Not only can this not protect Beauxbatons better, but it will also affect your heart, make you emotional, capricious, and eventually fall into Crazy. With such emotions, you are not a qualified protector, so you can't really protect your beloved. But it doesn't matter, I will help you. Go back to France, that is where you should be now , is also your destination.”

Norton looked up at 'Sir'. There was no trace of brilliance or emotion in his eyes, and they were as cold as a corpse.

But after a moment of stalemate, Norton still twisted and disappeared.

'Mr.' nodded with satisfaction, and then sighed to Ietta beside him:

"Now, there are only two of us left. Dear Iyetta, my brave girl, what do you think of you taking up the position of elder of the International Federation of Wizards now?"

As soon as these words came out, Ieta's originally dilated pupils gradually condensed.

……

a few days later.

Ministry of Magic of China.

Link, wearing a dark battle uniform, was sitting behind his desk.

Emily carefully brought a bowl of pumpkin stew with a sweet smell in front of him and said:

"Eat some. I made it myself, without the help of little buttons."

Link nodded, picked up the spoon and ate one bite at a time.

The soft, glutinous and sweet taste filled the cavity, putting a smile on Link's serious face.

But when Emily, who was standing opposite him, saw this, her face was full of sadness, and she sighed longly and said:

"Do you have to go? Wouldn't it be better to let Old Krei and the others lead people to do things like war?"

Link paused and was about to say something, when Mrs. Foley on the side heard angrily:

"Shut your mouth, Emily, this is not something you can mess with!"

Mrs. Foley looked even more majestic than usual. The thin black gauze on her head could not hide the light cyan veins looming on her fair forehead. Her eyes were even redder, like a sitting tigress. .

Emily glanced at Mrs. Foley sadly, but was intimidated by Mrs. Foley's power. She could only lower her head in grievance, leaning on Link and secretly wiping tears.

This action somewhat hindered Link's meal.

Mrs. Foley's eyes widened and she wanted to step forward and pull Emily away, but looking at her unmoved son, she finally gave up.