curse the world at hogwarts

The Champs Elysées is a place that I have never been to when I was wandering around Rhineland before.

He couldn't afford it in his previous life, and he can't afford it in this life. He doesn't have any preference for luxury goods.

There is Madam Malkin in the wizarding world and Ace Agent in the Muggle world, which are enough for his living needs and quality assurance. Forget about the money-making OEM stuff.

But it was rare for Hermione to come to France with her parents. Especially this time there was a Princess Diana who was very fond of the little cotton-padded men on the third front. It was very reasonable to appear there.

Where is Lancelot?

This guy took advantage of a break from purchasing firearms to come here to spend money with a lady he had just hooked up with, and that's when he witnessed the attack.

So at the first opportunity, he used the Motorola high-end flip phone that the lady had just bought to call Rhine and relayed the matter back.

They all earned it with Happy Balls, and he felt confident in using it!

After strictly ordering Lancelot to save the girls no matter what, Rhine rushed out of the avenue in front of the rental house, drew out his wand and shot a firework into the sky.

"Tu'ao..."

Sure enough, when passers-by turned their heads to look curiously, an ordinary man came out and shouted at Rhine.

Don't get me wrong, he was not cursing a certain kangaroo country out of boredom, but he was calling Rhine in French.

As a result, before he finished speaking, the Rhine wand waved his hand, restraining him completely, and then the tip of the wand was pressed against the man's chin.

"Can you speak?"

That man was an employee of the French Ministry of Magic. Although he was not an elite like an Auror, he still had many years of work experience.

Within a few seconds, he concluded that the young man in front of him had a very high level of magic, so high that he didn't even have time to draw his wand.

then……

"meeting."

"Place Charles de Gaulle, take me there!" Rhine made his request.

This person was not here to keep an eye on him, but a daily arrangement for Flamel by the local Ministry of Magic. Rhine had heard the old man talk about it.

After discovering that he didn't know the road, it was impossible to apparate directly there, and the speed of taking a taxi would insult the wizard's reputation and waste time, he attracted this person's attention.

"Confidentiality Act"?

Hermione had already taken out her wand and started fighting in public, so what else did she need to worry about this time?

And before rushing out, Rhine had already summoned a house elf to bring a message to Flamel. In addition to relying on Flamel's local reputation, he also asked the other party to send a message to Dumbledore.

The French Ministry of Magic has no grudge against him, so it is not difficult to sort out this matter.

I'm afraid that the smell of gunpowder in the British Ministry of Magic is getting stronger now, and the dog's nose will tremble and smell the smell and come over to cause trouble.

"Chichichi-"

After all, they are not Auror elites. The level of Apparition of Ministry of Magic employees is not very high, and they cannot reach the Champs Elysees in one go. Instead, they keep flashing on the streets of Paris.

What depresses Rhine the most is that this guy's mentality is not stable enough, and it even caused a separation in the middle.

In order not to affect efficiency, Rhine forcefully pushed him a little away. As a result, a piece of flesh on the back of his hand flew out and disappeared without a trace.

"It's okay! Keep walking!"

Rhine resisted the urge to cast a stun spell on the other party and said with a twitching face.

In this way, they soon arrived at the building next to Charles de Gaulle Square, and heard gunshots, screams, etc. in the streets below.

"..." Rhine was speechless for a while, then looked back at the Ministry of Magic staff who breathed a sigh of relief, "Strike season?"

The staff of the Ministry of Magic quickly shook their heads: "Probably... not yet."

That's weird.

Listen to what's going on below, this doesn't sound like a small attack!

After using a binding spell with his backhand to knock the opponent down so as not to cause trouble, Rhine lay on the fence and looked down, the doubts on his face becoming even more intense.

The first thing he saw was Lancelot, who was using buildings as a cover in the Place de Gaulle and fighting fiercely with the opponent.

Behind this slut's constant gunfire were mixed in a series of not-so-weak spells, obviously cast by little Hermione.

But the little man was blocked and couldn't see what was going on on her side.

Rhine looked to the opposite side. The first thing he passed by was the scattered corpses and wounded people along the way, confirming that there was no one he was familiar with.

Then, he saw the attackers spraying heavy gunfire on the opposite side.

"Not right..."

Even if he knew nothing about this kind of thing, Rhine could tell from the scale alone that this emergency was anything but simple.

The number of people is too many.

But now is not the time to think, because Lancelot below cannot see it, but Rhine, who is at the commanding heights around him, can see it clearly——

Just behind Lancelot, two groups of attackers were approaching quickly, intending to attack him from two directions.

More importantly, he saw a sniper knocking over an oncoming police car from another commanding height not far away, and then he received some instructions and was running this way.

If Rhine hadn't seen it, Lancelot might have been shot in the head!

"Shet!"

The sniper was very depressed, because there was no calculation for Lancelot in the plan, and he was just a backup to delay the police.

Who would have thought that a passing playboy would suddenly pull out a gun to protect the target, and single-handedly suppress the action team until they could not lift their heads?

"Are they all eating shit? They can't even figure out the information!"

The sniper cursed and ran towards the target. His muscular figure was obviously not that of an ordinary gangster.

He ran, he jumped, and he spun in the air with skill!

then……

He was hit by a magic spell and flew several meters away.

The sniper felt pain all over his body, and his vision went black.

Before falling from a height of 30 meters, he only saw a young man with a stern expression appearing in the direction of his progress, and the small wooden stick in his hand was slowly hanging down.

"Help... help..."

Those were the last words he uttered, and seconds later, all that was left was a twisted mess of flesh on the streets of Paris.

Rhine had no intention of appreciating this scene, and instead several more scenes flashed and disappeared.

On the side of the square, Lancelot, who was facing the mad rush outside, felt a sound of wind beside him, and he cleverly turned his gun to take precautions.

However, an inexplicable force prevented him from turning around, and Rhine's words came to his ears.

"Concentrate and leave it to me later."

Lancelot was overjoyed. At the same time, he received the information about the people coming from behind. He quickly concentrated a little more and tried to quickly clear out the enemies coming from the front.

When they saw Rhine appear, Princess Di and Granger, covering their ears and huddled behind the bunker, looked happy.

When he comes, the situation will be stable!

Princess Diana, who had seen the monster in the crypt of Rhine's cuisine, and the Grangers, who had witnessed Rhine bombing the streets in Diagon Alley, were both full of trust.

Rhine nodded at them before looking down at Hermione who was sweating profusely.

After all, the little girl is still young. Although her magic level is superior to that of her peers, her magic power has been exhausted in the previous round of intensive battles.

When she saw Lain appear, she was in a daze for a moment, shook her head and confirmed again, and then suddenly her mouth dropped.

"Rhein..."

"Do not talk."

Rhine smiled and ruffled her hair while pouring a bottle of energy-replenishing potion into her.

"Just leave it to me."

After that, he stood up and walked out from behind the bunker.

On the opposite side, the attacker who was stabbing him in the back had already appeared indistinctly.

Just the moment he passed by his companion, the smile on Rhine's face disappeared in an instant, leaving only the frosty cold...

And a fierce look in his eyes.

In normal times, he might be an unstable bastard, or even a selfish person who doesn't know the difference between right and wrong.

He can give in to White's big boss, show off his power to the pure-blood faction, and even give life to an old pervert who once committed a lot of sins.

But no matter whether they are good or bad, right or evil, these people have never provoked the people he cares about.

That is...

I have never seen his real...

anger.