Warhammer wizard at Hogwarts

"Minister Fudge! The underground space of Gringotts has been completely occupied by rats! Now pure-blood families have sent warning letters, asking us to send Aurors immediately to rescue their properties!"

London, Whitehall Underground, Ministry of Magic.

A short curly-haired woman who looked like an obese toad and wore a pink sweater suddenly pushed open the hinged door of the Minister of Magic's office, waved the bright red shouting letter in her hand, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, " The pale man who was pacing back and forth in the room was startled.

"What? At this time? Those greedy vampires!" Fudge, who was still wearing pajamas, could not stop sweating on his fat face like a big dough.

Of course he wanted to send people to take back Guring Pavilion immediately, but now all the Aurors in the Auror Command were busy moving all the wizards in London to safe places. If he ordered them to abandon the people and help them at this time, If a pure-blood family takes back the family property, then they will definitely be despised by wizards all over the UK and even the world!

But if he doesn't help the pure-blood family, he will lose all political support, and even the power, status and money he currently possesses will be in vain!

This is a result that Cornelius Fudge absolutely cannot accept!

He tugged at his curly short gray hair in distress, and kept complaining in his mind why such an unlucky thing would happen to him.

God knows how this sudden rat tide happened, and it could sweep all of London at once!Just in the early hours of the morning, from every manhole, every sewer, and every ventilation pipe, these giant rats with glowing green eyes spurted out like running water. They were everywhere, and they ate everything!

In just a few ten minutes, the Ministry of Magic received a large number of letters asking for help. Even though the Aurors tried their best to run around, they often only arrived at the scene to see a ruins buried by rats.

These are only the casualties of wizards, and there are countless Muggle casualties. If you look down from the sky above London, you can only see the black tide composed of rats burying the lights of the city inch by inch.

Mortals have not yet recovered from the joyful atmosphere of Christmas Eve. What the children are waiting for in their sleep is not Santa Claus carrying gifts, but the tragic end of being eaten up by mice and leaving no bones left.

Fudge could almost hear the footsteps of the officials in the White Hall above his head who were running around to put out the fire. It was simply a reminder for him, asking him to make a decision quickly, whether to want the support of the people or the help of aristocratic families.

Seeing her boss in such distress, the toad woman's eyes twitched under the bags under her eyes. She came closer to Fudge and lowered her voice and said, "Minister, instead of wasting manpower to save those Muggle-born wizards, why not..."

Fudge suddenly stopped, his pale and swollen face trembling, and his eyes shot out a mixture of shock and expectation. This woman's words were like sharp blades that cut open his heart and got rid of the dirtiest thoughts in his heart. On the countertop.

"Dolores," he said, "do you know the consequences of this?"

Seeing that her boss was already shaken, the toad woman Dolores Umbridge immediately added: "Of course, Minister Fudge, of course. In this disaster, even pure-blood families will be unable to resist the rat tide. , not to mention those wizards who live among the lowly Muggles... What's more, we have 'tried our best' to search and rescue, haven't we? Anyway, Muggle-born wizards are like weeds that will grow again if they are cut, and pure The help from the Blood Family is unique..."

"Well……"

Fudge bit his lower lip, wringing his hands tightly, his pupils trembling rapidly.

For a moment, he turned to look at the enchanted window. Outside was a clear night sky with a thin moon and stars.

"We...have tried our best, right?" he murmured.

"Yes, Minister Fudge." Umbridge saluted Fudge's back, "We have tried our best."

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"Go away, Tonks!"

The old and thin Mrs. Figg watched sadly as her last cat, Kick, was torn into pieces by the strong mice that surrounded her. Shouted: "Leave me alone, an old squib, and leave!"

"Impossible!" Tonks, who has a heart-shaped face, waved her wand horizontally, and an invisible barrier blocked the incoming rats. "There are many obstacles! I will try Disapparation again. We will definitely be able to leave here together. !”

As she spoke, she desperately recited in her mind the three "d's" necessary for Apparition: destination, determination, and deliberation.At the same time, he put his arm around Mrs. Figg's shoulders and spun around.

As soon as her magic opened a narrow migration path in the air, an emerald-green arc of energy struck out of thin air, instantly shattering the fragile path. The repulsed magic made Tonks groan, and two Nosebleeds spurted out instantly.

Not only that, her barrier spell was instantly broken, and the rat tide screamed with joy and rushed towards the two of them.

Tonks didn't even bother to wipe her face, and forcefully lifted up her spirits and cast the Iron Armor Curse. An invisible barrier enveloped herself and Mrs. Figg. She yelled unwillingly and angrily: "Why?! Why did you disapparate?" It will fail!"

As if to answer her question, at the top of the surging rat tide, a rat man with a stone inlaid with emerald green light in his left eye socket stood up, holding up his right paw, which was made up of water pipes, valves and rotten things. The scepter made of human heads pointed towards Tonks and Tonks with its left paw, and the long and obscene mouth spit out human words in a kiss, shouting: "fortheskaven! yes! yes! yes!"

As the rat man shouted, the giant rats let out a deafening roar, and green light mist escaped from their eyes. Their bodies expanded again, and their overly strong muscles even broke their skin, so red. The ground is exposed to the air.

As these more violent rats pounced on Tonks and the two, the rat-man's stone eye embedded in its eye socket shot out an emerald-green beam of light, piercing through dozens of giant rats before exploding Tonks's hard-working support. The armor protection also shattered Tonks's will to survive!

And just when the rats pounced on her and Tonks used her body to protect Mrs. Figg——

"Bomb blast!"

Dozens of fluorescent blue light bombs exploded the surrounding rats into minced meat. The roaring engines signaled the coming of human anger. The burning ring of fire above the head was the basis for the gods to walk in the world.

Hearing this sound, Tonks' desire for life rekindled in her heart. She picked up her wand and fired several "Thunderbolt Explosions" to knock away the remaining rats around her. She saw it.

The angel of death, whose whole body is burning with flames of punishment, is stepping on the endless corpses and coming!