Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 526 Chris’ turn

"That's enough! I'm not here to watch you smoke and listen to your chat!"

Scrimgeour, who couldn't bear it anymore, finally roared angrily.

Upon hearing this, many ministers in the conference room showed sarcastic looks, and Catherine Picquery even said sarcastically:

"Tsk, tsk! This doesn't sound like you're begging for help, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"That's right!"

On the side, Odelia's minister also echoed. After saying this, the middle-aged fat man looked at Catherine Picqueli flatteringly, as if he was licking a dog.

Scrimgeour laughed in anger.

It was already embarrassing enough to ask for help from the International Federation of Magic, but he didn't expect these damn politicians to start a Tai Chi fight with him. Not only did he delay his envoys for so long, but he even showed up in person like this. Looks indifferent!

To be honest, Scrimgeour really wants to teach these Ministers of Magic a lesson now. He is confident that he can beat them all down as he comes from the Auror Army!

But in the end, he still resisted the urge.

You must know that the situation in the country has become more and more serious now. If there is another falling out here, I will no longer need to be the Minister of Magic, and I will be separated from the people as soon as possible!

And looking at Scrimgeour's frustrated look of being extremely angry but unable to take action, Catherine Picquery couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her laughter was very soft at first, but later it seemed that she couldn't help it anymore and became louder and louder.

As we all know, a smile is contagious.

In the end, most of the ministers in the entire conference room laughed so loudly that even the flames in the fireplace trembled.

And this fiercely burning flame exactly represents Scrimgeour's mood at the moment. Now he is about to lose his mind.

Fortunately, Catherine Picquery stopped laughing quickly and waved her hands to signal everyone to shut up as well.

After the conference room became quiet again, Catherine Picquery slowly stood up from the soft chair, swayed to Scrimgeour and said:

"Actually, haven't we told you the conditions a long time ago? As long as you can accept it, we will immediately send Auror troops to help you eliminate the rebellion."

"Bang! Are you making conditions? You are clearly robbing!"

It was okay that Picquery didn't say this. Scrimgeour immediately became angry when he mentioned this. He knocked on the table and stood up, yelling condescendingly at Picquery.

This is also a very normal reaction, because the conditions required by the International Federation of Magic represented by Picquery are simply too excessive.

The other party not only asked the United States to provide a large amount of resource compensation and trade policy preferences, but also listed a document called the "Talent Drainage Plan" for Scrimgeour to sign.

This document clearly indicates that for every student who graduates from Hogwarts in the next ten years, recommendations for employment abroad will have the highest priority among the employment recommendations given by Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic!

This is only a condition for pure-blood nobles. As for Muggles and mixed-blood wizards, they have no choice at all. If they do not go to work abroad, no unit in the country is allowed to recruit them.

This is simply a chronic poison!

You must know that the most precious resource in the entire wizarding world today is talent, and the International Magic Federation's move is undoubtedly using the blood of the United States to subsidize other countries. This subsidy will last ten years!

Scrimgeour estimated that after these ten years, the entire Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China would be basically finished. They simply could not support such a large organization by relying on those pure-blood wizards.

This is undoubtedly unacceptable to Scrimgeour!

Facing Scrimgeour, Picquery looked up at him without any fear, not at all forced by the other party's condescending aura.

"Hahaha! It seems that you haven't understood the seriousness of the matter yet. In that case, you can continue to think about it. I'm not in a hurry anyway."

Picqueri turned around and went back to his soft chair.

"Are you not in a hurry? Are you making me laugh? Haha! I have to say, you did succeed." A trace of sarcasm flashed across Scrimgeour's face, "What's the situation in your country now?" Don’t you know? The vampire named Carlisle and the house elf named Kled, the things these two guys provoked don’t seem to be much weaker than those in the country of Yu, right? No! In a sense, the trouble you have there should be better. To be more serious, at least the ky people here are relatively gentle and try not to use force, but it is different with you. Violence has been deeply engraved in the blood of those beasts!"

Picquery's footsteps suddenly stopped, which made Scrimgeour feel a lot better. He thought what he just said hit the other person's pain point.

But to Scrimgeour's surprise, Picquery turned his head after a brief pause and slowly came to him, with a strange smile on his face.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I find that you really don't seem to know us at all." Picquery said softly, "We are different from you. The cornerstone of the Magical Congress of the United States will always be those of us standing at the top of the pyramid. Top wizards, we only exist in the Magical Congress of the United States! As for other creatures, whether they are No-Maj wizards, vampires, or other middle-class wizards who are treated as classes, they are just a group of people who provide nutrients for the United States, and they are inexhaustible. It’s just endless fertilizer. Do you think we would be anxious about a war between a group of fertilizers?”

After saying that, Picquery returned to his seat with a smile, and even blew a puff of smoke into Scrimgeour's face before leaving.

This made Scrimgeour feel humiliated, but his reason still allowed him to restrain himself, and he could only clenched his fists to vent his anger.

After this commotion, the meeting returned to its original point, and Scrimgeour finally understood that these ministers of the Ministry of Magic were determined to take a big bite out of him this time!

Taking a deep breath, he was almost ready to leave.

Scrimgeour is not a selfish person. Rather than trading the future of the Ministry of Magic of the United States for temporary stability, he would rather be defeated by the resistance organization led by Mike.

At least this way, the country still has a future!

And just when he was about to make up his mind, the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A young man with brown hair walked in slowly!

This surprised all the ministers in the conference room. Picquery even pointed the smoking gun at the young man - it was actually a magic wand!

It's very normal for them to have such a reaction. You must know that this is Mariejoia, the most mysterious place of the International Federation of Wizards and the highest security level!

But the other party actually appeared here without anyone noticing!

Just when the ministers were alert, they saw the brown-haired young man smiling and saluting everyone:

"Good afternoon, gentlemen and ladies, ministers. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Chris Flint, the current head of the Flint family!"

As soon as these words came out, Scrimgeour's red eyes, which had been stimulated by Picqueri, narrowed to a slit in understanding.

As the Minister of Magic of the Republic of China, he naturally knew the surname Flint. At the same time, he also knew very well that the Flint family had disappeared as soon as Voldemort officially returned, and was taken away with him at the same time. Many pure-blood families were killed, causing the pure-blood camp in the wizarding world of Yu to suddenly lose less than half of its strength.

It was precisely because of this that he was so wary of Chris, especially since he appeared in such a strange way.

At this time, Picquery on the side also reacted. The wand in her hand was still pointed at Chris, but she said:

"Flint, one of the twenty-eight sacred tribes, has really been famous for a long time. But can you please Mr. Flint explain how you appeared here?"

"That's not important." Chris said with a smile. "What's important is that I can help you solve today's problems, Minister Scrimgeour."

Picquery, who had been ignored, was a little angry, but before she could speak, Scrimgeour said coldly:

"Oh? Why should I believe you?"

Chris smiled slightly, did not speak, but stretched out his palm towards everyone.

This move made everyone in the conference room nervous. Minister Odelia even shook her hand, and the magic spell that had been brewing for a long time on the tip of her staff was actually launched directly.

The corners of Picquery's mouth raised. She could already foresee the embarrassment of this rude man.

As for whether the other party would be beaten to death by Minister Odelia, this was something she had never thought about. Since the other party could sneak in here, he would not be killed so easily.

The next moment, Picquery's expression froze.

Because a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared on Chris' extended palm, almost sucking in everyone around him, and the direction of the magic spell shot by Minister Odelia was forcibly changed by this force. Adsorbed to his palm.

But this suction force has not disappeared yet. Under the action of the suction force, everyone only feels that the oxygen around them is slowly drying up, and in Chris's hand, a ball of light green terrifying light is slowly condensing.

Feeling the terrifying aura in the ball of light, the expressions of Picquery and Scrimgeour changed drastically.

Without a wand or sound, you can control the surrounding natural elements for your own use. This is an ability that only legendary wizards can possess!

The next moment, the light ball in Chris's hand was thrown at Minister Odelia with a casual wave.

"Ah!~"

A miserable scream came from Minister Odelia's mouth. After the ball of light hit his chest, it did not explode like an ordinary magic spell, but was directly 'embedded' in his chest.

And the seemingly stationary ball of light was actually spinning at high speed. Under the action of such terrifying force, Minister Odelia's suit had long been torn into pieces, and the fat on her chest was quickly ripped away. It twisted into a bloody mist, which was unbearable to look at!

This was far from over, when Minister Odelia's chest was completely cut open, and Scrimgeour and others could almost see the beating heart inside.

The ball of light finally exploded.

The violent explosion that everyone expected did not appear. A large ball of flame suddenly emerged from it, spread quickly along Minister Odelia's chest to her limbs, and finally burned her completely. It changed. A ball of gray-white ashes!

"You...you are a legend?"

Picquery stammered. At this moment, she felt very thirsty when she thought that she had acted so rudely to a legendary wizard just now.

As before, Chris still paid attention to her, just raised his head slightly and said to Scrimgeour:

"Do you think this is enough?"

After saying this, without waiting for Scrimgeour's reply, he quickly said:

"If that's not enough..."

"Bang!"

An explosion came from behind Chris, and the solid door made entirely of obsidian was blasted open.

Large swaths of gray smoke suddenly filled the air, and when the smoke dissipated, a dozen wizards in black wearing wooden animal masks appeared behind Chris, stepping on the gravel on the ground.

Picquery collapsed to the ground, and now she felt that even her brain was shaking unconsciously.

Because through the blown-out door, she could clearly see the mountain of corpses piled together in the corridor behind Chris and others. They were all the security personnel brought by the ministers for this meeting!

Those are the most elite Aurors in each Ministry of Magic! He was slaughtered just like that, and he didn't even let out a single scream before he died!

How strong are these people standing in front of him now...how strong are they?

Scrimgeour's body was also trembling slightly, but what made him react like this was not the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood outside the conference room, but the badges worn on the chests of the dozen masked wizards.

These badges are different, but they are equally exquisite and simple.

Scrimgeour knew very well that these badges were all the crests of pure-blood families!

Now that they are here, does that mean that the family behind them has also pledged allegiance to Chris Flint?

Scrimgeour lowered his head involuntarily. If there was a legendary wizard and the help of more than a dozen pure-blood families, then the mobs in the country would not be a concern.

Suddenly, he raised his head suddenly, stared at Chris with his bloodshot eyes and gritted his teeth:

"what do you want?"

Hearing this, Chris had a rare serious expression on his face.

He slowly approached Scrimgeour, looked into his eyes and said:

"I want the entire Ministry of Magic of China!"

Scrimgeour was stunned for a moment, but the next moment he said without hesitation:

"Okay! I will resign immediately after I return and elect you as the next Minister of Magic! As long as you... you can make the Ministry of Magic of the Republic of China great again!"

"as you wish!"

After saying that, Chris turned around and left with the dozen masked wizards, and Scrimgeour quickly followed after hesitating for a moment.

At this time, Chris, who was walking at the front, had a sneer on his face. Looking at the piles of corpses in the corridor, he said in a voice that only he could hear:

"Now, it's my turn!"