Raven's Claw at Hogwarts

Chapter 579 Before Dawn
As the flames slowly dissipated, the wizards of Los Santos on the first basement floor also gradually completed the work of transporting supplies, and began to control the Ministry of Magic floor by floor from above.

At this time, the temperature in the Ministry of Magic was still very high. Fortunately, Arthur and the wizards of Los Santos were well prepared. Their combat uniforms were all equipped with special heat-blocking magic spells. If they couldn’t do it, they could also use the temperature-proof and moisture-proof spells manually. to protect yourself.

This device was added to the combat uniforms at the beginning of their design. After all, their boss Mike is an expert in using the flame spell, which means that the combat environments they will be in in the future will most likely have ultra-high temperature characteristics.

Although the overall structure of the Ministry of Magic is a bit like a building, in fact, the space inside it is very huge, and it looks a bit like an underground city.

It is absolutely impossible for twenty Los Santos wizards plus Arthur and others to control such a behemoth.

But things are different now.

Under Mike's flame attack, the entire Ministry of Magic has almost become a dead place.

All the wizards of Los Santos had to do was to enter these floors full of wreckage and ashes, carefully search for possible survivors, and clean up the few corpses that still had complete shapes.

This is not a difficult task, but it is very disgusting. Mike thinks he is incapable of doing it, and only those elite Los Santos wizards who have been honed by the battlefield and have lost their ability to empathize will respond to this task. This kind of work is indifferent.

On the other hand, Pikeluo's life is not easy at the moment.

With the support of a man in black robe, Paclow panted heavily, and tremblingly walked towards the Department of Mysteries.

Although the injuries in his body have been initially stabilized under the treatment of his subordinates, there are still more serious problems before them.

He, the Reticent Man of the Department of Mysteries and the remaining Aurors in the Inquisition were trapped in the Department of Mysteries and could not escape.

And due to the impact of the previous Voldemort incident, the number of Silencers has been greatly reduced, and they only occupy a small part of Pikelow's troops.

This is a very bad thing, because triggering the dangerous object hidden in the door that can never be opened in the Department of Mysteries requires the precise operation of the silent man and the sacrifice of a lot of lives.

In the case of insufficient numbers, not only can they not draw out the power inside for their own use, but they may also suffer backlash.

And the Aurors who accounted for the vast majority were generally not strong in combat effectiveness.

You must know that the Inquisition House has always been the pension department of the Ministry of Magic, and the Aurors who can stick to the night shift here are some old men with disabilities. It is absolutely foolish to expect these people to still have combat effectiveness.

However, Pacro didn't expect them to stop Mike. For Pacro, the only function of their existence was to be eaten by the contents of the Department of Mysteries as sacrifices, and then turned into power to attack Mike.

These are actually not a big problem. If there are fewer people, there will be fewer people, and if the combat power is weak, the combat power will be weak. Anyway, the enemies are afraid to invade now because they are afraid of the power in the mysterious things. They have plenty of time to deal with the enemies.

But Chris's failure to reply up to now made Pikeluo instinctively feel a little uneasy.

You must know that although it is a transnational transmission, and the transmission interface in the Ministry of Magic has also been controlled by the enemy.

But with Chris's terrifying strength, if he wanted to come back, he would have already come back.

'Mr. Flint, could it be...'

Thinking of this, Paclow quickly shook his head again, throwing all these bad thoughts out of his mind.

Afterwards, he raised his head, staring at the off-white light film above everyone's heads in a daze, his eyes filled with gloom.

At the same time, Arthur, Franklin and others who have completely controlled the Ministry of Magic have also gathered around Mike at this moment.

Arthur held a silver sword that was emitting a soft light around him and handed it to Mike in both hands.

Suddenly Mike's eyes filled with a smile.

This is exactly the holy sword that Mike was confiscated by the Ministry of Magic. With it, Mike really has the possibility of beheading Chris.

Up to now, their plan has been half successful, and the remaining half is naturally to deal with the enemy boss Chris Flint.

Of course, the battlefield for the decisive battle with Chris is not within the Ministry of Magic.

Mike is not that stupid, he chose to fight Chris in the Ministry of Magic knowing that there is an unknown force stored in the Department of Mysteries.

If Chris joins forces with the remaining forces of the Ministry of Magic who are still hiding in the Department of Mysteries, they will definitely suffer.

Moreover, the Ministry of Magic is the core of power in the entire wizarding world of the country today, and Mike has no idea of ​​destroying it and changing the ruling place.

If the battlefield is really chosen here, then the battle between the two legendary wizards will definitely turn this place into ruins, which is what Mike doesn't want to see.

After looking at everyone for a moment, Mike nodded in satisfaction.

He reached out and took out a teacup from the pocket of the Untraceable Stretching Curse that he carried with him, and placed it in the center of the field, and then slowly said to the crowd:

"Are you all ready?"

No one answered, but their firm eyes had already told Mike the answer.

Mike nodded again, and took the lead in urging his magic power to reach out to touch the teacup on the ground.

……

Paris France.

In this world-renowned fashion capital, an extraordinary battle is taking place at the moment that can shock the jaws of witnesses.

Countless weird people wearing fancy clothes, or with a pair of plush ears, or a tail sticking out of their pants are coming out of every corner of the city, rushing towards a brown-haired youth on the central street of the city.

Although they all looked like brats wandering the streets looking for someone to extort candy on Halloween, their attacks were extremely ferocious.

For example, those guys in strange clothes can use the small wooden sticks in their hands to shoot out colorful beams of light.

At first passers-by thought it was fireworks, but later facts proved them wrong, outrageously wrong.

The lethality of those bombs was comparable to that of bombs, and the stray bullets alone took away more than a dozen passers-by who were watching the show.

And the stones thrown by the giants, the bows and arrows shot by the harpies in the air, the explosions made by the goblins, the fangs and claws of the vampires and werewolves...

All of this directly turned Central Avenue into a real battlefield.

It stands to reason that covered by such powerful firepower, the besieged person should have been reduced to ashes long ago.

But the truth is just the opposite.

The brown-haired youth who was besieged by a group of monsters was a monster far more perverted than those monsters!

Facing the attack that came towards him like a storm, the brown-haired youth acted lightly.

I saw the wooden stick in his hand swinging again and again, and the air around him began to twist.

Immediately afterwards, all the attacks towards him became distorted and deformed in the distorted air.

Those colorful light beams and arrows are better to say, after all, they can't hurt their original owners.

But those monsters responsible for melee attacks are out of luck.

Under the action of that strange force, they were crushed into puddles of flesh before they could even scream.

This astonishing scene made the passers-by around the scene exclaimed, and everyone felt that this was basically a suicide attack like moths flying to a flame.

In fact, unlike what the onlookers thought, although the brown-haired pro-year-old Chris seemed to cope with it at this moment, like a god of war, he was extremely anxious in his heart.

He was originally in the French Ministry of Magic and the French Minister of Magic to discuss the use of Auror troops.

The other party didn't dare to refuse the request of his legendary wizard. The old woman minister who was said to be newly appointed in front of him was as humble as a mudblood.

This reaction was exactly as Chris expected, so for the sake of the other party being so knowledgeable, Chris also gave up the idea of ​​doing something in the French Ministry of Magic so as to show the other party some force.

However, at the most critical moment in the negotiation, he received a message—the Ministry of Magic was attacked, so hurry back.

Chris, who received the news, was naturally anxious, and was about to rush back to the country with the French Aurors who had just handed over the command.

And that's when things start to get magical.

First, countless non-human intelligent creatures appeared from nowhere to attack him, and then even the French Aurors he brought with him turned their backs and began to attack him, the temporary commander.

This gave Chris a headache.

Because although this group of guys are not strong, he can easily eliminate them, but the number of them is outrageous. No matter how he kills, more people will always come out from all directions and attack him without fear of death.

With the efforts of those non-human intelligent creatures and the French Aurors, the fact is that Chris was dragged in France, and he had no ability to support the Ministry of Magic.

"what!"

A loud growl came from Chris's mouth.

Then a terrifying pressure wave formed from his whole body, and rippled towards the surroundings.

Facing the special pressure wave formed by the squeeze of air, everything around him turned into twisted and deformed wreckage, and even the road under his feet was distorted enormously.

With this pressure wave, Chris successfully cleared all enemies within 20 meters around him.

He stared ferociously at the non-human intelligent creatures that were rapidly gathering around him, his eyes had already turned scarlet.

Ever since he left the French Ministry of Magic, the brooch-shaped communicator pinned to his chest has been vibrating non-stop.

Chris didn't need to look to know that it must be Pacro asking for help.

But now, the annoying vibration has stopped.

Chris wouldn't be naive to think that Pikelo's side had already dealt with the intruders.

The most likely reason why Pacro stopped sending help messages was that the Ministry of Magic had been completely breached.

This caused the anger in Chris's heart to explode uncontrollably.

"what!"

There was another burst of shouting, and a pressure wave that was even bigger than before suddenly appeared, directly crushing the non-human intelligent creatures that gathered again, and also collapsed a tall building nearby.

But at this moment, Mike and others, who have been sent here through the transnational door key, are looking at the scene on Chris' side from the rooftop of a building in the distance.

Franklin, Benjamin and others were all shocked after seeing the huge damage caused by Chris, even Arthur, who was second only to Mike in the Freemasonry, was no exception.

But Mike smiled and shook his head.

Compared to China, France is a very open country. In a sense, French wizards do not even pay as much attention to blood as the country of America.

Just as the proud and elegant French people of later generations were gradually dyed from white to dark, the wizards on the land of France today have also been eroded by those foreign blood.

This change has both advantages and disadvantages. Later generations of France relied on a large number of cheap foreign labor to quickly complete the economic recovery after World War II. Today, the French wizarding world also relies on the tolerance of other races to make itself the most dynamic wizarding country in the world.

In the eyes of the senior officials of the French Ministry of Magic, this deal is undoubtedly a blood profit.

Otherwise, Beauxbaton's headmaster wouldn't be a half-blood witch with half-giant blood. This would be extremely absurd in other countries.

And it is precisely because its country does not pay attention to blood, or is open, so France does not strictly restrict the entry of wizards and even non-human intelligent creatures from other countries like the current country.

This has led to the non-human intelligent creatures who are firmly blocked from the country by the border management department of the Ministry of Magic to easily enter the neighboring country of this country.

This is another main reason why Mike chose France instead of China as the battlefield.

Only here, Mike can safely and boldly use all his strength at hand to deal with Chris!

Another important reason is that no matter how much noise Mike makes here, he doesn't need to bear the consequences himself.

As it is now, Chris and an army of non-intelligent creatures are fighting in the center of Paris, and the damage and Muggle sightings caused can be said to be too serious to be added.

But Mike doesn't need to be responsible for this at all, because no one dares to hold him and Chris, the two legendary wizards, accountable. After all, this is a world where strength is respected.

And in the end, the mud here still has to be wiped by the French Ministry of Magic itself.

Thinking of this, the expression on Mike's face gradually became serious.

He watched in the distance that the inhuman intelligent creatures who were not afraid of death organized another attack that was no different from suicide, then he turned his head and said to Arthur and others behind him:
"Okay, it's our turn to play. Pay attention to keep a safe distance for a while, you know? You are all my best brothers, and I don't want you to fall before dawn."

(End of this chapter)