Chapter 1123 Waltz Under the Moon (4)

"Howler letter? What happened?"

Barty Crouch frowned, opened the window and took out the letter from under the owl.

As if a fuse was triggered, after falling into the hands of Mr. Crouch, the red roaring letter quickly bent and smoked, and was about to explode in the bedroom in less than three seconds. The house elf Winky had even covered it in advance. With bat-like ears, he took two steps back in fear.

However, before the roaring letter could spontaneously combust, Barty Crouch took the lead and took out his wand and whispered softly.

"Silent and silent, the ground is frozen and the sky is cold——"

The letter that was about to burn suddenly stopped as if a large bucket of cold water had been poured on it.

"The British Ministry of Magic broke into France late at night? Did the British Aurors attack Armenia? Or did the British Minister of Magic personally lead the team?"

Barty Crouch unfolded the "calm down" roaring letter, his eyes quickly swept over the letter paper, and his expression suddenly changed.

As the former No. 1 contender for Minister of Magic and current Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, Barty Crouch instantly made up his mind after reading this "elderly rant" from the French Ministry of Magic. An ever-expanding floo network route was drawn: France, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Armenia—if they wanted to reach Armenia through the fireplace, Fudge and his party would have to pass through at least five magical government halls.

Unless all the officials of the magical government turned into giant monsters overnight, no one would ignore the nearly a hundred foreign wizards who "borrowed the passage" for the expedition.

And this also means that he and his International Magic Cooperation Department will soon face an unimaginable mess.

"Has that idiot Cornelius Fudge's brain been eaten by the Flo Caterpillar? He personally leads the Auror expedition to the magical world of Armenia? Winky, get my cloak, shoes and hats ready immediately - I have to go to the Ministry of Magic - —As for the home side, um... Twinkle?"

Barty Crouch glanced at the house elf standing next to him and made a meaningful snort.

"Don't worry, Master, I will take good care of you--"

"There will be no one at home after I leave! Tell those who come here - if there is anyone - to come to the Ministry of Magic to find me, and don't do any other unnecessary words or things. Do you understand?" Barty K. Rauch interrupted Shining somewhat roughly, his tone cold.

A few minutes later, Barty Crouch was fully dressed, casually glanced at the room next to the kitchen, and stepped into the green magic flame.

"Ministry of Magic."

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In fact, just as Barty Crouch feared, the European wizarding world was in chaos.

Before he woke up from his sleep, most of the Departments of International Magical Cooperation of most European magical governments were in a state of mixed emotions of shock, anger, and extraordinarily confusion. While they hurriedly questioned the British who had entered illegally, they urgently contacted their respective Aurors.

The most important thing is that the airs and reasons of these British wizards are really bluffing:

It is a large-scale international "peacekeeping" secret mission led by the British magical community and participated by the magical governments of many countries.

As the British Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge's ability to personally lead the team was quite convincing, not to mention that he was surrounded by nearly a hundred fierce and capable Aurors. Nearly a hundred foreign wizards poured into the government hall late at night. Even if some magical governments had wizards on duty, no one dared to pull out their wands to stop them. Moreover, some of the Ministry of Magic on-duty staff who stayed behind tonight were originally emergency response personnel.

The only thing the International Magical Cooperation Departments of various countries can do is to vent their anger on their British counterparts and frantically contact their respective ministers and Aurors.

Out of the sight of Ministry of Magic officials, mainstream newspapers and magazines in most of Europe's wizarding world have already opened their eyes.

Even though the cross-border floo network is not open to ordinary wizards, this trouble cannot stop reporters from top publications.

After simply confirming that there is indeed big news in Armenia, these "Wizard Paparazzi" gathered half a minute faster than Cornelius Fudge and others. Reporters riding brooms searching for battlefields have already appeared in the sky above the Armenian forest. , and some well-educated magical reporters even directly blocked the "ambush" of their respective Aurors in the pub on the Armenian side, and raced against time to start "battlefield" interviews.

As reporters from magical newspapers blocked the Aurors in the magic tavern, the last domino card was placed silently.

A gorgeous midnight musical officially begins.

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Kars is an important defense town in northeastern Turkey near Armenia.

The atmosphere in the Leaky Cauldron Tavern No. 17 was extremely tense.

Atif, the director of the Auror Office of the Turkish Ministry of Magic, looked as if he had just swallowed a fly, and the Aurors who were talking and laughing in the tavern also stopped talking and looked at their homes blankly, hesitantly, and anxiously. The leader, and the few uninvited guests who suddenly broke in.

Lokana, editor-in-chief of "Magic Times", as well as two magic photographers and three magic reporters.

"So, Director Atif, when do we start taking action?"

Lokana smiled and touched his smooth forehead, seemingly not worried at all about the wizard opposite him suddenly casting a spell on him.

"Don't worry, the people who come with me this time are all the elites of The Times. Maybe we are not as powerful as you gentlemen, but we will never cause trouble. If there are any additional combat deployments, we can still add - I can reserve the first three pages for you, and my only small wish is that in addition to the written interview report, I can put a few real-time battle photos that reflect your bravery and heroism."

"Listen, let me reiterate! This is a top-secret operation! You shouldn't ask about this. For the sake of our friendship-"

Atif frowned heavily, glared at the bald wizard fiercely, and lowered his voice.

"What are you asking about? Aurors from many countries are gathered in the Armenian forest tonight? Most of the European wizarding world is secretly encircling werewolves?"

Lokana waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "Oh, come on - the British don't think this is a secret. Their flamboyant cross-country itinerary only has people using amplifying spells everywhere to publicize this matter. Of course, this is not surprising, after all, this joint operation was led by those British guys, but I think in terms of follow-up publicity, at least we in the Turkish magical community can-"

"Wait, what did you just say? The British take the lead? What does this have to do with the British?"

At this moment, Balad, who was sitting next to Atif, coughed lightly and interrupted Lokana's words with a strange expression.

"Jointly encircle werewolves, stop pretending - this was an action first proposed by the British Ministry of Magic. Their previous actions were very effective, so they brought together the Turkish magical community and most of the European magical governments to jointly encircle werewolves. This is their magic The minister said that they just left the hall of the Turkish Ministry of Magic. Although we are responsible for the finishing touches, at least you have to give us a departure time..."

"Responsible for finishing? The British Ministry of Magic... takes the lead?! It's broken!"

Lokana was stunned for half a second, then reacted instantly and slammed the table in anger.

"Assholes, those despicable British guys are so shameless - they have entered the woods now? Everyone, set off immediately!"

Although it is unknown where the British Ministry of Magic got the wind, it is obvious that if they waited until dawn as originally planned to enter the Armenian forest to search for werewolves, they might not be able to catch anything except wolf hairs.

The Turkish Ministry of Magic is in charge of finishing things off?

Pooh!

At the same time, the same story happened in almost every temporary gathering place of magical government Aurors.

And just like the Aurors of the Turkish Ministry of Magic, all the Auror commanders gave the order at the same time - to enter the forest immediately, and stop the British in the Armenian forest before they steal the credit for "Suppressing the Werewolves", even if possible I don’t care about some dangers.

After months of hard work, no one wanted to make wedding dresses for those despicable foreigners from Great Britain.

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Great!