Chapter 1128 Waltz Under the Moon (9)

"The plan of the Ministry of Magic of various countries? Is that so? I'm very sorry, I thought..."

The voice lingering around everyone in the Ministry of Magic said softly, a little surprised and a little enlightened.

By now, the Aurors had almost all arrived in the open space, and their eyes were wandering between the looming figure in the distant firelight and Cornelius Fudge. As for the reporters, they took advantage of their free time to record the surrounding scenes while waiting for what the mysterious wizard would say next.

The Armenian magic world has a long history, and it is not surprising that powerful and mysterious wizards occasionally appear here.

"Yes, to be more precise, your appearance completely disrupted our original plan and deployment-"

The French Minister of Magic, Castel, took out his wand, cast the amplifying spell in a similar manner, and spoke before Cornelius Fudge could speak.

"Because you trespassed into this area and fought with werewolves, we had to advance the general attack originally scheduled for dawn. Now I hope that you can cooperate with the actions of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic in our countries, otherwise you may face threats from Accountability of multinational magical governments.”

"Well, so if I cooperate from now on, the plan can still get back on track, right?" the voice asked gently.

Many Ministry of Magic officials exchanged glances with each other and laughed silently.

Most people gradually came to their senses. Perhaps the mysterious wizard had extremely powerful magical power, but judging from his conversations with the two ministers of magic, it seemed that the other party was most likely a lawful and upright good man. And what the magical government is best at dealing with are good people who abide by the law.

"Obviously, sir." Cornelius Fudge said, his chubby face flushed with excitement. "As you can see, there are hundreds of elites from various magical governments around. You only need to hold on for a little while." In a moment, we will defeat the werewolves surrounding you. When we arrest those evil werewolves one by one, your previous rashness will naturally turn into positive achievements in the reports!"

"Well, that sounds reasonable, but—"

The voice chuckled, and Cornelius Fudge's heart sank suddenly.

"--I reject!"

"Now - I hope - everyone here will stay quiet and stay where you are -"

They saw the figure in the distant firelight raise his arm and move the wand back in a smooth motion.

Almost at the same time, the air seemed to freeze.

Half a second later, an extremely powerful magic burst out from the front.

The surrounding flames rose again, and the hot air waves rolled up by the faint blue flames rushed over Fudge and others like a tide.

Cornelius Fudge felt as if the hairs all over his body stood on end nervously.

"Clear water like a spring!"

Connelly shouted reflexively and waved his wand forward.

"The clear water is like a spring! The clear water is like a spring! Fainting -"

boom!

A crimson curse rubbed Cornelius Fudge's ears and disappeared into the dark forest behind him.

Not far away, the director of the Auror Office of the Turkish Ministry of Magic shouted loudly.

"Don't recite offensive spells! This is a compound spell and the spell will rebound!"

"Everyone form a circle! Form a circle! Quick, insert the wand into the ground——"

On the other side, the thunderous voice of the French Minister of Magic made everyone's eardrums hurt.

Except for the Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic, at least half of the wizards immediately inserted their wands into the ground and shouted in unison: "All curses are over!"

Since Grindelwald "annihilated" most of the Aurors in Paris, France, many magical governments have added a simple collective spellcasting instruction to the Auror training: When facing attacks from "Demon King-level" wizards, Jointly cast "All Spells Are Ended" to offset the opponent's magic.

However, people soon discovered that the surging magic power was not coming towards them.

The ground trembled slightly, and the muddy water in the puddles, the mist beads remaining on the leaves, and even the clear water summoned by Cornelius Fudge and others rose up as if being sucked by an invisible giant beast, forming four directions in the air. A giant water cocoon made of molten glass.

Countless undulating black shadows with unclear faces struggled in the water cocoon - those werewolves!

The giant water cocoon swept through the forest floor as if it were alive, devouring everything it encountered.

The burning and jumping blue flames were like a fence, blocking the way of the fleeing werewolves, waiting for those water cocoons to swallow up the werewolves who had no way to escape. In less than half a minute, four water cocoons Most of the werewolves on the field were cleared away, and they began to gather towards the center to form a huge thing that was at least four or five stories high. Countless mud and water stains were thrown out from the inside, leaving only the clear water and the werewolves in it.

Then, a bright light suddenly lit up in front of everyone's eyes, and the intense white light pierced everyone's eyes.

The water fell back to the ground with a splash, splashing out like a whale's tail. Hundreds of werewolves stacked together made slight sounds of struggling and vomiting. Those high-speed rotating water cocoons just now may not be fatal, but they were enough to make them Loss of combat effectiveness in a short period of time.

"Okay, gentlemen, you can start counting and cleaning up now."

The gentle voice sounded in the ears of Cornelius Fudge and others again.

As the voice fell, the magical flames lingering around everyone in the Ministry of Magic also quietly disappeared into the void.

"What should we do now?" Delis turned to look at Fudge. He felt that his brain was a little exhausted.

"Ahem, we can't stand there in a daze anyway. Let's count the number of werewolves first and arrest them one by one -" Cornelius Fudge coughed lightly and said quickly, subconsciously avoiding the reporters beside him, "After the statistics are completed, We still discuss how to relocate according to the original plan.”

In any case, perhaps there is not much suspense about the protagonist tonight, but the British Ministry of Magic still has to do something.

Several other magical government officials obviously had the same idea and issued similar instructions one after another.

After a brief silence, the Aurors from various countries raised their wands and cautiously approached the werewolves who had lost their fighting ability.

Except for the change in time and the different distribution methods of "werewolves", the current situation is actually similar to the original plan of most of the Ministry of Magic - the werewolves are lying on the ground without threat, and they only need to make up for the coma one by one. Curse, even if the capture is successful.

The only difference is that in the public eye, those modifications of "combat process" and "difficulties and obstacles" will definitely not be used.

"In this way, I won't be held accountable by the magical governments of many countries, right? Mr. Minister."

This time, the mysterious wizard's voice came directly from the bonfire in front.

The calm tone seemed to be mixed with an invisible sense of oppression.

"Uh, of course not, I was just joking." French Minister of Magic Castor laughed dryly, "I'm so sorry, sir, I just didn't expect that there would be a powerful wizard like you living in seclusion here in the Armenian forest. I At that time, I was, uh, a little anxious—"

"That's right!" Cornelius Fudge looked around awkwardly, "Frankly speaking, if I could have known you earlier -"

"Lockhart?!" At this moment, Amelia Bones suddenly shouted in surprise.

She pushed up her monocle and stared over Cornelius Fudge's shoulder at the figure walking out of the bonfire. The stern face she had kept tonight suddenly became particularly exciting.

"What?"

"L-Lockhart? Gilderoy Lockhart?!"

Cornelius Fudge raised his head and followed Amelia's gaze.

Right in front of them, the bonfire that had been burning was gradually extinguishing, and a young wizard with golden curly hair was stepping out of the golden-red firelight. He fiddled with his wand with a smile on his face, showing his white teeth even when he wasn't speaking.

Click! Click! Click!

Amidst the reporters' shutters and flashes of lightning, it was like a storm.

The remaining words in Cornelius Fudge's throat seemed to have turned into thick phlegm, and it was all stuck inside, unable to say a word.

"I just vaguely heard that tonight's werewolf plan was led and planned by you?"

Lockhart walked over briskly, his eyes passing over the faces of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, and his smile became brighter.

"Oh, what an amazing international magical cooperation. However, I have a little doubt, why do these werewolves gather in the Armenian forest from thousands of miles away? While other gentlemen are counting the werewolves, maybe we have There are many things that need to be communicated and discussed..."

Lockhart paused for half a second, then continued in a meaningful tone.

"After all... you have also seen that I have done a pretty good job in attracting firepower, right?"

As Lockhart's gaze slowly swept over, the expressions of other senior magical government officials standing next to Fudge suddenly changed.

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Great!