Chapter 186 Fireworks Party

"How about changing the route?" Reco suddenly joined the confrontation, "You just said, Director Crouch, one of the parade teams will come to the press conference."

"Yes, I did say that."

"Then let them take a detour. As long as they are not allowed to continue along the previous route, the magic circle will not be completed." The poet became more and more excited, obviously very proud of himself for coming up with this idea.

"I have to say, you are not just good at bragging and singing ugly ballads." The eldest lady praised, then turned her head to look at old Barty.

"What do you think? Sir, this is the best result for you and me, as well as those arrogant pure-blood wizards.

"Just take a detour and find a random reason to stall them. Just like the Ministry of Magic often does. If they agree, it will be great. If they don't agree, it can also delay them for a while. "

Barty Crouch clasped his hands together, rubbing his thumbs together. After thinking for a while, he agreed: "Okay, for the sake of the Shafik family and the Yarbin family, I agree.

"But I can't do this myself. Let Alfred do it. Let him assign a few people."

"Thank you very much, Director. I promise you won't regret it."

"I hope so. Okay, let's go out now. I have things to discuss with people, things that you look down on."

The group walked out of the mayor's office and discussed the next plan. The eldest lady looked at the so-called important people.

Most of them were well-known people in the town, and she recognized many of them. When investigating her family's property in Ravenscar Village, she read a lot of information about relevant people.

The tough-looking and sturdy guy was Robinson, the owner of the sawmill in the town. Sawmilling is the pillar industry of the town.

The thin old man following him was the patriarch of the Barron family. The Barron family was second only to the Mendes family in the town.

She also recognized Sasha Pfeiffer, the chairman of the guild and the vice president of the Wizard Muggle Rights Association. However, to her surprise, Gray from the wizard shop was also there.

This is quite interesting. An ordinary wizard props store owner could actually receive an invitation to participate with the town's prominent people...

Just as Ellie was thinking, she caught a glimpse of the cross bracelets hanging on those people's hands.

"Wait!" The eldest lady seemed to sense something, and she rushed towards the group of people, but something strange happened.

...

A van slowly drove into the sawmill in the town. Victor, who was sitting in the driver's seat, looked ashen, but he didn't dare to ask the guard at the door for help, after all, the black unknown creature was hiding under his seat.

As long as he was a little abnormal, the thing would pierce him from bottom to top, not to mention that there was a terrible wizard watching not far away.

The guards opened the car and checked it, and then asked Victor: "Are you the only one?"

"They had something happen in the hospital, so I came here first. Come on, man, I come here almost every week."

The guard didn't say anything more, but gestured to the guard room, and the barrier slowly rose.

Standing not far away, Xing Ze watched the van drive into the sawmill. He waited, waiting for the car to enter the warehouse of the sawmill. According to Victor's information, the warehouse was the gathering place of the cultists.

He checked the automatic rifle in his hand again, steadied the pistol on his waist, and pulled the heavy belt, which was hung with three grenades.

The van entered the warehouse very smoothly. On the way here, Xing Ze changed the defensive magic reserved in the blue beak's body and changed it to an explosion spell.

With a loud bang, the sawmill suddenly burst into flames, followed by several explosions. The warehouse was completely blown into pieces, and black smoke and flames rushed into the sky.

"The party has begun." Xing Ze opened the safety of the rifle and rushed there quickly.

No one stopped him at all. Everyone in the sawmill was rushing towards the warehouse. Some people wailed, some cursed, and some screamed.

Xing Ze raised his gun and started firing. The wizards closest to him were shot and fell to the ground. Those who managed to escape quickly drew their wands and fought back.

Xing Ze calmly hid behind a pile of logs and took out his pistol to kill a wizard who rushed out of the house.

Then, he strode and went around to the other side. Two wizards were hiding behind a truck and looking around.

He took out a grenade without hesitation and threw it over. The grenade exploded, and the two wizards and the truck were blown up into the sky.

The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and the smoke of burnt wood. The young wizard walked forward while changing the magazine of his rifle.

A magic came and landed on Xing Ze's left hand. The magic energy exploded, and Xing Ze rolled on the ground to minimize the damage of the explosion.

He raised his gun and fired, retreating back quickly. After the magazine was exhausted, he kicked open the door of the house behind him and hid inside.

Running out of bullets, Xing Ze threw away his rifle and used a pistol instead. "These things are much better than wands," he muttered.

Of course, the premise is that you can hit the wizard's head, or those wizards are not wearing robes with protective spells.

Xing Ze knew clearly that when confronting a wizard, staying in the same place for a long time is fatal. So, he quickly ran to the window and jumped out.

The glass fragments scratched his hands and cheeks, but compared to the magic exploding in the house, these were worth it.

He confirmed the location of the opponent's wizard and rushed over there using the pile of wood as cover.

Magical spells were shot at Xing Ze one after another, but they were either blocked by the pile of wood, dodged by Xing Ze, or missed the target.

"Damn it, did you hit him?" Jefferson shouted to his men in the sawmill office building.

"No...no, that guy was like a cat, jumping around, I..."

"I didn't hire you to listen to you praising your opponent, get rid of that wizard for me." Jefferson ordered.

Behind him, Luke held his wand in his hand and said nervously: "Take me out of here, damn it, someone take me out of here."

"Stay quiet, kid, no one can leave unless you get rid of that bastard."

"Are you crazy? Jefferson, dare to talk to me like that."

"Our plan is ruined, what do you think the bishop will think? If we don't get rid of this wizard, we will all be sacrificed."

Hearing the word bishop, Luke trembled slightly, but still insisted: "I can't die here, I am the only descendant of the Mendes family, I can't die here."

"Fuck your descendants, little beast." Jefferson glared at Luke, "That guy caused me to lose almost all my men. So, don't mention leaving to me again. If you really want to leave, the gate is there, please go.

"But I don't have anyone to escort you, damn it, you know? You are simply a shame to the Mendes family. You can't even Apparate. "

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