Chapter 238 Two Fighters

The cheers in the arena were getting louder and louder, and people were excited, just waiting for the duelists to enter the venue.

Minister Fudge was arranged at the front of the venue, which had a good view and a separate private room, free from outside interference.

Today, he was accompanied by Scrimgeour, Amelia Bones and Minister's Advisor Christine Carrow.

"Who do you think will win?" Fudge asked.

Bones was the first to reply: "In comparison, I like Barrow Foley better. According to the intelligence we have obtained, he seems to have the support of many pure-blood families."

"A duel that can't be called fair." Scrimgeour interrupted.

"You can't say that, Director." Advisor Christine objected, "Money, connections and social status should all be taken into consideration. You know, the game in reality is far from fair."

The director of the Auror Office raised his eyebrows. He looked at the gorgeously dressed woman. As Fudge's confidant, Christine Carrow was undoubtedly the most important one.

This woman has been coming to the fore since Fudge became the chairman of the Ministry of Magic Investigation Committee. Almost all of Fudge's affairs will go through her hands. It is more appropriate to say that she is Fudge's personal assistant rather than a consultant.

"Well said, Miss Carrow. But aren't we talking about the duel in the field?"

"Don't you know yet? Scrimgeour, this duel has risen to a political contest. Now, all the families are watching these two people."

Of course I know. The old lion thought to himself, otherwise, you would have fulfilled what you said in the media-awarding Xing Ze the Medal of Honor.

"What about you, Mr. Minister? Who do you hope will win?" Scrimgeour asked.

Fudge pondered the question. The head of the Auror Office has always been aggressive, and his question is obviously intended to get his position.

"I hope?" The minister chuckled. "You know me, Director. As a public figure, I cannot participate in gambling. Quidditch or wizard duels."

The irrelevant answer made Scrimgeour give up the idea of ​​continuing to explore Fudge's position. Anyway, his purpose of going with him this time was not for this.

In the mission in Ravenscar Village, the rescue team successfully rescued old Barty at the first time, but the price paid was also extremely painful.

The Agate team was completely wiped out, and even the body could not be found. The only captain Pedro left in the Ruby team was on the verge of mental breakdown.

And his adjutant Rogers, a pioneer who once fought against the Death Eaters, almost lost his life. He is now receiving treatment in the intensive care unit of St. Mungo's.

If the incident at the brewery made Scrimgeour realize that the world is not only threatened by dark wizards, then the rescue operation in Ravenscar made him fully understand the horror of dream things.

Yes, just like the warning from the top of the Key Hall. The magic world, no, the whole world is changing. They are not only facing the Death Eaters, but also the terrible existence behind the Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic needs to change. If it does not keep up with the times, it will be eliminated. This is the message left by the senior executive.

Indeed, the entire British magic world is sealed in a box by those so-called pure-blood families. Most people here are blindly arrogant like frogs in the well.

Those who jump out of the well are like jumping clowns in the eyes of these people. They are more willing to believe everything that is beneficial to them, rather than those warnings and truths.

If this continues, the cursed plague that just passed will not be the last one. One day, the walls built by those families will become the culprits that block the people.

"Let the facts speak for themselves." Scrimgeour whispered.

A sharp but powerful voice sounded in the meeting hall. Professor Flitwick presided over this duel. He was probably the most qualified person to preside over the duel besides Dumbledore.

"Let's invite the fighter Barrow Foley to enter."

The sound and screams of the entire venue reached the highest point. With the joint efforts of many families and Barrow Foley's outstanding temperament, he has become a star-like existence.

"This is destined to be a duel that will go down in history." Bakht murmured as he looked at the enthusiastic female audience.

At this time, Clara finished the last spell, "Okay." The girl smiled, "May the Valkyrie guide you forward."

Are we really not going to Valhalla? Xing Ze smiled in his heart, and then confirmed with Hermione who had just walked in: "You said he has a phoenix feather? Lena Custer gave it to him?"

"Yes, sir." Hermione nodded.

"This is not fair." Ben spread his hands and shouted, "What kind of duel is this? Let's just go out and admit defeat."

"Very good." Xing Ze said to himself.

"Okay? Damn it, Xingze, you're not serious, are you? Okay, okay." Ben waved his hand, "While that guy is still giving his acceptance speech, we need to make a plan."

"I agree." Hermione raised her hand.

"No need, Ben." Xingze stood up from his seat and slowly walked to the door of the tent, "It will be over soon."

In the venue, Barrow finished his opening speech. Professor Flitwick turned and shouted: "Then please welcome the next fighter, Xingze!"

The cheers in the venue were much lighter, and most people looked at the tent nervously. They wanted to see this oriental wizard who was praised by the newspapers.

"Are you sure? Xingze, wait..." Ben watched his colleague walk out of the tent, he sighed deeply, and prayed to Merlin in his heart.

"Do you have anything to say?" Professor Flitwick asked Xingze who walked to the center of the venue.

"No, professor, just finish it quickly."

Professor Flitwick nodded, took out his wand and began to read out the necessary matters for the magic duel.

Since the development of duels in ancient times, it has evolved from a barbaric life-and-death battle to a competition-like competition. Various rules and regulations ensure the fairness and safety of duels. At least that's what the public thinks.

Barrow made a gesture of wiping his neck to Xingze, but found that the latter was looking up at the sky. Following his gaze, Barrow saw a high-quality bird circling in the sky. Judging from the wingspan, it should be a falcon.

He couldn't help but get angry. What qualifications did this Oriental man have to be so arrogant? He was just a half-blooded foreigner.

Thinking of this, Barrow put aside all his worries. The rules Flitwick mentioned were so harsh and ironic. He was also glad that he accepted the phoenix feather and the magical potion given by his father. Now it was time to expose the liar in front of him.

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