Flying is not an easy thing even for wizards.

Even the most convenient means of transportation, the broomstick, has some wizards who can't use it well, and the fact that it flies without relying on any tool and relying on a wand alone is undoubtedly a legendary thing in the eyes of most wizards.

Well, it's really a legend - at least Mr. Warner, the German Minister of Magic, has never heard of it, although he knows that both Dumbledore and Grindelwald have the ability to fly, but why should people fly to him?

As for the most elite Aurors under the Ministry of Magic, although I have heard that they have the ability to fly, but none of them will show the Minister of Magic that ordinary flight that cannot be used in battle at all, and the Aurors who can master this will perform like a clown to please the Minister of Magic? What kind of international joke, the Minister will sit for a few years and then go down, let the most elite Aurors act for him, and believe it or not the next day the people in the Auror Office colluded to get the Minister down?

Therefore, when he saw that the other party flew naturally in the air and landed unharmed, Warner put away all his complaints.

It doesn't matter what the other party is only seventeen years old, or what is just the identity of the Hogwarts prefect, it doesn't matter at the moment, the other party's free flight with one hand can already dispel all doubts - this is an ability that only the most elite wizards can master.

Originally, when I glanced at it occasionally during the day, I thought that the interns who came to negotiate at Hogwarts seemed to be led by this teenager (a small sequelae left over from years of practicing with everyone) to pass the time with a few directors of the unintentional teasing, but at this moment it was already spinning wildly in Warner's mind.

Dumbledore is old, and the fact that the other party is talking and laughing with Professor McGonagall, the prospective Deputy Headmaster, who is the current overall face of Hogwarts, and giving the rest of the prefects a vague power led by him, is already very revealing.

Dumbledore has no bloodlines left, and in his old age, according to the traditional practice of wizards, the magic that has been studied and the experiments that have not been perfected must be passed on by an excellent heir, right, the other party?

A teenager with such amazing strength, if Dumbledore himself taught it little by little, then there would be no problem - thinking of this, Minister Warner couldn't help but sigh for himself, if the person in front of him was a successor cultivated by Dumbledore, the strength of Hogwarts would last for at least nearly a hundred years, and what about his own side?

If there was a choice, who would use a former Death Eater who betrayed his teammates and defected to his home country as headmaster?

Even if there is a lot of exchange of interests, even if there are too many compromises, the other party's original experience is left there, if there is a way, who will use him to teach his own next generation of wizards? Even if Karkaroff has done a really good job since he came to power, there are still few people in the Ministry of Magic who are satisfied with him - profit to benefit, disgusting to disgusting.

But sighing and sighing, the etiquette on the face is not lacking at all.

"It's Alan from Hogwarts—" Minister Warner paused for a moment, and then used a reasonable title, "Alan-san, thank you very much for your great support and help in the work of the Ministry of Magic," his expression was a little happy, and his tone was unusually friendly, "The German Ministry of Magic will not forget everyone who has contributed greatly to the peace of the wizarding world." “

"You see I almost forgot, it's very tiring to kill the saint who tried to cause a disaster and escape from the sea of corpses, I'm still dragging you here, I know you still have the determination and faith to resist evil, but then you don't need to risk and exhaustion to deal with them, the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic is to destroy these existences, you can rest in peace, and then we will fulfill our duty as protectors of the wizarding world. ”

Well—something like this.

Because Alan doesn't know German, he can only understand a few sentences, and the rest is made up by his brain.

But there won't be much deviation, anyway, it's nothing more than affirming his contribution, and then letting him disassociate himself from the next cleanup work, and just go back and watch.

After all, in the end, such a big accident, if the Ministry of Magic didn't do anything, watching Eren do everything single-handedly, it wouldn't be much, the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic were waiting to resign, and even if the newspaper wanted to brag about favoritism, it would have to have some basis, right?

But this is none of Allen's business, anyway, the Minister of Magic has said that the benefits are indispensable to him, so he naturally chose to go back to sleep - anyway, the purpose of his calling is nothing more than to control the Yin Corps, and if the people of the Ministry of Magic want them to fight with those Yin Corpses a little bit, Allen has no objection at all.

If you are not tired and can take money without any moral guilt, the people in the Ministry of Magic are probably still very happy, so why not?

So, after Allen said a bunch of official words that have been commonly used these days, he went back to repair it very happily - this is an excuse from the Ministry of Magic, and it works well anyway.

Just as Alan was about to leave for his head, he suddenly remembered someone.

Like, the intern who brought him over is still lying under the protection of thorns?

Without any thought, Eren directly rose into the air again, and then, under the stunned eyes of a group of Ministry of Magic personnel, he swept a path with his magic and rushed to the side of the thorn bush that he was almost protecting with all his might.

Fortunately, the protection of these thorns is sufficient, and the previous saint's obsession with killing Allen is too deep, so the interns who are protected inside have no problem at all, to be exact, there should be no major problem at all.

Although the thorn bush managed to cover her and dodge all the attacks, the feet of the skeletons rushing towards her could not be stopped, and although there was a thick vine as a cushion, she was still not lightly trampled, but she was not trampled.

"What's going on? Why are there so many Yin corpses? Are you okay? Can you rush out on your own?" a barrage of questions were asked, and then she was pulled into the air by Alan with a scream, rushing outside.

"I'm sorry, I just forgot about the person - I barely rushed over, and I finally managed to get her out of the way," Alan said panicked, and then continued to maintain a rather tired expression after the fight, and after hurriedly saying goodbye, he went back with the human illusion, as for the people from the Ministry of Magic to believe it or not, Alan believes that they will choose to believe it.

——

It was still in that garden, and the figures of Alan and the intern appeared at about the same time, and thanks to the amount of magic that Eren still had left, the trip was quite smooth.

"What happened?" "What happened?" The rescued intern lady still had a surprised expression on her face, she seemed to have just seen her minister coming?

"It's a little more complicated, but it's not a big deal, and then we can go back and deal with our own things. Alan helplessly spread his hands - he realized that he had committed a more middle and second problem.

It seems that he is an intern of the Ministry of Magic, and he has just thrown people to the people of the Ministry of Magic, and it will never be a problem for him to return by himself.

However, now that they have brought all the people back, then there is nothing to say.

Can't you take someone back with a disfigurement, and then throw them to the Minister of Magic, and tell them that I'm sorry, I just had a little problem, and now I'm aware of it, so I rushed over and brought them back to you?

What are you kidding, then I don't know what rumors will come out tomorrow!

Alan pulled the corners of his mouth speechlessly, and then looked at the other party who was still thinking about life and ideals, and couldn't help but put forward a very constructive suggestion; "Anyway, there was a fight, and now I'm a little tired, why don't we go back to the hall and eat something, so that we can talk while eating?"

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After a moment of silence, Miss Intern, who was skeptical of her life, finally responded, she was now in a mess, and could only nod and follow Alan back.

——

In the hall, the party had already dispersed, and the Ministry of Magic had mobilized almost all the forces it could mobilize to surround and kill those Yin Corpses, except for a few interns who didn't know anything about the guests at Hogwarts and the office director who still didn't know anything, the rest of the people rushed over.

Professor McGonagall and the others had a heart about what was going on in the hall, but when the rest of the people didn't know anything, they naturally couldn't get any news, especially when the incident happened suddenly and the dark lines were all transferred out, they almost didn't know anything.

There is no way, although the appearance of a large-scale Yin corpse at the bottom is worth reporting, but the priority is not enough to use those high-level dark lines, and it will not have much impact on the people from Hogwarts, so there is naturally no need to risk this information to send it.

However, such a large-scale transfer could not be fooled, and at this moment, Professor McGonagall was really anxious, and they saw that Allen, who was in a mess, returned with a tired intern.

Professor McGonagall was more serious, and the rest of the people couldn't help but feel a little crooked when they saw that Allen was covered in dirt and his clothes were a little messy - especially the fact that Miss Intern, who had returned with Allen, had a lot of cracked twigs in her hair.

Thankfully, Professor McGonagall eagerly asked before their strange thoughts could be asked.

"Alan, do you know what's going on outside?"

"Well, I know, Professor, it's a war, but not with the rest of the nations, but with an army of Yin Corpses belonging to the Saints. ”

"The Corpse Army?"

"That's right, Professor, almost all of them rot into skeletons, but sheer in number. Alan said as he held back his eyes from drifting to the fruit on the table - he wasn't joking, he was really hungry.

Killing so many dark wizards in one go, and crushing nearly 100,000 skeletons alive, is not an easy job, and Alan even thinks that he can eat a whole roast sheep alive.

"Just to deal with the Yin Corpse Outbreak?" Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, and then her serious expression narrowed a little - if it was to deal with an emergency, it was indeed quite necessary to hide from these foreign wizards, even if the two sides already had a good cooperation.

"Sure, Alan?" Professor McGonagall thought about Allen's quest to verify the authenticity of the news again, but there was no way, the matter was too big, even if Professor McGonagall trusted Allen, she would confirm the authenticity of the information.

"Pretty sure, after all, I've done some trivial work in dealing with this Yin Corpse Outbreak," Alan replied with some seriousness,1 and his eyes couldn't help but drift to a cold-cut chicken that no one had touched yet.

"That's good," the professor nodded, and then asked, "how big is the scale, how much damage will it cause to the personnel, and will it affect the implementation of the treaty we have signed this time?"

"No, Professor, I personally confirmed the scale of the Yin Corpse Tide, and by the way, I killed the manipulator, the current Yin Corpse is in a state of disorderly attack, and the Ministry of Magic has also led a large number of departures to contain it, except for some people who are tired, nothing else will happen, and the treaty will be well enforced. Alan said his insignificant contribution lightly, his eyes fixed on the pile of snacks on the table.

"Manipulator?" Professor McGonagall was stunned, realizing that it was a man-made accident, "You killed the other party, were you not injured?"

"That's right, a person who is quite a dish, his identity is said to be good, and it stands to reason that his combat effectiveness should be acceptable, but he is not experienced enough in combat, and he was finally killed by me. Alan recalled slightly, and made a fairly objective description of the opponent's combat power, and then responded to the question later, "No, the other party is quite vegetable, but it caused me some trouble at the beginning, and the back is actually fine." ”

"That's good, I've been tired for so long, it's time to rest, let's go down and rest, let's leave the dance scene, and then we can wait for the good news from the Ministry of Magic with peace of mind." Professor McGonagall nodded to the others, then gave the order to rest.

There is no doubt that the reason why they are still waiting here is half because of the lack of confirmation of the news, and the other half is because Alan has gone out and has not come back yet, now that the news is available, Alan is also back, so it is natural to go back to rest - negotiation is not something that can be done easily, even if there is no real talk in the past few days, it is enough to be tired of doing it.

Therefore, after confirming Allen's safety, a group of people returned directly to the place where they were arranged to stay under the leadership of the staff, and did not even discuss too much about the Yin Corpse Tide - after all, Alan didn't say how strong the other party was, anyway, seeing that Allen was unharmed, they still felt that the scale was actually like that, compared to those, the issues that several prefects were more concerned about was.

Why did Alan find out from afar? Why did the two of them look so strange and have a lot of grass clippings or something?