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Victor had already seen that under the blazing flames over there, both the rails and the broken train body had begun to turn red and soft, and in some places there had even condensed a pool of red droplets on the ground.

Although Victor had not learned much about Muggle science, he knew that in order to smelt metal, the temperature was not something that the human body could bear.

I couldn't help but gasp for a heat wave, and then I forced a cough and quickly waved my wand to give myself a delicate bubble head charm, so as not to be poisoned by the lack of oxygen or the exhaust gas from combustion before the problem here was solved.

The floor was covered in the blood of those Muggle colleagues, many of whom were torn apart by shrapnel-like fragments from the train cars the moment the train exploded.

A large amount of blood dried up under the heat wave of the Burning Spell, forming a layer of substance with a strange mixture of sticky and slippery feet.

As soon as Victor felt the fluctuation of magic in the accident, he sent the message back to the French Ministry of Magic in his own way, and now, praying that he could stop these people from making further plans before his own reinforcements arrived.

The Élysée Palace is now in shambles.

Francois Mitterrand, the leader of the Socialist Party and the current prime minister of France, slapped the table in anger and threw the news in front of these people.

"An empty test run! Empty!" he said, pointing to the scattered materials, "Why are there so many people on the test car?!Why did there explode and burn violently?!Or did we in France run the Eurostar on fuel power now while I slept?!"

Many bigwigs from the Internal Intelligence Bureau and the Engineering Department of the Ministry of Communications also gathered together with ugly faces, watching the scattered papers on the conference table glow extremely red under the light of the fireplace flames.

Although they were urgently gathered in the middle of the night, and although they were rushed by Mitterrand's brainless anger, what they need to be more concerned about now is the cause of this accident.

It wasn't until the accident happened, and it wasn't until the information that the train exploded and caught fire came back that they knew that there were hundreds of people on the train.

Although they don't know why the test train actually carried so many people, and even escaped the safety monitoring system at the land entrance, they needed to quickly come up with an emergency plan to stabilize the tunnel situation first.

Mitterrand's face was not good, but in his anger he glanced out of the corner of his eye at the man on the side of the conference room who seemed to be out of place with everyone.

Leader of the French Communist Party, French President Brontë.

After the merger of democratic France and federal France, even though federal France was buried with a lot of hidden dangers and instability by some-stirring countries, with the support of the entire red camp, the French Communist Party still sat firmly on the top trade.

Of course, they are also very good at behaving, and in order to appease those people, they elected a relatively pleasing socialist party from among the opposition parties to form a cabinet to govern in a coalition.

This is why Mitterrand became prime minister.

Mitterrand was about to say something, when suddenly the secretary pushed the door in at an inopportune moment, interrupting his movements.

Despite Mitterrand's unkind gaze, the secretary quickly made his intentions clear.

He quickly said to Brontë: "Mr. President, the underground intelligence service has called and said that they will come and meet you immediately. ”

Mitterrand's face instantly turned a little pale.

As if he had been prepared, Brontët nodded, and after signaling to Mitterrand, they left the chamber together and went to the most secret room in all of France reserved for the president.

The ministers looked at each other, and then looked at the director of the Directorate General of Internal Security Intelligence, who unfortunately did not know the specifics.

These people who stand at the top of the country know that there is an underground intelligence service in France.

This fabled department existed in the time of Charles de Gaulle and even earlier, and was located in the underground building area of the Élysée Palace.

But the underground intelligence service is accountable to the president alone, and even the parliament cannot interfere in any way.

But what they didn't know was that the Underground Intelligence Service had another name, the French Ministry of Magic's office at the Élysée Palace.

Brontë, with the vigorous red character of the turbulent era, entered the room and asked directly to the people by the fireplace, "This incident was caused by your people?"

"Yes, Mr. President, although the time is not the right time to say this, I would like to say that it is a pleasure to see you again, and Mr. Prime Minister"

The man by the fireplace turned, and the flames of the fireplace illuminated an equally majestic man.

Under the broad forehead, there are straight eyebrows, the eyes are like falcons in the slightly sunken eye sockets, and the straight nose bridge is the lips that are very tight even if you smile, giving people a very serious feeling at a glance.

"French Minister of Magic, Artur"

Mitterrand even had the amusement that his Socialists, who were considered traitors by the Pure Orthodox Party, could not catch up with the leader of the French Communist Party when it came to accepting that the world was magical.

After a brief greeting ceremony, both Brontë and Mitterrand waited for Arthur to give them a detailed explanation.

But unfortunately, the Minister of Magic only shook his head: "We only know that there is a strong magical reaction at the scene of the accident, and I am here to inform you that the rescue and investigation of this accident will be handed over to the French Ministry of Magic to avoid meaningless casualties." ”

"Meaningless, that train is full of ......" Mitterrand was about to say something, his brows furrowed, this matter is not simple, "the hundreds of people on that train are also with you...... Do you have a relationship over there?"

Arthur spread his hands noncommittally.

"For the time being, I understand that the mastermind behind the security check has controlled the personnel at the security check, well, you can understand it as hypnosis.

I've sent the Ministry of Magic's Rapid Action Team to support before coming here, but I don't know if the security personnel in the tunnels will be able to hold out until help arrives. ”

"Are there any special events over there lately?"

Brontë tapped on the table and looked at Arthur and asked.

Arthur looked at the globe on his desk and gently fiddled with it with his hand.

After several laps the globe stopped in the European area.

"Don't you also know that the biggest event in the past two years, apart from the reunification of France, is only this Europa outcast who has been used to establish power. ”

The place where he stopped was none other than Romania.

Mitterrand instantly felt like a deflated ball, not that he was afraid of these things, but that some things were really tiring.

After the country blew itself up due to unrest, a large number of refugees began to pour into the entire Mediterranean coastal countries.

Even Corsica, the emperor's homeland, was almost occupied.

But what Arthur didn't say was that after the self-detonation of the country, the intelligence left behind by the ministries of magic of various countries showed that there was a living sacrifice that the wizarding world would not tolerate!