The first to feel the changes that happened on the coast of France were naturally some old fritters who stood at the highest end of the magical world of various countries.

"Aha, this is a worthy event in the history of magic. "Even if you stand in the distant Nordic valley, you can still feel the majestic magic as clear as a beacon of a lighthouse.

Especially the magic shock wave caused by the second explosion, it is estimated that as long as it is not a pure-blooded squib, it will more or less react.

Although the gray-haired old man was a little old, his whole person was still sharp as a spear in the hands of a Norseman, and he could vaguely see the handsome shadow of his youth.

It's a familiar feeling, and a new era is coming.

The old man sighed, as if it was a series of major events that happened sixty years ago, before the change of the times.

The only pity is that none of the people standing behind him can be called a beam, and none of them even dare to take his words. All of them are soft eggs.

Also in England, Hogwarts, which has been towering in the Scottish Highlands for nearly a millennium, has been hit by waves of magic.

While most of the students only felt uncomfortable for a moment, the professors felt differently.

When Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and several other important school leaders arrived at the Headmaster's office, they saw Headmaster Dumbledore looking at the silver instrument on his desk with interest.

The machinery that was supposed to be working in a normal cycle, like the gears in those old-fashioned mechanical clocks, was running like crazy at the moment, and black smoke was constantly spewing out of the machinery.

As the smoke drifted over the parchment on the table, the parchment rapidly turned black and aged at a rate visible to the naked eye, and emitted an extremely uncomfortable smell of burnt fire in the room.

"Albus, what's going on?" Professor McGonagall asked first, after all, in terms of seniority and position, she was second only to the Headmaster at Hogwarts as the Headmaster and Headmaster.

Dumbledore stood up and shook his robe slightly, only the tip of his staff peeking out from under the sleeves of his robes. Silently, almost imperceptibly, the black mist gathered.

The professors shifted their gaze from the fog that seemed to be confined to an imperceptible spherical area to Dumbledore's hands.

The parchment that had accidentally corroded a corner provided shocking news.

"Message from the Ministry of Magic, they received an official diplomatic notification from the French Ministry of Magic two hours ago that there had been a magical accident in the Anglo-French Undersea Tunnel under construction. First, a train that was supposed to be empty exploded in a tunnel, only to discover that it was full of killed or bound passengers as sacrifices.

Then those who were sacrificed and the magic array that was presumably carved into it a long time ago produced a subspace rift. According to the results of the front-line reconnaissance returned by the law enforcement forces of the French Ministry of Magic, it is very likely that the spatial rift is connected to the legendary abyss, hell.

The aura of black magic in the abyss spread out along the spatial rift, contaminating the entire tunnel and the corpses inside.

This is the information we received at the time of the communication, and Minister Arthur of the French Ministry of Magic kindly reminded us to pay attention here. Now it seems that the two sides have not had time to prevent the deterioration of the situation. ”

The news that Dumbledore brought was so shattering that many words had disappeared from people's memory, and were almost only found in the most obscure history books.

When Dumbledore mentioned that it might be a rift in Hell, Snape's expressionless eyes seemed to light for a moment, but he quickly reverted to his original silence, it was a terrible place, and he would not forget the experience of being dragged into Hell by the Voodoo god last year.

"But I think you've all felt the magic fluctuation just now, and now I've received an invitation from the Ministry of Magic to go to the Port of Dover to help the Ministry of Magic deal with this matter. We would like to ask for your cooperation with Minerva, especially with the recent activities organized by the school. ”

Dumbledore was also a man of action, and he arranged what happened after he left the school in a few short sentences, while transferring some of the school's emergency clearances to Professor McGonagall.

Holding the parchment in his hand, there was a seal in the lower right corner of the parchment that appeared to be made of metal, and the moment Dumbledore touched it, his figure disappeared from the Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Of course, in addition to the British Ministry of Magic and the French Ministry of Magic, the wizarding world of other Western European countries, and even the wizarding world in the African part, felt the majestic magic beacon and the subsequent magic pulse.

Unfortunately, they are not allowed to go to France or the United Kingdom to explore or carry out activities, and if they do not have the permission of the other party's Ministry of Magic, they will be considered smuggling or invasion if they go directly to the other country, including but not limited to apparitions, portkeys, Floo powder, etc.

When Dumbledore arrived at the beach, in addition to seeing the officials of the British Ministry of Magic led by the restless Fudge, there was also a truly spectacular scene in front of him......

Even if it erupts in the center of the distant English Channel, standing on the coast of England, you can still see it soaring into the sky, as if poking a hole in the sky. It was impossible to tell whether the black pillar of mana that reached into the sky was rushing from the ground to the sky, or from the shattered sky.

At the same time, from the center of the black magic power, there were constantly circles of shock waves emitting outwards, and the waves on the sea surface were turbulent, and countless sea tribes could be seen foaming at the mouth and turning their bellies and drifting with the waves.

However, the rough waves did not succeed in hitting the shore, because a barrier of golden light, although not as exaggerated as reaching into the sky, was also tens of meters high, and spread the entire coastline of the British Isles at the same time.

Although the waves were blocked, the breath of the pervasive dark magic more or less leaked out, surging into the entire world again and again with the pulsating of the black pillar of light like breath.

I really didn't expect those young people to plan such a big event~

It is a strange feeling to stand on the land of Britain not in a cloak, but in the far reaches of the coastline.

With her long golden hair fluttering in the sea breeze, Morgan Le Fay held her wand in one hand and surged into the barrier in front of her with her wand, and gently brushed her hair with the other.

It's a pity that she is no longer the rebellious witch she used to be, otherwise she might have taken this opportunity to have fun~