The attack in front of him was so sudden that the group of women behind him were stunned.

Fortunately, Madame de la Cuer's reaction was quick.

"Stop!"

With a wave of her wand, she knocked a black-robed wizard flying in, and then took advantage of the opportunity to rush forward with an arrow and hold Luke, who had already passed out, in his arms.

And Fleur's reaction was not slow, she pulled out her wand, took out her long legs, and rushed to her mother's side in three steps and two steps, pointing the wand in her hand in the same direction as her mother.

Chrissy was the third to react, running behind the three and pointing her wand to the back. Ruth, on the other hand, held Gabrielle in her arms, her eyes full of fear.

She was a little stunned, and after a while, she took her wand in her hand and looked around warily.

"Who are you! This is Tobin Boulevard! Aurence is here! ”

Madame de la Cuer's reaction was really quick, this is France, there has not been any major attack on France since Grindelwald. And it is the most prosperous commercial street in France, although everyone knows that there are rats underground. But these rats dare to come up and make trouble...... Is it crazy?

Moreover, the person they attacked was the successor of the Gaunt family, which was a major event that would attract the attention of the entire wizarding world! Who can afford it?

The man in the funny clown mask ignored Fleur and Lady Delacour, who were waiting for him, and waved his wand in his hand, and red lightning bolted towards Madame Delacour.

Madame Delacour waved her wand and an invisible wall of light appeared in a spherical shape, enveloping the crowd. She knew very well that the most important thing now was not to defeat these attackers, but to protect the teenager beside her.

What is the identity of the other party, and finally bringing the other party to justice, these are not her concerns, she only needs to keep Luke Gaunt now, that is the most important thing.

That's the most important thing, at least for her and her family.

So she will definitely not do more superfluous things, such as stepping forward to fight the attacker. There is no need for this at all.

The red lightning bolt shot at the invisible ball of light, and after a moment of stalemate, it was still bounced out.

You could see that Madame de la Cull had a look of distress on her face.

"Mom, you take Luke and leave."

Fleur looked at the boy who had fainted in his mother's arms, and then said to his mother, "He can't go missing in front of us."

Luke really didn't have any elders behind him to support him. He was the last man of the Gaunt family. But this does not mean that they are weak and can be bullied, and some nobles who have a sense of sadness about this matter will definitely find trouble for them.

They won't care if you're working hard or not.

They only care about the outcome.

But Madame de la Cuer shook her head: "I will not leave you either."

Leave your own child behind and leave with another child behind? Madame de la Cuer had never thought that she had such a high level of consciousness, even if she trusted her daughter's strength, she would never do so.

"I know you can handle two adult wizards with strength alone. But that's a duel, Fleur baby. ”

Although Madame Delacour was talking to Fleur, her eyes kept staring at the black-robed man opposite, like a female leopard who had been preparing to attack, and she did not let her guard down at all.

"The real battle is not as open as you are in a duel."

Although I also like to watch wizard duels, when something has the nature of a performance, then its actual combat significance will most likely be discounted.

As a staff member of the Ministry of Magic, she has seen the fighting style of the Dark Wizards, especially the Gloves.

Varied, strange.

For a child like his daughter who has not yet come out of school, and the concept of combat is still stuck in a formulaic duel, it is absolutely impossible to be the opponent of the other party.

Even if it has been surpassed in hard power.

The other party only needs a simple little means to force such students to retreat, and then easily defeat them in chaos.

For example, they will often use some trash talk and insult each other or the other party's family members to make them lose their ground.

But the black-robed man in front of him did not speak as defiantly as Madame Delacour imagined, but silently raised the wand in his hand, as if he was preparing for a real head-on battle with them.

"Hah! This kid is really a full sweetheart! ”

An old, rugged voice sounded from behind.

Looking at the short and fat old man who appeared behind the black-robed man who didn't know when, who was also wearing a black robe, but with a long white beard leaking, whether it was Madame Delacour or the black-robed man over there, a trace of dazedness flashed on his face.

"What ...... are you?"

The black-robed man quickly turned and pointed his wand at the old man. But before he could finish his words, he saw a white light in front of him. Then there were the heavier eyelids and the sound of falling to the ground.

"Faint!"

The white light flashed, and the black-robed man slammed into the end, without the slightest struggle.

The old man took his wand, which was half shorter than normal and looked like it had been broken, and withdrew it and said to a mother and daughter over there, "Come on, give me that boy."

Of course what he said was nonsense, how could Madame Delacour just hand Luke over.

In their eyes, the black-robed old man in front of them was no different from the black-robed man just now.

"You sewer rats, how dare you come here!"

Madame de la Cuer was puzzled by the fact that it was no secret in France that there was a Boulevard de la Garnion at the bottom of Avenue Tobin. It's as if Diagon Alley has a corresponding Tumble alley, and it's next to each other. This is an old tradition in the European wizarding world.

Normal things need to have a place to sell, and those things that are not normal need to have a sales channel.

Either way, wizards will always get their hands on this or that, and they will have to be given a place to sell their stolen goods.

It's like a shadow moving with light.

"Why...... Scold. The stocky old man smiled and said, "Until now, the Aurors and reinforcements you've been waiting for haven't arrived. ”

Madame Delacour's face sank suddenly. Indeed, although she was delaying as much time as possible, according to the normal operation process of the French Aurors, it is possible that they are still in the Ministry of Magic to ink who is the leader of the team this time.

There were a lot of onlookers nearby, but there were very few who really stood up to stop it.

A few male wizards stood up, and before they could do anything, they were directly put down by the old man in front of them, which also made the surrounding onlookers a little farther away.

"Forget it, I knew it didn't make sense with you."

The old man shook his head helplessly, then took out his wand, and an orange light flashed, and the spherical shield that originally looked like a rock was easily pierced like a paper lake.

Madame Delacour's face changed dracritically, and she pulled Luke to the side to dodge, dodging the orange light, while Fleur on the other side dodged in the other direction, and saw the opportunity for the old man to rush towards this side, Fleur waved her wand in her hand, and a more condensed white light bomb blasted towards the old man.

"Faint!"

It is also very practical, and the use rate is extremely high, and the stun spell released by Hibiscus in front of him is just a glance from a distance, and there is a feeling of drowsiness, I have to say that Hibiscus has quite a high attainment in the slumber spell.

The old man seemed to be a little tired, but after muttering two inaudible words, he waved his wand in his hand, and a wall of earth rose to the ground, blocking the light bullets.

At this moment, Chrissy, who was guarding against a sneak attack, waved her wand, and a ball of flame flew towards the old man's long white beard, which was exposed outside his robes.

"The little girl is so vicious!"

So he said this, but the old man slapped the flame out of the way, and then rushed in the direction of Madame de la Curl, who had not yet stood up.

Seeing this, Madame de la Cull waved her wand in her hand, and the ground surged, and there was no complicated change, but a not short chasm appeared between the old man and herself.

According to common sense, this kind of width is definitely not something that a normal wizard can run away without using a spell.

But Madame de la Cull saw the smile of the old man who was running wildly.

The old man paused, then jumped straight to his feet, jumped over the chasm effortlessly, and landed in front of Madame Delacour and Luke.

At this time, Luke had already opened his eyes, but he still couldn't exert his strength, the effect of the slumber spell was very strong, and it didn't feel as simple as drowsy, it seemed that there was also a paralyzing effect in it, making it difficult for Luke to move for a while, and even struggling to open his mouth.

The old man let out a 'haha' laugh, and without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Luke by the shoulder, pulling him out of Madame Delacour's arms.

Madame de la Cull felt like a fallen leaf struggling in the wind, powerless to resist. The old man was indeed aging when he listened to the voice. But his physique seems to be exceptionally strong, and the raid just now, as well as the current forcible seizure, are all manifestations of his strong physique.

And after holding the unconscious Luke under his armpit, the old man stomped his foot without thinking, and then disappeared directly in place, as if he had fallen into the ground.

Like two ragdolls, there was basically no effective offense, and there was no effective defense, and they were easily defeated, and the whole process didn't even take ten seconds.

Looking at the place where the old man disappeared with Luke, Fleur had a look of humiliation on her face.

Proud as she was, the first time she felt that she didn't have the slightest sense of existence, which was even more uncomfortable for Fleur than killing her.

Madame Delacour on the side was equally annoyed, but after seeing her daughter's expression, she still stepped forward to protect her daughter and said, "It's not your problem, Fleur baby, it's that old guy who is too strong......"

Recalling the battle just now, Madame Delacour was even a little dazed, she admitted that she had been absent from the battlefield for a long time as a clerk, but in school, she was also a top student, and later worked in the Auror office and fought against the dark wizards. She must say that even if there was a huge disparity in combat power back then, the end was far less fast than this one.

Her strength may have regressed, but even if she was in her prime, it would definitely not be possible to hold on for long in the battle with this old man.

"The old fellow...... Don't say it's you, even if it's a team of Aurors, I'm afraid it's not his opponent. ”

Madame Delacour was powerless when she said this. She didn't expect to be so unlucky today, it was a good thing to run into Luke, but now it's a bad thing to toss like this.

And Fleur frowned, a look of unwillingness.

Just then, a voice came from outside, and three male wizards cautiously approached, and Madame Delacour recognized all three of them, all of whom were Aurors from the Auror Office.

She frowned, and was about to open her mouth to reprimand, when she heard the originally beautiful voice in her ears become majestic.

"Is this your Ministry of Magic Auror?!" Chrissy looked at the three Aurors in front of her, and her originally gentle face was as cold as ice at the moment.

"If Luke Gaunt really has something wrong in France, ask your chief of staff to be careful about his position...... Beware of his life, too! ”

……

"If the mission fails, tell the people behind you that I have one less brother, and I need to add a piece of money."

In the crowd, a middle-aged man in a crisp suit, after watching the young man who had attacked Luke in the first place being taken into custody, walked into the shadows and said this into a mirror.

"Moreover, it's not just you who are eyeing that little ghost, there are other people, and the work in the future, if you still want us to continue to do it, add money."

On the other side, the owner of the bookstore on one side shook his head silently when he saw this, walked back to the store, and threw a coin into the burning fireplace, and soon, a human face appeared in the fireplace.

"The plan failed, and the scum of the 'sewers' came out to stir up the situation, and His Highness Luke was taken captive."

Even if the face was made of flames, you could see the panic in it.

"Chase! Examine! Find it! ”

"Fuck! It's a terrible thing!

！

”

On the other side, in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nowhere.

"That's pretty much it, little ghost."

The old man sitting in front of the iron stove was shirtless without any image, revealing a strong muscle, and his face was full of wrinkles, but the muscles still looked tight and powerful.

"Give me the Philosopher's Stone powder in your hand, I can use it."

The old man looked at Luke, who was tied up with five flowers, but there was no expression on his face, and said with a playful smile.

Luke looked at the old man in front of him, as well as the things around him, and after a moment, he said with a puzzled expression.

"Striking iron?"