"How do I pack it up......

It's obviously not realistic to throw people back to the International Wizengamot, and the person is in school, although it has nothing to do with him.

The swarthy creeper can eat most of the curse, but the process is quite, huh......

Most of the blood on the ground had been neutralized by the white powder he had just sprinkled, and the rest of it did no harm.

Ranco cleared the ground a little with his magic, walked over to the judge, and began to pull potions out of his pocket.

"I'll see what is better......

The type of potion is not good, but it can heal this kind of damage...... Well, it doesn't look like there is.

Ranko fumbled for a moment, but finally had to put down the move to continue digging the potion jar.

"Black magic healing."

Ranko thought about it, took out his wand, and pulled out a puppet from his pocket.

"It's a bit of a hassle, but I should get what I want."

Take out a slip of paper and automatically write the next name on the slip with a brush.

But the moment the automatic quill finished writing the name, the quill and the paper were burned clean by the sudden flames.

"Protective charms." Glancing at the burnt debris, Ranko pulled out a new quill.

He took out the roster again, and the school will look at him.

"Borrow it."

With a tear, the last page of the roster was torn off by Ranko.

He folded the paper in half, then took a quill and wrote it word by word on the pages torn from the roster.

"Malfoy, what do you want to do?"

The lower jaw of the crystal skull's head moved, and it changed its viewing angle.

"Oh, you're planning to use the suppression of another magical life to perform your magic?"

"Nature."

If there is a better, simpler and more effective way, why not choose?

Faced with the protective curse of the name on the international Wizengamot judge, Ranko chose the most direct way to confront it.

"The source of the power of the protection charm comes from that magical life in the International Wizengamot, and in the territory of another magical life, it is not very good how much protection can be used."

After writing the correct name, Ranko rolled up the slip of paper and stuffed it into the gap behind the puppet doll, blending with the cotton wool inside.

With that, Ranko placed the Muppet on the table and went to check on the others.

After falling into the world of the spiritual realm, the body that exists in this world is protected by special magic, Ranko took a look, and after finding no other abnormalities, he planned to go in and finish up.

"The Saints and the Death Eaters are all gone, and Norway should be quiet for a while."

It's just that he still hasn't figured it out.

The small group of saints he met before, in addition to Diongo, there was a woman alive, but the end of that woman was not necessarily very good.

Professor Dan Lin came from Durmstrang, and as a vice principal who put the interests of the school first, what kind of face can you expect from a professor to be kind to the saints?

To make it seem to Ranko that there is no death, Professor Danlin's methods are already very merciful.

"Who the hell is that werewolf in the school?"

Be a student...... Or a professor?

After thinking about it, Ranko didn't have conclusive evidence to prove his point, so he had to give up.

"Principal Karkaroff was right at the time, and if it had been implemented at that time, it would have saved a lot of time now."

It's not impossible, it's just that it would take a lot more time to do that.

"But that's fine, it's not easy for Professor Danlin to get angry."

After making the Muppet doll, Ranko closed his eyes and slowly fell back into a deep sleep.

"When it's done, it's almost over."

Consciousness sank into the world of thought, and on the third floor of the building, Ranko reopened his eyes.

"How's Judge Rattimore?"

The wizard from the international police department asked, a little nervously.

This wizard, who was unusually young, but already very sophisticated, did seem to care deeply about the judge.

"It's not a big deal, it shouldn't be a big problem," Ranko said. ”

It's not big, it's just a curse that can kill people.

Ranko didn't care about it.

"That's good." The officer breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the other two wizards of the Special Operations Department are not very good.

They asked about the city.

Ranko smiled at this.

"No comment."

"Mr. Malfoy." One of the younger wizards stared at Ranko nonchalantly, "What you're doing has to be certified by both the International Federation of Wizards and the International Wizengamot Tribunal, I think you know that very well. ”

"Of course it's clear, so what?"

Ranko spread his hands, "Or is it because I don't tell you what my magic is, and the International Federation of Wizards is going to stop me?" ”

This is obviously impossible.

The curse has already begun, and the number of deaths of the saints and Death Eaters in Norway is already increasing, how can it be possible for Ranko to stop himself because of such a thing:

"Your questions can only be explored by yourself, and all questions can be answered in this city."

Ranko said.

"Provided, of course, that you can find the source of these answers."

"You ——!"

"Alright." Another wizard from the Special Operations Department interrupted what the wizard was about to say.

He glanced at Professor Malfoy, "Mr. Malfoy, we just want you to cooperate with us, whether it is a saint or a Death Eater, our interests are completely aligned in the face of them. ”

"Yes, I agree with that."

After Ranko finished speaking, he didn't say anything anymore, just looked at them quietly.

"So, since we're all on the same page, Mr. Malfoy, can you tell us what you've done to them?"

"From the report to the International Wizengamot and the International Federation of Wizards, although it is stated that you will use the form of long-range curse to wash Norway, you have prevaricated with the relevant provisions of the Magical Secrecy and Protection Act."

"Am I right?"

The elder wizard of the Special Operations Department said in a deep voice.

"Yes, that's right."

The Law on the Secrecy and Protection of Magic stipulates that wizards have the right to decide whether or not to make public spells that have been created or modified by the wizard himself, and that wizards have the right to refuse illegal requests to provide magic principles that they do not will.

This is also the reason why the International Wizengamot and the International Confederation of Wizards still sent four wizards to the International Federation of Wizards, despite the detailed information submitted by Ranko.

They were probably afraid that the danger of this magic was far greater than they thought.

"But judging from the current situation, it is clear that this magic has gone beyond the scope of secrecy under the Magical Secrecy and Protection Act."

The elder wizard said.

Talking to me about the law?

Ranko raised an eyebrow and looked at the wizard from the international police department next to him.

The wizard looked at it with a weak heart.

Well, he got it.

Since ancient times, the legislation and enforcement of the wizarding world have been inseparable, and wizards in the international police department will naturally be more familiar with the complicated legal texts than other wizards.

Since Malfoy is pulling the law, then they are also fighting back with the law.

It's called, using magic to defeat magic.

"I don't know where I've behaved beyond the scope of the Magical Secrecy and Protection Act."

"According to the International Magic Measurement Index, for spells with a weight of eight or more, the spell must be submitted to the International Confederation of Wizards for approval and archiving."

The elder wizard said.

"The rules of the International Confederation of Wizards?"

"Yes, although it is not explicitly stated in the Magical Secrecy and Protection Act......"

"That is, it is still not beyond the protection of the Magical Secrecy and Protection Act."

Ranko said sincerely, "The international police department will strictly defend the justice and justice of the law, and you actually said such responsible things in front of a police officer, do you know that this will make the international Wizengamot have an opinion?" ”

Elder Wizard: "......"

The police officer who was suddenly thrown into a cauldron: "......"

Ahh

"Why don't you fight?"

Ranko laughed, "I'll listen to whoever wins." ”

"But, in order to defend the International Wizengamot, I'm sure you'll do your best, right?"

International Police Service Officers: ......

He watched as the two wizards from the Special Operations Department turned their gaze over and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Don't come here!

"You can't say that." The older wizard reacted quickly, and immediately refocused his attention on Professor Malfoy, who was trying to throw a cauldron at someone else.

"As defenders of the law, the wizards of the international police department are also our companions."

"So, you still want to stab your companion twice?" Ranko was surprised, "That doesn't seem like a good idea, right?" Say this in front of people. ”

In a war of words, Ranko prides himself on having some experience.

Taking words out of context, attacking the west, these are all leftovers from his play.

Moreover, if he pulls the skin of the law, even if it is a judge in front of him, Ranko will not suffer.

When he played this, the children had not yet been born.

At that, the officer of the international police department took two steps back.

He wasn't afraid that these two would suddenly attack him, but he was just a subconscious act by Professor Malfoy's words.

And in this way, the two wizards of the Special Operations Department are also speechless.

"Okay, you guys can play slowly, I still have some things, see you later."

Ranko's body began to disappear as if it had been erased by an eraser, "I said, all the secrets are in your sight, whether you can find them or not, it depends on your own ability." ”

He didn't have the habit of putting the mystery in front of others, so it was really not interesting to do so.

Several wizards could only watch as Malfoy vanished from front of them.

The two wizards from the Special Operations Department looked at the officers of the International Police Department.

The officer looked at them warily with his wand, "What do you want to do?" ”

Two Wizards: "......"

Not everyone is gone, what are you still singing here?!

——

Victor and President Nia have been going around in circles.

From top to bottom, bottom to top, the infinite staircase has no end at all, and all the two can see is the twisting numbers that are distorting except for the steps.

"That's not right."

Victor thought to himself.

His forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he looked at President Nia on the side, running at least dozens of stairs, and President Nia still looked like he was flying, not at all like a witch.

Victor looked at the distorting number "8".

"I'm afraid the real exit is there."

Victor thought to himself.

"Just ......"

He stared at President Nia's back, his wand raised silently.

President Nia paused, and she looked sideways, "What do you want to do, Mr. Krum?" ”

"You're a shadow of the skin."

Victor said indifferently.

Not a question sentence, but a simple affirmation.

"How did you find out?" President Nia turned her head and looked puzzled, "I should have been ten out of ten, why can both you and the person who raised the little ghost see our anomaly?" ”

Victor glanced at the ghostly shadow and did not speak, but a black spell forced the ghostly shadow to abandon most of his body and flee in embarrassment.

"Because you're really bad."

While the few holes on his body that can be seen inside are not inconspicuous, those holes are too simple for wizards who specialize in Quidditch and are expected to become a Seeker.

But Livia is real.

Victor's heart sank, and he closed his eyes and attacked the number "8" that had been changing.

The moment I hit the number "8", the fishy smell came over all at once.

Victor closed his eyes and took a few steps back before he could barely relate to the pungent smell.

By the time he opened his eyes, the infinitely looping staircase was gone, replaced by a half-open door.

This is the door to the ninth floor.

The door to the ninth floor had opened a small gap at this point, barely enough for a wizard to slip through.

There was a black hole inside the door, and it seemed impossible to determine what was in it for a while.

But Victor remembered that President Nia had said that there were many shadows hidden in it.

Although this kind of thing doesn't have much attack power, but the black pressure flies over, and even a wizard with a wand can't deal with so much at once.

Both hands are invincible to four palms, no matter how powerful a wizard is, there is no way to deal with so many Phantom Shadows at once without reaching the absolute strength suppression.

What to do? Do you want to go in next?

Wake walked in with little hesitation, and the door slowly closed, as if waiting for a new victim, closing the only way for the victim to escape.

But who exactly is the prey? Who is the hunter again?

No one can say for sure, right?