"Jim Harker !!" Barty Crouch's voice was deafening. But the Prime Minister in front of him still stared at him as if he hadn't heard it at all.

The smell of gunpowder began to spread in the air, just like those scenes in a movie, as if two people were arguing about it, as if they could fight in the next moment.

And at this critical moment, behind the two of them, the handrails of both sides hurriedly walked over and pulled them away.

Kingsley grabbed Barty Crouch's arm, and Sir Humphrey quickly pulled Mr. Huck away - it was the first time he had seen his old partner so grumpy.

To be honest, he was taken aback. But when he glanced at the footage on the surveillance, he had the answer in his mind.

For a politician, his political life is much greater than his own life. At present, the whole of London is in the midst of war, and when this happens, as the prime minister, Mr. Harker is the first person responsible, and if it is not handled well, then it will be his entire political life that will be buried, which is more uncomfortable than killing a person who has been in politics for decades and has reached a high position.

Even if civilian casualties are too high, Mr. Haq faces criminal prosecution. For his current age, once he enters prison, he probably won't have a chance to come out again.

After all, who is willing to risk the cost of arousing public anger to rescue a former prime minister with a bad reputation?

"Mr. Prime Minister, heads of state are still waiting for you!" Sir Humphrey whispered in Mr. Huaker's ear.

"Oh! Right! Hearing Sir Humphrey's whisper, he snapped back to his senses, and then turned his gaze to a large door on the left,

"Damn, we'll go to the conference room now." Say it! Mr. Huck hurried to the conference room on the other side.

Today, one of the few pieces of good news for him is that the heads of state did not have an incident, and they had all arrived at Lancaster Palace when the attack began.

The first wave of explosions began, and all the Führers, led by the security personnel, entered the fortress below.

In this way, it is not considered that things will not be made to a worse discovery. - The door to the conference room slowly opened, and Mr. Huck walked out with a cold face.

The heads of state sat quietly, and no one made the slightest noise, but, except for the president of Russia, the chancellor of Germany, and the president of France, the rest of the heads of state, each of them showed more or less puzzled and surprised expressions on their faces.

Apparently they were very surprised by the sudden attack.

"I'm sorry to worry you......" said Mr. Haque, looking around and finally fixing his eyes on French President Jag Maynard, whom he had met a few times.

"This attack is extraordinary..."

"It was planned by a wizard." Mr. Jager Maynard suddenly interjected that he

"This—" Mr. Huck knew that these European powers knew about the existence of wizards, and this meeting was meant to discuss the establishment of a European intelligence cooperation agency or some kind of communication channel for wizards.

However, Mr. Jager Maynard's clear statement that the attack was planned by wizards surprised Mr. Huck a little.

And the man who was the most British civil 'only under God', Sir Humphrey, had already smelled the smell of conspiracy in the air.

"Tell me something else, Huck, when are you going to give me back the wizard you caught in England?" The atmosphere of the meeting suddenly became a little strange, and Mr. Huaker, as the host, felt as if he was being led along.

"There is no evidence that he is a prisoner of your side, Your Excellency." Mr. Huck couldn't understand why the wizard was so important, but he kept a straight face and denied it.

Whether it matters or not, there is no such thing as buying and selling between countries for no reason. Want people? Yes, in exchange for natural gas or something!

"You have no idea what you're up against! It's not your war! Mr. Prime Minister, there is no need for Britain to get involved. ”

"You—" Just as Mr. Huck frowned, and was about to ask what the other meant, the door to the conference room was suddenly pushed open, and it was the staff officer, who came over worriedly, and whispered in the Prime Minister's ear.

"What?" Mr. Huck was stunned for a moment, then immediately got up, and hurriedly walked towards the command room, regardless of the number of Führers present.

And just as Mr. Huck had left, the room had returned to its dull atmosphere. The leaders of the three countries, France, Germany, and hunger, seemed to know something, and they began to communicate in whispers, while the rest of the European heads of state frowned, not understanding what conspiracy these great powers were making.

And the most nervous of them all is Italian President António Gusto. He could perceive that Europe seemed to be divided into two parts, but which side should he be on?

Seeing the three heads of state chatting enthusiastically, Mr. Antonio's forehead was about to sweat.

Isn't Russia a target of European repression? The Soviet Union has only been dissolved for less than a year! Why do you seem like brothers?

What the hell is wrong with the world? Now, where should I, Italy, stand? What about the UK? How did the British Empire feel kicked out of Europe?

What exactly happened to this attack? The game of great powers is so terrifying! Why should I come! Just when Mr. Antonio was in a meltdown.

Mr. Huck also saw a scene that he would never forget. I saw that in the picture on the row of monitors.

The sky was overcast, and countless cumulus clouds pressed against each other, and then slowly emerged into a shape. The shape of a skull, followed by a snake of black clouds emerging from the skull.

Bones reappear! It was a reproduction of bones, and if Anthony had been here, he would have shouted its name.

This is the symbol of Voldemort. Westminster Abbey, London, a church that had just been restored by wizards was used as a temporary command office by the Aurors.

It's the center of the city, the best place to see, and it's also the magical and Muggle political center of England.

"There they are, it's the Death Eaters!" Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Command, looked at the sky with a gloomy face.

"Tell the Aurors to stop messing with those Muggles, and now, go and capture those fugitives now." Minister for Magic, Barty Crouch, spoke almost in a roar, and as soon as he saw the sky from the surveillance in the Muggle command room, he rushed over.

In the sky, the still fluttering symbol of Voldemort stimulated his nerves, and then he whispered in a deep voice, "Tell all the Aurors that they are allowed to use the Death Curse!" Catch if you can, and kill on the spot in case of emergency! ”

"Understood!" Rufus Scrimgeour nodded, and then apparitioned away. - On the other side, the urban war has escalated again.

In the black smoke of the sky, the Death Eaters frantically destroyed the city, and the cruelty that had been suppressed for more than ten years was liberated overnight, and the streets would be lit up with green light from time to time.

The Killing Curse seems to have become the simplest of spells. Every time it was lit up, an unrelated crowd was killed.

"Oh my God!" On the streets of Westminster, Tonks shouted with wide eyes. Just now, a cloud of black smoke took the lives of a family of four in the building next to her, and the body was brutally thrown from the upper floor, and smashed right in front of her.

"Tonks, what are you doing!" Suddenly, Mr. Prutter behind her yelled, and Tonks felt as if he had been pushed away by something, and at that moment, a green light passed by her.

She could even hear a jumbled sound coming from the spell, as if it was the last screams of a creature that had just died under this wand.

"Calm down, Tonks, clench your wand!" Mr. Prout continued to shout. Of course he noticed the four bloody corpses in Tonks' footsteps, but this was what the Aurors should face, and he didn't have much to deal with, everything had to be on her own!

In the air, the black mist, seeing that it couldn't be struck, immediately released a second spell. It's the same death curse, but this time it's Prout.

"Humph!" Undaunted by the Death Curse, Mr. Prout waved his wand and turned the stone under his feet into a mouse, which he used to block the Death Curse.

Then, in an instant, he threw out three spells in a row, the Disarming Spell, the Petrification Spell, and the Imprisonment Spell. All three spells hit the evil Death Eater.

"Ahh There was a scream from the black mist, and a figure fell from the sky to the ground.

"Bellatrix Lestrange!" Mr. Prout held his wand in his hand and coldly pronounced her name.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing the face of a pale and haggard witch. Although he was petrified, Bellatrix still had that crazy smile on his face.

As Voldemort's most loyal lackey, she had the blood of countless people on her hands. If I knew it was her, I should have attacked it directly.

Mr. Prout looked gloomily at Bellatrix on the ground. However, now that he has controlled her, he naturally will not kill like the Death Eaters.

Muttering to himself, Mr. Prout walked slowly towards Bella. However, just as he was about to catch the mad Death Eater, suddenly, a lot of black mist flew through the sky.

Mr. Plaut hurriedly looked up at the sky, and in the distance, a large number of Death Eaters were gathering in this direction.

Seeing that the situation was not good, and that there was an Auror intern Tonks on his side, Mr. Prutter did not hesitate, immediately turned around, grabbed Tonks' hand, and directly chose to apparition.

Next, countless familiar faces appeared beside Bellatrix. Antonin Dolokhov, Rodolphus Lestrange, Amicus Caro, brother and sister Alektor Caro.

Dozens of Death Eaters gathered here, their waving wands, all kinds of spells that could be shot were released at will, and the huge black mist in the sky with green light skulls grew bigger and bigger, and seemed to have enveloped the entire city.