The Yellow Turban Lux was like two tanks, rampage through the streets, and the two huge shields blocked all the magic spells that flew out.

I have to say that the manpower brought by Yaxley is indeed elite.

They were experienced in combat, and when they realized that simple spells could not deal effective damage, they immediately dispersed.

Attacks with Transfiguration and other indirect support spells.

It turns out that wizards are not incapable of coming up with attacks such as changing the terrain, but the vast majority of them are just keen on shooting spells at each other.

The wind mixed with the flames, and the raging flames had just whistling and swept in.

There were also a few more elite wand tips that worked together to spew out torrents like water guns.

As soon as it was poured on the body of the Yellow Turban Lux, it was frozen by the Freezing Spell again.

Yellow Turban Lux lowered his head, but found that the ground under his feet had become soft and like a swamp.

Looking at the Yellow Turban Lux, who had been trapped, Yaxley felt that his heart was a little calmer.

He sneered: "It turned out to be just something to scare people." ”

At this moment, the Yellow Turban Lux suddenly squatted down slowly, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and roared angrily.

In a posture of breaking free, circles of qi spread from the surroundings, accompanied by a crackling explosion, and smoke and dust filled the air.

An indescribable sense of depression came from the smoke and dust, and the strikers looked at each other, not understanding what was happening.

They stepped back cautiously, raising their wands cautiously.

Alex tilted his head at a man in a top hat, who nodded and waved his wand vigorously.

【Whirlwind Sweep Away】

A strong wind blew on the flat ground, and in the smoke and dust, two tall figures stepped through the smoke and dust and walked out slowly.

I saw that the original bloated golden armor had disappeared.

Howlux! But see:

The face is like red jade, and the whiskers are like soap velvet. It seems to have a figure, and there are thousands of catties of strength in both vertical and horizontal directions.

On the side of the yellow scarf, the golden ring shines brightly; In the middle of the embroidered jacket, the iron armor frost is spread to swallow the moon shadow. He often protects the Dharma in front of the altar and subdues demons every time he comes to the world.

Zhang Chengdao stood on the high platform, maintaining his masterful demeanor, and his wife was recording a portrait.

No matter what, I have to put the shape down, scratched the itch quietly, motioned for Li Qingshu to come closer, and then slowly opened his mouth to do popular science for his son:

"Xiaoxiao, my Daomen is in Huaxia, you can borrow the power of the Heavenly Court, this Yellow Turban Lux is the protector of the Dharma on the top of the five grades of the Daomen.

The higher the grade, the stronger it is, I remember I told you that the greatest wish of the Daomen is the peace of the country, in addition to the peace of the world, the ghosts and snakes of the cow and the snake and the gods are hidden.

The most important reason is that the scope of the heavenly court follows the country's public opinion, and when the hearts of the people of the world are integrated with the country, the country is the heart of heaven! ”

After the two Yellow Turban wrestlers took off their heavy armor, it was as if they had opened the limiter, only to see the streamers flying, and the two Yellow Turban wrestlers who resembled deformed creations were as fast as galloping horses.

In the blink of an eye, they rushed into the crowd, and the two Yellow Turban wrestlers remembered Zhang Chengdao's order, knocked out the striker of the Ministry of Magic, and tied them with streamers.

In a short time, a series of figures were strung on top of the streamer, and this method of relying on speed to fight close to each other was extremely uncomfortable for these wizards.

Yaxley watched in horror as the manpower he had painstakingly developed was exhausted in such a short period of time.

Anger and fear gnawed away at his reason bit by bit like a poisonous snake.

He shuddered and raised his wand as he watched the two devil-like figures rush towards him with a series of bound crowds.

A fierce flame erupted from the tip of the wand, at first only a small bit, but the flame rose in the wind, turning into a fiery serpent, which only swam around for a moment before igniting the nearby house, and the fiery serpent immediately turned into a fiery python.

After setting the fire, he ran back without looking back, hating himself for why he had just forbidden the apparition.

Otherwise, it would have run away long ago.

Someone in the crowd arrested by the Ministry of Magic cried out in horror:

"Boom! It's a fire spell! ”

On the high platform, Zhang Chengdao's eyes narrowed, of course he had heard of the reputation of the Powerful Fire Curse, this kind of extremely powerful flame would burn more and more things over time.

It is said that this flame, if left unchecked, can even destroy a city in the end!

But is there something wrong with the fire here?

Zhang Chengdao didn't know where to find a small order flag, threw it forward, and bowed:

"Weak water, please!"

As soon as he saw a dull thunder in the sky, Alex saw the Asian man on the high platform suddenly wave his hand, and a cloud of extremely clear, almost transparent water rushed from a distance.

"Idiot!" Yaxley quickened his pace of escape, and smiled contemptuously, "Water can't be extinguished—"

"Sneer-" A wisp of green smoke rose from the fire python formed by the fierce fire, and Yaxley looked in horror at the small ball of barely visible water like a candle dousing it, and easily extinguished the fierce fire!

"It can't be!" Yaxley even forgot to escape, except for a special spell or an enclosed space made entirely of non-combustible materials.

He had never seen a fire spell that had been extinguished by water.

Zhang Chengdao put his hands behind his back, quietly deflected his position, and faced the most handsome silhouette with the photo stone held by his wife.

With a light step, he stepped out of the high platform and stepped into the void, and the next moment, he was already standing in front of Yaxley.

Daomen God is deflationary!

Yaxley looked at Zhang Chengdao, who suddenly appeared in him, and couldn't help but think about how he broke through the anti-illusion transformation spell.

Instead, he raised his wand and shouted inwardly:

"I am Yaxley, the master of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, and I command you-"

Zhang Chengdao rounded his arm, the Zhang family passed on the secret!

"Smack!" There was a crisp sound, and the 'criminals' who were huddled aside couldn't help but twitch twice with their cheeks and gasp.

Because he was afraid that he would directly slap his head into 360 degrees, Zhang Chengdao also deliberately used ingenuity.

Yaxley spun directly in the air several times, and before he landed, Zhang Chengdao saw the timing and slapped his backhand again.

"Whoosh-smack!"

Having just finished spinning clockwise, Yaxley immediately turned counterclockwise for another three and a half weeks.

When he landed on the ground with a dizzy head, he only felt that there was only a strange long sound in his ears, his brain was blank, and his cheeks were as hot as fire.

Zhang Chengdao stretched out his hand and pulled his collar, looked at Yaxley, whose eyes were frightened and his face was swollen like a pig's head, and said softly:

"Go back and tell the Ministry of Magic that the East is not a place for him to touch! More than 1,000 years ago, we said this to the church and wizards, if you forget, go back and remember it now!

By the way, ask Fudge, does he want to start a war with the Daomen? ”

"That's what he said?"

Fudge put his hands in his pockets to hide his trembling hands, his chubby face covered with sweat.

"Yes—" Yaxley stood in front of him, and had to say that it was like the Celestial Master could not cure the poison of the basilisk and could only suppress it.

The swelling potions commonly used in the West could not reduce the swelling of Yaxley's swollen cheeks, and he could only stand up the collar of his clothes to cover the Tebo warthog-like cheeks.

In Fudge's opinion, where Zhang Chengdao hit Yaxley's face, he hit himself and the face of the Ministry of Magic!

But when you think of the terrible fighting power described by Yaxley, it is only a man in the East!

Even he didn't do it himself!

"What about the strikers? All dead? Fudge didn't notice the hoarseness and obscurity of his voice.

"No, the Oriental man said that they should build all the destroyed houses brick by brick, and that they were not allowed to use magic, but that they had to do it themselves.

After the cover is finished, the sugarcane can be put back after planting for another 3 years."

No magic!

Fudge felt a chill run down his spine, for not being allowed to use magic was one of the cruelest punishments for a wizard.

Otherwise, the severest punishment would not have been given to the wand, and the goblins rebelled many times because they did not have the right to own a wand.

A wand is a wizard's second life!

'Bang! ’

The door to the office was pushed open again, and Greengrass rushed in without regard for etiquette.

He walked briskly up to Fudge, and said in an exasperated and slightly frightened tone:

"Those despicable dwarfs at the Magic House have deceived us!

It was only after my repeated questioning that they told the truth! The group of people in the East is terrifyingly strong, but they like to nest in China and hardly leave there!

They didn't come back because of some bullshit lack of manpower, but because the most powerful family in Japan was killed by the East! ”

Kill all? Fudge's body couldn't help but tremble, except for the dark wizards, the fights between wizards rarely kill.

Even Grindelwald was only the result of captivity, and if it weren't for the Dementors, a monster like that, Azkaban would have become a punishment even more terrible than death.

Otherwise, the maximum penalty in the wizarding world is life imprisonment.

So the East is not only powerful, but also extremely cruel and ferocious?

Fudge only felt bitter in his mouth, in his heart, Dongfang was just a small person who managed the exchange and had such great power, so what about the real powerful person?

As a result, a wonderful misunderstanding was formed - the Oriental was Zhang Chengdao.

Just as Muggles in the United States are either extremely optimistic or extremely pessimistic.

The same is true of Great Britain, the biological father of the United States.

Fudge's speed from extreme optimism before real contact to extreme pessimism was like a roller coaster, and his mind was now full of how to shake the pot and how to keep his position.

This is no small matter!

If only Yaxley was injured, then this would only be another unspeakable secret for Fudge, but more than 30 strikers were captured.

That's almost 5 of the power of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement!

They weren't single, they had families and relatives, although Yaxley had co-opted them for his own use.

But that doesn't mean these strikers are loyal Death Eaters who can sacrifice themselves for the Dark Lord at any time.

Besides, among the real Death Eaters, in addition to Bella, Crouch and a few other fools, how many are truly loyal to Voldemort?

Isn't it all about the family business?

There was silence in the lavish office of the Minister of Magic, and it was clear that it was extremely comfortable with thermostatic magic, but Fudge felt that it was hot and hot.

He took out a handkerchief and kept wiping the sweat from his face, and his fat cheeks kept twitching.

What to do?

What now?

Dump the pot to whom?

Fudge's gaze slowly moved to Yaxley's face, a look of confusion.

"Mr. Minister, what about the strikers sent?"

Greengrass asked suddenly.

"They were caught doing hard work"

Fudge stiffly repeated what Yaxley had just said.

Then there was another awkward silence in the office.

Greengrass stood up, as if fleeing for his life:

"I'll have to go back and discuss, Mr. Minister, and I'll leave first!"

Fudge opened his mouth, trying to stop Greengrass, who was trying to do these things, but thought of Garon in his vault.

He had no choice but to keep his mouth shut, so Fudge turned his face and looked at Yaxley gloomily:

"Now, then, let's discuss the issue of you not obeying the orders of the Ministry of Magic and provoking the Ministries of other countries."

Yaxley's face turned pale and then flushed again.

This damned, hypocritical, despicable fat man wants to throw the blame on me!

United Kingdom

In a quaint mansion, in a palatial hall, a huge fireplace is blazing.

In the soft and comfortable armchair, Voldemort squinted his slender eyes and enjoyed the roasting of the fire.

Bella lay on the couch not far away, boredly playing with her hair.

From time to time, he looked at Umbridge, who knelt on the ground like a black toad and respectfully with disgusted eyes.

"Master, this is the case, Fudge is obviously messed up, the power of that ancient country in the East is beyond the imagination of purebloods."

Umbridge moved her fat ass and leaned forward, her voice becoming more sweet and respectful:

"Master, I think the most important thing for us is to let you return to your heyday, it doesn't matter if you make money or anything like that, as long as you recover your health, the wealth of the whole world is at your fingertips, purebloods do this-isn't there some-"

！！！

Although the words were not spoken, Umbridge's words were extremely heart-wrenching, and the meaning was clearly that these purebloods put making money in a higher position than Voldemort.

The purebloods fell to their knees in a hurry, swearing loudly that they didn't think so, staring at Umbridge in front of them with vicious eyes.

Umbridge was not worried about this kind of gaze, and her years of experience in the Ministry of Magic had taught her that as long as she hugged the top thigh, the others did not need to worry.

Just like there are many people in the Ministry of Magic who want her to die, does this delay her from becoming a deputy minister?

So as long as Voldemort feels his loyalty, then no one else matters.

That's how Umbridge survives!

Sure enough, Voldemort opened his scarlet eyes and said mockingly:

"Good, Umbridge, you're doing a great job, I feel your loyalty, and as for our cunning pure-blood friends I know what is going on

Nothing though. I am willing to give a great deal of wealth to people like them whose loyalty is mixed with many other things.

And what about the people who are loyal to me? ”

The kneeling figures became even lower, they were as silent as cicadas, and they did not dare to make a sound, as soon as Bella jumped up and stood on the couch and let out a maniacal laugh:

"The hosts! I don't want anything! I just have to follow you! ”

"Yes, Bella, you're different, and you, Barty."

A thin, handsome young man bowed gracefully.

Voldemort looked at Umbridge again:

"So, Fudge is useless?"

"Yes, my master"

"So—let's get started, I'm interested in your and Barty's plans, don't let me down. Squeeze the last value of Fudge dry! ”

"Your will is my only one, master!"

Umbridge frantically pressed her forehead to the stall, tears streaming down her eyes, but if you looked closely, you could see her irrepressible vicious smile.

Fudge, what you did to me back then, I'll double it back!

And that's just the beginning!

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