"Your son just entered Beauxbatons this year, right? Tony."
Next to Montmartre Square, in a dark Muggle residence.
There are seven men in white robes here, carefully wiping the wands in their hands in the room.
"Half a year ago, I felt that the trend in the magical world was not right. After receiving Beauxbatons' acceptance letter, I did not let him report."
The person who spoke was a lean and thin wizard. He answered the questions of his companions calmly, and his eyes were fixed on the wand in his hand during this period, as if this was the only thing in the world that could attract his attention.
"I still remember him, a clever little guy. The last time I was a guest at your house, he was showing off to me the toy wand he just got. He didn't blame you for controlling him from going to magic school?"
The person chatting with him was a chubby wizard. He wore glasses and a spotless white robe. At first glance, he looked like one of those therapists in a Muggle hospital.
"It's better to blame me for not letting him learn magic than to be a slave in that manor now."
Tony suddenly laughed, but there was no positive emotion in that smile, only endless hatred that seemed to be overflowing.
"A Mudblood's child will still be a Mudblood... If he only wanted to enslave me for a generation, maybe I would bear it, but... they want me and my descendants to be deprived of freedom forever!"
He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to chew up the words that came out of his mouth.
All the wizards in the room who were wiping their wands paused in their movements. Under their calm faces were uncontrollable anger and hatred. The knuckles of every finger in those hands that were holding the wands hard.
Faintly whitish.
An owl suddenly flew into the room through the half-open window.
Someone received a letter.
"Is he still trying to dissuade us?" asked the fat wizard
The person who read the letter raised his head and passed the letter to others.
"No, Dumbledore wrote to tell us that he has helped settle our family down."
Tony said in a deep voice.
"He is indeed as upright as the legend says and is a great wizard."
The room fell into silence.
After a long time, the sound came again.
"There's always someone who wants to prove it, right?" someone said calmly.
"We didn't do anything wrong." Someone said in a low voice.
"They say we are born low and call us mudbloods."
"They say we have no right to hold a magic wand, no right to be human beings."
"They united with outsiders to enslave their own compatriots."
"They deny us everything and want to tame us into human form of house elves."
"They say that their bloodline is inherently noble, and we are so dirty that we don't even deserve to breathe the same air with them."
Everyone was speaking different words in an extremely calm manner. It was obvious that those words sounded like an ordinary tea party, but they made the air condense to the extreme!
The fire in the fireplace was beating, but the orange-red flame did not bring any warmth to the room, as if the depressing atmosphere even suppressed the flame.
Tony, who was short and thin, stood up from the chair. The tip of the clean wand in his hand was dancing with red sparks.
This indicates that his emotions are not as calm as they seem. The restlessness hidden on the calm surface has driven the magic power and transmitted it to the wand.
"They can kill, and so can we. They say we are inferior, but we can also use the Death Curse. If they can use violence to oppress, then naturally we can also use violence to resist."
The other seven people in the room all stood up and looked out the window at the entrance where the most power in the French magic world was concentrated.
"Then let's start with what we do." The fat wizard said softly, "Reply violence with violence, and pay with blood for blood."
They left the room.
The Montmartre Square was so quiet at night that when the explosive spell blew open the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, most of the dark rooms around it were lit up.
The Muggles living nearby sleepily opened their windows to check the situation, only to see a dark, smoking underground passage on the ground.
Tony and seven people broke into the French Ministry of Magic!
The moment they bombed the entrance, the Auror on duty at night in the Ministry of Magic was the first to react!
The splendid main hall not only represents the authority of the French Ministry of Magic, but also demonstrates the prosperity of this magical society.
Originally placed in the middle of the main hall was a statue of the first founders of the French Ministry of Magic, but by this time those statues had been completely removed.
A new statue is being erected there.
The man carved by magic perfectly reproduces his real handsomeness, with his straight nose and charming eyes, facing the doors in the main hall leading to all other departments, as if he is looking at his own territory!
When they saw this statue, the eyes of the seven people instantly turned blood red.
A British wizard not only became their minister and derogated them as slaves, he also erased all the previous glory of French wizards and established his own authority on it!
"Shattered to pieces!"
Tony did not hesitate to chant a spell at the newly built statue that had not yet been protected by any means!
"boom!"
There was a sound of cracking stones, and the statue of "Mr. Great" turned into a pile of stone powder scattered on the ground.
And this scene was watched by the Aurors who had just arrived!
These Aurors, who were composed of new pure-bloods and had been the strongest supporters of pure-blood superiority from the beginning, raised their wands at the seven people who violently broke into the Ministry of Magic without any hesitation.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A miserable green light illuminated the entire main hall, and more than a dozen life-killing curses were shot out at the same time, surpassing the seven Tonys!
The seven people hid next to the surrounding stone pillars that supported the stability of the Ministry of Magic building. The death curse was blocked by the entity, splashing countless stone chips, leaving only pitted holes in front of the stone pillars.
Tony and the others did not wave their sticks to fight back. They panted violently and looked at each other behind the stone pillars, their bloodshot eyes full of determination!
"Freedom! Equality! These are the two words written on the title page of magical laws!"
Someone roared.
"You can destroy our bodies! But our unyielding spirit will last forever!"
Seven wizards in white robes raised their wands together!
"Since you want war! Then we will bring war to your face!"
"Thunderbolt Explosion!!!"
Seven voices merged into one spell!
The moment the spell was recited, their entire lower body disappeared in an instant!
Guts and blood spurt out!
The ancient sacrificial magic doubled their spells, and the deafening roar shook the entire land like thunder!