Phantom movement in a dark, unfamiliar primeval forest is definitely not a wise choice.
Perhaps the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will not make such low-level mistakes as "splitting" and "space trekking", but apparating to the area with the highest concentration of howling wolves under beyond-visual-range conditions is still not much different from committing suicide - trees, rocks
Blocks, mud... there are too many uncertain obstacles in the forest.
No one wants to become the laughing stock of their colleagues across Europe, especially now that there are reporters accompanying them. This kind of intimidation is even more terrifying than death.
You know, social death in the magical world is much more severe than in the non-magical world. After all, the wizard population is not large in the first place.
Therefore, even if the direction of the howling wolf is particularly clear, Cornelius Fudge and his party still use multiple short-distance phantom movements in the Armenian forest - the farthest position that their sight can reach is each time they move.
The end point of the move.
Hundreds of shining wands cast a bright halo, like a swarm of flickering fireflies, constantly leaping forward.
If there is anything more wonderful, perhaps it is that the number of jumping light spots is gradually increasing as time goes by.
"Olaiz Ad, you despicable guys - I knew Azerbaijanis have no credibility!"
"Reputation? Take a good look at where this is and don't tell anyone else."
"It makes no sense to say this now..."
The director of the Auror Office of the Armenian Ministry of Magic had a sullen face, frowning and looking at the dark forest ahead, "I want to know right now which friend of the Ministry of Magic is so impatient. If it weren't for someone taking action in advance, we would
You won’t be so passive——”
"Who else could it be? The British - the Minister of Magic personally leads the expedition. How can we do it without an outpost?"
"Put it out - it's simply a slander! Aren't you guys here too, Custer?"
Cornelius Fudge struggled to swallow the short and powerful words in Scottish dialect and glared at the French Minister of Magic who hurriedly arrived next to him.
If it weren't for the fact that there was a "Magic Pravda" reporter with a camera next to this guy, when the French guy just scolded him for not abiding by the international magic convention and "smuggling" across the border, he would have just scolded him back - there is no local
With the "War Correspondent" present, Cornelius Fudge would undoubtedly have to be much more careful in fighting back. Moreover, the British Ministry of Magic's numerical advantage was now almost non-existent.
France, Türkiye, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Armenia...
Counting the British Ministry of Magic, they now have Aurors from six different magical governments gathered here.
This obviously completely disrupted Connelly's previous plan. In his script, the British Ministry of Magic should have used the "blitz" advantage to arrive at the werewolf settlement first and launch a raid, instead of the two or three hundred people like now.
A huge crowd of people walking in the Armenian forest at night.
More importantly, since the British magical government does not have "accompanying reporters", subsequent news reports will inevitably have some disadvantages.
"Delix, how long does it take for us to reach the area with the densest number of howling wolves?"
Cornelius Fudge suppressed the annoyance in his heart and turned his head to look at the man with short gray hair next to him.
In any case, the British Ministry of Magic is the party with the largest number of people after all. Unless all the magic governments present join forces to squeeze them out, even if they are taken the lead by other magic governments, they will still be able to "divide the results of the war" and "divide the battlefield".
There is an absolute advantage.
As for...the British Ministry of Magic becoming the target of public criticism? That is almost impossible.
Perhaps Cornelius Fudge was a little worried at the beginning, but as more and more colleagues "encountered" by chance, even Amelia Bones, who is known for her rigorous and serious nature, gradually felt relieved. ——As the "lost" party, the British Ministry of Magic and the surrounding magical government officials are naturally on the same side. There is no need for any communication between the magical governments. This is the most basic rule of political survival.
"There may still be two or three Apparitions left -"
Delis looked up and looked ahead, frowning and making uncertain calculations.
"After two or at most three apparitions, we should arrive near the werewolf gathering place. We'd better approach on foot. After all, there seems to be fighting there. The most important thing is that we don't know who is over there now. Gentlemen of the Magical Government..."
"Belarus, Italy, Russia, India... who knows? Anyway, they won't be our people."
Cornelius Fudge shrugged, counted at random, and then turned around to look around.
As the magic official with the highest administrative level present, Connelly knew exactly how he should behave at such a time.
"Everyone be on alert, two phantom migrations! Then walk to the destination together - there are hundreds of werewolves hiding in the shadows ahead, and they may attack at any time." Cornelius Fudge glanced at the magic camera next to him. Da Yi said quickly and solemnly, "Werewolves on a full moon night are quite dangerous. For safety reasons, I allow Aurors to attack suspicious targets as soon as they find them..."
Most of the mainstream news reports in the wizarding world still adopt the form of text and magical photos.
This also means that unless there is something more exciting at the scene, the reporter will most likely give priority to certain photos of symbolic time points in the selection of materials, such as speaking before the action - the "not long ago" In "Hogwarts Basilisk Encirclement", Connery Fudge learned a lot of important interview tips. After all, he spent a lot of energy on communication in "reshooting scenes" at that time.
…………
A few minutes later, everyone arrived at the end of the Apparition that Delis had mentioned.
Cornelius Fudge and others took out their wands, finally started to get serious, and moved forward bit by bit.
They heard shrill howls coming from the jungle in front of them, as well as the roar of exploding magic spells. There was a strange smell in the surrounding forest mist, as if blood, iron powder, and burnt sawdust were mixed together, and the aftermath of the magic surge could not be separated from them. It can be vaguely felt from afar.
The sky further away seemed to be burning, and through the gaps in the forest, they could see the dazzling red firelight that was constantly flashing.
The ground and leaves tremble from time to time, and the light and shadow, howling, and crashing sounds are endless, as if there are more than a dozen giants fighting at the other end of the forest.
"Quick, quick——"
Cornelius Fudge anxiously urged the Aurors.
The other Aurors from the Ministry of Magic also quickened their pace and began to walk and run.
However, even the most capable Aurors in the Ministry of Magic are not as fast as the reporters carrying magic cameras and shorthand notebooks. They started running at full speed almost as soon as they landed. Lokana, the editor-in-chief of "Magic Times" He rushed to the front, with the camera that should have been in the hands of the assistant photographer floating steadily in front of him. He nimbly stepped over the vines and broken branches on the ground while manipulating the camera to capture photos.
"I am the editor-in-chief of Turkey's "Magic Times"! Don't curse at me, we are here to help -"
Lokana said breathlessly, loudly introducing his identity towards the front where the battle was fierce, and he rushed out of the forest as fast as he could.
Before he could clearly see his surroundings, a huge, dark, furry body "pounced" towards the bald wizard. Fortunately, a crimson curse shot from behind.
He narrowly repelled the werewolf that was charging towards him.
"Dun, faint! Are you crazy? Lokana, there are hundreds of werewolves gathered here!"
Atif roughly grabbed Lokana's collar, roared angrily and sprayed saliva on the poor editor's head.
Ever since he was a student, this guy has never made people worry. If his spell had been a few seconds slower, maybe one more name would have been added to the "Werewolf Capture List" tonight - Werewolf Infection.
It is irreversible, and this is a cruel curse recognized by the magic world.
"Strange, strange——"
However, Lokana, who was grabbed by the collar, did not quarrel with him as before.
The bald magazine editor looked past Atif and looked at the "battlefield" behind him in confusion.
"Where are the others - you said, the other people from the magical government?" Lokana asked breathlessly.
"What did you say? Aren't those guys right there-eh?!"
Atif frowned, and while answering, he turned his head and followed Lokana's gaze, his expression slightly startled.
He thought that there were Aurors from other magical governments rushing ahead of them, and that they were fighting fiercely with werewolves in this "battlefield".
However, looking around -
Except for the burning bonfire and a lot of dark, gray beasts...