The green Dark Mark was not absent from any European magical government where Cornelius Fudge and others arrived.
The situation in Istanbul is not an isolated case. Almost every Ministry of Magic has been damaged and looted to varying degrees. Fortunately, just like the situation at the British Ministry of Magic, none of the Ministry of Magic in various countries has the position of night watch staff, so there is no such thing.
Resist casualties.
On the other hand, perhaps because they had received the news in advance, when Cornelius Fudge and others arrived, most of the dark wizards evacuated in advance.
Apart from……
"The benevolent Dark Lord grants you a month to clean up the dirty things that have been mixed into the magic world..."
Paris, France, Ministry of Magic, the warning bell at the highest point of the main hall of magic.
Several seemingly faceless wizards stood on top, looking down at the Aurors who were as small as ants below.
Cornelius Fudge and others squinted their eyes and carefully looked at the uninvited guests hidden under the hoods and masks. Those words sounded like the harsh sound of metal friction, and there was a creeping discomfort lingering around them.
As for them, they can't distinguish the real sound at all.
"After that, the great Dark Lord will take action himself - you can now start to think about a question, how should you, Cornelius Fudge, the British Ministry of Magic, and all the Aurors present show sincerity and
Repent in exchange for the Dark Lord's forgiveness——"
"Oh, really? Then I can tell you the answer now, go to hell."
Amelia Bones raised her head and looked up, her monocle flashed with an icy chill, and she pulled out her wand.
The surrounding Aurors also drew out their wands and pointed at the dark wizards above. Cornelius Fudge looked around and shouted breathlessly, "Catch them! Don't let these bastards escape!"
"He also took out his wand and waved it upward vigorously.
However, the movements of the dark wizards standing above the clock dial were obviously faster than those in the Ministry of Magic.
With a huge roar, the clock used by the French Ministry of Magic to monitor magic exposure levels exploded instantly.
It turned into countless splashing rubble and headed towards the crowd below, and the flames suddenly rose among the rubble.
And in the midst of the chaos, those dark wizards phantomed away one after another, leaving only a series of sharp, high-pitched sneers echoing in the air, like night owls emitting strange cries in the midnight forest.
"The master is waiting for you in London, gentlemen, I hope you won't keep us waiting too long..."
Master, master?!
The expressions of Cornelius Fudge and others changed.
However, before they could ask further questions, more rocks and fire rain rushed towards them.
The Versailles-style hollow sculptures and colorful mosaic glass decorations in the main hall of the French Ministry of Magic... all kinds of fragile and broken building debris were abandoned high in the waves of serial explosions, turned into deadly weapons and gathered together downwards.
The Aurors smashed it.
At this moment, Aurors from the Ministry of Magic of various countries finally began to understand what the British meant by "crazy" dark wizards.
Unlike those evil villains who have clear goals, Voldemort and his henchmen are all madmen who are keen on destruction.
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The dust dispersed, and the scattered firelight was quickly extinguished by the Aurors' magic.
The French Minister of Magic, Castel, looked like a gray-white sculpture, staring blankly at the ruins of the French Ministry of Magic hall.
Compared with other magical governments, the response speed of the French magical community is obviously much slower. Until now, there were only a few officials present at the French Ministry of Magic, but this is no longer important to most people.
They are more concerned about another issue now:
"Well, regarding the matter of retaking the British Ministry of Magic... shouldn't it be best for us to wait?"
According to those dark wizards, "Voldemort" is probably waiting for them in London, England at the moment - most likely at the British Ministry of Magic.
If Cornelius Fudge and everyone at the British Ministry of Magic did not lie, as a "Demon King-level" dark wizard in the same class as Dumbledore and Grindelwald, with careful preparation, the opponent even has a high probability
In turn, encircle and suppress them...
No one will forget that Gellert Grindelwald almost wiped out more than fifty elite Aurors by himself.
Moreover, there are still an unknown number of "Death Eaters" gathered around "Voldemort", and the risk of rashly attacking the Ministry of Magic is too great.
Perhaps gathering the power of everyone can repel the opponent, but when the opponent has top wizards raiding the formation, the death of even one person is unacceptable to the Ministry of Magic of each country - after all, most of them have now "recovered" their respective Ministry of Magic.
If the British side still goes through the motions, then most people won't have any objections.
But if they were to participate in a magical war where their lives were at stake, they were not mentally ready yet.
Not to mention, that was in other magical countries...
"...This is not a threat faced by the British wizarding community alone, this is a test for the wizarding community around the world."
Cornelius Fudge glanced at the hesitant wizards around him, his face turned red, and he waved his arms vigorously and shouted, "The mysterious man is testing whether we can advance and retreat together in the fight against the black devil. If we retreat, then
The magical world will become a paradise where dark wizards can come and go at will."
"Don't worry, Mr. Scrimgeour and the others have notified Dumbledore as soon as possible. He should be on his way here."
"On the other hand, don't forget, besides Dumbledore, we have a new ally!"
He took out the list he thought he wouldn't use and waved it around a few times.
"Justice is never fought alone——"
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London, Diagon Alley, Gringotts Wizarding Bank.
Cornelius Fudge and others glanced at the surrounding mithril wall rings engraved with twisted elf writing, and quickly walked out of the altar of the teleportation hall.
Following the guidance of the goblin guide, everyone came to the main hall of the bank in a familiar way. At the end of the tall counter, the door to Diagon Alley was opened in advance like the previous branches. But this time, Connelly
·Fudge and others were not in a hurry to go out.
He stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to look at the middle-aged goblin standing at the counter not far away.
This goblin wields a well-made cane and holds a cigar in his right hand. He looks completely different from other goblin managers in temperament.
"So, are you the goblin responsible for the 'special assistance' of Gringotts Wizarding Bank?" Cornelius Fudge asked.
The goblin raised his head, blew out a smoke ring nonchalantly, grinned meaningfully and said.
"Douglas, Chief Financial Officer of Gringotts Wizarding Bank, Her Majesty the Queen has asked me to stay here. Gringotts can do everything in its power to assist the Ministry of Magic to maintain social order, but this means war, magical war, and the opponent still has history.
The most dangerous dark wizard ever."
"Of course, since I appear here, it means that Gringotts does not think that the Ministry of Magic is at a disadvantage-"
Douglas flicked his cigar and blew out a lingering smoke ring again. The sharp and thin teeth in his mouth flashed with a cold light.
"Her Majesty the Queen has said that war is just a continuation of finance. If the Ministry of Magic is willing to bear a small price, I have a very simple and effective physical aid... to minimize the risk of human sacrifice, the mysterious man and his
The henchmen are expelled from the Ministry of Magic. This is the result you most want to see, Minister Fudge, right? Sorry, we goblins are not used to twists and turns, we pay more attention to efficiency and profits."
"Wait, why does the Ministry of Magic still have to pay the price? Your Queen was not like this before..."
Amelia Bones frowned and looked at Douglas with some confusion.
However, before Ms. Bones could finish her words, Cornelius Fudge hurriedly interrupted her.
"What price?"
"Some facilities and documents of the Ministry of Magic may be destroyed..."
Douglas shrugged and replied calmly, smiling and nodding towards Ms. Bones.
"You also know that that is the most dangerous dark wizard in history. We can waive the fee for military assistance, but there is no way to protect the combat environment... Of course, we can undertake the subsequent repair work - these contents will cost extra, but
If it is caused by Gringotts, then we will transfer the cost appropriately according to the situation. Based on my personal authority, I can at least get a 30-40% discount in this regard..."
"If the 'cost' is just these things, then there is no problem at all!"
As if Cornelius Fudge suddenly saw a drowning man on a driftwood, he agreed without any hesitation and looked at the other party seriously.
"If Gringotts Wizarding Bank can complete all this before dawn today, then the goblins can attend the public press conference with the Ministry of Magic during the day to directly establish the requirements of your queen in front of the public. The key is
——What are you going to do?”
"It's very simple. There are three adult fire dragons tamed underground in the Gringotts vault in London——"
Douglas raised his slender index finger and spoke softly and slowly.
"We can temporarily lend to the Ministry of Magic two Ukrainian Iron Bellys, the largest fire dragons in the world today. They will resist all deadly spells for you, and madly attack all evil wizards standing in front of them. Yes
Isn’t it very simple?”
"Are you crazy? Is this a good suggestion from you goblins? Release two adult fire dragons in the Ministry of Magic?"
Bones looked at Douglas in disbelief and laughed angrily, "The fire dragon will destroy most of the Ministry of Magic without You-Know-Who taking action."
"But, isn't that what war is? This is the price that the Ministry of Magic must bear. It was reduced to ruins in the flames of war."
"Why do we have to turn the Ministry of Magic into—"
"You are right, this is an extremely difficult battle, but we must win it."
Cornelius Fudge suddenly raised his hand, interrupted Amelia Bones's rhetorical question, and nodded approvingly.
"You will have a dragon trainer with you, right? And...you have a way to transport the fire dragon into the Ministry of Magic, right? If you can make the fire dragon appear in an underground vault hundreds of meters deep, then there must be some magical means to do it.
Transporting something as big as this?"
"Of course, Mr. Minister."
Douglas's eyes flashed, as if he was recalling something, he bowed and answered with a smile.