Chapter 300 Chapter 67 Frightened Fudge

The yellow scarf warriors were like two tanks, rampaging on the streets, and the two huge shields blocked all the flying spells.

I have to say that the manpower brought by Yaxley can indeed be regarded as elite.

They were experienced in fighting, and when they found that simple magic spells could not cause effective damage, they immediately dispersed.

Use transfiguration and other indirect auxiliary spells to attack.

Facts have proved that wizards are not unable to come up with attack methods such as changing the terrain, but most people are keen on shooting spells at each other.

The fierce wind mixed with the blazing flames brought the fire just roaring and swept over.

A few more elite wands who cooperated tacitly sprayed out torrents of water like water guns from their tips.

As soon as it was poured on the Yellow Turban Warrior's body, he was frozen by the freezing spell again.

The yellow scarf warrior lowered his head, only to find that the ground beneath his feet had become as soft as a swamp.

Looking at the trapped Yellow Turban Warrior, Yaxley felt a little calmer in his heart.

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

At this moment, the yellow scarf warrior suddenly squatted down slowly, crossed his arms on his chest, and roared angrily.

He made a gesture to break free, and waves of air spread from the surroundings, accompanied by crackling explosions and smoke.

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

They backed away cautiously, raising their wands cautiously.

Alex tilted his head at a man wearing a top hat. The man in the top hat nodded, stepped forward and waved his wand vigorously.

[whirlwind sweeps away]

A strong wind blew from the ground, and among the smoke and dust, two tall figures stepped through the smoke and slowly walked out.

I saw that the originally bloated golden armor had disappeared.

Hercules! But see:

The face is like ruby, and the beard is like soap velvet. He seems to have a body of ten feet and a strength of thousands of kilograms vertically and horizontally.

On the side of the yellow scarf, the golden ring is shining with the sun's rays; in the middle of the embroidered jacket, the iron armor is covered with frost and swallows the shadow of the moon. He always 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 superior demeanor, while his wife was recording the video.

She had to keep the look down no matter what, she scratched her itch calmly, motioned for Li Qingshu to come closer, and then slowly opened her mouth to educate her son:

"Xiaoxiao, our Taoist sect is in China and can borrow the power of heaven. This yellow scarf warrior is the guardian general of the Taoist sect who is above the fifth level.

The higher the level, the stronger it is. Remember I told you that the Taoist sect’s greatest wish is for peace and prosperity for the country and the people. In addition to peace in the world and the disappearance of ghosts and monsters, it is better.

The most important reason is that the scope of heaven follows the country's map. When the hearts of the people of the world are integrated with the country, the country becomes the heart of heaven! "

After the two yellow scarf warriors took off their heavy armor, it was as if the limiter was opened, and streamers were seen flying. The two yellow scarf warriors, who were like deformed creations, were as fast as galloping horses.

In just a blink of an eye, they rushed into the crowd. The two yellow scarf warriors kept Zhang Chengdao's order in mind, knocked out the strikers from the Ministry of Magic, and then tied them with ribbons.

Not long after, a series of figures strung up on the streamers. This method of relying on speed to fight closely made these wizards extremely uncomfortable.

Yaxley watched with dizzy eyes as the manpower he had developed so painstakingly was consumed in a very short period of time.

Anger and fear were like poisonous snakes biting away at his sanity.

When he saw the two devil-like figures rushing over with a series of tied up people, he tremblingly raised his wand.

A fierce flame spurted out from the tip of the wand. It was just a small point at first, but the flame swelled in the wind and turned into a fire snake. It just swam around for a while and then ignited the nearby house. The fire The snake immediately turned into a fire python.

After setting the fire, he ran back without looking back, hating in his heart why he had forbidden Apparition just now.

Otherwise, he would have run away by now.

Among the people arrested by the Ministry of Magic, someone screamed in horror:

"Fierce Fire! It's the Fierce Fire Curse!"

On the high platform, Zhang Chengdao's eyes narrowed. Of course he had heard of the reputation of the Fierce Fire Curse. This extremely powerful flame would become stronger as time went by, the more things it burned.

It is said that if this kind of flame is not controlled, it can even destroy a city!

But is there anything wrong with using Li Huo here?

Zhang Chengdao took out a small flag from somewhere, threw it forward, and bowed:

"Water please!"

There was another dull thunder in the sky, and Alex saw the Asian man on the high platform suddenly wave his hand, and a ball of extremely clear, almost transparent water came rushing from a distance.

"Idiot!" Yaxley quickened his pace of escape and showed a contemptuous smile: "Water cannot be extinguished -"

"Chichichichi -" I saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the fire python formed by the fierce fire. Yaxley looked at the small group of almost invisible water in horror, just like dousing out a group of candles, The fierce fire was extinguished easily!

"This is impossible!" Yaxley even forgot to escape, except for special spell-breaking or a closed space composed entirely of incombustible materials.

He had never seen a fire spell extinguished by water.

Zhang Chengdao put his hands behind his back and quietly turned his body so that his most handsome silhouette was facing the photo stone held by his wife.

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

The Taoist magic shrank to an inch!

Yaxley looked at Zhang Chengdao who suddenly appeared in front of him, and didn't bother to think about how he broke through the anti-apparition spell.

Instead, he raised his wand and shouted fiercely:

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

Zhang Chengdao swung his arm and the Zhang family secret!

"Pah!" With a crisp sound, the "criminals" who were watching on the side couldn't help but twitch their faces twice and took a breath.

Because he was afraid that he would slap his head 360 degrees with one slap, Zhang Chengdao deliberately used clever strength.

Yaxley spun several times in the air. Before he landed, Zhang Chengdao saw the opportunity and slapped him again with his backhand.

"Swoosh-Pah!"

Yaxley, who had just finished spinning clockwise, immediately turned counterclockwise three and a half times.

When he landed dizzy, he only heard a strange long sound in his ears, his brain was blank, and his cheeks were burning like fire.

Zhang Chengdao reached out and pulled his collar, looking at Yaxley, whose eyes were horrified and whose 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 he can touch! More than a thousand years ago, we said this to the church and wizards. If you have forgotten, go back and remember it now!

By the way, ask Fudge, does he want to go to war with the Taoist sect?"

"Did he really say that?"

Fudge put his hands in his pockets to hide his shaking hands, and his chubby face was covered with sweat.

"Yes--" Yaxley stood in front of him, and it must be said that it was just like the old Taoist priest who could not solve the poison of the basilisk and could only suppress it.

The detumescent potion commonly used in the West could not reduce the swelling of Yaxley's swollen cheeks. He could only raise the collar of his clothes to cover his cheeks like a warthog.

In Fudge's opinion, Zhang Chengdao didn't hit Yaxley in the face, he hit himself, the Ministry of Magic!

But when he thought of the terrible fighting power described by Yaxley, that was just one person from the East!

He didn't even fight himself!

"Where are those strikers? Are they all dead?" Fudge didn't notice that his voice was hoarse and obscure.

"No, the Oriental man said that they should rebuild all the destroyed houses brick by brick, no magic allowed, they must do it themselves.

After the construction, they can plant sugarcane for 3 years and then put it back."

No magic allowed!

Fudge felt a chill running up his spine. For wizards, not being allowed to use magic is one of the cruelest punishments.

Otherwise, breaking the wand would not be the most severe punishment. The goblins rebelled many times because they did not have the right to own the wand.

The wand is the second life of the wizard!

'Bang! '

The door of the office was pushed open again, and Greengrass rushed in without caring about etiquette.

He walked quickly to Fudge and said in an angry and slightly fearful tone:

"The group of despicable dwarfs in the magic house deceived us!

After my repeated questioning, they told the truth! The group of people in the East are so powerful, but they like to stay in China and rarely leave there!

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

Killed? Fudge's body couldn't help but tremble. Except for the dark wizards, there was rarely killing in the fight between wizards.

Even Grindelwald was just imprisoned. If it weren't for monsters like Dementors that made Azkaban a punishment more terrifying than death.

Otherwise, the highest penalty in the wizarding world would be life imprisonment.

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

Fudge only felt bitter in his mouth. In his heart, the East was just a small figure who managed the exchange and had such a powerful force, so what about the real powerful people?

So, a wonderful misunderstanding was formed-the average person in the East was Zhang Chengdao.

Just like American Muggles are either extremely optimistic or extremely pessimistic.

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

Fudge's speed from extreme optimism before the real contact to extreme pessimism is like a roller coaster. His mind is now full of how to pass the blame and how to preserve his position.

This is not a small matter!

If only Yaxley was injured, then this would only become another secret that Fudge could not tell, but there are more than 30 strikers captured.

This accounts for almost one-fifth of the power of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic!

They are not single, they have families and relatives, although Yaxley has won over these people for his own use.

But it does not mean that these strikers are loyal Death Eaters who can sacrifice themselves for the Dark Lord at any time.

Besides, among the real Death Eaters, except for Bella, Crouch and other fools, how many are truly loyal to Voldemort?

Isn't it all for the family business?

The luxurious office of the Minister of Magic was silent. It was obviously equipped with extremely comfortable constant temperature magic, but Fudge felt hot as if he was warming himself by the fire.

He took out a towel and kept wiping the sweat off his face, his chubby cheeks twitching.

What to do?

What to do now?

Who to blame?

Fudge's eyes slowly moved to Yaxley's face, his expression was unclear.

"Mr. Minister, where are the strikers sent?"

Greengrass suddenly asked.

"They were caught and doing hard labor."

Fudge repeated Yaxley's words dryly.

So there was an awkward silence in the office again.

Greengrass stood up, as if running for his life:

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

Fudge opened his mouth and wanted to call out Greengrass who instigated him to do these things, but he thought of the Galleons in his vault.

He could only choose to shut his mouth, so Fudge turned his face and looked at Yaxley gloomily:

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

Yaxley's face suddenly turned pale, and then red again.

This damn, hypocritical, despicable fat man wants to put the blame on me!

England

In a quaint mansion, in a magnificent hall, a huge fireplace was burning.

In a soft and comfortable armchair, Voldemort, like a deformed child, squinted his slender eyes and enjoyed the warmth of the fire.

Bella was lying on the sofa not far away, playing with her hair boredly.

From time to time, she looked at Umbridge, who was kneeling on the ground like a black toad, with disgust.

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

Umbridge moved her fat buttocks and moved forward. Her voice became sweeter and more respectful:

"Master, I think the most important thing for us is to restore you to your prime. Making money is not important. As long as you are healthy, the wealth of the whole world is at your fingertips. Purebloods do this - isn't it a bit -"

! ! !

Although the words were not spoken, Umbridge's words were extremely heartbreaking, and the meaning was clearly that these purebloods put making money higher than Voldemort.

Those purebloods hurriedly knelt on the ground, swore loudly that they did not think so, and stared at Umbridge in front of them with vicious eyes.

Umbridge was not worried at all about this kind of look. Her years of experience in the Ministry of Magic made her understand a truth: as long as she held the thigh of the top, there was no need to worry about others.

Just like there were many people in the Ministry of Magic who wished she would die, would this delay her from becoming the Deputy Minister?

So as long as Voldemort felt his loyalty, no one else mattered.

This was Umbridge's way of survival!

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

"Umbridge, very good, you did a good job, I feel your loyalty, as for our cunning pure-blood friends, I certainly know what's going on

But it doesn't matter. I am willing to give a lot of wealth to people like them whose loyalty is mixed with many other things.

What about those who are loyal to me?"

The kneeling figures became lower, they were as quiet as cicadas, not daring to make a sound, as long as Bella jumped up and stood on the sofa, laughing wildly:

"Master! I don't want anything! I just want to follow you!"

"Yes, Bella, you are different, and you, Barty."

A thin and handsome young man bowed gracefully.

Voldemort looked at Umbridge again:

"So, Fudge is useless?"

"Yes, my master"

"Then - let's get started. I'm very interested in your and Barty's plan. Don't let me down. Squeeze Fudge's last value!"

"Your will is my only will, master!"

Umbridge pressed her forehead against the stall with tears, but if you look closely, you can see her uncontrollable malicious smile.

Fudge, I will pay you back double for what you did to me back then!

This is just the beginning!

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