Hogwarts executioner

Chapter 118 Gary and Minerva

"McGonagall, you don't know how much the French wizards hate you Britain now. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are eager to cross the Channel and kill Fudge.

There are werewolves and vampires fighting every day in the subways, sewers, and streets of Paris. Those crazy people are not worried about magic being exposed, and they even want magic to be exposed. "

The old wizard said angrily, and couldn't help but take a breath before he said half of it.

McGonagall snorted: "Professor Dumbledore suggested formulating laws for the management of werewolves, vampires and other dark creatures, and establishing a unified anti-black Auror alliance to act in a unified manner to maintain the safety and peace of the wizarding world. You just disagreed. Now. What's the use of saying this? If you really want to be powerful, you can just go to England and drive Fudge out of office."

"You are so unreasonable," the old wizard said angrily.

"Forget it, you're only going to stay for a few days anyway. You can leave as soon as you're done." The old wizard waved his hand and went directly to the second floor.

The elf said from the side: "The master has prepared the room for the two of you, should we rest for a while and drink some tea, or go to the room now?"

Mag said: "William go to the room first, I have something to talk to Anderson."

William nodded, followed the elf to the room, then took out the book and opened it.

At about five o'clock in the evening, William heard the sound of the door opening downstairs. When he walked downstairs, he saw a middle-aged wizard whispering something to the old wizard and Professor McGonagall.

Seeing William, the witch stopped and asked, "Mr. Smith, I am Elisa Galen, an Auror from the French Ministry of Magic. I am here to inform you that you should try not to go out in the near future. What you said at the Ministry of Magic this afternoon has already Known by the French wizards, your situation is very dangerous."

After Eliza Galen left, the old wizard sighed, but said nothing more, and waved his hand to let the elf leave.

"William, right? Please be prepared for tomorrow. Those disciples and grandsons of the chess king, those originally angry French wizards will try their best to insult you." The old wizard sighed.

The old wizard walked up the stairs, suddenly stopped, and turned around and said, "Why did you say those words?"

William took out a photo from his pocket and said with a smile: "Others have challenged me, I just challenge it."

The photo showed a French boy holding flowers to show his love to Hibiscus, while a group of people congratulated him nearby.

The old wizard took out a pair of eyes from his pocket, looked at them carefully for a while, and then said, "Bill Jones's favorite little son, it's great to be young."

William didn't know whether the old wizard was praising himself for his youthful vigor, or praising the old chess king who was still in his s and s and could still blossom and bear fruit.

After dinner, William read a book for a while, then picked up the double-sided mirror, and said with a smile, "I thought you would be haunted by someone today."

Fleur snickered and said, "I asked my uncle for help today, and together we bought a 10,000 Galleons bet to beat you to win the championship."

William smiled: "Oh, what is the winning rate, what are the odds?"

Fleur said happily: "No one thinks you will win. If it weren't for the news that you were appointed by Professor McGonagall to challenge the chess champion, there would probably be no bets on you. The odds of you winning the championship are 1:30, as long as you win If you do, I can win galleons, so don’t lose, this is the pocket money I finally saved."

"Are you free tomorrow? I'll transfer you another Galleons." William laughed.

Fleur shook her head and said, "My father and mother have just warned me that they are not allowed to meet you in private this month, so as not to affect the family's reputation."

William said: "Okay, then we can only see you at the stadium tomorrow."

Fleur nodded and said: "Well, you asked me to ask Nicolas Flamel last time. My grandfather said that he was about to die and was preparing for his funeral. He would leave his knowledge in Beauxbatons. How much he can get depends on the individual. strength."

William was extremely envious, but he also knew that there was no chance for him, let alone the discrimination based on nationality and school status. This afternoon alone, the French wizards would never agree to let William obtain Nicoléme's inheritance. It was a blessing not to beat him to death.

Even if Fleur gets the inheritance of Nicolas May, if she wants to marry her in the future, she will be unanimously suppressed by the wizarding circles all over France.

The Philosopher's Stone that can live forever is too important, and Nicolas May not only has alchemy, he also has the highest achievements of this era in pharmacy, prophecy, and charms.

More than six hundred years are enough for him to master too much knowledge and wealth in the wizarding world.

Fu Rong smiled and said, "You have to help me improve Potions, Alchemy, and Charms. As for Divination, I don't have the talent in this area, so I don't want to fight."

William said: "Concentrate on alchemy first. This is the greatest legacy. As for potions and spells, it depends on the opportunity."

Fu Rong said, "William, my grandfather said the same thing."

"William, I want the championship medal!" Gabrielle suddenly appeared and shouted.

"Medal, medal!"

William laughed loudly and said, "Okay, I'll give you the medal and the wizard chess for your sister."

"Oh!" Gabrielle cheered while hugging Fleur.

After completing his daily meeting with Fleur, William continued to read books. At around 1 a.m., the raven on his arm suddenly became active, flew out of the window, and soared into the night following the breath of death.

As if he had two extra eyes, William soon saw nearly twenty werewolves, besieging seven vampires under a basement.

Due to the huge disparity in numbers, five vampires were quickly killed, and one vampire escaped with the help of an Auror from the Ministry of Magic, which opened a hole in the werewolf encirclement.

A vampire was seriously injured and taken away by the Aurors.

What is most surprising to William is that both sides are using special firearms. The vampires shoot poisonous bullets, which can effectively prevent the werewolves from recovering. The werewolves' firearms use mithril bullets, which can cause continuous huge damage to the vampires.

The firearms of both sides use mithril as the material. They rely on increased gunpowder launch, a dual-gun configuration for one person, improved warheads, and a narrow basement like a secret room. Short-range combat allows them to escape and dodge with less space, and those who survive are all. It's hurt.

"What is this? A real-life version of "Underworld"?" William Yuanshen watched this group of fights remotely with the help of a raven, muttering in his heart.

Smart people will see the power and improvement potential of secular weapons, but the French werewolves do not have the superb alchemy skills of French alchemists, so they can only rely on their own powerful bodies and choose physical methods.

Normal people's hands cannot withstand the recoil of this kind of gunpowder, which is at least three times greater. Even if they can withstand it, the shooting accuracy will be very poor under this kind of recoil.

The werewolves quickly fought and retreated from the Aurors. Because they were worried about ordinary people, the Aurors finally had to stop in the downtown area. The final result was that three werewolves were struck to death by the sharp gold-plated magic sword used by the previous vampire, and eight others were captured and taken away by Aurors.

Under the control of William Yuanshen, Raven traced all the way according to the red magic power left by the escaped vampire, and stopped in a deserted cemetery on the outskirts of Paris. It seemed that the injured male vampire entered the basement from the cemetery mechanism.

William narrowed his eyes, and another death prediction followed in his mind.

"It's really chaotic." French Aurors have to maintain order during the day, ensure street safety, and prevent wizards from being discovered by ordinary people. At night, they have to capture werewolves and vampires and eliminate their traces. It's no wonder that the French Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are so critical of the British Ministry of Magic. The resentment reached the point where he wanted to launch an assassination.

According to Raven's perception, there are one or two abnormal dark green death grievances floating in Paris every few kilometers, and different gangsters are fighting on the streets with knives, guns and other weapons.

But William was not interested in this and let the raven fly back without even looking.

William didn't know that when he controlled the raven to go out and return, on the Eiffel Tower, Lily and Lita were wearing black dragon skin tights, looking at Paris under the night with different expressions.

Behind the bright light, the sounds of fighting and howling were intertwined, and the negative spiritual energy erupted by ordinary people in the extreme environment turned into a special magic power, which was swallowed by the big ravens sent out by the two.

The red-eyed ravens of the two spotted the little black raven from a distance, and actively chose to avoid and hide.

William's young raven obviously does not have the innate ability to swallow energy and look out from a distance.

The next morning, the old wizard and McGonagall were woken up by shouts from downstairs.