Chapter 228: Fleur Delivers Herself
Time came to late night.
Ethan, Cassandra, and the others were chatting in the tent about the gains from their trip; none of them were sleepy at the moment.
For this Quidditch World Cup, they had eaten, played, and also made a huge profit.
Just now, Ethan had already gone to the Goblins and withdrawn all the Galleons.
This one match alone, including the principal, amounted to a massive six million Galleons, mainly because the odds for the Ireland Team were quite favorable.
Cassandra and the others also gained a lot by following Ethan.
However, everyone's funds were different. Those with more, like Cassandra and Fleur, earned hundreds of thousands of Galleons throughout the entire Quidditch World Cup.
Even without relying on their parents, they could be called little rich women.
Those with less were Penelope, Hermione, and others. Their funds were only what they had earned at the Hogwarts Wizard Duelling Tournament, but now they also had tens of thousands of Galleons.
They could be considered to have entered the ranks of wealthy people in the Wizarding World.
They certainly couldn't compare to most pure-blood nobles, but they were much richer than many half-blood Wizarding families.
As for Nagini, she did not participate.
The main reason was that Ethan didn't let Nagini come out. Usually, she would just watch the match with Ethan in the box, and then for the rest of the time, she would stay in the tent.
Unlike previous trips to Hogsmeade and other places for leisure.
There were too many reporters at the Quidditch World Cup, from various countries.
Even if Nagini just went for a stroll, it was possible for her to be photographed. Even if the reporters didn't recognize Nagini, it could just be an unintentional action.
But this could lead to her being exposed now, and Ethan might not even know about it, unable to stop it in time. After all, Legilimency couldn't be used at all times, and Ethan couldn't constantly monitor the actions of those around him. When surrounded by Wizards, this sensory ability couldn't distinguish anything unless there was hostility.
Furthermore, Nagini's active era was only sixty years ago, which is not too distant from the present.
Many Wizards of Newt's and even Dumbledore's generation are still alive, and Wizards' lifespans are a bit longer than Muggles'.
What if some bored old man or woman recognized her while flipping through a newspaper? Although they wouldn't dare to believe it was truly Nagini.
But in their doubt, it wouldn't be impossible for them to go and inform Dumbledore for verification.
After all, these old folks now have nothing serious to do; they're all at home, retired and so idle they're practically growing mold.
Ethan, for now, did not want to alarm Dumbledore.
His attention should be reserved for Harry and Lord Voldemort.
"Ethan, have you heard?"
As they chatted, Hermione suddenly hesitated, wondering if what she was about to say was appropriate.
But she felt it was necessary to remind Ethan.
"What is it?"
Ethan, who was holding Gabrielle and playing with her, turned his head to look at Hermione.
"The reason why the Bulgaria Team lost to the Ireland Team."
Hermione didn't care anymore and just blurted it out with her eyes closed.
This was also something they had heard when the girls went shopping together after getting their Galleons from the Goblins and having dinner. Penelope and Cassandraalso knew about it.
The reason they still went shopping late at night was because today was the last day.
Tomorrow, everyone would go home, and this commercial street would definitely disband, with vendors taking their unsold goods back to their countries.
So tonight, all goods were really heavily discounted. Compared to taking these unsold goods back, it was better to earn a little less and sell them on the spot.
After all, these things were not scarce in their home countries. Let alone selling them at a good price, even at normal prices, the competition was fierce.
As a result, with the British Ministry of Magic's permission and assistance, the commercial street, which usually closed at nine, stayed open until midnight today, with Ministry of Magic staff responsible for maintaining order.
For this final price-cutting frenzy, Penelope and the others naturally wouldn't miss out.
Ethan, however, stayed in the tent with Nagini and Gabrielle and did not go with them.
This is why, even though it was late at night, the few of them were still chatting without any sign of sleepiness.
"What reason?"
Ethan really didn't know about this.
When he went to the Goblins, he hadn't heard the Twinor anyone else mention it.
"They all say that after every match victory, the Bulgaria Team players, after the Veela's dance celebration and banquet, would go to the red-light district for a night. It's because of this that after two consecutive high-intensity matches, they lost to the Ireland Team."
Cassandra immediately gave Hermione an approving look. They also didn't want to see Ethan taking Penelopeand Nagini into the room every day.
Now there was a legitimate reason: for the sake of your health, you have to exercise moderation!
Only Penelope and Nagini looked at Hermione with strange expressions.
Penelope also knew about this, but she didn't take it to heart at all. After all, the ones who truly couldn't handle it were herself and Nagini.
Even if they didn't rest well and their bodies broke down, it would be herself and Nagini.
Ethan's body was stronger than a dragon's; it would be a miracle if he became weak.
"It's not impossible!"
Ethan remained silent for a moment before slowly speaking.
Facing the temptation of the Veela, even if one was used to it or had drunk a Potion, it was impossible not to feel aroused. At most, it could only remove the enchantment effect.
After all, it would be strange to remain calm when facing such a group of beauties every day.
However, thinking that the Veela could turn into bird-headed monsters and thus not be able to get aroused, it was understandable for them to go to the red-light district to vent.
Especially after winning a match and celebrating with a few drinks, once the thought arises, how could one sleep alone?
The reason Viktor Krum performed well today was either because he was still young and could handle it, or he simply didn't go out. After all, he was only eighteen, and it wasn't unreasonable that his teammates didn't take him along.
In his previous life, Ethan had heard that at the Olympics and various sports events, condoms were scattered everywhere in the athletes' residences, and the organizers even provided them for free.
Transferred to the Wizarding World, the result was the same.
Anyway, here, it was legal for those Witches who earned a hard living to do this business.
Furthermore, the Bulgaria Team had so many fans that they could rotate partners without spending money and never have the same one twice.
Under such indulgence, after facing two strong opponents, Luxembourg and Brazil, in the two matches before the final, losing was considered normal.
After all, their bodies were too weak and they had undergone high-intensity confrontations. Even if they drank Potions, such problems couldn't be recovered from immediately.
It was probably because of this that the Ireland Team, known for its defense, launched a furious offense, while the Bulgaria Team, famous for its offense, completely collapsed, with both their defense and offense being abysmal.
"Ethan, don't you have anything to say?"
Not hearing what she wanted to hear, Hermione couldn't help but prompt him.
"What do you want me to say?"
Ethan looked at Hermione strangely.
"Those athletes on the Bulgaria Team, each of them is tall and strong, but they were all worn out. Aren't you afraid?"
Hermione said this with gritted teeth.
"What do I have to be afraid of?"
"Ask Penelope, who will be the one to get weak?"
So, after all that talk, she wanted to hear his abstinence declaration.
He would never quit in this life.
Hearing this, Hermione looked at Ethan, then at Penelopeand Nagini.
Having lived together in this tent for a while, she knew that Penelope and Nagini were the ones being suppressed.
But they never won even once, and Ethan didn't feel any discomfort?
This was different from what she had learned in books!
Penelope also blushed and waved for Hermione to come over and chat.
Normally, besides sharing some experience with Cassandra, she wouldn't say anything else, as it was too embarrassing.
Watching Penelope and the other girls gathered together, Ethan had no intention of eavesdropping.
He immediately stood up, carried Gabrielle back to her room. It was getting late, and she should be asleep.
Of course, Ethan just carried her over; he wasn't going with her.
After lulling Gabrielle to sleep, Ethan returned to his room.
Inside was a two-and-a-half-meter by two-meter large bed, in addition to various other functions, such as self-vibration, conversion to a waterbed, and automatic height adjustment.
Making it wasn't difficult for Ethan, and this bed would probably need an upgrade later, as with more people, this size wouldn't be enough.
About half an hour later.
"Fleur, why is it you?"
Ethan, who was waiting for Penelope and Nagini to come in, looked incredulously at Fleur, who was only wearing a few scraps of cloth.
"I told them, and they sent me."
"Tomorrow, Gabrielle and I are going home."
Fleur's face was also flushed with shyness as she came over to Ethan and whispered.
Then she quickly burrowed into the covers, burying her head and not daring to show it.
Just thinking about what Penelope and Nagini had said when they left her behind made Fleur hesitant to look at Ethan.
Ethan would not refuse Fleur, who was offering herself, and immediately dived into the covers as well.
The covers were calm for a while, but after several minutes, they began to undulate, as if someone was fighting inside.
The next moment, Fleur, her face flushed, kicked off the covers.
She had almost suffocated just now; if she hadn't slapped Ethan, she might have been smothered, and it was so stuffy under the covers.
"Come, I'll teach you how to breathe first; you can learn the rest slowly. The night is still long!"
Ethan's handsome face now bore a lewd smile.
Before Fleur could agree, Ethan directly pounced on her, beginning the evening's teaching content.
[Thanks to the big shot Meteor Shower for the monthly ticket, thank you big shot!]
Chapter 229: Night Disturbance
Boom!
Boom!
...
Successive explosions came from not far away, and Ethan, who was sleeping with Fleur in his tent, was instantly awakened.
He checked the time; it was just past three in the morning.
This tent was a soundproof room, and it could be set.
Ethan usually set it so that sounds inside couldn't get out, but he could hear sounds from outside.
This was also something Ethan specifically did to hear the movements outside.
After all, it's better to be alert when out and about.
Although he could set up some protective measures around, the space was limited, and a little further away was other people's tent territory, so the protection was quite limited.
"What's going on outside?"
Fleur, who was resting her head on Ethan's shoulder, also groggily lifted her head.
"There's a commotion outside; it should be directed at me."
Ethan still had some self-awareness.
Logically speaking, someone like Ethan, who won a huge sum of Galleons, should immediately use a Portkey to escape after cashing in.
After all, he earned so much, a full ten million Galleons; no one wouldn't be envious.
There were only a few in the entire Wizarding World who could confidently say their family's cash exceeded ten million Galleons.
As long as they could snatch Ethan's Galleons, no matter what their previous status, they would instantly rise to the top in terms of wealth.
This led to a considerable number of people targeting Ethan.
From time to time, Ethan would discover some unfamiliar Wizards walking around his tent, or two or three people pretending to chat and rest inadvertently.
Ethan could sense some of these Wizards with obvious malice.
Knowing they meant no good, it was inevitable for him to use Legilimency to read their thoughts. Ethan was not Dumbledore, playing restrictions on himself.
He also knew that this was not one group, but more than a dozen waves of Wizards from different forces and families who were staking him out.
Among them, Ethan also used Imperio to secretly control many people.
At the same time, the news that they would act tonight was also exposed to Ethan.
There was a reason for choosing this time. First, everyone knew Ethan had won a lot of Galleons, and his winning rate was incredibly high; the Quidditch World Cup betting was like giving Ethan money.
For the last match, Ethan would definitely place a bet, and then, after Ethan won, they would make their move, maximizing their profit.
Furthermore, during the Quidditch World Cup, the British Ministry of Magic's patrol intensity here was quite high. If they made a move, they would encounter significant resistance.
On the night after the Quidditch World Cup ended, the British Ministry of Magic would naturally relax their vigilance while celebrating the perfect conclusion of the Quidditch World Cup.
Making a move then would naturally be the most suitable time.
And even if Ethan took the Galleons and ran early, it didn't matter.
It would just be a bit more troublesome, but they could directly go to Great Britain, snatch it, and run.
Hogwarts was difficult to act in, but during the summer and winter holidays, there were plenty of opportunities.
After all, they already knew Ethan's information: a Muggle-born with no background. Even if he had good relationships with a few pure-blood families, so what?
If you could directly give the Galleons to these families, they might give up.
But since you couldn't, would these families send people to protect you twenty-four hours a day?
As for the so-called genius, that was even less significant.
Which country in the Wizarding World didn't have a so-called genius every year? Even the most talented were just kids in their teens; how strong could they be?
It was precisely because he knew all this that Ethan decided to stay in this camp tonight.
Although these Wizards could be easily crushed by Ethan.
But if he left today, these pests coming one after another would definitely be quite annoying.
It was better to just deal with them all at once.
As for Fleur, when she heard it was directed at Ethan, her originally hazy eyes suddenly lit up.
Then she struggled to get out of bed, but as soon as she stood up, she stumbled and sat down on Ethan's chest.
Fortunately, Ethan had good physical fitness and wasn't winded by that impact; instead, he even had the presence of mind to rub her and help Fleur sit on the edge of the bed.
"Ethan, aren't you anxious at all~?"
Fleur, her face full of anxiety, looked at Ethan, who remained incredibly calm, even having the leisure to take advantage of her, and was quite speechless.
This person, doesn't he know how to be anxious at all?
People were already attacking.
At first, she was just immersed in the joy of winning the Galleons, forgetting that someone would be greedy for this sum.
Now, after Ethan reminded her, she realized how hot that sum of Galleons was to handle.
"Not anxious at all!"
Ethan took out fresh underwear from the wardrobe and personally helped Fleur put it on, saying with a grin.
He really wasn't anxious, and they wouldn't come over so quickly; all their actions were exposed to Ethan's eyes.
They were currently in the stage of creating a disturbance, trying their best to attract the Ministry of Magic personnel still stationed there to maintain order.
If they could lead away a large number of Wizards from this area, that would be even better.
After that, there was a second stage: releasing Animalsfrom the Animal camp. These were the mascots of various national teams.
There were quite a few powerful and bad-tempered ones among them, which could further cause chaos, making it easier for them to operate unnoticed.
Even if they caused a significant commotion at Ethan's location in the end, these Ministry of Magic personnel would have difficulty arriving quickly.
It was still the first stage; why should Ethan be anxious?
After Ethan helped Fleur put on her underwear, she simply slipped on a magic robe and tried to pull Ethan outside.
But after only a few steps, she stopped in her tracks, as it was really painful, burning.
Ethan directly bent down, one hand under Fleur's knee, the other on her back, and carried her to the living room.
Fleur also took the opportunity to wrap her arms around Ethan's neck.
At this moment, Cassandra and the others were also sitting on the sofa here.
Everyone was waiting for Ethan and Fleur.
"Sister!"
Gabrielle, who had been held in Nagini's arms, still sleepy and constantly nodding off, immediately let out a loud cry when she saw Fleur and Ethan like this, her cheeks puffing up with anger.
If Nagini hadn't held her tightly, Gabrielle probably would have rushed over.
Being stared at by everyone like this, Fleur's face instantly turned so red it looked like it would drip blood, and she buried her head deep in Ethan's chest.
After comforting Gabrielle for a few words, Ethan directly sat down with Fleur, adjusting her posture so she was sitting on him, her head resting on his shoulder.
It had to be said that Fleur's combat strength was still not very good, only slightly better than Penelope's back then.
Logically speaking, Fleur had a part of Veela blood, so her physical condition should be quite good; even if she wasn't as good as Penelope and the others after taking Magic Blood, there shouldn't be much difference.
But today Ethan knew that the difference was still a bit large.
This also made Ethan hold back a lot of strength; otherwise, Ethan wouldn't have finished by this time.
"Penelope, you take them back using the Portkey. I'll stay here alone."
"Oh, and Fleur and Cassandra, use your wizard mailboxto explain the situation to your parents so they don't worry."
After sitting down, Ethan didn't wait for the girls to ask anything and immediately made arrangements.
"What about you?"
Hermione glanced at Ethan, who was still holding Fleur. He was staying alone while she and the others returned; what kind of arrangement was this?
"I definitely have to stay; they're coming for me."
Then Ethan repeated what he knew, naturally having modified a lot of the content.
After listening, Cassandra and the others also had a trace of anxiety flash across their faces.
Originally, they just thought there was a disturbance outside, so everyone gathered here to prevent the fire from spreading to their side, making it easier to deal with when everyone was together.
But they didn't expect the fire to be burning towards them.
"Alright, now you all go back with the Portkey. Leave the rest to me."
"You know my strength; even if something goes wrong, I can still leave."
Ethan looked at their expressions and comforted them.
Apparition and Portkeys were not prohibited in this camp, and those outside wouldn't have time to set up anything.
Unless they actually attacked, for now, using these methods was still unobstructed.
Hearing Ethan say this, Cassandra and the others no longer insisted. Although their strength was good, there was still a considerable gap compared to Ethan.
Staying might not necessarily help; it could also be a hindrance.
And just as Ethan said, if Ethan wanted to leave, could they stop him?
Leaving aside other spells, once Ethan's Patronus Charmwas cast, he could directly ride it out of the scene. What could intercept him?
Soon, in this living room, the girls returned to their respective rooms, and even Fleur's luggage was brought out by Nagini.
These had been packed in advance, as they had to leave today, which made things much more convenient now.
Besides some of their personal belongings, there were also the fruits of their efforts in the commercial street during this period, all inside.
In this living room, everyone activated their Portkeys one by one and left in front of Ethan.
After Ethan was the only one left in the spacious living room, he took out his wizard mailbox and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
Before long, they all reported their safety to Ethan one by one.
Now, Ethan could act without any reservations.
As for this tent, it didn't matter if it was destroyed; it was just a small sum of money.
Moreover, Ethan would settle all of this with the Goblins later.
After all, except for the first time, when Ethan bet 300,000 Galleons and, due to his lack of understanding of the market, directly stated his amount and the team he wanted to bet on at the counter, he subsequently conducted all his business in a private box.
Yet, even so, every time after the event concluded, the team Ethan bet on and how many Galleons he bet were revealed.
Aside from a few people Ethan was familiar with, outsiders couldn't possibly know this; it was undoubtedly the Goblins' doing.
After all, they didn't want Ethan to continue, but they couldn't stop him, as that would damage their reputation.
So, they resorted to this method of retaliation, hoping to force Ethan to stop.
Not only that, due to the Goblins' leaks, Ethan frequently encountered Wizards who wanted to bet with him, but since Ethan didn't know them at all, he naturally refused.
After all, if he brought them along, once the amount reached a certain sum, they would definitely be exploited.
Only someone with a problem in their head would bring them along to play; even with Ludo, Ethan only gave him a warning at the beginning and then left him to it.
There were also some Wizards who used various methods to spy on Ethan, wanting to know the secret to his accurate bets. Many of these were secretly dealt with by Ethan.
Now, all of this could be blamed on the Goblins.
It won't be long now, and it will all be settled!
Chapter 230: Rufus Scrimgeour
Stepping out of the tent, the clamor outside became even more apparent.
Dull thunder accompanied by flashes of fire illuminated the entire sky, and in the distance, there were panicked screams from crowds.
However, under normal circumstances, it shouldn't have reached this side yet!
Their primary goal now was to release Animals to create chaos, but chaos had already erupted on this side.
Due to Ethan's location, which gathered a large number of pure-blood Wizards, this area was also a key patrol point for the British Ministry of Magic, and many Wizards from pure-blood families were quite strong.
If these people weren't lured away, they might not dare to act just like that.
So, someone was taking advantage of this commotion to fish in troubled waters here.
Lucius Malfoy, who had been waiting in his own tent, looking around, immediately scurried over when he saw Ethan.
"Boss, I have something to report to you!"
Lucius also noticed that no one was nearby, which was why he dared to use that title.
"Hmm, come in!"
Ethan directly lifted the tent flap and led Lucius to the living room.
"What is it? Speak!"
Ethan remembered that in the original novel, the Death Eaters seemed to have caused some commotion on this last night.
They attacked a Muggle family and then cast a Dark Mark.
The commotion wasn't actually that big.
Did they act today as well?
He just didn't know if they had joined forces with those who were targeting him.
"Field Dominic contacted me; he's a Death Eater. He wanted us to cause some commotion today to let the Ministry of Magic know that the Death Eaters aren't all dead, and it would be a small counterattack against the Ministry of Magic's persistent pursuit of some Death Eaters over the years."
"I refused, but they have several other people, so I estimate they will still act."
"Also, an Austrian 910 family contacted me, wanting to stay in my tent. Their group also intended to act against you, offering me a portion of the Galleons afterward, which I also refused."
"This commotion is very likely aimed at you; that ten million Galleons is just too conspicuous."
Lucius quickly relayed everything he knew.
This all happened in the early hours of today. Afterward, he wanted to inform him, but without Ethan's approval, he wouldn't dare to enter rashly.
After all, even if these Wizards' target was Ethan, they couldn't actually pose any threat to Ethan.
Just like Lord Voldemort, he never put ordinary Wizards in his eyes.
But if he were to disturb Ethan because of these people whom Ethan didn't care about, and angered him, his own fate would probably be no better than those who targeted Ethan.
After all, with these masters of Dark Arts, you couldn't judge them by common sense. Even if you only expressed concern, if he was displeased, he would still give you a Powdered Bone.
He had witnessed this scene more than ten years ago.
Therefore, Lucius would certainly not make such a mistake now.
If Ethan came out upon hearing the commotion, then he would go forward, tell him the news, and face it with Ethan.
If Ethan didn't appear, he would guard outside, and when the commotion occurred, he would express his loyalty and gain some favor.
"Alright, I know about this. You should arrange for your family to go back first."
Ethan nodded and said after a moment of silence.
"I have already arranged for them to go back."
Lucius said somewhat awkwardly.
After receiving two waves of Wizards and refusing both, Lucius immediately sent Draco and his wife back.
Although his reputation outside was very bad, giving people the impression of being cold-blooded, ruthless, and two-faced, in reality, he put his wife and child first.
"You go back too. Leave this to me. I also want to see what confidence they have to target me."
Ethan naturally saw through Lucius's intention to stay and fight alongside him to gain favor.
But in reality, he was still somewhat hesitant, after all, he was just an ordinary Wizard, and a stray spell could easily overturn him.
Draco inherited this trait very well; both of them acted tough on the surface but were actually not very brave.
"Boss, aren't you leaving?"
Lucius asked cautiously. Ethan's current public persona was a Hogwarts student, and he should maintain a low profile.
In this situation, he should retreat first and then find an opportunity to strike back in secret.
He didn't believe Ethan couldn't think of this.
"No!"
"Boss, should we notify Tom? I have a Portkey that can get them here very quickly."
Hearing Ethan say this, Lucius cautiously suggested again.
He didn't dare to ask Ethan why he wanted to stay or anything like that.
After seeing Ethan shake his head, Lucius bowed respectfully and left the tent.
No matter what his boss thought, he just needed to do what he was supposed to do.
After glancing at Ethan's tent, Lucius decisively packed up his own tent.
The House of Malfoy's tent was custom-made years ago and had been continuously modified over the years, so he naturally couldn't bear to abandon it.
Moreover, it was already empty inside, and the two servants had also left with Draco and the others.
A few more minutes passed, and the clamor outside not only didn't subside but grew louder.
Ethan even heard the roar of a Dragon.
Now, it should be their so-called second phase.
The camp specifically set up by the British Ministry of Magic to guard Animals had now turned into a sea of fire.
Herds of Animals were frantically attacking all living creatures they could see, and indiscriminately at that.
Even if they were also Animals, as long as they weren't of their own kind, they would fight each other.
For example, Leprechauns and Veela, both Animals, were now fighting quite fiercely, directly continuing their animosity from the stadium.
Now, the Veela, transformed into bird-headed winged monsters, were chasing and pummeling the Leprechauns, setting fires along the way and burning who knows how many tents.
Since Leprechauns were no match for Veela in a real fight, they specifically ran towards the Wizard gathering places, which made the scene even more chaotic.
If it were just like this, it wouldn't be much.
The British Ministry of Magic still had the ability to cope, but there were also the Thunderbird, the mascot of the USA, the Ukrainian Ironbelly, the mascot of Ukraine, the Australian Opaleye from Australia, the Sphinx from Egypt, the Peruvian Vipertooth from Peru, the Venomous Tentacula from Uganda, and more than ten other types of Animals in total.
Most of them were XXXXX or XXXXX-level, after all, if they were too trashy or lacked characteristics, would they be embarrassed to choose them as their mascots?
The number was also not just one or two; after all, if there were too few, they couldn't be brought out and wouldn't be able to hold the scene.
With these Animals present, ordinary Wizards wouldn't dare to approach them. Even the Hit-Wizards and Aurors responsible for security at the British Ministry of Magic, as well as the personnel specifically managing these Animals, could only retreat to the side.
After all, a Venomous Tentacula required over a hundred skilled Wizards to deal with, and Dragons and Thunderbirds required twenty adult Wizards to handle.
Given the Animals present at the scene, if these Hit-Wizards and Aurors went up, they would likely become food for these creatures within a few rounds.
Logically speaking, even if these Animals were released, they wouldn't cause such a great disturbance.
As mascots, they naturally had frequent contact with Wizards and had a certain degree of tameness. While not actively 친근한 to Wizards, their aggressiveness was relatively not strong.
The reason the situation became like this was that they had prepared a Berserker Potion in advance.
This potion was effective on Animals and some magical plants. Its effect, as its name suggests, was to make the affected animal or plant extremely aggressive, and no matter what their previous temperament was, they would become extremely frantic afterward.
Moreover, they used an Alchemy device to detonate the Berserker Potion, causing it to atomize directly upon explosion, leading to these Animals unconsciously inhaling the potion as they breathed.
It was precisely because of this that all the Animals could be infected in an extremely short period of time.
"Powdered Bone!"
A spell shining with white light shot out from the wand of a Wizard who looked like an old lion, causing a small, four-legged green Dragon that was circling at low altitude and constantly spewing flames to crash.
Once he confirmed that this Dragon couldn't fly, the old lion, accompanied by a few followers, strode towards the personnel who were supposed to maintain order on the other side. Although he had a slight limp, he looked quite imposing.
His sharp eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses stared intently at the group of people in front of him.
"Aren't you going to follow? Do you want to keep hiding here?"
Rufus Scrimgeour had no good attitude towards these people.
If it weren't for the wrong occasion, he would have wanted to throw these incompetent people into Azkaban.
Hearing Rufus Scrimgeour say this, the nearby patrol personnel and the Animal management staff exchanged glances and quickly followed.
The disturbance here was indeed their responsibility, but someone must have deliberately caused it. Hadn't they just been a little negligent tonight?
Moreover, hiding here and not going up was because they couldn't win!
Not everyone had the strength of Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office.
Being able to single-handedly deal with XXXXX-level Animals like Dragons, if all of them went together, dealing with three would be considered a lot.
"Don't think about holding back. We don't have the time or energy to slowly resolve this matter now, do you hear me?"
Walking along the path, Rufus Scrimgeour instructed the people behind him.
Now was not the time to care about the lives of Animals. According to the report he received, over two hundred people had already been injured.
If it continued to escalate, the casualties would definitely be terrifying.
Tonight, tens of thousands of Wizards had gathered here, and not a few of them didn't have Portkeys or couldn't Apparate.
Even if these Animals were dealt with, there would be even more troublesome things waiting afterward.
After all, creating this chaos couldn't be solely for the purpose of causing trouble for them; there must be a purpose.
"Yes!"
Hearing Rufus Scrimgeour say this, everyone responded in unison.
He was a truly battle-hardened Head of the Auror Office, having experienced countless battles, big and small, and was active on the front lines during the Wizarding War.
Therefore, his prestige was quite significant, and no one dared to refute him.
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
"Stupefy!"
Petrificus Totalus!"
"Diffindo!"
...
Dozens of colorful spells flew out, and a very robust magical Animal, resembling a rhinoceros, was instantly blown to pieces.
This was a Winged Serpent, a magical Animal with extremely high magic resistance.
In terms of pure resistance, it was even superior to a Dragon.
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Chapter 231: Umbridge's Ruined Career
"Rufus, quickly gather all the Aurors and Hit-Wizards, whether they are on duty at the Ministry of Magic or on vacation at home, make them all come here immediately."
Surrounded by more than a dozen Wizards, Fudge also arrived at the scene, standing in a relatively safe position, and angrily shouted at Rufus Scrimgeour.
The reason Fudge was so furious was that he knew that such an incident would surely brand him on the pillar of historical shame.
Because the Quidditch World Cup is a global competition, every ~ session is recorded.
For example, in the first Quidditch World Cup in 1473, when only European teams participated, the Flanders Team and the Transylvania Team used seven hundred types of fouls.
Then in 1809, the Killer Forest attack incident occurred.
1877 was also a very special year; no one remembered what happened at that Quidditch World Cup.
Everyone lost that part of their memory, so they had no choice but to hold it again the following year.
Almost all Quidditch enthusiasts know these events now.
This year, another one will be added: in 1994, on the last day of the Quidditch World Cup, a riot of Animalsoccurred, with an estimated death and injury toll exceeding five hundred.
Moreover, the British Ministry of Magic, including himself, the Minister, would be the laughingstock of the entire Wizarding World for a long time.
"Minister, this has already been announced. I believe they are already on their way."
Although Rufus Scrimgeour's tone was very respectful, he did not stop to look at Fudge throughout, walking straight past Fudge and the others.
He had risen step by step from the lowest Auror intern, and what he despised most were those politicians who only knew how to talk. It would be fine if they could be of some use.
For example, his Head of Department, Amelia Bones, he still respected her quite a bit, as she was very supportive of his work and treated her subordinates very well.
As for Fudge, Rufus Scrimgeour completely looked down on him. He had made no contribution to the Ministry of Magic, couldn't fight, and besides being good at making money, he only knew how to eliminate dissidents.
It had always been like this, just more discreetly done. After taking office, he hadn't even bothered to hide it these past few years.
He truly wondered what benefits those who voted for Fudge initially had received.
Now, besides shouting here, he was utterly useless.
If he were in his position, he should now be looking for other Ministers for magic to ask them to help deal with this crisis together.
As long as the problem could be solved, what was a little loss of face?
As for notifying other personnel in the Auror Office, did he still need Fudge's guidance for that?
He had already notified them the moment the incident occurred.
In the wizard mailbox, the Aurors and Hit-Wizards under his jurisdiction all had their own dedicated channels.
He had also used this to send out notifications. It must be said that with the wizard mailbox, communication had become much more convenient.
However, even if he notified them, they wouldn't arrive that quickly.
Those at the Ministry of Magic were better off; there were still a few Portkeys available there.
As for those at home, they had to find the nearest Apparition points to the Quidditch World Cup stadium themselves.
These Portkeys were fixed with magic and Alchemy; after each transfer, they would return to their previous location after a few seconds.
Those outside who ran Portkey transfer businesses generally followed this model.
However, Ethan and the others' Portkeys did not have this function; they moved with the Wizard.
As for those who were already at the venue watching the Quidditch World Cup, a portion of them had already gathered around him after being contacted.
Otherwise, how could Rufus Scrimgeour, who had already returned to his tent to rest, have temporarily assembled this team to rush over?
"Minister, look at him!"
Before Fudge could say anything, the pink toad next to him hopped anxiously.
One hand pointed at the departing Rufus Scrimgeour, her mouth trembling with anger.
She looked as if she was about to speak up for Fudge and scold Rufus Scrimgeour.
"Umbridge, forget it!"
Fudge didn't even look at Umbridge, only staring at Rufus Scrimgeour's receding back, wondering what he was thinking.
"But, Minister, Scrimgeour simply doesn't respect you."
Umbridge glared fiercely at Rufus Scrimgeour's back, as if she would pounce and bite Rufus Scrimgeour if Fudgegave the order.
"Has his attitude towards me not always been like this?"
Fudge spoke calmly, but there was a hint of displeasure in his tone.
In the Ministry of Magic, there were quite a few who disliked him as Minister.
Fudge had always known this, and some of them even supported Dumbledore becoming the Minister for Magic.
Regardless of which faction, to ensure his position was stable enough, Fudge had no choice but to remove them.
Yet, even so, some people in certain positions were difficult to move.
Without a proper reason, even if he was the Minister for Magic, he couldn't shake the other party, and it might even backfire if not handled well.
Now, perhaps it was an opportunity.
The safety and defense of this venue were Rufus Scrimgeour's responsibility.
Now that such a big incident had occurred, should he bear the blame?
If this operation was handled well, not only could he get rid of the disobedient Rufus Scrimgeour, but he might also be able to snatch the Auror Office from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
This was the most powerful force in the Ministry of Magic.
This power should be in the hands of himself, the Minister.
Thinking of this, Fudge stood in place and chuckled, as if his success in ousting Rufus Scrimgeour and taking control of the Auror Office was imminent.
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted near Fudge's ear, pulling him back to reality.
But then, a great force came from behind him, pushing him forward two steps, causing him to stumble.
Before Fudge could turn around to see which damned person dared to push him, his vision was covered by a colorful mass.
What is it?
Before Fudge could voice his question, everything went black, and he knew nothing more.
But while Fudge had fallen, the scene became even more chaotic.
Because the thing wrapped around Fudge's head was a Winged Serpent, the mascot of the Haitian team, an XXXXX-rated Animal that feeds on brains.
Everyone was at a loss for what to do for a moment, as this thing was not large, and if they attacked rashly, Fudge, the Minister, would certainly be caught in the crossfire.
If left unchecked, Fudge's brain would probably be eaten in a few seconds.
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"Minister, I didn't mean to, really!"
Umbridge retreated with a tear-streaked face, terrified that the Winged Serpent, having eaten Fudge's brain, would target her instead.
Umbridge did not regret her instinctive action just now; faced with that red-eyed Winged Serpent charging over, if she hadn't pushed Fudge, would she have gone herself? Would she still be alive?
Now, the only thing she needed to think about was how to shift the blame.
Causing the death of a Minister for Magic, even if not the killer but merely an assist, was no small crime.
"Use Petrificus Totalus to petrify the Minister and the Winged Serpent together, then take them to the Ministry of Magic to resolve."
One of Fudge's followers immediately offered a suggestion.
Those who followed Fudge were naturally of his faction; if the Minister for Magic were replaced, it would significantly impact them.
At this moment, they naturally had to try everything to save Fudge's life first. As for Umbridge, they would settle accounts with her later.
Led by this Wizard, more than ten people stepped forward together.
Several others stood by, on alert.
After all, no one knew by what means these Animalsmight suddenly appear beside them. Fudge, the cautionary tale, was lying on the ground, having his brains sucked by a Winged Serpent.
"Petrificus Totalus!"
...
More than a dozen gray-white spells struck the colorful Winged Serpent.
From its initial lack of reaction, its body gradually turned gray-white, until it completely stopped moving, but its teeth remained deeply embedded in Fudge's head.
Fudge himself was petrified along with the Winged Serpent, becoming a conjoined stone sculpture lying on the ground.
They had anticipated this outcome, as the Winged Serpent's mouth was biting Fudge's head, so petrification would certainly affect him to some extent.
The Winged Serpent's magic resistance was high, requiring multiple spells to be effective, but Fudge did not possess such magic resistance.
So many Petrificus Totalus spells, even if a tiny bit missed, would be enough to petrify Fudge.
At the same time, there was another benefit: as long as Fudge wasn't bitten to death on the spot, petrifying him would fix his life state, preventing him from dying for a short period.
So, looking at the two conjoined stone sculptures, everyone except Umbridge breathed a sigh of relief.
The reason for their immediate success was also due to these Wizards genuinely wanting to save Fudge, hence their full power in casting the spells.
Of course, the Winged Serpent losing its sanity under the influence of the Berserker Potion was also a factor.
Otherwise, the Winged Serpent would have flown away with Fudge before they could even discuss a plan, finding a quiet place to enjoy its meal.
Don't let the Winged Serpent's small size fool you; its carrying capacity is quite strong.
Moreover, its speed is extremely fast. If it flew away with Fudge, these people wouldn't even be able to chase it, let alone hit it with spells.
However, there was still a problem before them: what to do with these two conjoined stone sculptures now?
In this state, even a slight external impact could cause irreparable damage to them.
Using a Portkey to leave while carrying the statue-like Fudge was also difficult to manage. This involved spatial transfer, with some instability, and if anything went wrong, they couldn't bear the responsibility.
But if they stayed here, Animals could come over at any time, and any bump or knock would also be unacceptable.
Chapter 232: Internal Strife
Due to Fudge's collapse, the news, once spread by the few Wizards around him via wizard mailbox, instantly caused an uproar.
The personnel of British Ministry of Magic, needless to say, had to rush over. After all, if the Minister died here, they would not only have lost all face but also their very foundation.
Other countries' Wizards, upon hearing this news, also gathered and rushed towards the scene.
Especially those from the Bulgaria Ministry of Magic; they had been sitting with Fudge during the finals and were subtly mocked by him during the award ceremony.
Now, with such a good opportunity, wouldn't it be worth it to go watch the excitement, after coming all this way?
Immediately, while spreading the news, a large number of Ministry of Magic officials gathered, discussing the matter loudly as they rushed towards the location.
Even the Wizard who orchestrated this chaos and had been observing from the shadows was dumbfounded, never expecting such a good outcome.
A Minister for Magic, whether he had kicked the bucket or not, was a colossal event.
He immediately began contacting his associates via wizard mailbox, telling them to start their actions early. This opportunity needed to be seized.
"They're here!"
He sensed over a hundred magical energies suddenly appearing around his tent.
Undoubtedly, these were Wizards who had scouted the location beforehand and were now using Apparition to arrive, with him as their target.
The wizard mailbox on the coffee table began to flash continuously, and Ethan knew without looking that it must be the Wizards he had controlled with the Imperius Curse transmitting information.
After picking it up and putting it away, Ethan also left the tent.
At this moment, these people were no longer hiding, but stood clearly divided into more than a dozen groups in various directions around the tent.
Some groups had as few as five or six people, while others had more than ten, and all of them had used various means to cover their faces.
While staring intently at Ethan, they also watched each other warily.
They had long been aware of each other's existence, and many had even communicated with other groups.
The current commotion was the result of several groups working together, but even so, they did not trust each other.
However, to their surprise, when Ethan came out and saw their groups, he showed no signs of nervousness or fear.
Was his psychological fortitude that good?
"With so many of you, how exactly will I divide these Galleons?"
"Who gets more? Who gets less?"
"And who among you is planning to eliminate the others and take everything for themselves?"
Upon hearing Ethan's words, everyone's gaze changed, and many of the wands originally pointed at Ethan were now aimed at other groups.
Originally, many of them intended to keep all the spoils for themselves. With so many people having put in so much effort, was it reasonable to have to share some with the others?
And those who had initially intended to get a share, after all, ten million Galleons, even if they only got a few hundred thousand Galleons, and then divided it among their team, it would still be enough to live lavishly for decades without running out.
But seeing this situation, they quietly shifted their wands' targets.
After all, Ethan was just one person and hadn't tried to escape, so in their eyes, he was already a sure thing.
Conversely, the most threatening individuals now were their own counterparts.
"Ethan Adrien, stop with the useless talk. First, hand over all the Galleons, then tell us how you correctly predicted the winning team."
Just as these groups were suspicious of each other, a black-robed Wizard with some graying hair stepped out from a group of over ten people.
It was true that everyone would fight over these Galleons later, but that would only happen after the Galleons were secured.
Although most of the Wizards here had been drawn away, there were still some remaining.
And they must have reported the situation here. A moment's thought would reveal that their group was the culprit behind the chaos, and once the authorities recovered, they certainly wouldn't let it go, especially Great Britain.
After all, if they remained indifferent after the Ministerwas incapacitated, they would probably be too ashamed to show their faces in public again.
For now, it was best to get the Galleons first. Even if they were surrounded and had to flee later, they would surely be able to take some with them.
Also, he just had a bad feeling; the plan was going too smoothly.
The boy's demeanor was too calm; there might be a trick involved.
"Alright, you want Galleons? Here you go!"
With that, Ethan directly pulled a dragon-hide pouch from his Wizard robe pocket and, in front of all the Wizards, tossed it into the air.
Just as a Wizard was about to rush forward to snatch it, the dragon-hide pouch exploded with a bang, and then a golden rain began to fall from the sky.
Accompanied by continuous clinking sounds, the entire ground became glittering gold, appearing dazzling and eye-catching under the firelight.
The Wizards who had originally been hiding in the shadows observing Ethan's situation unconsciously stepped out.
Who could resist the temptation of so many Galleons!
"You!"
The leading Wizard immediately raised his wand and pointed it at Ethan. This scene was a slap in his face!
He told him to hand them over, and this was how he handed them over?
With so many Galleons scattered everywhere, one could imagine how fierce the battle would be later, and trying to collect them while being wary of others would undoubtedly take a lot of time.
Even trying to count how many Galleons there were would not be an easy task, especially in such an environment.
"What do you mean, 'You!'? They've already started grabbing the Galleons, don't you want any?"
Ethan smiled and pointed in several directions, where people were secretly using magic to collect the glittering Galleons on the ground.
They opened their pockets, and using magic like a dragon drawing water, an endless stream of Galleons flowed into their pockets.
It was just unknown what they would think if they discovered these Galleons were fake.
While waiting bored in the tent earlier, Ethan had used chocolate shavings to transform into these Galleons; Ethan didn't know the exact quantity.
Anyway, all the chocolate Ethan had brought, the uneaten portions, had just been magically turned into shavings and then transformed into these Galleons.
The reason for this extra step was that Transfigurationhad its own rules.
Transfiguration cannot change quantity.
If Ethan had honestly handed over the Galleons, they would undoubtedly have corresponding detection methods.
But now, everyone was busy grabbing Galleons here, and every second delayed was a loss, so who would spend their time detecting?
Any detection would only happen after the Galleons on the ground were all snatched up.
But by then, it was likely that others would also be eyeing the Galleons snatched by others.
It was impossible to calm down and detect!
Once chaos began, it wouldn't be so easy to quell.
And indeed, just as Ethan had thought, the Wizard who had just been pointing at Ethan and preparing to act now couldn't care less about that...
The only reason they came was for wealth.
Watching the Wizards scrambling to collect Galleons on the ground, Ethan smiled mockingly and said:
"Telling you the method to win every bet is useless; you can't learn it. This is the ability of prophecy, it's innate. I can see the outcome of every match, do you have this ability?"
Saying this was also fine; at least Ethan did know about the major events that had occurred in Great Britain in recent years.
Of course, the premise was that the plot didn't change too much.
Upon hearing Ethan say he had the ability of prophecy, these Wizards grabbing Galleons merely looked up at Ethan for a moment, then continued their work.
Prophecy was not too rare an ability; every country had such talents, but they were mostly chaotic, completely unable to control which future scene they would see.
And the most famous one among them, who also used prophecy best, was still imprisoned in Nurmengard.
They somewhat believed Ethan's claim of having prophetic abilities; otherwise, it would be difficult to explain everything.
After all, this year's Quidditch World Cup wasn't simply about which team was stronger and betting on them would be a sure win; there were too many uncertain factors.
As for luck, that was even more impossible. One or two matches could be attributed to luck, but so many matches in a row? Are you telling me that's luck?
Before long, the scattered Galleons around were almost completely cleared, and the distance between these Wizards was constantly closing.
And their goal was very clear: the pile of Galleons in the middle, like a small mountain.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
...
Only the night sky, illuminated by a few surrounding torches, suddenly shone with a sickly green light, which was quite frightening.
At least the Wizards who were originally grabbing Galleons stopped their actions at this moment, drawing out their wands and adopting defensive stances.
The pockets containing Galleons, which they had been holding, were also directly thrown onto the ground.
Compared to Galleons, life was more precious at this moment; the Avada Kedavra Curse was not something to be trifled with.
Ethan took everything in, as two small teams had just clashed.
Neither side spoke, but merely looked at each other with reddened eyes, then immediately cast the Avada KedavraCurse, their goal quite clear: kill the opponent and snatch the Galleons from their hands.
During the brief exchange of several Avada KedavraCurses, three Wizards fell.
Feeling that the time was ripe, Ethan directly activated the 'nails' he had planted earlier using the Imperius Curse.
More than thirty people directly attacked without hesitation, and various spells erupted in different places.
Suddenly, the entire scene exploded, as if someone was setting off fireworks there.
Some who were not controlled, seeing their companions attack, though still unclear about the situation and why they were going now, could only follow suit.
At this point, all the small groups were inevitably drawn into the fray.
Those who were constantly monitoring the situation here also promptly reported the situation.
At the same time, the crowd, already envious and greedy for the Galleons here, was constantly approaching, hoping to find some big fish in such a chaotic environment.
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Chapter 233: Arriving Spectators
"Raglan, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to that boy."
Receiving the report from below, Rufus Scrimgeourquickly made a decision.
Chaos had just broken out here, and a battle erupted on the other side.
The goal was clearly to seize the Galleons that Ethan Adrien, that boy, had won through gambling at this Quidditch World Cup.
Connecting the chaos here with that matter, it was easy to get the answer.
It was that group of people who created the chaos to lure them over, all to get Ethan Adrien's Galleons.
This was to facilitate their actions.
Even if they didn't cause it, this matter had to be pinned on them.
With such a big incident happening, in addition to someone needing to take responsibility, capturing the culprits was equally important, especially since Fudge, that good-for-nothing, had fallen.
For the sake of the British Ministry of Magic's reputation, they would have to fabricate a culprit if necessary, let alone this group of people jumping out at this moment.
The opportunity was even better, as they had actually turned on each other over the Galleons.
Here, it must be said that Ethan Adrien, that boy, did a good job.
Otherwise, taking down such a large number of Wizards would truly not be a simple matter.
"Alright, you go. Amelia and I will handle this here."
Raglan Grover naturally had no reason to refuse.
He also wanted to salvage some of the British Ministry of Magic's reputation; what was lost was not just one person's, but the face of the entire Ministry of Magic, the entire Great Britain Wizarding World.
The only way to salvage some of it was to catch the culprits.
The situation here was now barely under control, and a few fewer people wouldn't matter.
"Good, I'll leave this to you."
"I'm taking all the Aurors; the Hit-Wizards will be under your command, Amelia."
Rufus Scrimgeour looked at Amelia Bones and quickly made his decision.
Although Hit-Wizards and Aurors were both under the jurisdiction of the Auror Office and both engaged in combating and apprehending criminals.
However, compared to Hit-Wizards, the selection of Aurors was much stricter, and Aurors also had a so-called probationary period, requiring step-by-step guidance and inheritance from experienced Aurors.
In terms of strength, Hit-Wizards were still quite a bit behind Aurors.
It was like the difference between Muggle SWAT and police officers at a police station.
"Leave them to Raglan to command; I'll go with you!"
Although Amelia Bones did not rise from the lowest ranks of Aurors, she had experienced the Wizarding War and had good strength.
She was also not a timid or cowardly person; what kind of leader would she be if she sent her subordinates while she hid behind?
Moreover, facing the desperate individuals who had caused such a riot, it was indeed necessary to bring the elite Aurors.
To avoid unnecessary casualties, she also didn't want to attend the funeral of any unfortunate subordinate.
"Kelson, David, assemble the team. We are going to the residential area of District Three."
Seeing this, Rufus Scrimgeour did not object and immediately instructed his two group leaders.
Subordinates should not contradict their superiors.
While the team was assembling, Rufus Scrimgeourcontinued to help them suppress the rioting Animals.
The pressure now is not so great.
This is mainly due to the arrival of Raglan Grover and the downfall of Fudge.
Raglan Grover, the Head of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, left immediately after watching yesterday's Quidditch World Cup.
During his break, he visited his old friend Newt, mainly to discuss the revised edition of "fantastic beasts and where to find them."
Upon receiving the report, he rushed over at the first opportunity, not only notifying the members of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures to come but also bringing Newt with him.
Facing the Animals that had been given a rage potion, Newt, though unable to achieve much with his affinity, still found his experience useful.
Don't let him being alone fool you; his efficiency in controlling Animals was higher than an entire team of others.
The members of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures who arrived were also much more experienced in dealing with these Animals than the members of the Auror Office under his command.
After all, his team was specifically for dealing with Wizards; it wasn't that they couldn't handle Animals, but using Wizard-focused methods against Animals was a bit disadvantageous.
Now that professionals were on the scene, the pressure was significantly reduced.
And Fudge's downfall had an even greater effect; originally, there was considerable danger here, and no Wizard wanted to get involved in this mess.
It wasn't their business, so why do something thankless when no one asked them to act?
But Fudge's downfall was different: his head was bitten by a Winged Serpent, and both were petrified together.
Who wouldn't want to witness such a rare event, seen perhaps once in a thousand years?
Especially given Fudge's status, even more people wanted to see it.
It's like, if an ordinary person makes a fool of themselves, and a person who is usually high and mighty makes a fool of themselves, who would you rather see?
As for the danger, couldn't they just go together? If that useless Fudge dared to run over there, why wouldn't we?
Especially other Ministry of Magic members, led by their respective Ministers, ran incredibly fast.
They were afraid they would arrive too late and miss the petrified statue of Fudge and the Winged Serpent linked together.
However, they did indeed witness the spectacle and were quite amused.
Many even recorded the scene; they could completely use this to mock Fudge for the rest of his life.
But they were also asked by Amelia Bones, the second-in-command of the British Ministry of Magic, to resolve this chaos, and she even brought up that among the injured, there were not only Great Britain Wizards but also people from various countries.
They simply couldn't refuse such a request.
If they dared to say "no" at this moment, tomorrow's newspapers from various countries would surely spew out vitriol about them.
With such a large group of Wizards acting, although they didn't resolve the chaos immediately, they did manage to contain the rampaging Animals.
Preventing them from spreading to other areas.
Of course, this was also related to them having consumed the rage potion; they now had almost no rationality whatsoever.
In their frenzy, they only wanted to attack everything they saw.
Even when at a disadvantage, their minds were so consumed by rage that they didn't even think of escaping.
Otherwise, they would have long since vanished, especially those with the ability to fly.
For example, Dragons, Thunderbirds, and Winged Serpents.
Once they were determined to escape, these Wizards would have no way to stop all of them; at most, they could only selectively bring down a few.
If that were the case, it is estimated that for a long time to come, this large area would certainly induce many horror legends among Muggles.
There were also some humanoid creatures, whose behavior was less affected by the rage potion, allowing them to maintain basic rationality.
Such as Leprechauns and Veela.
It's just that the Veela were chasing the Leprechauns, and now they've all disappeared.
As for this situation, no one is paying attention now, because although they caused a lot of commotion and set fire to many tents.
But they wouldn't actively attack those Wizards; at most, it would just be accidental injury.
After Rufus Scrimgeour, in cooperation with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, dealt with an Australian Opaleye, his two team leaders had already gathered the Aurors present.
There were only just over twenty people in total; Aurors were simply not numerous, and some were not here.
After Rufus Scrimgeour explained the objective to everyone, he and Amelia Bones Apparated together to the location.
Ethan, who was originally enjoying the massive brawl, also noticed the frequent "crack" "crack" sounds outside.
Ethan observed out of the corner of his eye that Amelia Bones and Rufus Scrimgeour had both arrived.
By this point, Ethan was just about ready to make his move.
Ethan could have acted immediately when the Wizards intending to snatch the Galleons first appeared.
Not to mention there were many inside agents; as long as they attacked their companions by surprise, a large portion, 613, would instantly die, and then the remaining number might not even be more than those controlled by Ethan.
Even without internal betrayal, it wouldn't take Ethan much time to deal with them.
But simply dealing with them wouldn't maximize their usefulness.
The nearby spectators weren't quite high-ranking enough; there needed to be Ministry of Magic personnel with some status present.
To let them see Ethan's strength and know his power.
And then spread this scene.
The most suitable audience were those from the Auror Office; they were the frontline personnel.
There were benefits to doing this; back at the Wizarding Tournament, Ethan had indeed performed well, but he had only shown off a Fiendfyre Curse.
He hadn't truly demonstrated himself in actual combat.
The Wizarding World prioritizes strength; as long as you are strong, you will have no shortage of supporters.
Whether it was Grindelwald or Dumbledore, or Lord Voldemort in earlier years.
They only gained so-called charisma and followers after possessing powerful, overwhelming Wizarding strength.
Everything must be built upon strength.
Ethan wanted to become Minister for Magic after graduation without taking detours, which required the support of many people, and powerful strength was the easiest way to gain others' support.
Especially after Lord Voldemort's resurrection caused war, and Dumbledore locked himself away at Hogwarts, the Wizarding World urgently needed a strong person to lead them against Lord Voldemort.
At that time, these Aurors might recall this scene.
It's just, with the resurrection stone taken by himself, he wonders if Dumbledore will still go offline so easily.
It was only considering this maximization of usefulness that Ethan delayed for a bit.
Letting them fight among themselves, letting the Ministry of Magic think they had seized an opportunity and rush over.
Although exposing some of his strength might cause suspicion among many high-ranking Ministry of Magicofficials, overall, the benefits were greater.
Chapter 234: Red Dragon
"Atmospheric Charm!"
In an instant, the bright night sky became overcast, and silver lightning snakes danced in the black clouds.
Ethan learned the Weather Charm from Cassandra, but with his lightning affinity, he learned the magic incredibly fast.
Later, with the cooperation of a Thunderbird, he easily mastered it to full level, and controlling it became second nature.
This sudden change naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Rufus Scrimgeour and his team, who were just about to find a suitable opportunity to enter the fray, immediately froze in place.
He didn't know who cast this spell, but judging by the scale, he could get a sense of the caster's power.
It was undeniably powerful; the range of this Weather Charm had already extended to their location.
The lightning snakes flickering within it were terrifying to the extreme; once they struck, the power they would contain was unimaginable.
Facing such a spell and a Wizard of such caliber, he dared not joke with the lives of his subordinates.
Rufus Scrimgeour dared not move, but these Wizards, their eyes red with bloodlust, had no such concerns.
They were only surprised by this Weather Charm for a moment; after all, Weather Charms were notoriously difficult to control, and now that the fight had escalated to this point, it was no longer the organized group combat from the beginning. Everyone was scattered everywhere, making it difficult to avoid friendly fire. Who were you trying to strike?
"Mjölnir!"
In an instant, a deafening thunderclap simultaneously echoed in everyone's ears, and blinding blue light illuminated the entire night sky.
Before they could even comprehend what was happening, a lightning hammer with a diameter of over fifty meters crashed down.
With Ethan as the radius, the ground to the southwest violently exploded in the blinding blue light, and countless scattered lightning snakes spread outwards.
When the lightning faded, this area had become a scorched earth, with nothing left but wisps of smoke rising from the blackened, slightly sunken ground.
"Gulp!"
A Wizard standing beside the massive crater swallowed hard, his legs trembling as he wanted to leave.
The other Wizards were no better off; none of them had any interest in infighting anymore, all turning their gaze towards Ethan.
Unlike Rufus Scrimgeour, who was further away, even during the battle just now, their senses were still quite acute to the outside world, as an unexpected spell nearby could easily take their lives; in combat, they had no choice but to be cautious.
As a result, not a few people heard Ethan utter the incantation.
Many also realized why Ethan had been so calm since his appearance.
It turned out he possessed such power.
But if he had such power, why would he give out the Galleons?
And if you had shown it from the beginning, wouldn't all this have been avoided?
It was still the Wizard who had first asked Ethan to hand over the Galleons, though he was much more disheveled now.
He also realized that if he didn't leave now, he truly wouldn't be able to; not only was that brat Ethan Adrienquite troublesome, but the Ministry of Magic personnel outside had also arrived.
He immediately prepared to Apparate away.
Boom!
A silver lightning snake flashed across; before he could even Apparate, he spat out a mouthful of black smoke and collapsed.
Ethan had been constantly monitoring the situation here; how could he let them escape?
This scene immediately stunned those who had originally been planning some small moves.
This Weather Charm, struck so precisely?
Generally, not many people learned Weather Charms, mainly because the spell was very mana-intensive and difficult to control.
Basically, in combat, one could only designate an area and let the lightning bombard it indiscriminately.
"Head Bones, you can come over!"
Seeing that everyone had been stunned by him, Ethan then shouted loudly to the Ministry of Magic personnel in the distance.
Naturally, killing everyone outright was not as useful as handing over some of them to the Ministry of Magic.
Ethan wanted to be Minister for Magic, not the Dark Lord; why act so bloodthirsty?
As for the hammer strike before, it was out of necessity; he believed they could understand.
"Amelia, let's go over~"
Rufus Scrimgeour was the first to speak; he had figured out that the spell just now was probably cast by Ethan.
Didn't you see that almost all the Wizards over there were now staring at that brat Ethan Adrien?
This indicated that the greatest danger to them right now was that brat; otherwise, such a situation would simply not occur.
But did this brat really possess such power?
Rufus Scrimgeour felt it was somewhat unbelievable; even he couldn't cast a Weather Charm of such a scale, and that spell just now was even unheard of.
If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to block it.
The Shield Charm, under such an assault, simply couldn't provide a very good defensive effect.
In other words, if he faced this brat, he would also be instantly defeated in one move.
Thinking of this, Rufus Scrimgeour felt as if his decades of life had been wasted.
He couldn't even defeat a brat who had only been in school for three years.
"Okay!"
Amelia Bones also came to her senses and walked towards Ethan with Rufus Scrimgeour.
She had known for a long time that Ethan was a genius, from various sources of news, and from what her niece told her at home, but she never expected him to have such strength.
This was no longer just a genius; he had clearly transformed his talent into strength and was already a formidable individual.
In time, possessing strength like Dumbledore and becoming a benchmark in the Wizarding World was merely a matter of time!
When Ethan received the Merlin Order Second Class badge at the Ministry of Magic, inviting him to be a guest at the Bones family seemed like a joke, but it also held a hint of seriousness.
After returning home, she also told her niece, Susan, about this, asking Susan to build a good relationship with Ethan and invite him to be a guest at the Bones Family.
It would be even better if the two could develop something, but if not, it didn't matter; just maintaining a good relationship was enough.
However, later, Susan tearfully told her that she didn't know how to strike up a conversation, and Ethan also seemed uninterested in her, leading to the two having no interaction whatsoever.
At this, Amelia Bones could only give up.
But now, she truly wished to say it again: her niece was truly useless!
Look at the Worre Family's daughter; she managed to hook up quite successfully.
Even a Witch born to Muggles had a very good relationship with Ethan, but it didn't work out with her own niece.
Immediately, she decided that after returning, she would urge her again to act quickly.
On the other side, the Wizards who had been stunned by Ethan were neither blind nor deaf, and naturally noticed the movements of Ethan and the Auror unit.
Now, they truly couldn't stand still.
Originally, the situation was already disadvantageous enough for them, and now so many Aurors were coming?
If they didn't find a way to escape, these people would probably be imprisoned in Azkaban until they died.
Such a huge commotion had been caused during this Quidditch World Cup, with hundreds of casualties, and Minister Fudge's whereabouts were unknown.
With these charges alone, being sentenced to death was not impossible.
"Avada Kedavra!"
A pale green ray of light shone exceptionally brightly in the dark night sky, reaching Ethan in the blink of an eye.
Once the first one acted, there was naturally a second.
In an instant, green light simultaneously illuminated from all directions around Ethan.
The one who had just tried to Apparate away had already proven their fate; this kid wouldn't let them escape safely.
Although a significant portion would surely escape if everyone used it together, no one could be certain if they would be among those who escaped.
So, to leave, it was better to deal with this obstacle first.
Under Avada Kedavra, all living beings are equal; as long as you are grazed even slightly, it will take your life, regardless of how strong you are.
"Adrian!"
Amelia Bones and the others, who were rushing over, naturally saw this scene and immediately cried out in alarm.
In her opinion, this situation was almost unsolvable.
Ethan, facing the sky full of green light, appeared indifferent, but a thick black mist emanated from his body.
Even within this space filled with green light, it was still so striking.
Just looking at it for a moment made one feel uncomfortable, as if their entire being was enveloped by negative emotions.
Just as the pale green light was about to strike Ethan, a red wing with thick and enormous scales extended from the void, enveloping Ethan and securely wrapping around him.
This sudden change startled everyone, including Amelia Bones, who had already Apparated ahead.
Looking upwards along the red scales, this was a colossal creature, judging by some physiological characteristics.
Is this a Dragon?
And how could there be such a massive Dragon?
As they wondered, dozens of Avada Kedavra spells had already struck the red wing that enveloped Ethan.
The giant red scales continuously flickered with green light, but no matter how many attacks it endured, it remained standing there.
This was not the five-headed Dragon, but the red Dragonthat Ethan had improved and could be split.
Of course, Ethan could also summon five Dragons simultaneously now, one of each color.
But there was really no need; one red Dragon was enough.
"Roar!"
The enormous Dragon's roar caused the surrounding Wizards to painfully cover their ears, unable to make any other movements.
Some more skilled Wizards knew to cast a spell to block out the sound for themselves at this moment.
But in that short time, Ethan had already ascended to the top of the red Dragon's head.
Then, a huge gust of wind pressure came, forcing many Wizards to bend down.
Their peripheral vision still stared intently at this colossal red creature, and after it ascended into the sky, they finally understood: with a body length exceeding sixty meters, was this a Dragon?
Ethan had long been prepared for their resistance. The reason he had Amelia Bones and the others come over just now was, firstly, to create an image that he was not someone who would resort to extreme measures.
Secondly, it was to provoke them into acting again.
After all, many of the surviving Wizards were still controlled by his Imperio.
If they fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't Ethan's abuse of the Three Unforgivable Cursesbe exposed?
This was not something Ethan wanted to see; for the sake of his plan, he had no choice but to let them die.
Moreover, the person who first used the Three Unforgivable Curses just now was controlled by Ethan's Imperio.
If they didn't use the Three Unforgivable Curses against him, how could Ethan justify another killing spree?
Under the horrified gazes of everyone, the Dragon, which had flown high into the sky, suddenly descended from the heavens like a falling meteor, with even fiery red flames appearing on its body.
Seeing this terrifying scene, some people immediately wanted to take out their Portkeys and flee.
They didn't care about using Portkeys to take other teammates with them; after all, being able to save their own lives was good enough. As for companions, at most, they would go back and help take care of their wives and daughters.
But Ethan was constantly watching their small movements, and bolts of lightning struck down from the sky.
In an instant, a dozen or so people directly turned into charred remains and fell.
These people couldn't each have a Portkey; these things were not easy to make. Even the British Ministry of Magiconly made over two hundred of them in a year for use here.
Just then, the adorable Star Flying Strike also arrived, accompanied by a "boom," and everyone felt the ground shake violently.
Even the ground beneath their feet showed signs of cracking.
The center point where the red Dragon landed directly sank by several inches, shrouded in a layer of white mist, with hot, thick red liquid flowing nearby.
Suddenly, a giant Dragon claw emerged from the white mist and slammed down towards a Wizard nearby.
"Protego!"
"Protego!"
"Protego Maxima!"
"Thunderbolt Explosion!"
"Powdered Bone!"
"Crucio!"
...
One spell after another was unleashed.
Unfortunately, those colorful spells exploded on the red Dragon's body, only blasting off a few scales, but they quickly healed.
Compared to Avada Kedavra, they had some effect, but not much.
And these protective spells were even more useless; with continuous "crack, crack" sounds, the blue barrier, on which so much hope had been placed, did not even provide the slightest obstruction.
This fiery red Dragon claw, as if piercing through a piece of paper, easily broke through all barriers, and then, with a splat, directly flattened several Wizards into meat paste.
Then, the huge Dragon head suddenly swooped down, and scorching flames spewed from its mouth, turning everything around into scorched earth.
Immediately, some Wizards couldn't stand the situation anymore and dropped their wands, indicating their pure surrender.
After all, surrendering didn't necessarily mean death; going to Azkaban to face the Dementors was much better than fighting this monster.
Avada Kedavra was ineffective, and other offensive spells were also ineffective, yet the opponent could cause casualties with just a casual movement.
Furthermore, those who used Portkeys were wiped out, and there was no time to Apparate. How could they still fight?