What Tierra thought of the Wizarding World War:

Row after row of uniform wizards stood beside the Strait of Dover with wands slung around their waists, stern faces, waiting for an order from the general headquarters, and immediately changed shape and flew to the opposite shore.

The entire wizard army was well-organized and had a clear division of labor. In a very short period of time, they respectively controlled the daily necessities factory of the British Federation of Magic, residential areas, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts and the former headquarters of the Ministry of Magic, and then dispatched a group of people who were proficient in rituals. The magicians jointly built a huge ceremony, through which a large amount of gold coins hidden in the nine underground floors of the former Ministry of Magic were carried away through a large ceremony or with countless traceless extension boxes.

But in fact-

On the clearing on the cliff near the sea in the Strait of Dover, one tent after another was pulled up in vain, surrounding seven or eight piles of bonfires scattered throughout the clearing on the cliff, forming a scattered and irregular camp. Of course, the current camp next to the Dover Strait is far less lively than the Quidditch camp that Tierra went to with Harry, Weasley and others when she was just in the fourth grade. The camp of the odd World Cup.

But even so, there is still a lot of people here, there are constant hustle and bustle, joking with each other, drinking music, laughing, and cursing, accompanied by the heat of the campfire slowly floating up into the sky, but there is no sound above the camp. In the distance, the hot air and noisy voices seemed to be blocked by some invisible barrier. Looking inside from the invisible barrier, except for the sound of the wind, the sound of the waves, and the grass and trees under the night Beyond the blurred outline of the cliff and the cliff, there was nothing to be heard or anything else to be seen.

"Let them see the love and tenderness in my heart?" Tierra was suspended in the sky above the cliff, condescendingly staring at the magic coalition army distribution center on the cliff, looking at the wizards from all over the world who were as small as ants, as if All the protection spells released by those Auror elites, the safe guarding spells, the ear plug listening spells and the impenetrable spells are just toilet paper, and Tierra easily sees through them.

Tierra looked down at the bustling Magic United Army, which looked like a market, and then shook his head helplessly: "There is no organization and no discipline. It's no wonder that the saints of Grindelwald could easily wipe out the whole of Europe."

"It's no wonder." Tierra looked up at the sky with her hands behind her hands, "Back then, a single Voldemort was able to sweep the entire British wizarding world, beating the entire British Ministry of Magic helplessly, even if the Death Eaters were more organized than this gang Auror wizards are infinitely better."

"However, all of this will end tonight...soon...soon..." Tierra, who was suspended above the sky, smiled strangely, "the new Order will soon be established."

 …

"On the night of the full moon tonight, a curfew will be imposed. Please return to your homes after 6:30 p.m. Please close the doors and windows, and draw the curtains. No one is allowed to go out, open the doors and windows, or draw Open the curtains!"

Before night fell, Tierra's voice came from Diagon Alley, and Tierra appeared one after another, leading teams of Aurors walking through the streets and alleys of Diagon Alley and the former Knockturn Alley Inside, shop after shop was searched, the guests were dispersed, and they were asked to close their doors to thank them and go home as soon as possible.

At the same time, several other teams of Tierra also brought Auror wizards to appear in the residences of various wizards, urging those wizards to close the doors and windows, and even draw the curtains.

Everyone seems to be accustomed to this matter. Although the wizards who were forced to go home, and the merchants who had to close their doors to thank customers because of Tierra's order, they complained and cursed, they did not show any resistance. Do as Tierra said, after all, this is not the first time this kind of thing happened—

On the night of the full moon last month, there was also a curfew on the grounds that they were afraid of werewolves hurting people.

But of course, last month's curfew was not implemented by Tierra, but was spontaneously promoted and carried out by some diehards in the magic world.

Although many people in the British magic circle are dissatisfied with Tierra's policy of absorbing werewolf wizards, but under the cover of Tierra's powerful strength, the deal is done, the raw rice has been cooked, and they have no choice but to say What, so I can only pinch my nose to recognize it.

But of course, although most wizards in the magical world have recognized the status of werewolf wizards in the British magical world under the current rule of the Magic Federation, all kinds of hidden discrimination still exist—

On the night of the full moon last year, the curfew spontaneously organized by those stubborn old-fashioned elements was a big outbreak of this kind of implicit discrimination.

It's a curfew, it's more like a strike. Those stubborn wizards and the shops they control have not opened their doors since that morning. Hazard, seems to want to encourage others to strike together.

Of course, Tierra would not allow such a thing—

Or he was already prepared.

At the moment when the group of wizards went on strike, Tierra immediately launched the "Management Measures for Stalls in Diagon Alley", and released a stall brigade composed of house elves and some goblins, scattered to every corner of Diagon Alley, Almost completely took over the functions of those strike shops.

The first strike of the diehards in the magic world was easily disintegrated by Tierra.

But this time it happened, with the gimmick of their strike a month ago, Tierra can trap all the wizards in their own homes this time, so as not to cause trouble for herself—

Didn't Dumbledore want me to show tenderness and love?

Then I show tenderness and love.

It's getting cold, the Magic United Army should go bankrupt.

 …

"Ah! Mention, Tierra!?" When Tierra rang the doorbell at Gate 15 of the Elephant Castle community on the south bank of the River Thames in London, Hermione who came to answer the doorbell yelled in surprise, "You, you ,How did you come?"

"Come in!" Hermione hurriedly stroked her broom-like messy hair, and then hid in the back door of her own house with some embarrassment—

Although it is already mid-August, the weather is still hot, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, so Hermione was dressed very simply, only wearing short sleeves and shorts, sweating profusely on her body—

Originally, Hermione thought it was because the neighbor's children came to play with her, or invited her parents to dinner, so she didn't pay much attention to the image, and opened the door directly in this home clothes, but she didn't expect to see Tierra as soon as she opened the door , which made Hermione's face flushed red with embarrassment.

"You don't need to go in." Tierra smiled politely, looking at the hall behind Hermione without looking sideways, "I'm here today just to remind one thing, no matter what happens tonight, don't go out, don't Open the windows, don't draw the curtains."

"W-why?" Hermione's expression changed suddenly.

"The war is about to start." Tierra said with a smile, "I'm going to deal with the Magic United Army tonight. In order to avoid accidental injury, I hope everyone stays at home."

"Is it that serious?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No, it's not serious." Tierra smiled and said, "It's Dumbledore who asked me to show tenderness and love."

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