France.

On a farm on the outskirts of Toulouse.

A girl about thirteen or fourteen years old was holding a magic wand and kept firing a disarming spell at a glass bottle that was used as a target on a wooden stand not far away.

The continuous release of magic obviously caused a lot of burden on the girl.

In addition, the temperature in the afternoon has increased.

So under the sunlight, the girl's forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.

Not far from her, No. 1 and Norton were quietly watching the girl's practice.

"What's the point of you doing this?"

Seeing that No. 1 was satisfied and nodded again and again, Norton said with some puzzlement, "Although this child has a talent with the blessing of 'Blood', it is too late, and there is no way to form combat power in a short period of time. of."

No. 1 said without looking back:

"So what? Sometimes we can't do things from a purely utilitarian perspective, after all, we're humans, not machines. True, as you say, this kid's talent isn't enough to make her feel good about us. How much help the business provides.

But at least, her smile is cute, isn't it? "

No. 1's voice is gentle and warm, making people feel like a spring breeze is blowing their faces.

However, when Norton heard this, there was a serious look on his face.

He took a few quick steps and stopped in front of No. 1, and said word by word:

"I hope you can understand that she is not our mother!"

No. 1's eyes were forced to shift to Norton.

The two looked at each other quietly, and after a long time, No. 1 sighed:

"I think you have misunderstood. However, that's okay, since you have said so, let's talk about business. The mediation meeting that the International Federation of Wizards is conducting should already have preliminary results, right? "

As soon as No. 1 finished speaking, a wizard shrouded in black robes appeared beside the two of them out of thin air.

With both hands, he respectfully held a roll of parchment over.

No. 1 took the parchment, just took a few glances and threw it to Norton, saying:

"They failed. They failed completely. It looks like you have to die."

Norton was not even interested in taking a look at the parchment, and said directly:

"It was in my expectation. How could the idiots of the French Ministry of Magic be the opponents of Link Foley and Dumbledore. It's normal to lose, but I didn't expect it to be so fast. According to the time estimate, this should only be the first day's meeting, and the meeting did not last for less than two hours, right?"

"The old folks from the International Confederation of Wizards are also idiots. Probably in their opinion, the power of the French Ministry of Magic is not the same dimension as the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China, right? They prefer the Ministry of Magic of the Kingdom of China, Xiang Lin It's right for K. Foley to show affection, since weak countries don't have diplomacy, it's just that the scene is a bit ugly."

"Indeed, understandable, but what makes me more concerned is, what are you going to do next?"

"I said it just now, you should be damned."

"No problem, I should have died a long time ago, but I don't want any more casualties for Beauxbatons' teachers and students. They have shed enough blood for our cause."

"I can assure you that I won't force or induce them to die. As for whether they will throw themselves into the fire because they are too excited, that's what you need to do."

"Thank you, your guarantee is enough."

Norton let out a long sigh. At this moment, the tensed muscles gradually loosened up. The heart that had been hanging on him for a long time could finally be let go.

At the same time, the black-robed wizard who came to deliver the letter to No. 1 took out a bottle of potion and poured it in without hesitation.

His figure gradually became distorted, and finally, became Norton's appearance.

"Do I look like me?"

A hoarse voice came from the mouth of the black robe 'Norton'.

Zhen Norton rubbed his chin and looked at him for a while before he nodded and said:

"It doesn't look like much of a problem on the outside, but the voice and demeanor are a little strange. Don't talk or delay when you're in action for a while, just do things directly."

The black-robed 'Norton' nodded and disappeared instantly after pressing the door key in his hand.

"Okay, I should go too."

Seeing this, Zhen Norton said to No. 1, "If you don't go back, those students will be crazy again."

"Are you going to use Norton's identity to go back?"

"Of course not, this time I will become Norton's son, the little Norton, to take over the original Norton's position at Beauxbatons. This will make my power and prestige lessened, but in the 'old Norton' In terms of face, there shouldn't be much of a problem."

"You can handle it yourself, I'm just asking casually."

"No one dares to lie to you, at least I don't, so I think it's better to make things clear to you. Using the identity of Little Norton is purely because I'm used to the name Norton and don't want to change it. You know, change Identity does a lot of damage to my spirit. After all, my soul is inherently crippled, and it’s easy to get a disease. What kind of disease is that? Oh yes, schizophrenia…”

No. 1 did not respond to Norton's thoughts.

When he thinks about it, it's all Norton's over-excited performance after hearing that he won't attack Beauxbatons again.

Of course, the more important reason is that.

The girl not far away has completed her training and is running towards this side.

The sun shone on her long black hair, exuding a soft halo, making the smiling and jogging girl look like an angel.

Looking at this scene, the corner of No. 1's mouth also outlined an imperceptible smile.

"It's really a waste of you to use 'blood' on her. She doesn't have the talent for fighting. At least she really has no talent for shooting accuracy. Did you notice that the ten targets just now, she has no talent at all. But it took nearly 30 Disarming Charms to hit all of them, and it is very difficult for Beauxbatons to get an excellent grade in the OWL Charms Practical Exam."

Norton's slightly mocking voice sounded again.

The smile on No. 1's mouth disappeared instantly when he heard that, he turned his head sharply to look at Norton's location, but Norton disappeared as soon as he finished speaking with the blessing of the Apparition Charm.

This made No. 1 press his lips tightly.

The girl not far away apparently heard what Norton just said, and her footsteps stopped abruptly.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Master, I embarrassed you, it's me who is useless."

The girl lowered her head and choked with red eyes.

"No, it's not your fault." No. 1 put on a warm smile again, "Your level is already good, that guy Norton is just slandering you."

"But Professor Norton is the acting principal of Beauxbatons. He should be the best professor in the world, right?"

"The best professor? Just him? Ha! My good boy, I'm glad you're telling jokes to make me laugh. But you really don't need to take his words to heart, because Norton, he's just a Third-rate professors have no teaching ability at all."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. You know, Norton went to Hogwarts to apply for a position as a professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts when he was young. Guess how the headmaster of Hogwarts at the time replied to him?"

"That must be a warm welcome. After all, Professor Norton is so kind and powerful."

"On the contrary, the principal rejected him. And although his words were euphemistic, his attitude was very firm!"

"Why? Professor Norton is so good!"

"That's naturally because the principal... He's scared! To be more precise, it's them, they're all scared to death! They're scared of Norton! Hahahaha!"

No. 1 was talking, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Under the girl's incomprehensible gaze, he laughed so frantically that... tears kept falling.

at the same time.

Inside the hall of the French Ministry of Magic.

The flow of people is constantly pouring into the central hall from the passages at the entrances of various divisions, and then passing through the automatic checkpoints at the end of the halls and diverting to various departments.

This is a far more efficient personnel flow system than the Ministry of Magic.

It is precisely this structure that makes the flow of people surging in the entire hall even in the afternoon, far exceeding the peak commute time when the Ministry of Magic has the highest density of people in the country.

This is just the norm at the French Ministry of Magic.

Thanks to the complete and prosperous commercial system of Lionheart Street, the French Ministry of Magic will never be short of businessmen who want to apply for business activities, as well as tourists from various countries who come to apply for visa procedures and want to visit the French magic circle. .

The black-robed Norton suddenly appeared in a small teleportation channel of the French Ministry of Magic.

This is a special teleportation channel for port keys.

Therefore, the flow of people is less than other channels, but it is still permanently unbearable.

The black-robed Norton was rushed to the central hall of the French Ministry of Magic under the wrapping of the crowd.

Here, his head-covering and face-masking style did not attract much attention.

As a culturally open France, there are many people with more exotic clothes than him.

Even in formal and serious occasions like the French Ministry of Magic.

On the contrary, it was only after he took the initiative to stop his pace that he attracted everyone's attention.

The flow of people in the central hall is really too large.

This is like a crowded highway. Every 'vehicle' must strictly abide by the traffic order to ensure the smoothness and efficiency of the passage.

At this moment, the sudden stop of Norton in the black robe is obviously a violation.

This can cause road congestion.

Sure enough, after a while, many people around him who had to slow down because of the black robe Norton cast angry glances at him.

A small number of those with a big temper have even started yelling.

I believe that if the hall was not too crowded, they would definitely rush over to give Norton the black robe a few times to let him know the importance of obeying traffic rules.

However, in the face of so much malice and dissatisfaction, Norton the Black Robe didn't care.

He stood firmly like a beacon among the waves of people, raised his head slightly, and stared at the constellation pattern drawn on the ceiling of the dome, and the badge of the French Ministry of Magic hanging a little further away.

The Valley is different from other Ministry of Magic badges.

The coat of arms of the French Ministry of Magic has a different kind of beauty.

It uses the famous French tricolor as the background color, and it is matched with iconic patterns such as the hat badge and the Phrygian hat, which together form a beautiful scene - from a distance, it seems that there is a beautiful girl watching. French tricolor flag.

The meaning represented by this pattern is freedom, equality, and fraternity.

This is also the philosophy that the French Ministry of Magic was adhering to when it was founded.

Staring at this badge, the black robe Norton sighed deeply, and then took off the hood that was used to cover his face.

The next moment, the scolding, complaining, and dissatisfaction that surrounded him disappeared instantly.

Everyone stared blankly at his exposed face.

"Professor Norton? Is that you?"

"You must be right? Professor Norton! It's great to see you here!"

"Oh! Merlin! Please forgive me, I just insulted a hero, I'm so **** good!"

"Professor Norton, my child goes to Beauxbatons! How is he doing?"

"What nonsense are you talking about! Professor Norton, come here, take my place, there are few people ahead of me!"

……

The crowd is surging!

Everyone was struggling to get closer to Norton.

It seems that there is a holy light around Norton, and the closer the person is to Norton, the more they can bathe in this holy light and enjoy great glory.

In fact it is.

Although Norton's previous revenge plan against Gringotts and Hogwarts failed, this did not prevent French wizards from respecting others.

From the perspective of French wizards, Norton is a real hero!

In the face of such favor, the black robe Norton could only keep smiling and nodding.

In the end, he was quickly pushed to the front of the team by the surging and enthusiastic crowd.

The few people who were originally in the front row rushed to give up their positions, wanting to let Norton go first.

During the whole process, no one objected, no one complained, and no one asked Norton why he came here.

Everyone just looked at Norton with eager eyes. Even the receptionist sitting near the checkpoint and the patrolling batters stood up straight and looked at the black-robed Norton respectfully.

It stands to reason that in such an atmosphere, Norton, as a hero, should start talking.

This is what everyone wants.

They are eager to hear the voice of the hero Norton, even if it is just a meaningless rant.

This can make their sad and low emotions become exciting again.

Norton obviously heard the voices of the people around him.

He opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to speak.

However, in the end, as if he had remembered something, he closed his mouth again.

Black-robed Norton smiled apologetically at everyone, then took out his wand, used the wand as a pen and magic as ink, and began to draw in the air:

I'm guilty

I will be punished

Give back my blood and bones to the land that raised me

But the French magic world is innocent

Beauxbatons acquitted

Please don't punish them

All the sins are on me

……

The glowing text gradually lifted into the sky under the control of Norton in the black robe, and enlarged, and finally hung under the badge of the French Ministry of Magic and projected into everyone's eyes.

And just when everyone was looking at the text, puzzled.

The black-robed Norton smiled and pressed the tip of his staff to his chin.

Boom—

The red light appeared!

Black-robed Norton's head exploded instantly.

The red and white liquid splashed all over the people around.

It also splashed onto the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic.

The liquid dripped down the cheek of the **** the badge, like a tear of blood!

And as the headless corpse of the black-robed Norton fell down, the crowd stirred up again.

Screams and cries resounded throughout the hall.

The people who were splattered with blood were desperately trying to escape, but the crowd outside was madly trying to move towards the direction of the black-robed Norton's body.

Under the pressure of the two sides, many were directly drowned in the surging crowd.

A stampede tragedy is about to unfold.

"Stop for me!"

A terrifying and violent cry resembling a dragon's roar suddenly sounded.

The chaotic crowd didn't know if it was frightened, but it was miraculously quiet, and looked at the place where the sound came from.

It was three Aurors in uniform.

They looked young, like fresh graduates from Beauxbatons.

"Professor Norton, he died for us!"

The young man in the middle roared with red eyes, "We have failed the mediation meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards! Those despicable **** from the Ministry of Magic, they want us to hand over Professor Norton, they want us to Lose our dignity!

wake up! everyone!

Our ministers, our officials, are simply unreliable!

They only safeguard their own interests!

They have colluded with the Ministry of Magic and the International Federation of Wizards and Wizards, and have already sold our lives, dignity and wealth together with Professor Norton!

In their eyes, we are just a group of livestock to take and take!

What a sad fate!

What a dirty world!

Me, never come again! "

The crowd in the hall silently looked at the three young Aurors.

Many people's hearts are full of doubts.

Because honestly, people have feelings for the French Ministry of Magic.

For so many years, the wizards living in this land have been under the protection of the French Ministry of Magic.

Generally speaking, although the minister and the group of officials have poor personal morals, the work is still being completed~lightnovelpub.net~ Not to mention that the French Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more prosperous under their leadership.

So when many people hear these words, their first reaction is to question them.

It's a pity that their questioning voices never had the chance to speak to those three young Aurors.

Because at the next moment, the three young Aurors pressed their wands against their chins.

"No, children, no..."

An old woman screamed and squeezed towards the checkpoint, waving her arms vigorously, as if trying to stop all this.

But what responded to her were the bright smiles on the faces of the young Aurors, and the sound of three consecutive explosions.

Three more headless corpses fell.

But this is just the beginning.

The receptionist at the checkpoint, the patrolling batter...

Almost all the employees of the French Ministry of Magic raised their wands.

bang bang bang...

The blood in the hall gradually became thicker.

Warm black-red blood spread from under the dozen corpses.

It stained the smooth floor of the French Ministry of Magic hall.

It also dyed the eyes of everyone in the hall red.

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