Living peacefully at Hogwarts

Chapter 356 Resolution of the Magical Congress of America
The recognition ceremony of the Grindelwald family went quite smoothly.

Dumbledore couldn't help but shed two lines of blood and tears.

Put these aside for now.

Let us turn our attention to the "land of the free" tens of thousands of miles away.

America, Wyoming, a small town.

Under the night, more than a dozen Aurors surrounded the town, all of them with stern faces.

The first person looked at his team members and said in a deep voice.

"Gentlemen, are you ready?"

"Of course, boss, let's go and kill that son of a bitch!"

"Avenge Monroe!"

"eye for eye!"

This operation was very dangerous. Before them, dozens of fighters had already died in the mouth of monsters, and even the corpses could not be recovered.
To put it bluntly, they are already the last cards of the American Ministry of Magic.

Therefore, this action cannot be missed!

"let's go!"

The leading Auror had a serious face, holding a wand and taking the lead.

The dark wind blows, and the night owl cries.

There was no one on the street.

The small town that was a peaceful scene three days ago has now become a veritable "ghost town"!
And the culprit.

It was the monster who called himself the "Lord of Darkness"—Voldemort!

"Hehe, another group of Aurors who are not afraid of death."

In the darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes stared at every move of the team of Aurors.

He is about 1.4 meters tall, and his whole body is inflated, like a fully inflated balloon.

But if you look closely, it's not difficult to find that the body surface it supports is not covered with skin, but wriggling flesh and blood.

Flesh and blood make up countless twisted and painful fuzzy faces, which look extremely terrifying.

This is the Dark Lord, Voldemort, who completely gave up his human identity and focused on improving his strength!
"Master, isn't this just right?"

Peter was beside Voldemort, grinning darkly.

He had already changed into a clean outfit, but his sly look became more and more obvious.

When he came to this "land of dreams", he experienced happiness that he had never experienced in the past few decades.

Free America, kill every day.

Following behind Voldemort, he had picked up a lot of soup, and his days became more and more moist.

"The power to absorb this team of wizards is comparable to the hundreds of Muggles before."

In Voldemort's eyes, human life is no longer human life.

But a string of numbers.

A Muggle who can increase his strength by a thousandth.

A wizard can increase his strength by one percent.

Just like a human being never remembers how much bread he has eaten, since he opened his heart to kill, he has long forgotten how many people he has killed.

All he knew was that he was getting stronger and stronger, even faintly surpassing his previous peak.

Going on like this, even reaching the realm of Sauron is not impossible!
Voldemort simply loved those helpless Muggles and wizards rushing to their deaths.

"Master, after finishing this vote, we have to find the target again."

Peter had no doubts about Voldemort's power.

Without Sauron, without Dumbledore.

The Dark Lord is the master of this land!

But Peter was still a little worried.
He was worried that he and Voldemort would make too much noise and attract some real strong men.

If Dumbledore came across the sea, where else could they escape?

Far East?

Better not.

The magic of the East has a more profound background than that of the West. Voldemort and him may not get along as well as they do now.

To be content, to know how to cherish.

"we'll talk about it then."

Voldemort couldn't hear anything anymore.

Now in his eyes, only that team of Aurors, or those fresh flesh and blood!
"Be a part of me"

He muttered to himself and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

"Master, come on!"

Peter waved his fist exaggeratedly, hid in the corner, and watched Voldemort start another bloody feast.

Eat it!

The more he eats, the stronger Voldemort becomes, and the safer he is, Peter Perudi.

Gluttony is no longer a sin.

Gluttony is a virtue!
[Mysterious monsters are slaughtering again, and the magic world is in panic! 】

[What is our magic council doing!Who guarantees the safety of wizards? 】

[The International Union of Magic has officially raised the danger level of the American magic world, how should American wizards protect themselves! 】

It's messed up, it's all messed up.

The mysterious monster is like the sword of Damocles hanging over the head at all times, threatening everyone's life.

First Arizona, Colorado, then California, New Mexico, Wyoming.

Terror rages across the American West, but the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are often defeated.

no security.

There is no safety anywhere!
The monster didn't just kill wizards, it killed Muggles as well.

Or, to put it another way.

That monster will kill everyone he sees!

New York, Magical Congress of America (Ministry of Magic).

The Magical Congress of America is the main governing body of the magical society in the United States.Unlike the Muggle government of America, the Magical Congress of America is unicameral.

However, today the Magic Council had the biggest debate ever.

"We must admit that Congress is powerless to deal with that monster alone!"

"You mean, let's bow our heads to those damn Europeans? No, I don't agree!"

"Face! Face! Face! You know face! Go and see how much we have left to fight! What can we do if we don't ask for help from the International Union of Magic?"

"I believe that we, America, will get through this, God bless America!"

"Hahahaha, this is the funniest joke I've heard this year. You can kill monsters by sitting in your office and praying all day? Wake up! It's [-], not [-]!"

"Gentlemen, stop arguing, don't forget, this is Parliament"

"Go to your fucking parliament, a bunch of useless pigs!"

The Supreme Council is like a vegetable market, with all kinds of people.

Those who scold the street, those who are silent, those who look on with cold eyes, and those who speak passionately.

But those wizards in suits and leather shoes discussed for three hours, but still failed to come up with a set of definite and feasible solutions.

Support alone?

Ask for help from the International Union of Magic?
Nobody can make up their minds.

"enough!"

Finally, Samuel G. Kouhaug, the speaker of the council and the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, slapped the table.

"Stop arguing!"

Mr. Chairman is full of majesty. As soon as he spoke, he calmed down those wizards who were full of gunpowder.

"This is a major test for the wizarding world of America, even worse than the 'Bigfoot Rebellion' of [-].

I, Samuel G. Kouhaug, in the name of the chairman of the Magic Congress, announce that this matter will be handled by the International Union of Magic.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is no use praying, but war is justified.

This is a real war!

I'm done.

Who is for and who is against? "

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