curse the world at hogwarts

The world is full of strange things, and the magical world cannot be alone.

Even a weird organization like the "Centa Girl Rights Concern Association" can exist, not to mention the Veela tribe that is characterized by its unparalleled beauty...really, tenderness...occasionally.

In the next few days, a large number of strange wizards appeared in Hogsmeade, holding signs and banners condemning Rhine and demanding that the school deal with him seriously.

"Saint Clan's Evil Night"?

Except for a few historians of magic who were on good terms with Professor Binns, no one cared about the lives of those high-ranking pure-blooded men.

"The crowd...ahem...the power of the witches is great!"

Rhine sighed, and then became helpless.

"It's also pretty stupid."

Before going to the World Cup, he had predicted his next situation countless times, but none of them were related to the current situation.

There is no way, his brain circuit is completely different from others.

Of course, society doesn't care about the life and death of the pure-blood faction, but the top brass are already having a falling out.

It is said that Mr. Selwyn, who has "retired" since the night of Black Widow's jump, spurted a mouthful of old blood because of the headline of the "Daily Prophet".

Therefore, although Scrimgeour was very angry, he still kept his moral promise with Rhine.

Although when the field of thorns disappeared, they were also scared out of their wits when they found those purebloods lying limply on the ground crying, as if they had all been ruined in a short period of time.

too frightening.

The backbone who represented most of the strength of the pure-blood die-hard faction just lost its power.

So vicious.

The only thing more terrifying than taking away the magic power of a person who relies on his magical blood is probably to make Voldemort, who thinks he is extraordinary, die like an ordinary mortal...

"Where Fudge is, I'll cover it for you."

Scrimgeour, who had been busy all night without rest, had dark circles under his eyes, and said to Rhine while drinking the coffee brought by Alice.

"Now, Fudge is convening an emergency meeting to confirm the Field of Thorns as a brand new black wizard crisis."

"Mrs. Burns has also rushed back to the ministry. Before leaving, let me tell you..."

"Be careful in the future."

Once it is classified as a crisis, a corresponding response mechanism will be established, and not only some members of the Auror Office will be dispatched.

Neither Amelia nor Scrimgeour believed that Rhine could escape safely.

Rhine nodded and accepted Scrimgeour's kindness again.

Logically speaking, Cornelius Fudge should really want to suppress this matter, hide it in a corner that no one knows about, and continue to whitewash the peace of the magical world.

But it involved the survival of the pure-blood saints, and he couldn't ignore it the same way he dealt with Dumbledore.

The pure-blood faction is not as shameless as Old Boss Deng.

"Don't worry, it's not as easy as you think... the price is too high."

As Rhine said, he showed Scrimgeour his pale face after sleeping all night but still not fully recovered.

At least before the confrontation with Voldemort, Rhine did not intend to use the power of Maleficent, otherwise it would easily increase the opponent's defensiveness.

If it weren't for the good opportunity to do the job, Rhine wouldn't have rashly come up with the ability to keep the bottom of the box.

At this point, the twists and turns of the World Cup come to an end.

But Scrimgeour, who was full of curiosity, finally failed to bear the cold and indifferent face of the outside world, and poked his head into the cabin where Rhine lived in a funny way.

"Is it in there?"

"I'll just take a look..."

"No no no no!"

Rhine pushed the old guy out of the door in disgust, and followed his words to lead the matter in the Thorn Field to a non-existent "person".

"Who is it?"

Before being pushed out of the door, Scrimgeour was still unwilling to give in.

"Um……"

Rhine thought for a while and finally gave an ambiguous answer.

"It's just what you imagined."

"Bang-!"

The car door closed in front of him, leaving Scrimgeour lost in thought.

"Could it be that...this kid really has an unknown teacher?"

"Reasonable...reasonable..."

While muttering to himself, Scrimgeour slowly left the vicinity of the RV, completely unaware of the pairs of eavesdropping ears on the other side.

There is a teacher in Rhine!

The one who killed most of the pure-blood saints with one strike last night!

This news quickly spread within the Third Front and fell into everyone's ears.

Needless to say, the red-headed brothers made great contributions and were suppressed by their father himself.

"Don't say what you shouldn't say!"

Mr. Weasley severely criticized his sons for being nosy and spreading gossip. After repeatedly confirming that it would not continue to spread, he nodded with satisfaction and left, finding his dog father who was helping him debug the flight engine.

"I'm telling you, their source is..."

Within a day, Rhine's mysterious aura skyrocketed again.

When he set off to go home, he felt quite satisfied as he looked at everyone who was trying their best to perform Yun Danfengqing but still couldn't help but cast inquisitive glances.

what?

Reshape the tall image?

Take back control?

Think more.

He simply wanted to show off in front of his companions...

Beep~~~

……

Summer vacation time flies by quickly, and everything about the World Cup is also fermenting quickly.

Rhine received hundreds of letters cursing him to become a Veela ration in his next life, and was also listed on the inquiry notice of the International Federation of Wizards' Special Veela Affairs Committee, and then wiped his ass with it.

It was not that he was not interested in attending the inquiry meeting, but that Dumbledore was afraid that he would come out of the cage again, so he used his status as the chief wizard of the Federation to forcefully cancel the inquiry meeting.

On the other side, the gloomy and gloomy pure-blood saints had to accept the reality and decided to... headed by Flint... the pure-blood faction called them "victims", the Ministry of Magic called them "suspects", Abandoned by what the wizarding world calls "artificial squibs".

But Selwyn, who came out of the mountain again, understood something more or less, and through his connections, he changed the place where these people were imprisoned, avoiding Azkaban where they would have originally gone.

Artificial squibs can't survive in Azkaban.

"When the hurricane passes, only the grass will survive!"

Old Selwyn let out a sad sigh as he bid farewell to these young people for whom he had given high hopes.

It was the scorching hot summer, but he felt something that a pure-blood saint had never felt before...

Bitter cold.

"Go and gather the rest of us!"

"We need to talk about supplementing manpower."

Selwyn knew very well that without enough personnel to supplement, today would be the beginning of the complete severance of magical pure blood.

"correct."

"The focus is on Mr. Greengrass and... Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Parkinson."

The attendants on the side were shocked.

Forget about Greengrass, he is somewhat involved in the core interests of the pure-blood faction and has quite a say.

But Malfoy and Parkinson?

When did the master call them "sir"?

Selwyn felt bitter, but Selwyn didn't say anything.

After Flint and others were wiped out, these two useless snacks really became the only remaining fruits. Who can reason with them?

"so far so good……"

He couldn't help comforting himself.

"Although these two are a bit useless, Draco and Pansy look quite smart..."

"My pure-blooded saint clan still has great hope!"

Selwyn didn't know that it was these two "promising" little clever ghosts...

Sweeping the pure-blood saints into the trash can.