The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Over the past three days, ordinary wizards in the magical world have been in a panic.

Because of the high profile of the German Ministry of Magic, a large number of wizards flocked to Germany.

And it's not just dark wizards among them.

Grindelwald's ideas are completely beneficial to wizards.

What the wizarding world lacks the least is wizards who look down on Muggles and think they are superior.

These people gathered together are a formidable force.

Everyone had a premonition that the real war was about to begin.

The people in the British Ministry of Magic were the most worried.

There is Mo Bai's oppression outside, and Voldemort is causing trouble inside the country.

Werewolves, vampires, giants, and, Dementors.

Voldemort kidnapped these Azkaban guards under the pretext of letting them enjoy themselves, and now the Ministry of Magic has to send people to stand guard in the prison.

As for advanced magic like the Patronus Charm, not many people are good at it, even among Aurors.

Internal and external troubles almost brought the wizards of the Ministry of Magic to the brink of collapse.

Even more devastated was Scrimgeour.

He was the only one who knew where Hermione had gone.

But she disappeared for three days, and these three days made him restless.

He was not worried that Hermione would be attacked by people from the German Ministry of Magic. If the British Minister of Magic was captured or even killed by the German Ministry of Magic, the German Ministry of Magic would definitely announce it to the world given the current situation.

He was more afraid of...

I won’t be deceived by these two young lovers, right?

Is all this Mo Bai's conspiracy? He wants to use him as an insider to make Hermione the Minister of Magic, and then use the German Ministry of Magic to start a war?

And now that the situation is settled, Hermione elopes with him?

Scrimgeour suddenly felt that the future was bleak.

If this were really the case, he would be the eternal sinner of the British Ministry of Magic, no, the entire wizarding world.

Nurmengard on the other side.

Hermione looked at Mo Bai reluctantly.

Mo Bai hooked her nose and said, "You should go back. If you, the Minister of Magic, disappear for three days and no one knows about it, Scrimgeour will probably go crazy."

"She probably thought you were a little devil who ran off with a big devil like me."

Hermione chuckled.

"Isn't that right?"

Mo Bai also laughed.

"You go be your Minister of Magic, and I'll be my Big Devil."

Hermione frowned.

"What are you going to do? You're like this now, even I can't beat you."

"My Hermione, there are few people who can beat you now."

"Me," Mo Bai stretched.

"As a wizard who looks down on ordinary people, I am prepared to massacre a village."

Hermione's eyes widened.

When Hermione returned to the Ministry of Magic, the first thing she saw was Scrimgeour, who was looking sad.

Thinking of Mo Bai's words, she suddenly laughed out loud.

Hearing the laughter, Scrimgeour turned around suddenly and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hermione.

"You, did this trip go smoothly?"

"That went very smoothly," Hermione said, sitting back at her desk. "Show me the Auror deployment map."

Scrimgeour moved quickly, and Hermione looked at the map.

"Send someone to this town in half an hour."

Scrimgeour looked at the place she pointed at, with a complicated expression.

It was an ordinary small town in the suburbs, inhabited only by Muggles.

It was obvious that Mo Bai was going to attack here.

If I had sent someone earlier...

Hermione glanced at him.

"If you want our colleagues to have casualties, you can send people earlier."

Scrimgeour looked up suddenly.

"You're reading my mind?"

There is an unwritten rule in the Ministry of Magic that colleagues cannot use telepathy at will.

Because no one knows who will receive what secret mission.

This is considered a leak of secrets. The offender will be dismissed from his post at the least serious, and will be sent directly to Azkaban at the most serious.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Do you need Legilimency? Your thoughts are written all over your face."

"Just do as I say."

At the same time, Mo Bai returned to the manor.

Cynthia, who had been guarding at the stairs on the third floor, was the first to notice Mo Bai's return.

Her face was full of surprise, "Master, you are back."

"What are you doing here?"

"Because the master said that the third floor is a restricted area. I was afraid that these disobedient people would sneak in while you were away, so I have been guarding here."

Mo Bai looked at her.

"Thank you for your hard work, but there's no need. I have put restrictions on the third floor, so they can't get in..."

"It is my honor to serve the Lord."

Cynthia's eyes were burning.

Mo Bai glanced at her and said, "Get everyone here."

When facing them again, Mo Bai found that everyone looked at her with even deeper fear.

His eyes swept over the bare wrist of one of them, which was bandaged with gauze.

"Cynthia, what's going on?"

"My Lord, Mond spoke rudely to you while you were away. I am only punishing him on your behalf."

Mo Bai glanced at her and smiled.

"How could you do this to one of our people? Where's the hand?"

"it's here."

She took out a severed hand from her magic bag. In the space where time stood still, blood was even flowing from the cross-section of the severed hand.

"Go, use the spell I taught you to connect him."

"But," Cynthia lowered her head, "I'm not yet proficient in healing."

"go with!"

Although Mo Bai had a smile on his face, his voice was much deeper.

Cynthia shook instinctively, slowly walked to Mond and glared at him.

"arm!"

Mond glanced at Mo Bai and raised his arms tremblingly.

The wound under the gauze had almost healed. Cynthia frowned slightly and drew her sword again.

"what!!!"

As the man screamed, the healed wound was cut open and she pressed the severed hand directly on it.

A faint green light slowly emerged from the other hand, covering the interface.

The man's voice was distorted due to the pain, but he dared not move under Mo Bai's gaze.

After an unknown amount of time, the green light dissipated, and Cynthia's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

"I've finished."

Monte covered his wrist with his hands, trembling, and was surprised to find that although it was extremely painful, it was actually connected.

"Our power is not to be used against our compatriots," Mo Bai slowly stood up.

“It should be vented on the people it should be vented on.”

"Everyone, follow me."

Mo Bai pulled out his magic wand and drew a formation diagram in the air on the ground.

Everyone disappeared on the spot.

They appeared again in the suburbs, with a small town in front of them. They could see shadowy figures inside.

"It's a Muggle town. They are stupid and ignorant and are enjoying resources that don't belong to them."

"Now, it's time to let these Muggles know who should own this world."

He floated up slowly, and black fog rose up, drifting over the town and blocking the sunlight.

"Let the world see the attitude of the Moying people."

The breeze blew up Mo Bai's black robe. He looked at them with a smile and pointed the magic wand in his hand at the town behind him.

"Kill them all."

Cynthia smiled, and her blue pupils flashed with blood.

"As you command, my lord."

When Scrimgeour led his team to the town, he looked at the scene before him with bloodshot eyes, which was like hell on earth.

All I could see were corpses and blood.

There was not a single living person in the entire town, and many of them were dismembered, with hideous expressions frozen on their faces.

Apparently, he was still alive when he was dismembered.

Above the town, a huge daffodil made of black fog lingered in the air.

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"What on earth is Mo Bai going to do!"

In the office, Scrimgeour slammed the file onto Hermione's desk, causing the photos to scatter.

When Hermione saw the photo, a trace of pity flashed across her eyes, but she still looked at Scrimgeour calmly.

"That's great. I was looking for you. The Muggle police will definitely need to verify the identities of these people. Please contact this person," she took out a person's information and put it on the table.

"You'll know what's going on when you see him."

Scrimgeour's eyes were filled with anger; the killing of innocent civilians had already touched his bottom line.

"You better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will drag you down even if I don't want to die!"

Hermione smiled.

At the Muggle police station, Scrimgeour met the person in the file.

It was a well-dressed man. He shook Scrimgeour's hand. "I am on the Queen's staff."

Scrimgeour paused.

The man took out a thick file and said, "This is the personnel information of today's massacre. We have kept it confidential from the public. I hope you can do the same."

Scrimgeour looked at him suspiciously and opened the file.

[George Hawke, 26 years old, was imprisoned in 1981 for raping and killing a minor...]

[John Charles, 30 years old, was imprisoned for multiple serial murders from 1985 to 1989...]

……

Scrimgeour flipped back rapidly, his surprise growing with each flip.

Everyone here is a serious criminal, no one is innocent.

Because there is no death penalty in the UK, these people were originally imprisoned.

This was all part of Mo Bai's plan.

What shocked him even more was that Mo Bai actually had a relationship with the queen?