This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Oxford Street Police Station Office.

"What? The British Museum was attacked by terrorists?"

Kyle, who answered the alarm call, had a ridiculous face, "Sir, today is not April Fool's Day."

"I'm not kidding! I'm in the cafe across the street from the museum. Just now--'bang'--"

A loud noise came from the microphone, followed by rapid breathing.

"Damn! They blew up the roof!"

Kyle finally realized the seriousness of the matter, "Sir, please take refuge in a safe place first, we will arrive at the scene soon."

Kyle hung up the phone and immediately picked up the gun on the table.

"Jon, you go and inform the chief! Everyone else follow me!"

The six police officers on duty got into two police cars and rushed to the scene from Oxford Street.

The chief of the London Metropolitan Police was awakened by a phone call in his sleep.

The British Museum was attacked by terrorists?

His reaction was the same as Kyle's, thinking that this was a joke played by a brave subordinate in the middle of the night.

"Mr. Chief, Sheriff Kyle has led a team to the scene!"

The other party's hurried tone really didn't sound like a joke.

The chief shook his head, got out of bed and went to the living room to turn on the TV.

British reporters really ran very fast, and many TV stations have already started live reports.

Although the live broadcast picture was not particularly clear, the billowing black smoke in the sky could be seen from several streets away.

"Dear, what happened?" The chief's wife rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room.

"I have to go out for a while." He hurriedly turned off the TV, "Don't worry, I will be back soon."

Dare to carry out a terrorist attack in London, and the target is the British Museum. Those gangsters are simply tired of living.

The chief walked out of the house quickly, got into the car and pressed the intercom,

"Emergency call! The British Museum is under terrorist attack! The enemy's firepower is very strong! Repeat, the enemy's firepower is very strong!"

He stepped on the accelerator hard.

"Attention, all units! Put down your work immediately and rush to support! I repeat, put down your work immediately and rush to support!"

The speeding car quickly drove into Great Russell Street, and black smoke was indeed rising from the top of the magnificent Greek Revival building in the distance.

The chief arrived at the scene almost at the same time as the police cars from all over London.

Kyle, who had been waiting for a long time, walked quickly from the main entrance of the museum and briefly introduced the situation to them.

The number of bandits is still unclear, but judging from the power of the explosives, there should be at least a small team.

"What about the surveillance inside the museum?"

"There is serious interference and it cannot be used normally. The security guards inside have been evacuated in advance."

The chief put his hand on his shoulder, "Well done, Sheriff."

Kyle was more serious than ever, "This is what I should do, Mr. Chief."

At this moment, the smoking roof of the museum exploded again.

The police officers protected the chief.

"Notify the Air Service!"

The amount of explosives carried by the bandits was obviously beyond his imagination, and it is estimated that the firepower of the guns would not be much lower.

The chief held a megaphone in his hand, staring at the reporters who were desperately rushing here, and then signaled the police not to follow him.

He walked to the main entrance of the museum alone.

"Listen, people inside, I am from the Metropolitan Police Department of London--"

He was answered by another explosion.

The stone pillars on the front of the building have cracked, and I am afraid that they will break completely after a few more explosions.

"Listen, people inside! We will meet all your demands!

As long as you stop the action immediately! I can guarantee that there will be no strong attack!"

As for whether it is true, we have to wait until the gangsters inside are stabilized.

But nearly 1 minute later, the only answer he got was the fire spreading from the roof.

"Damn it!" The chief cursed angrily and looked at the police officer who shook his head at him.

The Air Service Regiment is the British Special Air Service Regiment, which is the SAS where Eric was before he retired.

They are the world's first regular special operations force, specializing in counter-terrorism and special operations.

Even if the gangsters are unwilling to cooperate, they have to delay as much time as possible.

"Listen, people inside! We come here with sincerity!"

Inside the museum,

Peter Pettigrew, who was fleeing frantically, ran behind a clay tablet full of words.

"Da Da Da--" The orichalcum bullets of the gun blade instantly swept the clay tablet into pieces.

The next second, two red magic beams shot towards him.

With a "bang", a big hole was punched in the floor where he was standing.

The ancient artifacts with broken glass covers around him fell down with them.

Peter Pettigrew in mid-air turned back into a human, waved his wand and cast a blasting spell at the hole above.

"All spells end--" Two light blue magic beams extinguished the explosion.

Immediately afterwards, a figure jumped down the hole, passed through the thick smoke and fell to the ground.

"Thunderbolt--"

"Expelliarmus!"

Before Peter Pettigrew could cast the blasting spell, he was knocked behind him along with his wand.

Vincent walked towards him slowly, "I finally got the chance."

Three exhibition halls were blown up, two roofs were blown off, and countless ancient artifacts were destroyed, and only then did Wells's wand fly away.

The commotion was so loud, and the police outside were still delaying time through the loudspeaker. It seemed that the Muggle anti-terrorist forces and the Ministry of Magic personnel would arrive soon.

Peter Pettigrew, who had lost his wand, kept pushing back. When he knocked over a large exquisite ceramic vase, Vincent suddenly lost his focus.

He took the opportunity to turn into a mouse and tried to escape, but he was hit by more than a dozen magic beams and embedded in a mural.

Hermione, who had a hole in the mural, breathed a sigh of relief.

If he escaped again, the entire museum would be gone.

After Vincent confirmed that the mouse in the mural was completely knocked unconscious, he squatted in front of the broken vase fragments.

This is Yuan blue and white porcelain, there are only about 300 pieces in the world.

And it is half the size of a person, a real national treasure, and it was knocked over by Peter Pettigrew.

"Huh?" Vincent was stunned and looked at the other cultural relics scattered around.

Fake, all fake.

If it weren't for the fact that the black magic used to eliminate the traces was exactly the same as his own, he would never have discovered that these cultural relics were transformed by the fake Transfiguration.

If the technique is exactly the same...

Vincent stood up and looked at his watch.

5:33.

The regret on his face disappeared completely, and he walked over to pick up Wells's wand, then came to the bottom of the hole and stretched out his hand to Hermione.

"We should go."

After catching her, Vincent went back to dig Peter Pettigrew out of the mural.

"How do we leave?"

"Use the time converter. The people from the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes will probably be here soon. They will follow the traces of Apparition to find us."

Hermione rotated the hourglass twice, and Vincent secretly turned it one more time.

Shortly after the two people and the mouse disappeared, the fully armed air crew sneaked into the museum separately.

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