Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 526 Chris's Turn
"That's enough! I'm not here to watch you smoke or listen to you talk!"

Scrimgeour, unable to bear it any longer, finally roared.

Upon hearing this, many ministers in the conference room showed sarcastic expressions, and Catherine Picquery even said sarcastically:

"Tsk tsk! That doesn't sound like a begging tone, Mr. Scrimgeour."

"That's it!"

The minister of Odailiya at the side also echoed, and then the middle-aged fat man looked at Catherine Picquery in a flattering manner, like a dog licking her.

Scrimgeour was so angry that he laughed.

Asking for help from the International Magical Confederation was embarrassing enough, but he didn't expect that these damn politicians would play Tai Chi with him. Not only did they delay his envoy for so long, but even when he personally arrived at the scene, they looked indifferent!

To be honest, Scrimgeour really wanted to teach these Ministers of Magic a lesson. Coming from the Auror Corps, he was confident that he could defeat all of them!

But in the end he still resisted the urge.

You must know that the situation in Ying Country has become increasingly serious. If things fall out here again, I won't have to hold my position as the Minister of Magic any longer. I'd better cut myself off from the people!
Seeing Scrimgeour's extremely angry look but unable to take any action, Catherine Picquery couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Her laughter was very light at first, but later it seemed as if she couldn't hold it back any longer and it became louder and louder.

As we all know, smiles are contagious.

In the end, most of the ministers in the conference room burst into laughter. The laughter was so loud that even the flames in the fireplace began to tremble.

And this fiercely burning flame just represents Scrimgeour's mood at the moment. He is about to lose his mind.

Fortunately, Catherine Picquery quickly stopped laughing and waved her hand to signal everyone to shut up.

After the meeting room quieted down again, Catherine Picquery slowly stood up from the soft chair, swayed to Scrimgeour and said:
"In fact, haven't we already told you the conditions? As long as you can accept them, we will immediately send the Auror troops to assist you in eliminating the rebellion."

"Bang! Are you negotiating? You're clearly robbing!"

It would have been fine if Picquery hadn't said this, but as soon as he said this, Scrimgeour immediately got angry, slammed the table, stood up, and yelled at Picquery condescendingly.

This is also a very normal reaction, because the conditions required by the International Magic Confederation represented by Picquari are really too much.

The other party not only asked Yingguo to provide a large amount of resource compensation and trade policy bias, but also listed a document called "Talent Attraction Plan" and asked Scrimgeour to sign it.

This document clearly states that for every student graduating from Hogwarts in the next ten years, the recommendation for employment abroad given by Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic will have the highest priority!
These conditions only apply to pure-blood nobles. As for those Muggles and half-blood wizards, they have no choice at all. If they do not go abroad to find employment, no unit in Ying Country will be allowed to recruit them.

This is simply a chronic poison!
You know, nowadays the most precious resource in the entire wizarding world is talent, and the International Magical Confederation is undoubtedly using the blood of Ying Country to subsidize other countries, and this subsidy will last for ten years!

Scrimgeour estimated that after these ten years, the entire Ministry of Magic would be basically finished. They simply could not support such a large organization relying solely on those pure-blood wizards.

This is undoubtedly something Scrimgeour absolutely cannot accept!
When facing Scrimgeour, Picquery looked up at him without any fear, and was not at all intimidated by the other party's condescending aura.

"Haha! It seems that you haven't realized the seriousness of the matter. In that case, then you can continue to think about it. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry."

After saying this, Picqueri turned around and went back to his sofa.

"You're not anxious? Are you trying to make me laugh? Haha! I have to say, you did succeed." A hint of sarcasm flashed across Scrimgeour's face. "Don't you know what the situation is like in your country of America? That vampire named Carlisle and that house-elf named Kled, the troubles provoked by these two guys don't seem to be much weaker than those in Ying Country, right? No! In a sense, the troubles over there should be even more serious. At least the ky people here are relatively mild and try not to use force, but it's different over there. Violence is something that has been deeply imprinted in the blood of those beasts!"

Picquery's steps suddenly stopped, which made Scrimgeour feel much better. He thought that what he said just now hit the other party's pain point.

But to Scrimgeour's surprise, Picquery turned around after a brief pause and slowly walked in front of him with a strange smile on his face.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I find that you really don't seem to understand us at all." Picquery said softly, "We are different from you. The cornerstone of MACUSA will always be us, the top wizards standing at the top of the pyramid. We exist only as long as MACUSA exists! As for other creatures, whether they are No-Maj wizards, vampires or those middle-class wizards who are treated as a class by others, they are just a group of inexhaustible fertilizers that provide nutrients for the United States. Do you think we would be anxious about a war between a group of fertilizers?"

After saying that, Picquery returned to his seat with a smile, and even blew a puff of smoke into Scrimgeour's face before leaving.

This made Scrimgeour feel humiliated, but reason still made him restrain himself and he could only clench his fists to vent his anger.

After this commotion, the meeting's progress returned to the starting point, and Scrimgeour realized that these Ministers of Magic were determined to take a big bite out of him this time!

Taking a deep breath, he almost decided to leave.

Scrimgeour is not a selfish person. Compared to exchanging the future of the Ministry of Magic for temporary stability, he would even rather be defeated by the resistance organization led by Mike.

At least this way, Yingguo still has a future!

Just when he was about to make up his mind, the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A brown-haired young man walked in slowly!
This shocked all the ministers in the conference room. Picquery even pointed the smoking pipe in his hand at the young man - it turned out to be a magic wand!
It is normal for them to have such a reaction. You have to know that this is Marijoa, the most mysterious and the most secure place in the International Confederation of Wizards!

But the other party appeared here without anyone noticing!

Just when the ministers were alert, they saw the brown-haired young man smiling and bowing to everyone:

"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Chris Flint, the current head of the Flint family!"

As soon as these words came out, Scrimgeour's eyes, which had been somewhat reddened by Picquery's stimulation, narrowed into slits.

As the Minister of Magic of the Kingdom of England, he naturally knew the surname Flint. At the same time, he was also very clear that the Flint family disappeared as soon as Voldemort officially returned, and took away many pure-blood families at the same time, causing the pure-blood camp of the wizarding world of England to lose a small part of its power. That was why he was so wary of Chris, especially when the other party appeared in such a weird way.

At this time, Picquery also reacted. She still pointed her wand at Chris, but said:
"Flint, one of the twenty-eight sacred tribes. I have heard of your name for a long time. But could you please explain to me how you ended up here, Mr. Flint?"

"That's not important." Chris said with a smile, "What's important is that I can help you solve your current problem, Minister Scrimgeour."

Picquery was a little angry at being ignored, but before she could speak, Scrimgeour said coldly:
"Oh? Why should I believe you?"

Chris smiled slightly and didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand to everyone.

This action made everyone in the conference room nervous, and Minister O'Dailiya's hand trembled, and the spell that had been brewing on the tip of her staff for a long time was directly fired out.

The corners of Picqueri's mouth curled up. She could already foresee the embarrassed look of this rude guy.

As for whether the other party would be killed by Minister O'Dailiya, this was something she had never thought about. Since the other party was able to sneak in here, he would not be killed so easily.

The next moment, Picqueri's expression froze.

Because a terrifying suction force suddenly appeared from the palm that Chris stretched out, almost sucking everyone around him over, and the spell shot by Minister O'Delia was forcibly changed in direction by this force and sucked into his palm.

But the suction force had not disappeared. Under the influence of the suction force, everyone only felt that the oxygen around them was slowly depleting, and in Chris's hand, a ball of terrifying light green was slowly condensing.

Feeling the terrifying aura within the ball of light, Picquery and Scrimgeour's faces changed drastically.

He can control the natural elements around him for his own use without a wand or any sound. This is an ability that only legendary wizards can possess!

The next moment, Chris casually threw the ball of light in his hand at Minister O'Dailiya.

"Ah!~"

A miserable scream came out of Minister Odailiya's mouth. After the ball of light hit his chest, it did not explode like an ordinary spell, but was directly "embedded" in his chest.

And the seemingly motionless ball of light was actually rotating at high speed. Under the influence of such a terrifying force, Minister O'Dailia's suit had already been torn into pieces, and the fat on her chest was quickly twisted into a bloody mist, which was too unbearable to look at!

This was far from over. When Minister Odelia's chest was completely cut open, Scrimgeour and others could almost see the beating heart inside.

The ball of light finally exploded.

The violent explosion that everyone expected did not occur. Instead, a large ball of flame suddenly emerged from it, quickly spreading along Minister O'Dailiya's chest to her limbs, and finally burning her completely, turning her into a ball of gray-white ash!
"You...you are a legend?"

Picqueri stammered. At this moment, she felt very thirsty when she thought about how she had just done such a rude thing to a legendary wizard.

As before, Chris still ignored her and just raised his head slightly and said to Scrimgeour:

"Do you think this is enough?"

Without waiting for Scrimgeour to reply, he added quickly:
"If that's not enough..."

"Oh!"

A loud explosion was heard from behind Chris, and the solid door made entirely of obsidian was blasted open.

Large clouds of gray smoke suddenly spread out, and when the smoke cleared, a dozen black-robed wizards wearing wooden animal masks appeared behind Chris, stepping on the rubble on the ground.

Picqueri collapsed to the ground, and now she felt that even her brain was shaking unconsciously.

Because through the blown-up door she could clearly see the pile of corpses in the corridor behind Chris and the others. They were the security personnel that these ministers brought with them for this meeting!

They were the most elite Aurors from all the Ministries of Magic! They were slaughtered like this, without even being able to scream before dying!
These people standing in front of me now...how strong are they?
Scrimgeour's body was also trembling slightly, but what caused him to react like this was not the sea of ​​blood and corpses outside the meeting room, but the badges worn on the chests of the dozen or so masked wizards.

These badges are different, but they are all equally exquisite and simple.

Scrimgeour knew very well that these badges were all the crests of pure-blood families!
Now that they appear here, does it mean that the families behind them have also pledged allegiance to Chris Flint?
Scrimgeour lowered his head involuntarily. If there was a legendary wizard and the help of more than a dozen pure-blood families, then those mobs in the country of Ying would not be a problem.

Suddenly, he raised his head, stared at Chris with his bloodshot eyes, and said with gritted teeth:

"what do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Chris's face showed a rare serious expression.

He slowly approached Scrimgeour, looked him in the eyes and said:

"I want the entire Ministry of Magic!"

Scrimgeour was stunned, but the next moment he said without hesitation:
"Okay! I will resign immediately after I return and nominate you as the next Minister of Magic! As long as you... you can make the Ministry of Magic of Ying Kingdom great again!"

"as you wish!"

After saying that, Chris turned around and left with the dozen or so masked wizards. After hesitating for a moment, Scrimgeour quickly followed.

Chris, who was walking in the front, had a cold smile on his face. Looking at the piles of corpses in the corridor, he said in a voice that only he could hear:
"Now, it's my turn!"

(End of this chapter)