Chapter 1242: ?Get up from the wheelchair

The purebloods here have retreated back to the conference room, and several of them were locked out of the door slowly, knocking on the door, but the people in the room had already reached a tacit understanding, and the guards who were left in the room by distant relatives outside the door had been removed , And other guards are constantly applying layers of protective magic to the doors and windows of this room.

The room was full of anxiety, as if the end was coming, and many people began to cry.

For these pure-bloods who have always been pampered, their daily struggles basically do not involve lives, and are more of a struggle for wealth and power. Even if it involves murder, they will not come forward in person. So just now, for them, many people were facing death at such close range for the first time, facing such a **** scene.

In the process of escaping, Burst saw one of his bodyguards dead in front of him, so that he was trembling all over, his mouth was half open, and he let out a hoarse scream, like a knife split his chest. He was killed by him. The guards walked into the conference room-the fear of being knocked on the door from someone who was shut outside now strengthened his fear.

Bojin didn't have the usual expression of being a shopkeeper at this time. He looked stronger than the others, but he did not speak for a long time.

"Calm down!" Herbert Bok looked ugly on the wheelchair. He was pushed around quickly just now, which seemed to make him a little uncomfortable, but he and his housekeeper seemed to be the most calm people in the house. "Alf Reid, how many minutes are there?"

"Master, there are still seven minutes to the hour..." Although the butler looked calm but still a little annoyed, "I'm sorry, we should be more careful and get more door keys..."

"The guards are too incompetent..." Herbert Bok was in no mood. He looked at the doors and windows and pointed, "Everything, using Transfiguration, the doors and windows are turned into metal covers and sealed, and then another layer of protection ...Fleeing to a foreign country they can't control...their so-called evidence is just planting for the persecution of us."

The battle outside the meeting room was soon over and there was no sound. The armed Auror had cleared the corridor, and several leaders surrounded the meeting room where the blood was gathered.

"They closed this room with many spells, and they are still strengthening it." Victor lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Someone just heard them shouting for the door key. They must be trying to delay their escape."

Penello crawled upside down on the ceiling and heard that she followed a thick silver spider silk from above back to the ground. Then, she waved her cheeks that could break the devil and mocked: "They want beauty. ,let me do it."

"Penello, let me come faster... You retreat to the stairs." Albert's voice was extremely cold. Although his father's previous assassination did not suffer much substantial damage, it made the usual comparison. Tolerant and honest, he kept suffocating in his heart, "They like explosions, so I will explode them."

Auror’s orders forbid the corridor on the second floor to be emptied soon. After Albert made some protection on the floor, a huge gray beast resembling a rhinoceros appeared at his position just now. There is a big sharp horn on the nose, and the tail is like a long rope. It is the image of Albert's Animagus, the poisonous horn beast-its sturdy body has crushed the surrounding walls, and the floor under its feet It almost couldn't bear its weight, cracking and shaking, but it was enough for Albert to throw its venom-filled corners toward the door.

A few minutes later.

Rufus Scrimgeour, director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, led a team of patrolling Aurors and walked in through the four open and broken doors.

Behind Scrimgeour's gold-rimmed glasses were a pair of sharp eyes that contained the form of the room. Unlike the simple and neat style of the past, he was shocked by the scene before him: several corpses were displayed on the ground. There are also piles of burnt ashes.

Upstairs are the bricks and shingles from the explosion, and the leg of a corpse is drooping from the gap of the broken guardrail. A group of half-dead pure blood is intact except for those surrenders who have lost their wands and hug their heads. The other wizards are more or less wounded, and these people are now tied with a thick hemp rope. At the same time, it seems that the head is drooping, and some people can't help but groan in pain.

Scrimgeour was so startled that his voice seemed to have become more hoarse, and his tone of voice accidentally revealed a trill: "What is going on?!"

But none of the Aurors brought by Albert to answer him, each was doing his own thing, as if he hadn't seen Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour cursed in his heart, his eyes flashed with unstoppable anger, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his clenched lips to his somewhat wide chin.

Scrimgeour simply stopped asking about the situation. He made a calm face and glanced over the corpses. Suddenly, he walked quickly into the hall, squatted down in front of the goatee wizard's body, and said in anger: "Isn't this the patriarch of the Selwyn family! No one has notified me of such a big event this time? I'm still your office director!"

Albert was walking downstairs with Victor, his face was stained with blood, but he didn't seem to want to wipe it.

"Albert, do you know what you are doing? Why are you acting like this?" Scrimgeour slowly turned around and stood up after seeing Alan. His tan hair was unable to suppress his anger and swayed." Even if they are suspects! But when does the Auror have the right to hurt prisoners at will? They should be tried by the Magic Law Enforcement Division, not just lose their lives like this!"

"Director Scrimgeour, the Auror has the right to use force when it is resisted by force... It is the Law Enforcement Department who ordered us without your consent." Albert looked directly at Scrimgeour, "And these deaths Most of the fallen wizards have used unforgivable spells on Aurors, and their wands can prove this with flashback spells."

"Albert, even if they use the Unforgivable Curse, they are still imprisoned for life according to the law!" Scrimgeour's bushy eyebrows frowned, and his sharp eyes met Albert.

"Director Scrimgeour, are you trying to make fun of our armed Auror's life?" A young Auror with short brown hair flushed and glared at Scrimgeour. "Does the director mean to face us? When using the unforgivable spell, give up the legal right to fire the Ministry of Magic granted us in this situation so that their spell threatens us?"

"Of course I didn't mean it!" Scrimgeour stared at an Auror angrily, "but you obviously have the advantage, there is no need to kill..."

"My companion has just been hit by the Heartbreaking Curse and is now sent to the treatment facility!" Like a beast that was forced to embarrass, he was waiting for an opportunity to fight back. "The training we received to arm the Auror is the first time to disarm The threat of using this spell!"

"Enough, Otto! This is our director! Pay attention to your identity!" Albert took the lead and then pulled the team behind him, "Director, maybe your patrol Auror can do it in this situation. Accurately arrest them without hurting them... and I hope you can detect this when the next explosion occurs." Then he nodded slightly at the same time as a salute, "Director, I will not be with you, we have to fix this before the illusion disappears. The house won't let the Muggles notice."

After that, Albert took his Aurors without looking back to help other Aurors repair the Muggle houses that had been restored for most of them-because this house had been used a lot by the pure-blooded guards before. If you want to restore the original black spell, you must first get rid of the magic energy left by those spells~www.wuxiaspot.com~, so it takes a bit longer than usual to directly restore the original instant repair. .

Feeling the air currents set off by Albert and the others passing by, Scrimgeour's chest was filled with anger, like a bomb that was about to explode when Yi Shun pulled a fuse.

"Uh ah ah!!!"

Suddenly there was a screaming scream from upstairs, Scrimgeour's purple cheeks twitched because of his anger. After a daze, he hurried upstairs with these patrol Aurors, just ascended upstairs with a puff of breath. They all took a breath of cold air on the huge platform that was on the rise, as the scene of the explosion was much more serious than the damage it seemed from below.

Although it did not seem to have collapsed, the corridor outside the corridor was messed up by the upturned wooden planks and the messy masonry of the walls. The roof of this area has been blown up. The light of the British afternoon shined through the gloomy sky. A large hole in the conference room was broken in the wall of the corridor.

Penello's unique accent that belongs to the spider form sounded in it: "One last time, old man, get me up from the wheelchair..."

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