Chapter 1448: ?broadcast

The green light of the Killing Curse seemed to have received a signal. The Auror closest to the door raised his hand and tapped three times. After waiting for a few seconds, no one responded. He closed his fingers, stretched out his arms, and waved behind him horizontally. , Greeted the other two Aurors to enter the room together as if throwing stones for directions.

　　

　　 walked in with heavy steps, and at a glance saw the couple lying on the ground embracing each other. After standing at attention and saluting, the leading Auror cast a super strong iron armor curse, creating an arched shield.

　　

The other two used levitation curses to envelop them like an invisible coffin and let them levitate. When they were in contact with the shield, the couple’s corpses instantly turned into blue-emitting black powder, and finally returned to peace. .

　　

　　 The Aurors have completed the last command issued by Thaelman. Completely destroy the bodies of their husband and wife.

　　

After all, in addition to the possibility of being taken to the United Kingdom by people with ulterior motives inside, the most important thing is that Hogwarts Floating City itself is now famous for popular necromantic spells and necromantic workers. If the trial angered Harris and made them use the corpse to turn their husband and wife into undead creatures, it would be better to die than life, and they would fall into eternal torment.

　　

　　 Then, the flames of the Minister's Office and the Auror Director's Office rose, and all correspondence with Minister Thahlman began to burn. The news of the death of the husband and wife of the German Minister of Magic was broadcast, and the Reichstag fell into restlessness.

　　

In the corridor, you can hear rapid footsteps, desperate crying, and venting like the roar of a wounded beast... Knowing that the minister has committed suicide, some officials who feel hopeless get drunk; some witches cried and wiped their tears, like thunder The ducks were at a loss; some officials desperately packed their belongings, took off their magic robes, wanted to change into the clothes of ordinary wizards, and escaped among the people; there were some wizards who took part in the attacks by themselves. As they gather, they are searching for available magic equipment, preparing for the final resistance...

　　

　　 In despair, especially those officials who were involved in planning the attack on Harris before were more or less panicked so that they could no longer estimate their own image as they did in the past:

　　

　　 "As Harris said, they want everyone involved in the attack to **** the dementors into empty shells."

　　

　　 "Are our faults so serious that we were punished with dementor kisses... I don't want to die like this, I don't want my soul to be sucked by those monsters."

　　

　　 "'Death is another great adventure', instead of being food for dementors, it is better to go on another journey by yourself..."

　　

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　　 And these discussions about Britain's declaration of war made despair even more spreading. Fear made some wizards who stopped or feared that they could not escape the trial, began to shoot the Avadasos curse at each other.

　　

A senior official began to put on his most decent magic robe full of medals, hugged and bid farewell to the painful and weeping family members one by one, and asked his subordinates to send them away. He sat on the sofa alone, resolutely and resolutely together. A deadly poison was taken.

　　

　　 And some timid wizards who were too late to get out of their hands saw their companions die one after another, and fell into loneliness and despair, but there was no future for them.

　　

As more Ministry of Magic members who did not participate in the Greek assassination, the situation is better, and it didn’t take long. There was another voice on the internal broadcast of the Capitol. After two wheat tests, it was heard on the broadcast. The voice of Deniz, who was almost succeeding, came: "Our Minister Thahlmann has ended his life...Abandoned all the wizards of the German magic world, all the German Aurors...have been prepared to continue to fight for Berlin. Fight, although exhausted...It is meaningless to continue to resist...Please let me go to the outside square to prepare for surrender."

　　

In the continuous broadcast of Dunnitz, the members of the German Ministry of Magic began to leave the room one after another. At the same time, in the minister’s office on the top floor of the Reichstag, Goering sorted out his brand-new magic robe, according to the station Ulman’s perfect writing, he naturally became the last minister, but he did not pay attention to the messy Capitol building at the moment, did not issue any orders, and did not respond to the broadcast. He just sat upright in the tall armchair belonging to the Minister of Magic with his head held up and his head straight, with an awe-inspiring look on his brows and solemn eyes.

Ten minutes later, inside the Capitol, several teams of Aurors, who were originally guarding the building, gathered here. A young Auror stood in front of the window. He completely ignored Deniz’s call on the radio just now, holding the panoramic telescope. , Observing the square and sky outside, the huge floating boat that seems to swallow the entire sky has been exposed in the distance.

　　

　　Many wizards have walked out of the concealment with their families and began to dispel the defensive measures they had put in a lot of effort before, obviously intending to obey Deniz's words and surrender to the British.

　　

　　 The German Auror put down the panoramic telescope, took a worried breath, and turned to his other colleague: "The British are about to take prisoners. They are entering the square."

　　

　　 "What's the situation on our side?" another Auror asked.

　　

　　 "There is no fight, no resistance." The young Auror said quietly. He raised his hand to check the time, frowning, "Those British people will arrive here in at most ten minutes."

　　

At this time, the sound of rapid footsteps came, causing all the Aurors in the room to reflexively put their hands on their wands and looked at the door with a vigilant look. After a while, three middle-aged Aurors with a somewhat vicissitudes of expression strode forward. When they walked in, they were the three captains of the Auror's office.

　　

　　 "As a group, like other wizards, we will go outside and wait for the British to come...surrender to them..." the team leader in the middle ordered, his voice very heavy and depressed.

　　

　　 "Mr. Dunnitz is not the successor minister who just notified us, Mr. Goering is the one. We have no reason to obey Mr. Dunnitz's orders." A young Auror stood up, his red eyes loudly objected.

　　

　　 One of the three team captains, UU reading www.uukanshu.com saw his team's emotions and scolded: "What do you mean? Do you want to disobey the Auror?"

　　

The Auror had red eyes: "Captain... It doesn't matter who is the minister now. The important thing is that we are the German Auror... We can't let wizards from other countries in the world see that no one in Germany stood up and turned to Britain. People surrendered."

　　

　　 "What are you going to do?" The vicissitudes of the middle-aged Auror closed his jaw. "We have nothing to do with the Greek attack. We want to send..."

　　

"For our honor, I will never surrender and fight to the end." The Auror interrupted his boss impolitely with his chin open. "When the British arrive here, I will fight back until I can no longer wield the wand. ."

　　

　　The middle-aged Auror and the young man looked at each other, his head raised solemnly, and the blue veins on his neck stretched out: "Who else thinks like this?"

　　

　　 The young Auror who had just stood up to resist raised his arms without hesitation after his words fell, and the German Aurors around him also raised their arms.

　　

　　 This resolute and resolute action seemed to have a force of infecting other people, and a small team leader came in with the middle-aged Auror and raised his head resolutely, raising his arm decisively.

　　

Seeing such a scene, the questioning middle-aged Auror raised his eyebrows, and his eyes swept over the Aurors who raised their hands. The thin and angular chin was slightly raised, his eyes became a little relieved, and then he was equally proud. Raised his hand to the ground.