Chapter 32: Sensation in the Wizarding World

It was also on this day that people in various places in the British wizarding world held copies of the Daily Prophet and talked about an incredible event.

Just late last night, hundreds of unidentified black-robed wizards attempted to launch an attack on the British wizarding community, but were defeated by a large number of wizards led by pure-blood families such as Malfoy and Parkinson.

To be honest, when people first heard about this, few believed it was true.

Where did all these wizards come from? Even if a large number of wizards attempted to attack the British wizarding world, it should not be the pure-blood families who took the lead in the fight. If these pampered pure-bloods encountered such a thing, they would probably have already hidden away.

But when seventy or eighty bodies were placed in front of the public, faced with corpses with all their features destroyed, faced with the huge reward for finding clues about the black-robed wizard at all costs, faced with the intensive funerals and commemorative activities of the pure-bloods, all the wizards fell silent.

Invisibly, some pure-blood families, which had fallen into decline since the Dark Lord's defeat and whose reputation and wealth had been shrinking, once again stood firm in front of the world and won attention and praise again.

But the pain involved may only be known by the pure-blood families themselves.

Although most of the casualties on their side were hired dark wizards or werewolves, seven pure descendants of the pure-blood family still died. This was a heavy blow to the pure-blood family, which had always had a small population.

For this battle and the aftermath, the pure-blood families lost a large amount of gold Galleons.

If these are still within everyone's tolerance, then there is one thing that no one can accept!

That is, even after the battle was fought to the end, no one could figure out who the other side was! No prisoners were captured, and all the black-robed wizards who lost their fighting power were either rescued or committed suicide in various ways. Seeing this, everyone in the pure-blood family broke into a cold sweat.

Even during the era of the Dark Lord, who was known for his terror, the capture of Death Eaters was no big deal. Haven't you seen how many Death Eaters, known for their loyalty, were thrown into Azkaban?

But this organization will leave no one alive after an operation fails!

Having dealt with such a group of people, the pure-blood family could not sleep or eat in peace.

So the pure-blood family vented all their anger on Sally, the instigator of this incident, and wanted her to give everyone an explanation.

In fact, Sallys also felt that something was wrong. These black-robed wizards were indeed coming for her son, but the intensity of the battle and the wide range of the scope involved were completely beyond her imagination. If someone said that there was no conspiracy here, she would never believe it.

But when she wanted to confront Keira again, she found that she had already run away, and even the dark wizards Keira had found were all missing.

Faced with such a situation, Sally acted like a single woman. She had no money and you couldn't take her life away either, so she could do whatever she wanted.

The pure-blood families were not easy to deal with either, and immediately threatened to isolate her and the Lestrange family, and even to isolate the Parkinson family.

This woman is really talented! She either kneels down and cries for mercy, or she is inexplicably angry and acts like we are the victims.

Either they look fierce and use their magic weapon to summon the Dark Lord; or they even shout slogans: Our family has shed blood for the Dark Lord, who dares to isolate us!

Either they were ready to die together or they shouted slogans: If I don't live well, no one else can live well either. My husband and his family are waiting for you in Azkaban!

In short, facing this piece of asshole who had no respect for his nobility, the purebloods decisively admitted defeat...

On the other hand, at Foley Manor, Yang Tian felt particularly at ease in the following few days.

Ever since the attack at Aunt Sophia's house, Yang Tian has been in a state of tension. Now, Yang Tian especially cherishes the days when he can completely relax.

In the past few days, the intelligent brain has been carrying out the task of analyzing Sniff's lifeline as faithfully as before.

In addition to his daily routine combat training and spell practice, Yang Tian either accompanies his grandfather to take care of the family's herbs, or accompanies his grandmother to research potions and treatments.

Grandpa's herbal cultivation is a family craft, and his experience is much richer than Sophie's. Yang Tian learned a lot of unique techniques from him that he had never heard of before.

His grandmother used to be a famous healer at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. Under her guidance, combined with the foundation of Chinese medicine and potions that Yang Wen had laid for him, Yang Tian's skills in treating patients improved by leaps and bounds.

Combined with the teachings of his grandparents these days, Yang Tian had a lot of inspiration about the configuration of potions, and he felt like he had entered another world.

Of course, Yang Tian also has his own little secret! Every night before going to bed, Yang Tian takes out the briefcase he got at the base that day and studies it.

It was really hard for him to understand why a suitcase with a few cheap books inside it had the qualifications to be guarded by so many scientists with their lives.

But to this day, there is still no discovery...

In this way, another week passed peacefully. Parents and others finally settled down the Nightmare members, and the feared members of Salok did not show up. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and could finally stay in the manor peacefully for some time.

That day, the family was drinking tea and chatting in the garden.

Suddenly, a crane flew over from the horizon at high speed, with a very graceful posture. When it was close to everyone's head, the crane seemed to have found its target, and glided down with an extremely graceful posture, landing accurately near Yang Tian.

It first looked around briefly, then raised its proud head and glanced at Yang Wen.

It turned around quickly and humanely, and rubbed Yang Tian's little face gently with its head tilted affectionately. It didn't get up obediently until Yang Tian stroked the crane's head a few times.

The crane raised its right paw, took out a letter from the bamboo bucket on its paw with its mouth and handed it to Yang Tian with extremely skillful movements.

Yang Tian opened the letter and saw only a few words on it: "I am your extremely pitiful grandfather whom you have never met. Your jerk father has never said anything about sending you to me for so many years. Do you think he is unreliable?"

"Oh, right, Lao Liao and Lao Xia came back and told me about the situation. Your place is not peaceful, so you should come back and live here. At least it's safe. And there are more resources for cultivation at home."

"Don't worry about that bastard's opinion, as long as you are willing, if you like your parents to accompany you, I will tie that bastard back with your mother. If you have any problems, just write to me directly! By the way, Lao Liao and Lao Xia are the ones who rescued you two days ago. Remember to thank them next time you see them."

A simple paragraph, a free and easy yet cynical image of an old man, came to life on the paper through the handwriting, making Yang Tian smile knowingly.

Yang Wen was so upset! The old man had already written a letter, so why couldn't he write one more for himself? It wouldn't cost a few drops of ink.

Looking at the suspicious look of his father-in-law next to him, Yang Wen hurriedly explained: "It is a letter from the old man at home to Tianer. The old man thinks highly of Yang Tian, ​​so he often pays attention to it."

Hearing this, old man Barnett nodded in understanding, and said no more, as if it was a matter of course.

Yang Tian did not dare to delay and hurriedly took out paper and pen to write a reply.

Of course, he couldn't just write a few words to get by, so he wrote down most of what he saw and heard in the nightmare, emphasizing the efforts his parents made to deal with Sarok.

Yang Tian also talked about his own study plan, believing that he could learn his own things at any time, and first learn what he learned from abroad, and then integrate the East and the West to find his own way. He had a feeling that the path taken by the wizard would greatly supplement his practice.

Finally, Yang Tian briefly talked about what happened in the past few days, saying that he was now at his grandfather's house and was relatively safe, and asked the old man not to worry. He also said that when the time was right, he and his parents would go back to visit him.

After hastily writing three pages of letter paper and giving the crane some snacks such as fish and shrimp, the crane disappeared into the sky as everyone watched...