The years of welding at Hogwarts

But he was a black man, and no matter how his originally dark complexion changed, others could not tell that his black face was any different from before.

"Director Scrimgeour! With such a large-scale weather spell, if the rain in the entire area is a problem, then this is absolutely impossible.

It will affect all the Muggles in London!"

Kingsley's words caused every Ministry employee in King's Cross Station to gasp.

Cornelius Fudge let out a sharp scream, like a chicken being strangled by the neck, "Scrimgeour, I - you -"

Dazed by this horrifying news, Cornelius Fudge was unable to utter a complete sentence. He frantically glanced around at the Aurors he brought from the Ministry of Magic.

In order to protect the future hopes of the hundreds of British wizards on the Hogwarts Express, he emptied the entire Auror Office. Now, only the Striker Unit is stationed at the Ministry of Magic headquarters in London.

A lizard man is not scary. Any adult wizard can easily kill it as long as he is not attacked by surprise.

But what if there are millions of such lizard people in the entire city of London?

The Ministry of Magic headquarters is like it's completely undefended!

"D...Dumbledore!"

After holding it in for a long time, Fudge, who had barely regained some calmness and rationality under the frantic calls of his subordinates, uttered the only name he could think of in his small brain.

"Go get Professor Dumbledore!"

Just this one sentence seemed to drain all of Fudge's strength, and he looked around breathlessly, as if he was hoping that someone could tell him how, as the Minister of Magic, he should issue orders and arrange things in the face of such an epic emergency.

But no one could stand up.

Scrimgeour glanced coldly at his incompetent minister, then shook his head in disappointment. He ignored Fudge who was standing there stupidly, and began to give orders to the Aurors in King's Cross Station.

"Kingsley, Williamson, I want the two of you to each take a team to set up defensive magic for the entire station."

Watching the two capable men leave, Scrimgeour turned around and said, "Dawlish, go and tell the professors at Hogwarts to tell Dumbledore what happened here."

"Nymphadora Tonks!"

A witch with short spiky hair of a bright purple color stood out from the crowd.

"I want you to leave Apparition and return to the Ministry of Magic. Gather all the people in the Ministry who can fight and come to King's Cross Station. It is not enough for us to just hold on here."

Cornelius Fudge stared at Scrimgeour in horror. "You're crazy! What about the Ministry of Magic?"

"Those lizardmen seem to be brainless guys. It's impossible for them to find the Ministry of Magic hidden underground. Even if they find it, they may not be able to break through the Ministry of Magic's defensive magic!"

Before the witch named Tonks Disapparated, Scrimgeour added, "If possible, call all the retired Aurors here as well. We need as many fighting forces as possible."

There were not many Aurors who had retired from the Ministry of Magic in recent years. It was obvious that Scrimgeour was referring to someone in particular.

Alastor Moody.

Active in the era when Voldemort was wreaking havoc, he was the most notorious Auror among the Death Eaters. He was very powerful and his cruelty was comparable to that of the Death Eaters.

Aside from not using the three Unforgivable Curses, there was nothing sinister that this former Auror could not do.

This also led to his brilliant record - at least two-thirds of the prisoners currently imprisoned in Azkaban Prison were sent there by Alastor Moody himself.

Update later today

There is bad news and good news at the same time.

The bad news is -

The author was injured, so he didn't have time to write last night.

The good news is—

It's not the hand that's injured, it's just the foot that's sprained.

So it doesn't affect my writing, but the second chapter of today will not be released until the evening.

……

PS: Others have to work until the end of Thursday before they can have a holiday, but I'm going to take a leave until the National Day! So! More updates! More fucking updates!

Chapter 229 Dumbledore: I Hate London

As a large transportation hub, the railways at King's Cross Station connect many large cities, such as Cambridge, Peterborough, Kingston upon Hull...

Therefore, the area where the station is located can be regarded as a densely populated area even in the densely populated city of London.

In other words, it is the hardest hit area by the Lizardman mutation wave.

To the west of King's Cross station are two other railway stations - St. Pancras Station and Euston Station. The new Britain Library is also nearby, and these buildings are just a few minutes' walk away.

Not to mention the busy and famous streets nearby such as Euston Street, Pencras Street, Midland Street and so on.

For a moment, the roars of the Lizardmen could be heard around King's Cross Station.

The students who were leaving the station one after another noticed something unusual at this moment.

Professor Flitwick wanted to go outside to see what was going on, but before he could take any action, Dawlish came running over and reported to the professors what was happening in London at the moment.

What happened in the.

All the professors' faces changed when they heard this.

Although they had just experienced a similar incident on the Hogwarts Express, the students at the station's first reaction after learning about it was panic.

However, compared to the miserable appearance when they were besieged by monsters on the Hogwarts Express, their performance now is much better. At least no one was scared to the point of peeing their pants.

First-year students are relatively calm.

Before experiencing the beast tide, they had already experienced a series of thrilling extreme challenges such as the Forbidden Forest Battle Royale, the Black Lake Adventure, and the Snow Mountain PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds during the time when Noah was substituting for the first grade.

The first-year students, who have already developed a big heart, have a high degree of trust in the super-strong man among them - Hufflepuff Thor.

Even if Thor can't withstand such an attack, there is still Noah, the Ultraman God, to hold up the sky if it falls.

However, compared with the first-year students, the performance of the senior students is actually not as good.

"Everyone! Calm down!"

Professor McGonagall had to use her wand to create several loud explosions that were loud enough to cover the noise before her voice could reach every student's ears.

She looked solemnly at every student waiting for her to speak at the station, "All of you, stay here quietly."

"Prefect, do a good job of maintaining order!"

"With the Aurors here, you will be well protected. Being on the Hogwarts Express at noon is a special case."

"Now, I will not allow any of you to participate in a dangerous battle! Unless you don't want to go back to Hogwarts next school year!"

Professor McGonagall stared at the Gryffindor monkeys who had just been dancing the most happily with a stern look, "Do you understand?"

The Weasley twins were originally eager to try out the big events that happened in London, but now they were immediately discouraged after hearing Professor McGonagall's stern warning...

No, when they heard that they didn't have to go back to Hogwarts next school year, the brothers' eyes lit up.

The long-cherished opportunity of not having to go to school is right before them!

If not now, when?

Fortunately, they still have some rationality.

The Hogwarts Express has an extra-large defensive magic circle set up by the Ministry of Magic with all its might. This allows them to stay safely on the train and they don't have to worry about being hurt even if monsters rush close.

Moreover, the scale of the wave of monsters they encountered was not as huge as the current one.

The wave of beasts that besieged the Hogwarts Express had at most a few thousand beasts, a small scale, just like the Forbidden Forest Battle Royale when Noah took over the Magic Attack and Defense and Charms classes, which was probably six or seven times the number he threw at the students.

Not much.

How many people are there in the entire city of London? It must be several million, right?

What would happen if they all turned into lizardmen?

Not to mention the defensive magic temporarily set up by a few dozen Aurors outside King's Cross Station.

Even if they all huddled together on the Hogwarts Express, with all the defensive arrays on the train activated, and the Aurors and all the professors of Hogwarts, including Dumbledore himself, were on board...

Uh, here comes another Noah who has endless tricks up his sleeve.

The students also felt that they had no confidence at all, unless Dumbledore could learn from what his old lover Gellert Grindelwald did in Paris and set a Fiendfyre directly in the city of London.

Dumbledore: I hate London.

What lizard man?

Not to mention millions, even if it was on the scale of tens of millions or even hundreds of millions, wouldn't those all be top-quality human-shaped firewood sticks?

The big problem is how to put out this fierce fire after it is released.

Maybe we can ask the magical Doraemon Noah if we can make some modifications to the space carrier floating in the sky?

Use the levitation spell to offset the earth's gravity, use the traceless expansion spell to expand the internal space until it can accommodate all the wizards in the entire magical world, and finally give the four huge turbofan engines on the hull a bit of a boost -

The traceless expansion spell expanded the fuel tank, and the transfiguration spell converted all the collectible materials into fuel, and directly entered the forward four. Everyone happily rushed out of the atmosphere and immigrated to the Alpha Centauri system.

At first, no one paid any attention to the disaster.

It was just a fierce fire, a sudden disaster, the extinction of a species, the disappearance of a city.

In order to preserve the wizarding world, the International Confederation of Wizards has passed a plan...

At this point, the magic world embarked on a wandering journey that covered a distance of four light years and a time span of two thousand five hundred years.

The history of magic calls it the "Wandering Magical World Plan".

You're overthinking it. There's no way Dumbledore would use such a ridiculous method to eliminate the Lizardmen in London.

"Professor McGonagall, do you have any way to restore our colleague to his original appearance? This should fall under the category of Transfiguration. We have tried many methods and none of them worked. Now we can only count on a master of Transfiguration like you."

Kingsley Shacklebolt looked for help beside his lizardman colleague who was crouching on the ground and had been hit by hundreds of Stunning Curses but was still sleeping peacefully.

Professor McGonagall.

In the single field of Transfiguration, even the knowledgeable Dumbledore did not dare to say that his level of Transfiguration was higher than that of Professor McGonagall, who had been studying Transfiguration for decades.

It is no exaggeration to say that Professor McGonagall fully deserves the title of the number one transfiguration master in the British wizarding world today.

But for such a weird situation...

Professor McGonagall stretched out her hand and used her magic to carefully sense the physical condition of the unfortunate Auror. She then boldly stretched her hand out of the range of the protective shield and personally felt the strange rain falling from the sky.

Her brows, which were already filled with worry and depression, were furrowed even more heavily.

This is no longer just a matter of transfiguration. The dark green raindrops falling from the sky can be considered a rather special potion.

And in the process of transforming normal humans into lizard people, there is also a part of curse-like black magic involved.

"Severus, and Flitwick, you should come over and take a look."

Professor McGonagall realized that she couldn't handle so many complicated situations by herself, so she called for reinforcements.

After thinking for a while, she called Madam Pomfrey, who had just been urgently teleported from Hogwarts to London with the help of the fireplace in the headmaster's office.

"Bobby, could you please come with us?"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's call, the three of them, who had nothing else to do except maintaining order and comforting the students, hurried over.

But even after consulting with Snape, the master of dark magic and potions, Professor Flitwick, who was well versed in the principles of spells, and Madam Pomfrey, the former medical director of St. Mungo's Hospital, Professor McGonagall could not guarantee that she could solve this difficult problem.

Sure enough, after a moment, the three of them showed the same frowned and solemn expression as Professor McGonagall.

The way they kept shaking their heads directly showed their attitude.

To put it another way, it is...

There is no hope! Wait for death! Goodbye!

Chapter 230 Alastor Moody

There was not much time left for the Hogwarts professors to have a consultation.

When the whole city was turned into a hell on earth by the strange rain, the protective magic cast by the Aurors could not turn this small place into a pure land in purgatory.

Although a series of magic such as Safe Guard and Vanish can temporarily obscure the senses of the lizardmen and prevent them from discovering the wizards hiding in King's Cross Station.

But there are just too many of them.

Those green-skinned monsters, whose bodies had undergone a glorious evolution but at the cost of losing their brains, were rampaging recklessly on the streets and soon crashed into the magic barrier set up around the station.

These brainless green monsters had no idea what was going on.

But they are stubborn.

There is clearly nothing in front of them, but why can't they just walk past it?