The years of welding at Hogwarts

You can't say that the Auror Office is personally involved in business, right?

The fact that violent organizations are engaging in business personally is an extremely sensitive topic that cannot even be touched upon. Even if Scrimgeour and Moody were a hundred times braver than Noah, they would not dare to do such a thing.

The fact that Scrimgeour has been able to maintain the current level of combat power in the Auror Office despite massive budget cuts is a testament to his ability.

The atmosphere in King's Cross Station was quite solemn.

Scrimgeour did not expect the bunch of losers under his command to come up with any effective action plan.

He even ignored his useless boss Cornelius Fudge and just discussed countermeasures with Kingsley and Moody.

Kingsley's voice was calm and firm. "I have a way, but I need permission to use any and all magic I think is necessary."

His request was actually quite excessive.

Generally speaking, when Aurors are out on missions, the magic they use is strictly restricted.

The Auror leading the team can assess the danger level of the mission based on the situation on the scene, and thus determine what types of magic the Aurors can and cannot use.

Aurors are only allowed to use magic with high lethal power in more dangerous missions.

This rule originated from a meeting held by Grindelwald and his followers at the Père Lachaise Cemetery in 1927.

An Auror recklessly cast the Avada Kedavra curse at a gathering and took the life of a Grindelwald follower simply because she suddenly took out her wand.

This behavior caused the Ministry of Magic to suffer extremely strong criticism. Although it was later confirmed that the Auror had actually been knocked over by Grindelwald, the public only believed what they saw with their own eyes.

Who can prove on behalf of the Ministry of Magic that this is not an excuse for itself to whitewash itself?

The right to open fire freely is neither big nor small.

If Cornelius Fudge agreed to Kingsley's request, it would mean that he would be responsible for all Kingsley's actions in this operation.

If there is any serious impact on public opinion, it will affect the official hat on his head.

But before Fudge could speak, Scrimgeour agreed without hesitation, "Sure."

He didn't even ask to hear what Kingsley had first.

Seeing that his boss trusted him so much, Kingsley no longer hid his thoughts and ignored Fudge. He directly told Scrimgeour his thoughts, "The Fiery Curse."

Fudge opened his eyes wide in shock, "I don't allow..."

Moody interrupted him rudely before he could finish his words. "Unless you can come up with a better solution, just shut up! Cornelius!"

Moody's words choked Fudge's words in his throat and he couldn't spit them out. His face turned red.

"Or, as the Minister of Magic, you will lead us to fight against those ugly giant lizards outside, and then break out of the siege?"

Moody had no intention of showing any mercy to this wimpy minister.

Fudge's sly eyes kept scanning the faces of the Aurors standing beside him, hoping that one of them would be brave enough to stand up for him.

Relief.

But in the end, everyone chose to remain silent.

Looking at Fudge's stammering and speechless appearance, Moody snorted in disgust.

"Tell me what you think, Shacklebolt."

"Our priority is to get all the students and parents out of the station safely so that we can solve the big problem in London without any worries."

"It is impossible to escort so many people away safely with our current manpower and strength, so we have to use the defensive array on the Hogwarts Express."

Scrimgeour nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Kingsley.

However, the railway tracks leading out of the city have been destroyed by a group of brainless giant lizards who tear down everything they see, and the ubiquitous lizardmen have also blocked the passage for trains to depart from the platform.

If they wanted to leave London on the Hogwarts Express, they would have to clear out all the Lizardmen along the section of the railway where the train left the station and build a defense line along the tracks until they were repaired.

"The Fiery Curse can clear out those lizardmen on a large scale."

At this point, Kingsley sighed helplessly, "We can no longer care whether those human-shaped giant lizards are transformed from Muggles in London."

"Is there really any chance they can restore the original prototype?"

Moody slammed his cane against the ground a few times, reminding Kingsley that now was not the right time to discuss such a heavy topic.

Scrimgeour frowned. "You mean to use the Fiendfyre to get rid of those lizardmen?"

"Tsk, you are too soft-hearted, old lion," Moody said mockingly, "The method proposed by Kingsley is the best option we can make."

"But once the fierce fire spreads..."

There's a reason why Fiendfyre is classified as the most dangerous type of dark magic.

In terms of difficulty of casting, although Fiendfyre is the most dangerous type of black magic, it is really not difficult at all.

Even apprentices who have not yet graduated from magic school, as long as they have a little talent for black magic, can easily learn and perform it.

However, being able to perform a skill is one thing, but being able to control it is another.

It can be said that all dark wizards in the wizarding world know the Fiery Curse, but no dark wizard would ever rashly cast it, because if he fails, he might end up playing with fire and getting burned.

For example, Vincent Crabbe, a spirited young man in the future who wishes to remain anonymous and plays with fire in a Room of Requirement filled with flammable materials.

However, although Fiendfyre was difficult to control, it was not so difficult that it could not be controlled even if the entire Auror office was out in force.

Kingsley was a very powerful Auror, but he was not as powerful as Grindelwald, who could only be suppressed by dozens of elite Aurors and a 600-year-old monster with unknown strength.

With Kingsley's level of magic, even if his Fiercefire Curse spread to the point of completely engulfing the entire block, he could still suppress it with so many people in the station.

Therefore, what he had to do was to use a simple and crude large-scale group attack magic like the Fierce Fire Spell to clear a path for the train to pass through for everyone in the station.

All Spells End, as an advanced defensive magic that stops spells instantly, can effectively restrain most continuous magic. It has also become a standard magic for Aurors.

Scrimgeour finally nodded in agreement. "No problem. We can control Fiendfyre."

Kingsley grinned. "In addition to the right to cast Fiendfyre freely, I also need a broom."

Hearing this, Scrimgeour waved his wand without hesitation, and a flying broom emerged from the void under the summoning spell and fell into his hands.

The broom handle has beautiful lines and is full of luster. A few large golden characters are engraved on the top of the broom handle.

"Nimbus 2000".

Looking at the high-end flying broom handed to him by his boss, Kingsley looked at it back and forth with joy.

There is no wizard who doesn't like a flying broom, just as no Muggle man can refuse a GTR, or the highest-end sports car from brands such as Bugatti, Lamborghini, and Koenigsegg.

"I've never ridden such a nice broom, and I can't afford a Nimbus 2000 on my salary."

Scrimgeour did not laugh along. His expression remained serious. He reached out and patted Kingsley on the shoulder, saying with a serious tone, "Don't push yourself too hard."

"May I ask, Rufus?" Kingsley waved his broom. "Is this part of your personal collection? Can I keep it?"

The Auror Office was poor, but not to the point where an official as high as the Office Director couldn't even afford a broomstick.

Scrimgeour didn't care about Kingsley's exorbitant demands. "As long as you can come back, everything is fine."

It just sounds...

Why does he look so much like an old general on the stage, with all kinds of flags behind him?

While the three elite Aurors at the station were discussing the details of the action plan, the professors of Hogwarts had already brought all the students back to the train with super

They put the students on a train equipped with strong defensive magic, and left half of the professors on board to protect the students' personal safety.

As the students evacuated, the atmosphere in the waiting hall of King's Cross Station became increasingly heavy.

The hoarse roar from Moody's once injured vocal cords was like an inspiring war drum, shattering the worries and fears lingering in the waiting hall.

"Attention everyone!"

Moody's demonic eye, which should not show any emotion, now clearly revealed murderous intent, "We must use the blasting spell to open a passage for Kingsley to rush out of the shield safely!"

"Everyone listen to my orders and focus the spells in the same direction!"

He turned around and looked at the Hogwarts professors who were ready for battle. "Minerva, your task is to maintain the integrity of the defense shields in other directions."

"Leave it to us, Alastor."

Professor McGonagall tightly grasped the wand in her hand, her hands trembling slightly, but that was not because of fear, but because of the excitement of the upcoming battle.

As a typical Gryffindor, what Professor McGonagall lacks the least is courage.

If Professor McGonagall had not suppressed her own nature in order to set a good example for her students, the students would definitely be frightened by her self-liberation.

Professor McGonagall rubbed her hands together, her eyes full of fighting spirit.

The only thing that made her feel a little regretful was that this was not Hogwarts Castle, otherwise she really wanted to try the spell that she had been told since she became the deputy headmaster of Hogwarts.

Chapter 232 I have my own national conditions

Boom! Boom!

A powerful gust of wind swept over King's Cross Station.

Colorful magic light bullets flew out from the protective shield one after another. Each seemingly inconspicuous light bullet produced an extremely violent explosion after touching the obstacle.

The densely-fired explosive spells fell on the lizardmen who were lying on the defensive spells almost at close range. The violent explosions caused by the explosions made the entire barrier buzz.

The spreading energy storm caused ripples on the surface of the barrier like water ripples.

The powerful impact blasted the layer of lizardmen lying outside the protective shield away in large numbers, and the sky seemed to be raining a foul bloody rain of broken limbs and debris.

The dense explosions of the blasting spells instantly blasted through the defense shield, along with the outer green hard shell composed of layers of lizardmen, creating a hole with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Everyone in the station had expected this.

Several professors of Hogwarts who stayed in the waiting hall to help pointed their wands at the dome above the station. Dazzling fluorescent light lit up from the tips of their wands, turning into streams of light that rushed into the sky one after another.

Strands of magic power connected the wands and the protective shield. A large amount of magic power flowed out from the front ends of the professors' wands and was transmitted through these threads to the protective shield formed by condensed magic power.

The big hole in the defense shield was being filled up quickly at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

A figure seized this fleeting opportunity and rushed out of the protective shield on a Nimbus 2000.

But Kingsley was not the only one who seized the opportunity. Those ugly brainless monsters were also roaring and rushing forward madly.

Many fish that escaped the net were pushed by the lizardmen who squeezed in from behind and fell into the waiting hall of the station through the holes in the shield before the shield was completely repaired.

Fortunately, the defense shield was repaired quickly enough, and the number of Lizardmen that fell in was not that large compared to the Aurors in the hall.

In front of these Aurors who were granted great authority due to emergencies and could use all magic except the three unforgivable curses at will, the lizard people rushing into the hall couldn't even cause any trouble.

Before they fell from the air to the ground, the Aurors who were well prepared raised their wands and cast a wave of Stunning Spells on their faces as a welcome ceremony.

After they fell dizzy on the solid ground, before they could even stand up, another large wave of magic bullets and light rain came from all directions.

From squeezing through the hole in the protective shield to being sent away by concentrated fire, the whole process only took a few seconds.

Suddenly, a path paved entirely with flames appeared in the sky. It was the Fiercefire Curse cast by Kingsley.

These legendary never-extinguishing devil flames from hell, the moment they touched flesh and blood, immediately ignited the still alive Lizardmen into human-shaped torches.

The extremely scorching heat burned through their scales in just a few seconds, turning the flesh and blood underneath into black charcoal.

After all, there are differences in the Fire Curse cast by different people.

For a magic that had been mastered long ago but never used, the fierce fire summoned by Kingsley could only be said to be of average power.

If the CEO of Grindelwald Gas Company had come in person, these lizardmen would have been completely reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

How is it like now?

The lizardmen outside the shield howled loudly in pain, their instinct driving them to lie down.

They rolled on the ground or ran around, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies.

But it didn't help at all.

On the contrary, their panicked escape caused the fierce fire, which was like a cancer attached to the bones, to spread further.

The area around King's Cross Station soon turned into a sea of ​​Fiery Flames. When the size of the sea of ​​Fiery Flames reached a certain level, various magical beasts formed by Fiery Flames began to emerge from the sea...

Professor McGonagall's brows suddenly jumped, "The Fiendfyre is spreading too fast!"

Moody, who had a keen eye, also realized the problem.

Obviously, they all underestimated how much this group of humanoid self-propelled fuel rods that could run on two feet would help in exacerbating the spread of the fierce fire.

According to the original plan, the Fiery Fire Curse cast by Kingsley should have reached this scale in a few minutes.

During these few short minutes, everyone in the station can cast spells together to enhance the power of magic and forcibly manipulate the Fiery Flame outside the protective shield, effectively clearing out the large group of Lizardmen outside the station while stabilizing the size of the Fiery Flame.

Before the Fiendfire grew to a size where they lost the ability to control the situation, they cleared the block and then used the Ten Thousand Spells to put out the Fiendfire around the station.