Chapter 303 He can still assemble!
And Ted and Dumbledore felt that something was wrong when they discovered that Paris was shaking frequently in the evening.
But, this is France after all.
If the old and young British guys dare to point fingers here, they might be kicked out by the French Ministry of Magic.
And neither of them thought it was going to be that big at the time.
When night fell, the magic fluctuations in the ground were already so large that it was a little scary.
Even some ordinary people who are born with high perception attributes can feel "a coolness from the soles of their feet rushing straight to the back of their heads".
And the dozens of zombies that sprang out from the ground have already bitten dozens of people.
That’s right, everyone is running around on the streets at night now, it’s like running roast ducks all over the ground, getting a bite.
Although there are more living people, once the crowd riots, it will be like people stomping on people, and they will run away crazily.
If this were in the United States, someone would have shot those biting "people" long ago.
Of course, if they find that the guns they rely on for their lives are no longer working, they will be 10,000 times more panicked than the current French!
And at this time, what are the French officials and the Ministry of Magic lords doing?
They just sat down at a table for a meeting.
According to the regulations, the two parties cannot have a formal meeting.
Just to organize such a meeting, we negotiated for nearly five hours!
Signatures and confirmations from a total of 18 departments are required!
At this time, dozens of people who were bitten or killed by zombies have also begun to be dominated by the curse of the undead and turned into new zombies.
And most of them have spread across several urban areas, starting to hurt and infect others.
These eighteen departments can be called eighteen levels of hell!
Fortunately, there are always reliable people in a country.
The grand commander Mitterrand, who was visiting abroad, returned home urgently, declared a state of emergency, and ordered the imposition of military control on the entire Paris.
Heavily armed soldiers began to guide and isolate the flow of people, and began to block the flow between various regions...
At the same time, he asked the Minister of Magic to come to the meeting as soon as possible, and the two sides should cooperate wholeheartedly to quell the riot.
"It is now certain that there are monsters attacking citizens! And they are contagious!"
"I hope the wizards can give a solution and help us control the situation!"
"No matter the cost! Paris will never fall!"
At this moment, sporadic soldiers have encountered those zombies.
They quickly discovered that these monsters who had almost no sense of mind and only knew to attack people had no weaknesses!
Even if he was hit by a bullet and lost half of his head, he was able to stagger forward.
They were even forced to use incendiary bombs to completely burn them into coke.
It's not like in the movie, just watch the zombies approaching and don't know how to run.
After all, it is a violent organization, so it will not be manipulated by these most trashy undead.
This problem was immediately learned by the superiors and passed on to the various teams: shrink the team, attack the monster with fire, and at the same time distinguish the wounded who were attacked by the monster...
It must be said that for modern teams, there is still a way to this level of "unnatural interference".
Organization, discipline, firepower, and equipment are the strongest weapons!
However, this is not even an appetizer, at most it is the air-conditioning in the restaurant when ordering.
The real big goods are still underground!
When the sweaty French Minister of Magic lowered his head and said this to the Grand Commander Mitterrand, the old man's face turned black!
"You magicians, are you so dangerous?!"
Hearing this tone was really bad, the minister quickly bit the bullet and explained: "It must not be our wizards, our wizards... don't have this ability!"
After all, even Voldemort, who turned Great Britain upside down ten years ago and was known as the second-generation Dark Lord, only killed a dozen or twenty Muggles.
The first generation of Dark Lord Grindelwald was just... just trying to burn Paris?
But didn’t he fail!
Dumbledore stopped him!
right! Dumbledore! call people! call someone~
This is definitely not about our French Ministry of Magic itself, it is about all wizards! If this continues, the secrecy law will be abolished.
We need support!
Fudge was soundly asleep.
After all, when he first took office two years ago, he had secretly operated the matter—the matter of hosting the Quidditch World Cup during his tenure was completed!
This move is a solid political achievement!
I made it myself~
Now his waist is too stiff. The mood can be described as quite comfortable.
As a result, in the middle of the night, someone knocked on the door and woke him up, saying that it was the French Ministry of Magic asking for help.
"Ask for help? You send a few Aurors and a team of hitters over there, and that's the end of it! Does this kind of thing bother me?" Fudge wanted to close the door impatiently.
"What? Why didn't you say it earlier? You can't tell the importance?" Fudge was anxious.
He's no better than the Wizarding Union than the French Ministry of Magic, and he can't control himself.
But the federation can! You can even issue a document to reprimand the minister.
If you are reprimanded, there is a high probability that you will not be able to be re-elected!
While he was changing his pajamas, his subordinate explained: "A letter from the Federation, asking us to help the French Ministry of Magic to avoid the failure of the secrecy law."
"Secrecy Act lapses? What the **** happened?"
The subordinate hurriedly said something briefly.
Fudge had a smirk on his face: "Then they are really unlucky."
Fudge remembered about a year ago, when he was really devastated.
Hundreds of people in two small towns were harmed by magical creatures one after another, and the Queen was alarmed!
Dealing with this matter with those Muggles, my scalp is going to be scratched.
Later, Dumbledore even took his Order of the Phoenix to fight the magma giant, making a big splash... Anyway, it was very uncomfortable!
Now it's all right, the neighbors are more unlucky than themselves. Something is wrong with the capital, Paris is blocked! It also alarmed the Wizarding Union...
Hahahaha~Suddenly I am not the most unlucky.
"Oh, right. What's the price of dragon products these days?" Fudge asked suddenly.
The subordinates immediately smiled and said: "Slightly increased slightly~ It's all thanks to the minister's strategizing to stabilize the price of dragon products!"
Fudge nodded with a smile, put on his hat, and pushed the door out.
Good guy, the price of dragon products has already risen to the level of public discontent last summer, and it is still rising.
And just because of the small increase, they all feel that they have contributed a lot.
It's amazing.
…
Obviously, the French Minister of Magic knew very well about his neighbor's Minister of Magic, and he didn't have much hope for Fudge.
So he contacted Dumbledore through his personal relationship.
Actually, neither Ted nor Dumbledore left Paris that night.
After all, something unusual happened here, and both wanted to wait and see the follow-up development.
As a result, the French Minister of Magic contacted Dumbledore and asked him to come out to help.
Dumbledore looked at Paris, where the entire city was dark, and agreed.
In fact, it took just over an hour for the special team to control the situation with the help of the wizard.
The zombies have been caught, and the biters are all under control.
It's just that the curse makes people helpless for a while, almost waiting for death.
The French Ministry of Magic is very distressed by this. Many people were walking around, sweating profusely.
Dumbledore arrived at this time: "Minister Furlong, our St. Mungo's Hospital has an antidote to this magical curse. Send someone to get it, and there is still time to save people!"
Minister Furlong is the French Minister of Magic, "Okay! I'll send someone right away!"
Just as Minister Furlong was arranging people to sit on the international Floo network and go to St. Mungo's Hospital in Great Britain, a wizard from the French Ministry of Magic murmured, "Why do these British guys have an antidote?"
How high is Ted's perception attribute now? He turned his head directly: "Sir, the reason why we have the antidote is thanks to you!"
Everyone was shocked, not knowing what was going on.
Looking at Dumbledore again, he acted deaf and dumb looking at the ceiling as if he didn't hear it at all.
Ted didn't care about that, and continued: "Because just last fall, a dark wizard escaped from France to England, and the news you passed on to us was later, which made him do a lot of evil things..."
"It was the curse that the black wizard made, and we also paid a lot of money to develop the potion."
"Did you say it was thanks to you?" Ted looked at everyone with a smile.
"Uh... this..." The French wizard present was immediately stopped by Ted's question, and his mind went blank for a while, leaving only embarrassment and a little shame.
At the beginning, I wanted to see the joke of this "hundred-year friendly" neighbor, but I didn't expect that the joke would come and go, and the joke would come back to myself.
However, Minister Neville Fron didn't care about Ted's ridicule, but grasped the point: "You mean, this matter is related to that dark wizard back then!"
Ted nodded: "There is no doubt. After all, only that wizard has the curse that can bring the dead back to life. He even fought against Dumbledore."
"What?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore.
And Dumbledore just nodded, thinking in his heart how did the dark wizard from another world survive?
How to deal with it this time!
At this time, Ted asked, "Excuse me, what is there in the underground of Paris that attracted him?"
"What?" Minister Fran suddenly changed his face, "You said that black wizard can bring the dead back to life?! Can dry bones do it too?"
Ted nodded: "Yes! And it can be spelled into different types!"
Anyway, I tried my best to disclose the news, and it is up to you how much you can think.
"Oops!" Minister Furlong broke out in a cold sweat.
"Stop him! Stop him!"
Six million!
Thanks to book friends "Senior White" and "Tail Number 5028" for their 100 rewards~
(end of this chapter)