Chapter 132 130. The desire to spread
"I have no other choice." Madam Maxim shook her head and said, "If she is allowed to be captured by the Aurors, then she, who has Veela blood, will end up in a worse end. Who knows what those people today will do? What."
Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and then said with a serious face.
"The French Ministry of Magic seems to be preparing to match the Dark Lord."
Madam Maxim was stunned.
She was stunned for four or five seconds before she came back to her senses and kept shaking her head.
"Impossible! If they are going to do this, more than 60% of wizards will rebel! Those Muggle wizards are absolutely unwilling to be slaves, and they will kill anyone who has this idea at all costs!"
Dumbledore looked up at her.
"I don't hope that's the case either, but there are indications from the French Ministry of Magic that they are indeed purging families that are friendly to Muggles and not interested in the theory of pure blood. As you said, they have reached the point of using unscrupulous methods , and even exterminated the Delacour family."
"And you, the real crime they kicked you out of Beauxbatons was not that you distorted the students' thinking, but that you never publicly supported the pure-bloods. They thought you were disobedient, so they tried to replace you."
Madam Maxime opened her mouth wide. Dumbledore's analysis was well-founded, but she was unwilling to believe that the French Ministry of Magic would make such a crazy move.
What good does this do for those people?
Just to **** the benefits that should belong to Muggle wizards?
France is different from England. The Muggle wizards here are more bloody, especially those old wizards who have lived from the last century to the present. The Ministry of Magic does not have an invincible wizard like Voldemort.
Are they not afraid that once the blood class announces the implementation, those extremely angry Muggles will rush into the hall of the Ministry of Magic and eat all the designated people of the system?
"Who is the highest-ranking pro-Muggle faction in the French Ministry of Magic?" Dumbledore asked in a deep voice.
Madam Maxim said with a pale face: "The chief justice of the wizard—Adele Roland, she is a benevolent witch, of mixed blood."
"Is there any sign of her recent position being unstable?" Dumbledore continued to ask.
Madam Maxim shook her head decisively.
"No, not only is she in a stable position, but she has been fighting against those people. Recently, I heard that she is thoroughly investigating the charges against the Delacour family, and trying to find a way to clear them of their injustice."
Dumbledore showed a thoughtful expression.
"Roland. I had several exchanges with her at the International Federation of Wizards before. She is indeed fair and just. I will find a way to get in touch with her, and I hope to have a chance to stabilize the situation in France."
Just as Dumbledore finished speaking, a blue **** suddenly flew in from the window. The bird flew in without making a sound, but stood quietly by the window and looked at Mrs. Maxim
After seeing this bird, Mrs. Maxim's body trembled suddenly.
"They found this!"
"Sorry! I have to leave France, Albus!" Madame Maxime said hurriedly, "If I continue to stay here, I can't imagine what they will do to me!"
She turned her head to look at the ghost girl who was at a loss and was also looking at her timidly.
"Gabriel, the situation behind me is very dangerous, there is no way to take care of you anymore, you have to follow this Professor Dumbledore, he will take you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft, where you can get the best Protect and teach. After leaving France, I will go to your parents and sister, and then I will let them go to Hogwarts to pick you up!"
The girl had tears in her eyes, and she seemed to be trying her best not to cry, so as to add chaos to the situation at the scene.
"Father, mother, sister, and wife, you will be fine, right?"
"It will be fine." Madame Maxim's eyes were red, and she hugged the girl named Gabriel, "The future will be fine, and you have to live a good life. I will find a way to help you find the dead soul." The antidote of water will make you return to your original appearance!"
Finally, she turned her head and glanced at Dumbledore, pleading.
"Please, Albus, I hid her body in Beauxbaton's secret room. Only I know about that room, and no one can find out. Please help me to take good care of her!"
Dumbledore nodded seriously.
"I will."
After getting his promise, Mrs. Maxime didn't stay any longer. The blue-headed **** that reported the news jumped onto her suitcase, and then she used apparition to leave the wooden house.
Dumbledore took Jon and Gabriel, who was left behind by Mrs. Maxime, and they also used Apparition to leave here.
Dealing with a few Aurors is certainly not a problem for him, but this is the French magic world after all, even if he conceals his identity, Dumbledore doesn't want to do it here.
He uses apparition now, and can also help Madam Maxim confuse the Auror who is following him.
Sure enough, three or four minutes after Mrs. Maxime and Dumbledore left, the door that was more than four meters high was blasted open with a spell from the outside!
Three or four Aurors in dark blue robes raised their wands and rushed in, but they didn't see anyone inside.
Soon, professionals detected the landing point of two apparation traces from here. Without hesitation, they immediately split into two groups.
And the group of people who traced the apparition traces left by Dumbledore arrived at the landing point and wandered in the sky on broomsticks for a long time, but they never found any sign of the existence of wizards. return.
And just 10 minutes after they left, two ordinary stones on the side of the road suddenly turned into human shapes.
Dumbledore and Jon patted the dust on their bodies, and the hairpin of the ghost girl Gabriel was in Jon's pocket.
Dumbledore did not immediately use Disapparation again, but took Jon along this path and walked towards a Muggle town not far away.
"The Dark Lord and the French Ministry of Magic must have made some kind of deal." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "After Horace joined his staff, the first news he sent back to me was that he The eyes of time are not on the United Kingdom, but on the intelligence of the French magic world, so our actions in Hogwarts Castle will be so smooth."
He looked deeply at the slowly turning windmill beside the wheat field in front of him.
"His desire is not limited to the United Kingdom, he wants to spread his influence and rule to the whole of Europe."
(end of this chapter)