Chapter 250 248. Doubt
"I just got the news today that the wizarding equal rights front, a terrorist organization led by Dumbledore and formed in conjunction with French rebels, broke through the reformatory that the master built in France to reform Muggles. After meeting with Dumbledore During the battle, the master was seriously injured."
Gris took a deep breath.
"I just sent a large amount of supplies to France to stabilize the situation in France. Now the owner has gone to deal with the injuries in private. The French Ministry of Magic is temporarily under the control of our people."
Slughorn showed a worried and gloomy face, but he was actually extremely puzzled in his heart.
He didn't think that Gris would lie about this kind of matter. Even if he tried his best to block the news about such a big matter, it would not be blocked to the high-level directors, unless Voldemort saw through Slughorn's undercover identity. If you want to use this matter to set him off, although the possibility is not high, there are some chances.
Compared with this conjecture, Slughorn is actually more inclined to believe that Voldemort has really suffered a fiasco.
It's just that, how he lost to Dumbledore's hands, this is still a somewhat puzzling question.
On the side of the British Ministry of Magic, unless Slughorn asks Voldemort himself, he probably won't get an exact answer, but he can use his contact with Dumbledore to seek an answer to this question.
This did not help his own undercover work, but Slughorn was very curious about how Dumbledore defeated the already powerful Dark Lord.
And for the sake of safety, he had been the one-way transmission of information to Dumbledore before, and he didn't ask much about the situation in the Hogwarts carriage.
Almost two years have passed, and he also wants to know how the student he accepted in the carriage has grown to.
I don’t know if you have practiced that magical floating spell even more brilliantly?
Slughorn thought about these things in his heart, but looked at Gris seriously.
"You shouldn't tell me about this kind of thing in private, Gris."
"I understand, sir, but the master didn't intend to hide it from you." Gris waved his hand and said, his face was full of sadness, "We need to provide a lot of support to France, and I have been replying all morning. The issuance of personnel and materials from various departments, and even so, it is not known whether they can stabilize the situation when the owner is away."
Speaking of this, his face also became ugly.
"If after giving so much assistance, they still live up to their master's expectations in the end, then I don't think there is anything wrong with letting British people become members of the French Ministry of Magic in the future!"
His statement like this is of course a kind of violent theory that is almost impossible to realize. Even if the French Ministry of Magic is stupid enough to backstab Voldemort without completely distinguishing the situation, it is impossible for them all to be controlled by the British.
Slughorn sighed softly.
"We try our best to do our own job well, and not holding back the master is the greatest contribution we can make."
Gris rubbed his swollen temples and nodded helplessly. He understood that Slughorn was right.
Their current glory and status all depend on Voldemort himself. In the current situation, whether it is to protect their own interests or to be truly loyal to Voldemort, there is very little they can do.
Before the war plan against the correctional facility, Dumbledore and Iniesta discussed and prepared two plans together.
One is how to maximize their vitality and quickly retreat to Northern Europe after the defeat of the war.
The other one is how to maximize the fruits of victory if you win.
In these two plans, of course, different situations and possible situations were subdivided, but what Dumbledore and the others encountered today was one of the best situations they could have expected.
So, on the second day after successfully breaking through the correctional center and liberating all the hemp-seeded wizards inside, without any rest or pause, the wizards of Wupingxian continued to carry out subsequent operations.
Most of the rescued shaman wizards suffered inhuman abuse and humiliation, but they have not been brainwashed into the level of "humanoid house elves".
Among these people, a group of very good combat power must be extracted, but now they still need time to cultivate, so they are temporarily staying at the Lyon headquarters, and the logistics staff will take care of them.
And those wizards who fought to break through the correctional office the night before, started a new war the next day.
Grenoble, a city in southeastern France.
This is a world-famous ski resort, attracting ice and snow sports enthusiasts from all over the world every winter, and it is also the most densely populated period of the year.
But excluding tourists and travelers, the city's resident population is only a few hundred thousand people, including the surrounding suburbs, the total is less than 400,000 people, so the city's scale is actually not large.
In the magic world, Grenoble is the largest magic plant training base of the French Ministry of Magic.
In the southwestern suburbs close to the city, there was an area that seemed to have been planned to build a large ski resort, but for some unknown reason, the construction of the project was stopped halfway through.
Afterwards, no one else continued to take over, and the land was abandoned, looking dilapidated.
Because it is remote and located in the Alps, even if it is deserted, not many people notice it.
Even if someone passes by here by chance and sees this unfinished ruin, he will soon suddenly remember that he has other urgent things to do and leave in a hurry.
Obviously, this place where the Muggle Repelling Curse and the cover-up spell have been cast is the branch of the French Ministry of Magic that cultivates and studies magical plants.
And at this moment, a fierce battle is happening here!
"Smoky."
Lily recited the incantation of the Smoke Curse with that indifferent voice that seemed to have no fluctuations at any time.
In the next second, thick white smoke enveloped the entire greenhouse, making those long vines that were originally driven by the employees of the French Ministry of Magic to attack lose their targets.
Employees of the Ministry of Magic who were notified only today and were about to be transferred urgently, but had not yet had time, were blocked by Lily and Kingsley among the dozens of greenhouses.
(end of this chapter)