Vol 2 Chapter 1242: ?Get up from the wheelchair

The purebloods here have retreated back to the conference room, and several of them were locked out of the door slowly, knocking on the door, but the people in the house had already reached a tacit understanding, and the guards who had been left in the house by distant relatives outside the door had been removed , And other guards are constantly applying layers of protective magic to the doors and windows of this room.
The room was filled with anxiety, as if the end was coming, and many people began to cry.
For these pure-bloods who have always been pampered, the usual struggles with each other basically do not involve life, and more are just the struggle for wealth and power. Even if it involves killing, they will not come forward in person. So just now, for them, many people are facing death at such close range for the first time, facing such a scene.
In the process of escaping, Burst saw one of his bodyguards dead in front of him, so that he was trembling all over, his mouth was half open, and he let out a hoarse scream, like a knife split his chest. He was killed by him. 'S guards entered the conference room in a truss-the fear of being knocked on the door from someone who was shut outside now strengthened his fear.
Bojin didn't have the usual expression of being a shopkeeper at this time. He looked better than the others, but he did not speak for a long time.
"Calm down!" Herbert Bok looked ugly on the wheelchair. He was pushed around quickly just now, which seemed to make him a little uncomfortable, but he and his housekeeper seemed to be the most calm people in the house. "Alf Reid, how many minutes are there?"
"Master, there are still seven minutes to the hour..." The butler looked calm but still a little annoyed, "I'm sorry, we should be more careful and get more door keys..."
"The guards are too incompetent..." Herbert Bock didn't have any emotions. He looked at the doors and windows and pointed, "Everything, using Transfiguration, the doors and windows are turned into metal cover and sealed, and then a layer of protection is added. ...Fleeing to a foreign country, they can't control the place...their so-called evidence is just planting for persecuting us.
The battle outside the meeting room soon ended and there was no sound. The armed Auror had cleared the corridor, and several leaders surrounded the meeting room where the pure blood gathered.
"They closed this room with many spells, and they continue to strengthen it." Victor lowered his head slightly and said in a deep voice, "Someone just heard them calling for the door key, they must be trying to delay their escape."
Penello climbed upside down on the ceiling and heard that she followed a thick silver spider silk from above back to the ground, and then waved her cheeks that could break the devil, mockingly: "They want beauty. ?let me do it."
"Penello, let me come faster... You retreat down the stairs." Albert's voice is extremely cold? Although his father's previous assassination did not suffer too much substantial damage? But it also makes the usual comparison. Tolerant and honest, he kept holding a breath? "They like explosions, so I will explode them."
The Auror’s order forbids the corridor on the second floor to be emptied soon. After Albert has done some protection on the floor, a huge gray beast that resembles a rhinoceros appears in his place just now. There is a big sharp horn on the nose, and the tail is like a long rope. It is the image of Albert's Animagus, the poisonous horned beast-its sturdy body has crushed the surrounding walls? Floor underneath It almost couldn't bear its weight, crackling and shaking? But that was enough for Albert to throw its venom-filled horns toward the door.
A few minutes later.
Rufus Scrimgeour, director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, led a team of patrolling Aurors and walked in through the four open and broken doors.
Behind Scrimgeour's gold-rimmed glasses are a pair of sharp eyes that capture the form of the room. Unlike the simple and neat style of the past, he was shocked by the scene before him: several corpses were displayed on the ground. There are also piles of burnt ashes.
And upstairs are the broken bricks and shingles after the explosion? A corpse's leg drooped from the gap of the broken guardrail. A group of half-dead pure blood is intact except those surrenders who have lost their wands and hug their heads. The other wizards are more or less wounded? And these people are all with a thick hemp rope. At the same time, it seems to be stunned? Some people can't help but groan in pain.
Scrimgeour was so startled that his voice seemed to have become hoarse, and his tone of voice accidentally revealed a trill: "What is going on?!"
But none of the Aurors brought by Albert to answer him? They were doing their own things? It seemed that they hadn't seen Scrimgeour. Scrimgeour cursed in his heart? An unstoppable anger flashed in his eyes, and a deep wrinkle stretched from his clenched lips to his somewhat wide chin.
Scrimgeour didn't ask about the situation at all. He made a calm face and glanced over the corpses. Suddenly, he walked quickly into the hall, squatted down in front of the goatee wizard's corpse, and said furiously: "Isn't this the patriarch of the Selwyn family! No one has notified me of such a big event this time? I'm still your office director!"
Albert was walking slowly downstairs with Victor, his face was stained with blood, but he didn't seem to want to wipe it.
"Albert, do you know what you are doing? Why are you acting like this?" Scrimgeour slowly turned around and stood up after seeing Alan, his tan hair swaying with his anger, unable to suppress his anger." Even if they are suspects! But when does the Auror have the right to harm prisoners at will? They should be tried by the Magic Law Enforcement Division, not just lose their lives like this!"
"Director Scrimgeour, in the event of an armed resistance, the Auror has the right to use force... It is the Law Enforcement Department who ordered us without your consent." Albert looked directly at Scrimgeour, "And these deaths Most of the fallen wizards have used unforgivable spells on Aurors, and their wands can prove this with flashback spells."
"Albert, even if they used the Unforgivable Curse, they are still imprisoned for life according to the law!" Scrimgeour's bushy eyebrows furrowed, and his sharp eyes met Albert.
"Director Scrimgeour, are you trying to make fun of our armed Auror's life?" A young Auror with short brown hair flushed and glared at Scrimgeour. "Does the director mean to face us? When using the unforgivable spell, give up the legal right to fire the Ministry of Magic granted us in this situation so that their spell threatens us?"
"Of course I didn't mean it!" Scrimgeour stared at an Auror angrily, "but you obviously have the advantage, there is no need to kill..."
"My companion was just hit by the Heartbreaking Curse and is now sent to the treatment facility!" Like a beast that was forced to embarrass, he was waiting for an opportunity to fight back. "The training we received to arm the Auror is the first time to disarm The threat of using this spell!"
"Enough, Otto! This is our director! Pay attention to your identity!" Albert first said out, and then pulled the team behind him, "Director, maybe your patrol Auror can do it in this situation. Accurately arrest them without hurting them... and I hope you can detect this when the next explosion occurs." Then he nodded slightly at the same time as a salute, "Director, I will not be with you. We have to fix this before the illusion disappears. The house won't let the Muggles notice."
After finishing talking, Albert took his Aurors without looking back to help other Aurors repair the Muggle houses that had been restored for most of them-because this house was used a lot by the pure-blooded guards. The black magic curse ~EbookFREE.me~ If you want to restore the original, you must first get rid of the remaining magical energy of those spells, so it takes a little longer than usual to directly restore the original instant repair. .
Feeling the air currents set off by Albert and the others passing by, Scrimgeour's chest was full of anger, like a bomb that was about to explode when Yi Shun pulled a fuse.
"Uh ah ah!!!"
Suddenly there was a scream from upstairs, Scrimgeour's purple cheeks twitched because of his anger, and he rushed upstairs with these patrol Aurors in a daze. They all took a breath of cold air on the huge platform on which they were going. The scene of the explosion was much more serious than the damage it seemed from below.
Although it did not seem to have collapsed, the corridor outside the corridor was messed up by the upturned wooden planks and the messy masonry of the walls. The roof of this area had been blown up. The British afternoon light penetrated from the gloomy sky. A large hole in the conference room was broken in the wall of the corridor.
Penello's unique accent that belongs to the spider form sounded in it: "One last time, old man, get me up from the wheelchair..."