Ted and Dumbledore felt that something was wrong when they noticed frequent earthquakes in Paris that evening.
But, after all, this is France.
If two British guys, one old and one young, dare to point fingers here, they might be expelled from the French Ministry of Magic.
And at the time, neither of them thought it would be big.
By the time night fell, the fluctuations in magic power underground had become so great that it was a bit scary.
Even some ordinary people who are born with high perception attributes can feel "a coolness under their feet rushing straight to the back of their heads."
The dozen zombies that sprang out from the ground have already bitten dozens of people.
That's right, everyone is running around on the street at night now, it's like running around on the street, trying to get a bite.
Although there were more people alive, once the crowd started to commotion, it would be like people trampling on people, and they would run away like crazy.
If this were in the United States, someone would have pulled out a gun to shoot those biting "people".
Of course, if they find that the gun they rely on for life cannot be used, they will be 10,000 times more panicked than the French people now!
At this time, what are the French officials and the Ministry of Magic doing?
They had just sat down at a table for a meeting.
According to regulations, the two sides cannot have formal meetings.
Just to organize such a meeting, we negotiated for nearly five hours!
It requires signature confirmation from eighteen departments in total from both parties!
At this time, dozens of people who had been bitten and killed by zombies had begun to be controlled by the undead curse and turned into new zombies.
And most of them have spread to several urban areas, starting to harm and infect others.
These eighteen departments can be called eighteen levels of hell!
Fortunately, there are always reliable people in a country.
General Mitterrand, who was away on a visit, returned home urgently, declared a state of emergency, and ordered the implementation of military control over 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 for a meeting as soon as possible, and both parties must cooperate wholeheartedly to quell the riot.
"Now it is certain that some monsters are attacking citizens! And they are contagious!"
"I hope the wizards can give us a solution and help us control the situation!"
"No matter the cost! Paris will never fall!"
At this time, sporadic soldiers had already encountered the zombies.
They soon discovered that these monsters, which had almost no sanity and only knew how to attack people, had no weaknesses!
Even if half of his head was shot off by a bullet, he could still stagger forward.
They were even forced to use incendiary bombs to completely burn them to charcoal.
It's not like in the movie, where you can just watch the zombies approaching and not even know how to run away.
After all, it is a violent organization, so it will not be manipulated by these trashiest undead.
This problem was immediately learned by the superiors and conveyed to various teams: shrink the team, attack the monsters with fire, and at the same time identify the injured who were attacked by the monsters...
It has to be said that for modern teams, there is still a way to deal with 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 that the restaurant turns on when ordering.
The real big stuff is still underground!
When the sweaty French Minister of Magic lowered his head and said these words to Commander Mitterrand, the old man's face turned dark!
"Are you magicians so dangerous?!"
Hearing the unkind tone, the minister hurriedly explained: "It's definitely not us wizards. We wizards... don't have this ability either!"
After all, even ten years ago, Voldemort, who turned Great Britain upside down and was known as the second generation Dark Lord, only killed a dozen or twenty Muggles.
The first Dark Lord Grindelwald just... wanted to burn Paris?
But didn’t he succeed?
Dumbledore stopped him!
right! Dumbledore! Call someone! Call someone~
This is definitely not our own business at the French Ministry of Magic, it is the business of all wizards! If this continues, the confidentiality law will be abolished.
We need support!
Fudge was sleeping soundly at the time.
After all, when he first took office two years ago, he had secretly planned to hold the Quidditch World Cup during his tenure!
This move is a solid political achievement!
I did this by myself~
Now his waist is extremely hard. The mood can be said to be quite comfortable.
As a result, I was woken up by someone knocking on the door in the middle of the night, saying that it was the French Ministry of Magic asking for help.
"Ask for help? Just send a few Aurors and a team of strikers and that's it! Are you going to bother me with something like this?" Fudge impatiently tried to close the door.
The men quickly blocked the door: "The International Federation of Wizards has also received news!"
"What? Why didn't you tell me earlier? You can't tell the difference, right?" Fudge was anxious.
The French Ministry of Magic was nothing compared to the Wizards' Federation, and he couldn'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 re-elected!
Just as he was changing into his pajamas, his subordinate explained: "We have received a letter from the Federation, asking us to help the French Ministry of Magic to prevent the secrecy law from invalidating."
"The confidentiality law failed? What happened?"
The subordinates quickly said briefly.
Fudge smiled evilly: "Then they are really unlucky."
Fudge remembered about a year ago, when he was really worried.
Hundreds of people in two small towns were harmed by magical creatures, which alarmed the Queen!
Dealing with this matter between myself and those Muggles would make me scratch my head.
Later, Dumbledore actually led his Order of the Phoenix to fight the magma giant and stole the show... It was very uncomfortable anyway!
Well now, my neighbor is even more unlucky than me. Something is wrong in the capital, Paris is blocked! It also alarmed the Wizards Federation...
Hahahaha~ Suddenly I am no longer the unlucky one.
"Oh, by the way. How are the prices of dragon products these days?" Fudge suddenly asked.
The subordinate immediately smiled charmingly and said: "Slight increase, slight increase~ It's all thanks to the minister's strategizing to stabilize the price of dragon products!"
Fudge smiled and nodded, put on his hat, and pushed out the door.
Good guy, the price of dragon products has already risen to the point of causing public dissatisfaction during the summer vacation last year, and it is still rising now.
And just because the increase is small, they all feel that they have made a big contribution.
It's really amazing.
…
It was obvious that 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 connections.
In fact, neither Ted nor Dumbledore left Paris that night.
After all, something unusual happened here, and both wanted to wait and see what would happen next.
As a result, the French Minister of Magic contacted Dumbledore and asked him to help.
Dumbledore looked at Paris, where the entire city was darkened, and agreed.
In fact, in just over an hour, the special team, with the help of the wizard, had already brought the situation under control.
Those zombies have been caught, and the biters have been controlled.
But for a moment, the curse made people helpless and almost waiting for death.
The French Ministry of Magic was very troubled by this. Many people were walking around, busy and sweating profusely.
At this time Dumbledore arrived: "Minister Fran, our St. Mungo's Hospital has the antidote to this magical curse. Send someone quickly to get it before there is time to save people!"
Minister Fran is the French Minister of Magic, "Okay! I'll send someone right now!"
Just as Minister Fran was arranging for people to take the international floo network to St. Mungo's Hospital in the UK, a wizard from the French Ministry of Magic muttered: "Why do they British guys have the antidote?"
How high is Ted's perception attribute now? He turned around and said, "Sir, the reason why we have the antidote is thanks to you!"
Everyone was shocked and didn't know what was going on.
Looking at Dumbledore again, it was as if he hadn't heard at all, looking at the ceiling and pretending to be deaf.
Ted didn't care about that and continued: "Because just last autumn, a dark wizard escaped from France to England, and the news you passed to us a little later made him do a lot of evil things..."
"This curse was created by the dark wizard, and we developed the magic potion at a great cost."
"Do you think it's all 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 moment, leaving only embarrassment and a little shame.
At first I wanted to see the joke of this "hundred-year friendly" neighbor, but I didn't expect that in the end the joke came back to me, and the joke came back to me.
However, Minister Neville Furlong did not pay attention to Ted's ridicule, but grasped the key point: "You mean, this matter has something to do with the dark wizard back then!"
Ted nodded: "It's certain. After all, only that wizard has this kind of curse that can resurrect the dead. He even fought against Dumbledore."
"What?" Everyone looked at Dumbledore.
Dumbledore just nodded, thinking about how the dark wizard from another world survived?
How to deal with it this time!
At this time, Ted asked: "Excuse me, what is there underground in Paris that attracted him?"
"What is it?" Minister Fran's expression suddenly changed. "You said that dark wizard can resurrect the dead?! Can dead bones also do it?"
Ted nodded: "Yes! And it can also be spelled into different types!"
Anyway, I tried my best to reveal the information. How much you can think of is your business.
"Oops!" Minister Fran broke into cold sweat.
"Stop him! Stop him quickly!"
Six million!
Thanks to book friends "Senior Baida" and "Tail Number 5028" for the 100 reward~
(End of chapter)
