[Main HP Comprehensive British-American] Lolita - Chapter 63

Victoria drew her sword, blood spattered on her face, and Millison fell backward, dead on the hard rock.

The rest of the cultists were disarmed by Voldemort’s men, tied together by ropes, and watched in horror as the wizards had gained the upper hand.

People came and went, the dead young Aurors were carefully covered with cloth, the night was drawing to a close, the morning light was beginning to shine, and the crystallized grass on Mount Sacarillo was a grim gray and white.

Larry ran over excitedly, “I caught the scene of you killing Barnold!”

In fact, he doesn’t know how he suddenly burst into courage, left the rock where he was hiding, and took this photo.

The reporter then mumbled, “The boss will definitely give me a promotion,” and Victoria interrupted him, “Please take another picture,” she said. “Don’t post a scene like that.”

Larry froze for a moment, remembering the help the girl had given him these days, and nodded reluctantly.

“Actually they don’t feel like they’re the bad side.”

Voldemort walked over to her and she turned to the man.

“It’s normal. They’re practicing their beliefs, and we need to protect ours,” he said.

“I’m surprised, when did you start admitting that inferior Muggles have faith?”

The man laughed helplessly. “I still hate Muggles, Victoria, but suddenly I understand how cruel and ruthless people who are loyal to a certain belief can be when defending it, whether they have magic or not. I underestimated them.”

Victoria’s hand held Voldemort’s lightly, and the others could only see the two of them standing side by side under the cover of the wide winter robes.

Voldemort separated her fingers with his hands, changing from a normal clasp to a clasp.

“I miss you so much,” Victoria said.

“That’s not what you said in the interview,” he said in a deliberately resentful tone.

She was not amused: “I know your danger, I know I don’t agree with you, Tom…” All emotions turned into a sigh, “I’ve been fighting the fire. You are too dazzling… too dazzling.”

“Did you ask that reporter to take pictures again?” The man mentioned another thing.

“Yes, but—”

Before she could even look suspicious, Voldemort took her hand and walked towards Larry, their interlocking hands suddenly exposed to everyone’s eyes.

Larry raised the camera timidly, and Merlin knew that he was probably more nervous than the dangerous moment just now. Seeing that Voldemort was already frowning impatiently, his hands shook again.

The scene in front of him was something he could not have dreamed of. Lord Voldemort, who was almost the uncrowned king of the wizarding world, was gently holding the hand of a girl who was not well-known and was even yelled at by Moody a few hours earlier. .

Everything happened so suddenly, Victoria’s left hand was held by Voldemort, and her right hand was still holding the **** Gryffindor sword, looking a little nervous when facing the camera.

The man looked down at her, and reached out to wipe off the blood that hadn’t been wiped off her face. At this moment, Larry had another flash of inspiration and pressed the shutter decisively.

They were so compatible, Larry looked at the man and woman in front of him, remembered the scene when Victoria raised the sword just now, and somewhat spurned the thought in his mind about the girl climbing up the powerful.

“Are you sure you don’t choose the first picture?” Voldemort asked. “This is the last step in your creation, Victoria, and your status will be unshakable when you log out.”

It turned out that the man had guessed her plan with Dumbledore, but it was not surprising that he had always been so clever.

She hesitated, then shook her head. “I don’t think people need to face blood.”

“You’re too kind, and that’s why you’ll never win over someone like me. Violence moves them more than tenderness, especially when you’re fighting for them. Some things will never be known until you tell them.”

“The meaning is in what is done, not in being remembered.”

Voldemort shrugged noncommittally, no longer bothered about it.

A few hours later they received a letter from Grindelwald, it turned out that at the same time they fell into the trap, Germany and Britain were also in the same predicament.

At first, they attacked the wizard’s village as if irrational, and after being counterattacked, they pretended to run away, and when the wizard thought that the victory was in their hands, they chased them without defense.

Germany and Britain were not as lucky to have Victoria as they were, and the people they sent were almost slaughtered irresistibly.

Therefore, the Tri-Nation Alliance, which had just held its first meeting, urgently assembled again——

“We need to change our tactics,” Voldemort said briefly. “Wizards can’t afford such attrition.”

“But since Millison Barnold is dead,” the French Minister hesitated, “Muggles alone can’t make a bigger storm.”

“I think Mr. Voldemort meant, cut the grass and root,” Grindelwald said with a half-smiling smile.

“These people can’t be killed.” Victoria showed an expression of disapproval. Since the battle of Millison, she has never been despised by these officials.

Dumbledore also said, “Victoria is right, Catholicism is one of the three major religions, with believers all over the world, they can consume us even if they use human sea tactics. Furthermore, Muggle hot weapons have developed to At a level unimaginable for wizards, if we openly fight against the entire Muggle community, we will definitely lose.”

“But the problem now is that the Catholic Church has clearly declared war on us,” said a German official. “It is impossible for us not to take measures.”

But what exactly is the perfect solution? Everyone knows well that the reason why the Holy See dares to act like this is that they are blindly confident in Millison’s ability, and that they hold the biggest handle of wizards: wizards are not known by most Muggles.

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

The Statute of Secrecy was never meant to protect Muggles, but wizards.

So the only way out is…

“Negotiate,” Voldemort said. “We can sign a truce. I’d like to take charge of that.”

There is no vengeance and justice, no heroism and blood. This is real life.

“I’ll go with you,” Victoria said.

“I think it’s better to be an older candidate—”

“Milison must have put something in place to prevent wizards from approaching the Pope,” Victoria interrupted the German official bluntly, “I don’t think you can successfully enter the Vatican, and in my eyes, all laws can be modified. of.”

“I have a better idea,” Grindelwald said to Dumbledore, turning his wand in one hand after everyone had left, “but unfortunately you won’t agree.”

“Shut up Gellert,” said Dumbledore wearily. “I won’t allow you to start another world war.”

Grindelwald’s method is very simple. Since wizards don’t only kill Muggles, let Muggles and Muggles kill each other. He successfully used the Imperius Curse to create World War II, and is confident that he will succeed again.

“Okay,” the old man shrugged, “but it’s all for you, Albus.”

“What did you say?”

“For you, for you, for you,” Grindelwald repeated impatiently.

Dumbledore smiled thoughtfully. “Thanks to you, it suddenly dawned on me that maybe I shouldn’t be so worried about Tom.”

The German man gave a “tsk”, “I said long ago that he looks tough, but in fact, he has been controlled by that little girl for a long time.”

The next day, after all the staff of the Daily Prophet stayed up all night, the latest reports on the war were also sent to each household by owls one by one.

And Victoria, still surprised when she saw the headlines of the day.

The report tells the story of her rescuing Moody and the others, with her drawing her sword angrily and stabbing Millison in the chest.

“Tom,” she murmured, laughing.

He was right, she was one step away from an unshakable hero, and this time he helped her through it.

After a while another owl flew in, and Victoria opened the package it had delivered. It was a photo of her holding a sword in her right hand and holding Voldemort in her left, and the man turned to wipe her face. blood on it.

Behind the photo is the man’s powerful handwriting: may you never lose these shining moments.

The author has something to say: As of 2015, the number of Catholics was 1.254 billion, while the number of wizards in the British magic circle was 3,000 to 4,000. Even if it is extremely optimistic that the number of wizards in the world can add up to one million, it is still too few. Moreover, everyone must have a reasonable understanding of the wizard’s fighting ability. Masters like V and Lao Deng who can fight against one hundred may produce one in 50 years. Ordinary people may not be able to cast a disarming spell correctly, let alone a silent spell.

Under these two conditions, even if Muggles don’t know magic, but they have the capital to send a thousand people to spend with one wizard, will wizards or Muggles become extinct in the end? Wizards are arrogant, but they are not stupid.

Don’t feel that after such a big battle it turns into a negotiation. Politics is a game of compromise. Heroes beat bad guys are fairy tales, not reality.