radicalducati Chapter 634: All sins are on me
Chapter 634: All sins are on me
France.
At a farm outside Toulouse.
A girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old was holding a wand and firing disarming spells at a glass bottle on a wooden stand not far away that was used as a target.
The continuous magic release obviously put a lot of burden on the girl.
In addition, the temperature increased in the afternoon.
So under the sunshine, the girl's forehead was already covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat.
Not far away from her, No. 1 and Norton were quietly watching the girl's practice.
"What's the point of doing this?"
Seeing No. 1 nodding with satisfaction, Norton said with some confusion, "Although this child has talents with the blessing of 'blood', it is too late after all, and there is no way to form combat power in a short time." of."
No. 1 said without looking back:
"So what? Sometimes we can't do things completely from a utilitarian point of view. After all, we are humans, not machines. It is true that as you said, this child's talent is not enough for her to be interested in us. How much help does the career provide.
But at least her smile is cute, isn't it? "
The voice of No. 1 is gentle and warm, giving people a feeling of spring breeze blowing on their face.
However, when Norton heard this, a look of seriousness appeared on his face.
He walked a few steps quickly, stood in front of No. 1, and said word by word:
"I hope you understand that she is not our mother!"
No. 1's gaze was forced to shift to Norton.
The two looked at each other quietly. After a long time, No. 1 sighed and said:
"I think you misunderstood. But that doesn't matter. Since you said so, let's talk about business. The ongoing mediation meeting at the International Federation of Wizards should have preliminary results, right? "
As soon as No. 1 finished speaking, a wizard shrouded in black robes appeared out of thin air beside the two of them.
He held a roll of parchment over with extremely respectful hands.
No. 1 took the parchment, glanced at it a few times, and then threw it to Norton and said:
"They failed. They failed completely. It looks like you are going to die."
Norton was not even interested in looking at the parchment and said directly:
"This has been expected for a long time. How could those idiots from the French Ministry of Magic be the opponents of Link Foley and Dumbledore? It is normal to lose, but I did not expect it to happen so quickly. According to the time estimate, this should only be the first day of the meeting, and the meeting lasted less than two hours, right?"
"Those old antiques from the International Federation of Wizards are also idiots. Perhaps in their view, the power controlled by the French Ministry of Magic is not of the same dimension as that of the Chinese Ministry of Magic, right? They prefer the Chinese Ministry of Magic and Xiang Lin It's right for K. Foley to show his kindness. A weak country has no diplomacy, which means the scene is just a little ugly."
"Indeed, it's understandable, but what worries me more is, what are you going to do next?"
"I just said you deserve to die."
"No problem, I should have died a long time ago, but I don't want any more casualties among the teachers and students of Beauxbatons. They have already shed enough blood for our cause."
"I can assure you that I will not force or induce them to die. As for whether they will be too excited and throw themselves into the fire, that is what you need to deal with."
"Thank you, your guarantee is enough."
Norton let out a long sigh, and his tense muscles gradually relaxed at this moment, and his heart that had been hanging on him could finally let go.
At the same time, the black-robed wizard who came to deliver the message to No. 1 took out a bottle of magic potion and drank it without hesitation.
His figure gradually became distorted, and finally, he transformed into Norton's appearance.
"Am I like?"
A hoarse voice sounded from the mouth of the black-robed 'Norton'.
Zhen Norton rubbed his chin, looked at him for a while, then nodded and said:
"There doesn't seem to be much problem on the outside, but the voice and demeanor are a little strange. Don't talk or delay when you take action. Just do it."
The black-robed 'Norton' nodded, pressed the door key in his hand and disappeared instantly.
"Okay, I should go too."
Upon seeing this, True Norton said to No. 1, "If we don't go back, those students will go crazy again."
"Are you going to go back as Norton?"
"Of course not. This time I will become Norton's son, Little Norton, to take over the original Norton's position at Beauxbatons. This will make my power and prestige decrease, but for the sake of 'Old Norton' In terms of face, there shouldn’t be much of a problem.”
"You can take care of it yourself, I'm just asking casually."
"No one dares to lie to you, at least I don't, so I think it's better to make things clear to you. Using the identity of Little Norton is purely because I am used to the name Norton and don't want to change it. You know, change My identity is more harmful to my spirit. After all, my soul is inherently incomplete and I can easily get a disease. What is that disease called? Oh, by the way, schizophrenia..."
No. 1 did not respond to Norton's thoughts.
In his opinion, this was simply a sign of Norton's over-excitement after hearing that he would not attack Beauxbatons again.
Of course, the more important reason is.
The girl not far away has completed her training and is running towards this side.
The sun shone on her long black hair, emitting a soft halo, making the smiling and trotting girl look like an angel.
Looking at this scene, an imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of No. 1's mouth.
"It's a waste of your 'blood' to use it on her. She has no fighting talent. At least she has no talent at all in terms of shooting accuracy. Did you notice that the ten targets just now, she But it took nearly thirty rounds of disarming spells to hit all of them. At Beauxbatons’s level, it would be very difficult to get a top grade in the OWL Charms Practical Examination.”
Norton's slightly teasing voice sounded again.
The smile on the corner of No. 1's mouth disappeared instantly when he heard this. He suddenly turned his head to look at Norton's position, but Norton disappeared under the blessing of the Apparition Spell as soon as he finished speaking.
This made No. 1 purse her lips tightly.
The girl not far away obviously heard what Norton just said, and her footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Yes...I'm sorry, Master, I've embarrassed you, I'm useless."
The girl lowered her head and choked with red eyes.
"No, it's not your fault." A warm smile appeared on No. 1's face again, "Your level is already pretty good. That guy Norton is just slandering you."
"But Professor Norton is the acting principal of Beauxbatons. He should be the best professor in the world, right?"
"The best professor? Just him? Ha! My good boy, you can tell jokes to make me happy. I'm so happy. But you really don't need to take his words to heart, because Norton, he is just a A third-rate professor has no teaching ability at all.”
"really?"
"Of course it's true. You know, when Norton was young, he went to Hogwarts to apply for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Can you guess what the then principal of Hogwarts replied to him?"
"That must be a warm welcome. After all, Professor Norton is so kind and powerful."
"On the contrary, the principal rejected him. And although his words were tactful, his attitude was very firm!"
"Why? Professor Norton is obviously so outstanding!"
"Of course it's because the principal... he's scared! To be more precise, they are all scared to death! Afraid of Norton! Hahahaha!"
No. 1 burst into laughter as he spoke.
Under the girl's puzzled gaze, he smiled so wildly that... tears kept falling.
at the same time.
In the hall of the French Ministry of Magic.
The flow of people is constantly flowing from the entrance passages of each section to the central hall, and then through the automatic checkpoint at the end of the hall, they are diverted to various departments.
This is a personnel flow system that is far more efficient than the Ministry of Magic of the United States.
It is precisely this structure that makes the flow of people in the entire hall even in the afternoon far exceed that of the Ministry of Magic in the Republic of China during the peak hours when the flow of people is the highest.
This is just the norm for the French Ministry of Magic.
Thanks to the complete and prosperous business system of Lionheart Street, the French Ministry of Magic will never lack businessmen who want to apply for business activities, as well as tourists from various countries who come to apply for visa procedures and want to visit the French magical world. .
The black-robed Norton suddenly appeared in a small teleportation channel of the French Ministry of Magic.
This is a special transmission channel exclusively for Portkeys.
Therefore, the flow of people is less than that of other channels, but it is still permanently unbearable.
The black-robed Norton was rushed towards the central hall of the French Ministry of Magic under the crowd.
Here, his hooded look doesn't attract much attention.
As a culturally open country in France, there are many people who dress more bizarrely than him.
This is the same even in a formal and serious occasion like the French Ministry of Magic.
On the contrary, it was after he took the initiative to stop that he attracted everyone's attention.
There was too much traffic in the central hall.
It's like a crowded highway here. Every 'car' must strictly abide by traffic order to ensure a smooth and efficient passage.
At this moment, the sudden stop of the black-robed Norton was obviously a violation.
This will cause road congestion.
Sure enough, after a while, many people around him who had to slow down their pace because of the black-robed Norton cast angry looks at him.
A few of them had bad tempers and even started to yell and curse.
I believe that if the lobby hadn't been too crowded, they would have rushed over to give Norton the black robe a few slaps to let him know the importance of obeying traffic rules.
However, faced with so much malice and dissatisfaction, Black Robe Norton didn't care.
He stood firmly in the waves of people like a lighthouse. He raised his head slightly and stared at the constellation pattern painted on the ceiling of the dome and the emblem of the French Ministry of Magic hanging slightly further away.
The coat of arms is different from other Ministry of Magic emblems.
The coat of arms of the French Ministry of Magic has a unique kind of beauty.
It uses the famous French tricolor as the background color, combined with iconic patterns such as the cap badge and the Phrygian cap, which together form a beautiful scene - looking from a little further away, it looks like a beautiful girl is watching. French tricolor flag.
The meaning of this pattern is freedom, equality and fraternity.
This is also the philosophy that the French Ministry of Magic adhered to when it was first founded.
Staring at the badge, the black-robed Norton sighed deeply, and then took off the hood that concealed his face.
The next moment, the scoldings, complaints and dissatisfaction that originally surrounded him disappeared instantly.
Everyone stared blankly at his exposed face.
"Professor Norton? Is that you?"
"You must be right, right? Professor Norton! It's great to see you here!"
"Oh! Merlin! Please forgive me, I just insulted a hero, I really deserve to die!"
"Professor Norton, my child goes to school in Beauxbatons! How is he doing?"
"What are you talking about! Professor Norton, come here quickly and take my place. There are few people in front of me!"
……
The crowd is roaring!
Everyone was struggling to get closer to Norton.
It was as if Norton was surrounded by a holy light, and the closer people were to Norton, the more they could bathe in this holy light and enjoy great glory.
In fact it is.
Although Norton's previous revenge plan against Gringotts and Hogwarts failed, this did not prevent French wizards from respecting others at all.
From the perspective of French wizards, Norton is a real hero!
Faced with such a favor, the black-robed Norton could only keep smiling and nodding.
In the end, he was quickly pushed to the front of the line by the surging and enthusiastic crowd.
The people who were originally at the front of the queue scrambled to give up their positions, hoping to let Norton go first.
During the whole process, no one objected, no one complained, and no one asked why Norton was here.
Everyone just looked at Norton with eager eyes. Even the receptionist sitting near the checkpoint and the patrol beaters stood up straight and looked at the black-robed Norton respectfully.
It stands to reason that in such an atmosphere, as a hero, Norton should start speaking.
This is what everyone hopes for.
They are eager to hear the voice of the hero Norton, even if it is just a meaningless chatter.
This can make their sad and low mood become exciting again.
Norton clearly heard what the people around him were saying.
His mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to speak.
But in the end, he seemed to remember something and closed his mouth again.
The black-robed Norton smiled apologetically at everyone, then took out his wand, used the wand as a pen and magic power as ink, and began to write in the air:
I'm guilty
I will receive the punishment I deserve
Give my blood and bones back to the land that raised me
But the French wizarding world is not guilty
Beauxbatons not guilty
Please don't punish them
All sins are placed on me
……
Under the control of the black-robed Norton, the luminous words gradually rose into the air, magnified, and finally hung under the badge of the French Ministry of Magic, projected into everyone's eyes.
And just when everyone was looking at that paragraph of text, puzzled.
The black-robed Norton smiled and put the tip of his staff against his chin.
boom--
Red light now!
The head of the black-robed Norton exploded instantly.
Red and white liquid splashed all over the people around him.
It also splattered on the coat of arms of the French Ministry of Magic.
The liquid dripped down the cheek of the girl on the badge, just like a tear of blood!
And as the headless body of the black-robed Norton fell, the crowd stirred again.
Screams and cries filled the hall.
The people who were splashed with plasma desperately wanted to escape, but the crowd outside was frantically trying to get closer to the direction where the black-robed Norton's body was.
Under the squeeze between the two parties, many were directly submerged in the surging crowd.
A stampede tragedy is about to happen.
"Stop for me!"
A terrifying and violent shout like a dragon's roar suddenly sounded.
The chaotic crowd didn't know if they were frightened, but they miraculously quieted down, and looked at the place where the sound came from at a loss.
There were three Aurors in uniform.
They looked young, like fresh graduates from Beauxbatons.
"Professor Norton, he died for us!"
The young man in the middle roared with red eyes, "We have failed the mediation meeting organized by the International Federation of Wizards! Those despicable beasts from the Ministry of Magic of China want us to hand over Professor Norton, and they want us to Give up our dignity!
wake up!Everyone!
Our ministers and officials are simply unreliable!
They are only safeguarding their own interests!
They are colluding with the Ministry of Magic of the United States and the International Federation of Wizards, and have already sold our lives, dignity and wealth, along with Professor Norton!
In their eyes, we are just a bunch of livestock that can be taken and taken away from us!
What a sad fate!
What a dirty world!
I will never come again! "
The crowd in the hall looked at the three young Aurors silently.
Many people are filled with doubts.
Because honestly speaking, people have feelings for the French Ministry of Magic.
For so many years, the wizards living in this land have been protected by the French Ministry of Magic.
Generally speaking, although the minister and that group of officials have bad personal ethics, they are still getting their work done.
Not to mention that the French Ministry of Magic is becoming more and more prosperous under their leadership.
So when many people hear these words, their first reaction is to question them.
It's a pity that their questioning voices never had the opportunity to express their doubts to the three young Aurors.
Because at the next moment, the three young Aurors also pressed their wands against their chins.
"No, children, no..."
An old woman cried and squeezed towards the checkpoint, waving her arms vigorously as if to stop it.
But what responded to her was the bright smiles on the faces of the young Aurors and the sound of three explosions connected together.
Three more headless corpses fell.
But this is just the beginning.
The receptionist at the checkpoint, the beater on patrol...
Almost all employees of the French Ministry of Magic at the scene raised their wands.
Boom boom boom...
The smell of blood in the hall gradually became stronger.
Warm black-red blood spread from under the dozens of corpses.
The smooth floor of the hall of the French Ministry of Magic was dyed red.
It also dyed the eyes of everyone in the hall red.