Chapter 358 The Broken Door

News from our newspaper (correspondent Penguin) Recently, a horrific and vicious incident occurred in Salem, a small town in the northeastern United States. ) actually openly arrested Muggles and underage wizards to carry out inhumane and anti-human experiments here.

It is reported that the purpose of the experiment is to study the principle of the evil magic props buried underground in Salem, and hope to put related technologies into the armament of MACUSA. This evil magic item is related to the despicable Hai Erbo, a black wizard thousands of years ago. Three weeks before the incident broke out, the International Federation of Wizards had just passed a proposal initiated by MACUSA to destroy Hai Erbo's remaining magic weapon. It's even more sarcastic.

Salem has a close relationship with the establishment of MACUSA. After the famous Salem witch trial broke out in 1692, MACUSA was established under the call of the first speaker, Josiah Jackson, hoping to unite North American wizards and lead They come out of the post-event dilemma. Today, more than two hundred years later, under the leadership of Mr. Millhouse Jackson, the great-great-grandson of Josiah Jackson, North American wizards abandoned the creeds of their ancestors and opened Pandora's Box with their own hands.

According to people familiar with the matter, the disclosure of this illegal experiment came from two Hogwarts students who went to the United States to visit friends—Mr. The deeds of the adventurers of the Tournament are turned down to the fourth edition), they disembarked in Boston Bay, encountered an American Auror attack on the way to the former residence of the famous Muggle poet Longfellow in the northeast, and stubbornly resisted the enemy's offensive Finally, they waited for the rescue of righteous people.

In the process of wandering here, the two young wizards discovered these inhuman experiments, and inadvertently unearthed the relationship between MACUSA and the famous anti-wizard organization New Salem Mercy (also known as Second Salem, Relevant content is forwarded to the third edition) Obscure connection...

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"Snapped!"

A big hand slammed a thick stack of newspapers on the desk, and Millhouse Jackson, then the chairman of the Magical Congress of America, stared angrily at the silent congressmen in front of him, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out.

In the conference room on the top floor of the Wizarding Space in the Woolworth Building, Speaker Jackson clutched his hand that had lost consciousness due to too much force, and glanced at the surrounding MPs, who all shrank their necks, wishing to hide their heads in the Go under the shoulders.

Less than half of the people were seated in this usually magnificent meeting room at the moment, and the candles were not lighted. The slightly dim lighting made this place look like a magic black market trading site.

"Who can tell me what this is!" Speaker Jackson roared, "Didn't Picqueli just set off?! Why is there news now! And these top-secret information, did our people leak it! "

Speaker Jackson slammed on the desktop again, and the first page of the report was blown away by the wind, revealing a large photo on the back in the middle of the night - a group of American Aurors standing in the wilderness, facing a dilapidated building. In the hut, there was an unusually eye-catching young wizard in the crowd who was pointing his wand at the back of the head of the witch standing in the front. On the opposite side of the crowd, an equally young guy stood guard in front of the hut, firmly confronting the group of wizards.

This animated photo was filtered through a filter that Speaker Jackson had never seen before. The officials and Aurors were rendered in black tones like a group of dark wizards infected with dragon plague syphilis. The two young people looked like Is a righteous person.

"Who can tell me why, just after Picqueli arrived there, there was a report with photos?" Speaker Jackson continued to roar, "Why! They can pass through the layers of defenses of the Woolworth Building! Throw this costly newspaper on my desk!"

The surrounding councilors were silent for a while, and they stretched their hands under the table in unison. Amidst the murmur, almost everyone took out an identical newspaper.

"The Quibbler? Whose subscription is for Congress!"

Jackson's bloodshot and red eyes patrolled the faces of the congressman, as if he was about to pick out a raw one in the next second, "Is there no one? Did it fall from the sky?"

"I know, Lord Speaker," a voice came from the corner, "This is the meeting material that you ordered your secretary to send us before the meeting."

"I decided it?" Jackson pointed at himself, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted with anger. After a while, he recovered and asked with his forehead, "Where is Pierce? He is not a representative of New England." Why didn't you come to the meeting?"

"Speaker Picquery said he wanted to know the situation and took Pierce away."

"You can take a closer look, he is in this photo, lying on the ground is a little hard to find."

"..."

There was a long silence in the conference room, until the door suddenly opened and time began to flow again.

"My lord, the British Ministry of Magic sent a letter asking why we haven't carried out the Horcrux removal work."

A rash wizard broke in and said out of breath. After he spoke, several people broke into the conference room, and the conference room became noisy.

"I found it, Mr. Speaker. The two people in the photo are indeed students at Hogwarts. The blond-haired one was once the head of Nurmengard in Poland. We suspect that he may be a relative of Grindelwald. This matter should have been planned by Nurmengard."

"Sir, the representatives of those states are stuck downstairs and want to break into the meeting room."

"My lord, Daguerre, the most wanted criminal, rescued Tina Gold from the temporary prison... Scamander."

"Sir, the members who did not attend the meeting also received newspapers."

"Master Speaker..."

"Damn it, that's enough!" Jackson waved his hands angrily, and the door of the meeting room was slammed shut, shutting out the noisy voices.

"Damn it, what kind of newspaper is this?"

Jackson sat down on his luxurious chair, but now he felt that this moderately soft and hard chair was damn hard on his butt, but he didn't care so much, and flipped through the newspaper to the last page On the first page, the various heart-wrenching reports in the middle made his head hurt even more. Finally, on the last page, a piece of silver metal inlaid between the papers appeared in front of him. It was about the size of a business card, with a The symbol he is least willing to face - the mark of the Deathly Hallows, Grindelwald's logo, at the bottom of the symbol, a line of words for him is engraved in beautiful small characters: "For the trial version of the speaker, follow-up subscription Please keep your hand over the nameplate."

"Numrmengard..."

Jackson leaned weakly on the back of the uncomfortable chair, stretched out his hand, and covered the metal sheet in front of him.

The moment he stretched out his hand, the newspaper suddenly flipped on its own, and letters flew out of the report, forming paragraphs of words that looked like advertisements but were actually threatening in the sky above the conference room:

[The Quibbler, produced by Nurmengard, brings you the truth under whitewashing peace. 】

[With the support of Nurmengard's production and transmission technology, we promise that the original appearance of the event will be presented to your desk within half an hour after the occurrence, so that you can know the world without leaving home. 】

[This newspaper does not use owl post to protect the cleanliness of your study windowsill. 】

[We guarantee: all over the world, delivered at the same time! 】

"All over the world?"

Speaker Jackson looked at the lead-like advertisement above his head, and knocked on the table weakly. The clerk beside him handed over a cigarette in a colorful manner, which was placed above the no-smoking sign.

"Speaker, if the instigator of this practice is an emerging force like Nurmengard, this should be a threat," a congressman blindly analyzed, "They may need the support of our discourse in the international community, so they made this move."

"Shut up." Jackson stretched out his wand, but the flame at the tip of the wand couldn't be aimed at the cigarette butt. He wanted to spit it to the ground, but the cigarette holder was stuck by the saliva on his lips. He lowered his head, Shen Sheng said, "You don't know Grindelwald at all, he can really do this kind of thing."

"boom!"

The door was blasted from the outside, and several stinking wizards broke in together. It seemed that the visitor was not friendly. Jackson looked at the person who came, it was a familiar face he had a meeting with a few weeks ago—International Federation of Wizards In addition to the participants of the meeting, there is also the youth representative of the British Wizengamot, Albus Dumbledore.

"It seems that Mr. Jackson is very leisurely, and he still has time to smoke now." An old man who looked very grumpy waved his wand, and a fireball the size of a washbasin flew towards Jackson's face, "Why? Don't order?"

"Millhouse, you have really disgraced your ancestors. If it hadn't been for those two young people passing by, we wouldn't dare to imagine what would have happened," an elderly witch said slowly, "You What do you want to do? Control Second Salem, study Horcruxes, if you can't beat Grindelwald, are you going to join him?"

The clerk on the side tried his best to block the flying fireball, but how could he be able to bear the spiciness of Lao Jiang? The fireball deftly avoided obstacles like a big golden snitch, and exploded suddenly at a distance of one meter away from Jackson's face , burned the eyebrows, beard, and hair on his face into charcoal, but he did light the saliva-stained cigarette.

"Speaker Jackson, we have received a newspaper," the old man who threw the fireball threw the newspaper that everyone present had read on the ground, and said with a sinister smile, "You are really doing well in front of wizards all over the world." It's a sight to behold."

Like an elementary school student trying to play dead to avoid homework spot checks, Jackson lowered his head and said nothing.

"Mr. Jackson," Dumbledore stepped out of the crowd and asked seriously, "Is everything in the report true?"

"Ah? Really?" Jackson's mind was filled with a crisis that he had never encountered this time, and his thinking ability was greatly restricted. Hearing Dumbledore's question at this moment, he seemed to grasp the straw, He said loudly, "Grindelwald! All this is a conspiracy by Grindelwald! He wants to subvert the wizarding world in the United States, you must stop him! Albus, you must stop him!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door that had just been closed opened again with a "bang". Magfeng rushed in, found Dumbledore who was at the front of the crowd, supported his knees, and said out of breath, "I just went there, Saw Tom and Nelson, they're all right, just a little out of whack..."

"That's good..." Dumbledore nodded, "Minerva, don't worry, speak slowly."

"But the situation there is worse than what was written in the report. There are traces of black magic everywhere, and even Grindelwald himself is there to rescue the wounded... Since Haierbo's Horcrux was leaked, they have captured a total of Four hundred and seventy-five Muggles and thirty-seven young wizards were killed, plus the original 800 people in the Second Salem resident, most of whom were Muggles, a total of 1,000 people participated in that battle test!"

"A thousand people?" Dumbledore frowned. "They saved a thousand people?"

"No... Albus, most of them were burnt to ashes, and they were not buried, and they were piled up in a small house there," McGonagall panted heavily, with emotions fluctuating even more than breath fluctuations, "According to Nelson, there were only fifty people left in the end. He rescued forty-five people. Before I left, only thirty-two of the forty-five people survived!"

"hiss……"

All eyes were focused on Jackson's face.

His mind was running fast, and he was almost about to emit green smoke. Suddenly, an idea popped up—"Yes, they have no evidence, as long as I destroy those materials in advance and push this matter to—"

"boom!"

The door rang again, and the antique wooden door finally couldn't bear today's continuous torture. The door and its frame fell off the wall, and an Auror rushed in, with a mournful face, and shouted, "Mr Speaker, Tina and the wanted The criminals raided the secret place together, Newt Scamander blocked the outside, we can't get in... Ah, who are you?"

"boom!"

How can the door be opened again after falling? Just when everyone was wondering, Speaker Jackson had fallen limply on his desk.

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"I'm very interested in your proposal to 'pay the price'."

At the second Salem station, Nelson, who had received the parchment report again, tore the parchment to pieces angrily, but after turning around to face Picquery, he replaced Binbin in just a second. A polite smile.

"But I have a more reasonable proposal."

"We will definitely satisfy you, Nurmengard, and Mr. Grindelwald." Piqueli wiped the sweat from his brow, and said happily, "Just say it."

"Well, since you said that you will be responsible for your definite mistakes, then naturally I can't fall behind."

Nelson wrung his fingers and said slowly: "Four hundred and seventy-five, thirty-seven, plus eight hundred and forty-eight, the total is... how much is it?"

"One thousand three hundred and sixty people, one thousand three hundred and sixty people here died because of the greed of the Magical Congress of America."

Tom said in a low voice behind Picquery, now he can't wait to stick his wand into the old hag's head.

"What an astonishing number, a 2.5% survival rate, Tom, I feel like I've never seen so many people in my life," Nelson said with a big smile on his face, "I'm not very good at putting a price on life , but one life and one life can indeed be equated."

"You—" Piqueli secretly thought something was wrong.

"Hush, let me finish," Nelson raised his index finger to his lips, and Tom also used his wand to force Picquery to shut up, "I will also be responsible for my 'confirmed... mistakes', injured Auror here , I will take the responsibility. If you want to lose money or arrest me, I am willing to catch me without a fight, but you need to pay the same sincere price for the innocent victims here. I just don’t know. person?"