Harry Potter: It's just a billion points of dark magic

When Leicester formed a small group and prepared for a secret meeting, the dark wizards of Azkaban were also acting.

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In central London, a single-family house is covered with flint and hard sedimentary rock.

Various sculptures made of sedimentary rock and flint are scattered throughout the villa estate.

It may seem strange to others, but to the Flint family, this is their family tradition.

The Flint family, one of the 28 pure-blood families, was punished for supporting Voldemort, but the ancestral home remained in the center of London, near the British Ministry of Magic.

This is said to be the safest place in the entire wizarding world besides Hogwarts, because as long as someone dares to commit a crime here, a large number of Aurors will immediately rush out from the nearby Ministry of Magic to arrest him.

Alexey Flint would sit in the living room on time every night and enjoy the British evening tea.

Especially today, Flint Manor welcomed a special friend, a senior official from the Ministry of Magic.

"Mr. Flint, I heard that your son Marcus is very talented, and he is still serving as the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch house team. He is really young and promising!"

With a smile on his face, Fudge took a sip of black tea and said with a smile: "With your child's talent, he can represent our England national team in the World Cup."

"Hahaha, Mr. Fudge was joking." Alexei knew that Fudge would say nice things again, but he still couldn't help laughing.

If a person whose status is inferior to his own praises his son, he will not take it to heart at all.

But this Fudge in front of him is definitely not a simple guy.

Don't think that he is a good old man just by looking at his smiling face. In fact, Alexei knows that Fudge is now one of the most powerful candidates for the Minister of Magic.

Since the last Azkaban riot scandal, Minister Barnes and Noble's political career is over.

Even if he made a timely remedy in the public opinion, the people in the magic world didn't trust Bano at all.

Now Minister Barnes and Noble's term of office is about to come, and various forces can't wait to make an appearance.

And the Fudge in front of him is one of the most powerful candidates for the Minister of Magic, and at the same time, he is also the candidate closest to the pure-blood nobles.

Alexey laughed and said, "Mr. Fudge is joking. Marcus is just the captain of the Slytherin team. If he is allowed to play in the World Cup, he is still not satisfactory."

"Marcus, a child, often told me that his biggest dream is to become a member of the Ministry of Magic's Wizengamot. Haha, he is a child. Do you know what the Wizengamot represents?"

It seemed to be joking, but Alexey stared at Fudge, wanting to see his reaction.

And Fudge didn't disappoint him either, and said lightly: "Mr. Flint, I'm afraid you don't know something. There will be a large number of vacancies in the Wizengamot seats in the near future, and the magic world is about to change."

Alexei's heart skipped a beat. He knew that two factions in the Ministry of Magic were fighting, but he didn't expect that the situation had become so cruel, and the Wizengamot's seats were all fixed.

Didn't Fudge mean to drive out all the opponents?

Thinking about it this way, Alexei couldn't care less about being reserved. Did he know that many pure-blood families had secretly invested in Fudge.

"Mr. Fudge heard that you are running for the Minister of Magic. If you are willing, our Flint family is willing to support you to run for the Minister of Magic."

Old Flint is old and sophisticated, and Fudge is also a political courtesan. The two old foxes don't bother to pretend now, and just open the skylight to speak honestly.

"We, the Flint family, are willing to lower the price of Floo to help you run for minister"

"At the same time, we will also create momentum for you in the Daily Prophet. I only hope that the Minister will not forget the Flint family in the future."

Fudge also patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry, Mr. Flint, as long as I become the Minister of Magic, I will never forget your Flint family."

"You and your child Marcus will both receive a seat in the Wizengamot, and your child will also receive a Medal of Honor, Second Class, of the Order of Merlin."

Fudge said confidently: "As long as your child graduates from Hogwarts, he can become an Auror, and in a chance encounter, he cracked a major smuggling case, and finally became a hero and was awarded a member of the Merlin Sir Order "

"At the same time, our Ministry of Magic will also carry out a crackdown on the illegal Floo network in the magic world, to ensure that only your Flint family's Floo network is the only Floo network in the magic world."

Hearing this, Old Flint nodded in satisfaction, and smiled at Fudge, the two of them smiled strangely like old foxes who had just successfully stolen a chicken.

With the support of the Flint family, Fudge is more confident of becoming a minister.

The Flint family has also obtained Fudge's political asylum. As long as Fudge succeeds in the election, the Flint family will also skyrocket in the future.

The two old foxes were very satisfied with this transaction. They picked up a cup of black tea and took a sip. Only then did Old Flint have a chance to savor it carefully.

Fudge is also a good learner, tasting the black tea that belongs exclusively to the Flint family.

When the two of them closed their eyes and rested their minds, they were startled by a huge explosion outside.

Someone bombed the villa with a blasting spell, the distance is right at the door!

Old Flint, who was a Death Eater, was naturally not a waste. Unlike the panicked Fudge, Old Flint immediately pulled out the wand from his waist.

Like an old wolf, he stared at the door of the room.

This is the ancestral home of the Flint family, surrounded by dozens of dark wizards for protection, and next to it is the heavily guarded Ministry of Magic.

Not to mention, Fudge, a candidate for minister who is afraid of death, brought dozens of Aurors with him after he came out this time.

Old Flint believed that no one could enter their Flint Manor unless they were the Death Eaters under Voldemort.

Listening to the fierce fighting and deafening explosions outside the room, Old Flint frowned, but he still did not forget to comfort Fudge at this time.

"Mr. Fudge, don't worry, Flint's ancestral home is very safe. This is probably a group of wild wizards who don't even know about our Flint family."

Fudge pretended to be calm and nodded, yes, this is the ancestral home of the Flint family, what kind of gangsters can rush here?

Gradually, Fudge regained his nature as a politician, sat on the chair with a smile on his face, no longer flustered.

But on the contrary, Old Flint, the experienced Death Eater, did look increasingly ugly.

Fudge is a flower in a greenhouse, and he has not been in any danger on weekdays, but he, Flint, was a Death Eater who licked blood on the tip of a knife.

Even though he didn't walk out of the room, through the screams and explosions outside, Flint found in disbelief that the bandits seemed to be coming!

Boom~

Avada eats a big melon~

thunderbolt explosion~

The roar of the Killing Curse, the roar of the Explosive Curse, and all kinds of shrill screams soon filled the villa.