Hogwarts Card System Chapter 305

Chapter 304: I’m Watching Your Attitude~

French President Milang had just visited the zombies, his face ashen.

Those zombies had completely lost their minds, only knowing how to pounce on living people.

An hour ago, he was a French citizen; now, he had become a monster. His blood was coagulated and thick, his limbs stiff and dry, devoid of pain and fear…

This terrifying… oh, curse, was extremely dangerous.

Highly contagious, even without being bitten, one could still be cursed through other contact, though the incubation period would be much longer in such cases.

And once infected, there was still no cure.

Although the English side claimed to have an “antidote” and had gone to retrieve it, the President didn’t hold much hope.

He understood what the British were like.

If not stealing wasn’t Italy, and not robbing wasn’t France, then stealing and robbing was England!

Oh, the last line was: daily gunfights in America…

“Implement the strictest isolation and protection! Deploy our emergency forces, with the most sophisticated equipment! Enter a state of war! Send messages to neighboring countries; I need to have urgent calls with their leaders. Contact the EU…”

A flurry of orders was issued, with over a dozen executive officers scurrying to relay them. The Élysée Palace was brightly lit and heavily armed.

“What did you say?!” Even as one of the permanent five members of the UN Security Council, Mitterrand, despite his profound composure, lost his composure and exclaimed loudly upon hearing the news.

Minister Fran of the French Ministry of Magic had just delivered news to him, news worse than his worst-case scenario.

Initially, he had treated the undead curse as a severe infectious disease.

After all, curses, magic, and such were still somewhat difficult for him to comprehend and relate to.

But no infectious disease could make dead bones stand up and attack people again!

“You mean, the enemy might be underground, trying to resurrect the bones in the catacombs?”

Minister Fran could only nod aggrievedly: Why are you looking at me like that? They’re not our people; we’re victims too~

“Bang!” He slammed the table. “Connect me to General Pitt. I want to see the special emergency forces in forty minutes; they need to go underground to search for the enemy!”

The Paris Catacombs accumulated about six million skeletons. Even if half had decomposed, there were still three million.

On average, one Parisian would have to fight one and a half skeletons?

Damn~

The thought of two to three million skeletons flooding the streets and alleys of Paris made President Mitterrand want to curse.

This was Paris! The capital of great France!

How could these evil magics be so repulsive!

They must be stopped! That scene must never be allowed to happen!

Facing this situation, the wizards naturally couldn’t stand idly by.

If large numbers of skeletons were already on the streets, the role of wizards would be very limited.

At that point, Paris might have to be shelled.

Modern forces would be far more effective than wizards then.

But now, to go into the narrow underground to stop or kill the enemy, the role of wizards became crucial.

The French Ministry of Magic dispatched sixty-odd elites, divided into ten teams, following special forces teams through various hidden entrances into the underground.

Minister Fran looked expectantly at Dumbledore: “Dumbledore, we need help! Before the International Confederation of Wizards’ support arrives…”

Dumbledore nodded, “I will find a way to delay their ritual magic, at least to buy you ten more hours…”

Dumbledore did not choose to go underground; his battlefield was not there.

Before starting this, he had to go to Austria first.

For a wizard like Dumbledore, going abroad was a matter of minutes.

Not to mention here, he was too familiar with it.

But when he looked up at the dark high tower before him, he knew he was too late.

It was already empty.

“Do you choose to come again?” Dumbledore murmured to himself.

The tower before him was called Nurmengard, one of the famous magical prisons, holding the first Dark Wizard, Grindelwald.

Compared to Voldemort’s pettiness, Grindelwald’s threat was greater.

Because he wanted wizards to rule Muggles.

This would cause a great war between wizards and Muggles.

After all, not all wizards were blind; they understood Muggles, knowing their numbers and strength.

All the wizards in the world combined might number a few hundred thousand, certainly less than a million, fewer than even a larger Muggle city.

Back in the Middle Ages, Muggles, with their numerical advantage and control of the mainstream world, had often dealt with wizards.

Now Muggles could fly out of Earth, could develop satellites and nuclear bombs.

To still want to rule Muggles was sheer madness.

Therefore, even if his ideal was beneficial to the entire wizarding community, countless people opposed him, with only a group of ambitious and extremely resentful wizards following Grindelwald.

But his eventual defeat also proved the point—he was defeated by Dumbledore, and the organization of the Saints disbanded on the spot.

It should be noted that at its peak, the organization of the Saints had nearly a hundred thousand wizards!

Although it might have been a vague number, mostly nominal.

That was still one-tenth of the wizarding community.

But if you couldn’t even integrate the wizarding community internally, let alone Muggles.

Everyone just went to bed.

But the Saint wizards who caused trouble back then didn’t all die! Or rather, most didn’t die.

Those elite core figures were probably all in their eighties, nineties, or even centenarians now.

But in the wizarding world, these old guys were the most dangerous.

Now, as Dumbledore had feared, Grindelwald had escaped Nurmengard during this major event that shook Europe.

If according to normal history, fifty years had passed since his defeat, almost all the members of the Saints organization had become disheartened and went into hiding, never mentioning the past.

Finally, Grindelwald was killed by Voldemort in the high tower a few years later. He didn’t even fight back.

But since the two good friends had their falling out, this world began to experience various changes, which undoubtedly gave many people other ideas.

Especially after Voldemort’s downfall more than ten years ago, the emergence of magical races from other worlds gave those old guys a strange sense of hope.

After all, change is always good, isn’t it?

In the Firelands incident last year, some core members of the Saints had already come to Nurmengard to rescue Grindelwald.

But Grindelwald refused, thinking it wasn’t the right time yet.

And just a few hours ago, when Paris was in chaos, he finally felt the time had come.

Grindelwald: Destroy Paris? I’m not dead yet! Someone is already inheriting my will?

Years ago, he almost set Paris on fire, but was stopped.

So, what will you do this time, Dumbledore?

…

Ted contacted his friends, telling them to come to Paris the next day.

This was a big spectacle, equivalent to a national-level event in a game—a great opportunity to level up and get equipment!

Afterward, he arranged magic circles in several locations in Paris, taking the opportunity to request many materials from the French Ministry of Magic and the French government.

He built twelve eighteen-meter-high iron towers around Paris, with self-refined crystal cores on their spires…

Initially, the French wizards didn’t want to bother with him. Dumbledore was gone, what was a half-grown kid like him?

Ted just showed off a little—he used a large transmutation circle to decompose a twelve-story old apartment building, which housed seven or eight zombies, into building materials.

At the same time, he also said: “It was you who sent us a letter requesting aid, not me who came looking for trouble.”

“Originally, I was going to leave after studying alchemy with Nicolas Flamel, but you invited Dumbledore, and he insisted on bringing me. If you don’t welcome me, I’ll just leave!”

With that, he put his hands behind his back, ready to activate teleportation.

It was Minister Fran who was flexible; he grabbed Ted and started speaking kindly.

In the current situation, driving away foreign aid would be foolish no matter what.

Since this young wizard was so powerful, he couldn’t be treated as an ordinary nobody.

Moreover, to be able to use alchemy to such an extent, perhaps his claim of studying alchemy with Nicolas Flamel was true, which made it even more important not to offend him.

Now was not the time to worry about face or be stingy with materials!

As long as it helped the situation, they would grant any request!

That’s why he could be a minister~

Seeing that the French were quite sensible, Ted took out his magical communication device.

Ted had given client devices to all the teams exploring the catacombs earlier.

If Ted found them impolite at this moment, he would truly just leave, and they could handle the rest themselves.

After all, it was only a few million skeletons; at worst, they could just blow up Paris. It wasn’t his home anyway.

(End of this chapter)