The ceremony of the greendevo family was quite smooth.

    Dumbledore could not help but shed two lines of excited blood and tears.

    Put this aside for the time being.

    Let''s look to the "land of freedom" tens of thousands of miles away.

    A small town in Wyoming, America.

    At night, more than a dozen Aurors gathered outside the town, their faces all with Su Sha.

    The first one looked at his team and said in a deep voice.

    "Gentlemen, are you ready?"

    "Of course, boss, let''s go and kill that son of a bitch!"

    "Avenge Monroe!"

    "Blood for blood!"

    This operation is very dangerous. Before them, dozens of good fighters have died in the mouth of monsters, and even the corpses have not been found in the capital

    Not at all, they are the last cards of the American Ministry of magic.

    Therefore, this action must not be lost!

    "Let''s go!"

    The first Auror looked solemn and took the lead with a magic wand.

    The dark wind blows and the owl crows.

    There was no one in the street.

    The town, which had a peaceful scene three days ago, has now become a veritable "ghost town"!

    And the culprit.

    It''s the monster who calls himself the "Lord of darkness" - Voldemort!

    "Ha ha, another group of Aurors who are not afraid of death."

    In the dark, a pair of blood red eyes stared at the every move of the team of Aurors.

    He was about 1.4 meters tall and his whole body swelled like a balloon full of air.

    But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the body surface it supports is not covered with skin, but squirming flesh and blood.

    Flesh and blood make up countless distorted and painful fuzzy faces, which look extremely frightening.

    This is the Dark Lord Voldemort who completely gives up his human identity and focuses on improving his power!

    "Master, isn''t that right?"

    Peter was beside Voldemort, smiling sadly.

    He had changed his clean clothes, but his sneaky look became more and more obvious.

    When he came to this "dream land", he realized the happiness he had never experienced in decades.

    Free America, kill every day.

    Following Voldemort, he fished a lot of soup, and his childhood became more and more moist.

    "Absorbing the power of this team of wizards is comparable to hundreds of Muggles before."

    In Voldemort''s eyes, human life is no longer human life.

    It''s a string of numbers.

    A Muggle can increase his strength by one thousandth.

    A wizard can increase his power by 1%.

    Just as man never remembers how much bread he ate, he has long forgotten how many people he killed since he opened his heart to kill.

    All he knew was that he was getting stronger and stronger, even vaguely surpassing his previous peak.

    It''s not impossible to reach Sauron''s realm all the time!

    Voldemort was going to love the Muggles who were powerless and the wizards who came to die.

    "Master, after this vote, we have to find our goal again."

    Peters had no doubt about Voldemort''s power.

    Without Soren, without Dumbledore.

    The Dark Lord is the master of this land!

    But Peter was still worried

    He was worried that he and Voldemort would make too much noise and attract some real strong people.

    If Dumbledore came across the sea, where else could they escape?

    Far east?

    Let''s not.

    The magic of the East has more western details. Voldemort and he may not get along well there now.

    To be content, to know how to cherish.

    "We''ll talk about it then."

    Voldemort couldn''t hear anything.

    Now in his eyes, only that team of Aurors, or those fresh flesh and blood!

    "Be a part of me..."

    He murmured to himself and crept into the darkness.

    "Master, come on!"

    Peter waved his fist exaggerated, hid in the corner and watched Voldemort open another bloody feast.

    Eat!

    The more you eat, the more powerful Voldemort is, Peter The safer perudi is.

    Gluttony is no longer the original sin.

    Gluttony is virtue!

    .......

    [the mysterious monster slaughters again, and the magic world is in panic!]

    [what is our magic Council doing! Who guarantees the safety of Wizards?]

    [the International Magic League officially raised the danger level of American magic world. How can American wizards protect themselves!]

    It''s a mess. It''s all a mess.

    Mysterious monsters are like the sword of Damocles hanging overhead all the time, threatening everyone''s life.

    First Arizona, Colorado, then California, New Mexico, Wyoming.

    Terror is rampant in the western United States, but Auror of the Ministry of magic is frequently defeated.

    No security.

    There''s no safety anywhere!

    The monster not only killed wizards, but also Muggles.

    Or, to put it another way.

    That monster will kill everyone he sees!

    New York, American magic Congress (Ministry of magic).

    The American magic Congress is the main governing body of the American magic society. Unlike the American Muggle government, the American magic Congress adopts a unicameral system.

    But today, the magic Council has had the biggest debate in history.

    "We must admit that Congress cannot solve the monster alone!"

    "You mean, let''s bow to those damn guys in Europe? No, I won''t agree!"

    "Face! Face! Face! You know face! Go and have a look and see how much combat power we have! What can we do if we don''t ask the international magic alliance for help?"

    "I believe that we in America will get through this difficulty. God bless America!"

    "Hahaha, this is the funniest joke I''ve heard this year. You can kill monsters by sitting in the office praying all day? Wake up! It''s 1996, not 1696!"

    "Gentlemen, stop arguing. Don''t forget, it''s parliament now..."

    "Fuck your parliament, a bunch of useless pigs!"

    The Supreme Council is like a vegetable market for all kinds of people.

    Swearing, silent, indifferent, impassioned.

    But the Wizards in suits discussed for three hours and still couldn''t come up with a definite and feasible plan.

    Alone?

    Ask the International Magic Union for help?

    No one can make up his mind.

    "Enough!"

    Finally, Samuel g. kohogg, the speaker who presided over the Congress and President of the American magic Congress, patted the table.

    "Don''t make any noise!"

    Mr. President, he is very dignified. As soon as he opens his mouth, he suppresses those witches who are full of gunpowder.

    "This is a major test of the American magic world, even more serious than the" Bigfoot rebellion "in 1892.

    I, Samuel g. kohogg, in the name of the president of the magic Congress, announced that this incident would be handled by the International Magic Union.

    Gentlemen and ladies, prayer is useless and war is justified.

    This is a real war!

    I''m done.

    Who is for it and who is against it? "

    (end of this volume)