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Chapter 467: Maxime's Slap
Chapter 467: Maxime's Slap
The situation had changed so quickly that in an instant, the hooded wizards who had been dominating the scene were all lying on the ground, having lost their fighting ability.
Whether it was Mr. Weasley, Bill, or Charlie, they all felt like they were dreaming.
"Did support arrive?" Charlie asked, turning his head to look around.
Mr. Weasley didn't speak, just stared at the spot where the last hooded wizard had fallen, frowning slightly.
At that moment, the air around them suddenly rippled.
Kyle, who had just dispelled the Disillusionment Charm, waved at them and said, "How are you? Are you injured?"
"Why did you come here!" Mr. Weasley said with a stern face, "It's dangerous here, go back to the woods quickly!"
"Dangerous?"
Kyle turned to look at the wizards lying on the ground, twisted and contorted, "It's fine... I think it should be okay."
"Did you do this?" Bill asked incredulously.
"It's also a matter of luck... They were too careless." Kyle nodded, then reached out and carefully removed the Stinging Kale from their legs.
Mr. Weasley's movements were quick, and the wizards didn't struggle much before they were knocked unconscious. So the Stinging Kale was still in good condition, at most with a little skin abrasion.
Not bad, they could still be used next time.
Mr. Weasley watched his movements, and his mouth twitched.
Although the Stinging Kale was not as dangerous as the venomous tentacles and was a prohibited trade product, it was not something that anyone could cultivate casually. It required a lot of paperwork and a visit to the Ministry of Magic.
For Kyle to casually throw out seven or eight of them was strictly not allowed.
But since there was no one else around at the moment, Mr. Weasley silently turned his face away, pretending not to have seen anything.
Bill and Charlie did the same, and the three of them silently bent down and started picking up the wands on the ground.
Then, as they picked up the last wand, the one with a snake head, Mr. Weasley's eyes lit up.
In his impression, only one person would use such an exaggerated wand decoration.
He quickly walked back and lifted the hoods and masks of all the wizards.
"Yaxley... Crabbe... Lucius Wood..." Mr. Weasley called out their names one by one.
"Goyle... And, Malfoy!"
Especially when he saw the last person, even though the crisis had not been completely resolved yet, Mr. Weasley couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Now, how are you going to wriggle out of this!" he said happily.
From the beginning, he had guessed that among these people, there must be Lucius Malfoy, the troublemaker, but there was no evidence.
Now, with the evidence and the culprit caught, he was done for! Mr. Weasley had never been so happy. If the timing had been different, he would have loved to call a few friends for a good drink.
"Thump, thump..."
At that moment, heavy footsteps could be heard nearby, and a giant figure over three meters tall ran over from a distance.
With each step she took, Kyle could feel the ground trembling slightly.
"Gabrielle... Nova... Casar... Oh thank God, you're all here!"
"Principal Maxime!"
Upon seeing the newcomer, the few young wizards who had been huddled together, shivering, immediately became excited. They cried and ran towards her, hugging Maxime's legs and speaking in French, occasionally pointing at Kyle and Mr. Weasley.
Then, Maxime walked over with them.
"Thank you!" she said sincerely, "I am Oliva Maximus, the principal of Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Thank you for saving them."
"It's okay, anyone would have done the same." Mr. Weasley said, looking up.
To be honest, when he first saw Headmistress Maxime, he momentarily suspected that she might be Hagrid’s relative.
She was simply too big… Mr. Weasley, who wasn’t short by any means, only reached her waist when they stood together.
“Oh, I didn’t notice earlier…”
Maxime’s gaze suddenly fell on Kyle. “I thought we’d meet again, but I didn’t expect it would be under these circumstances… Gabrielle has told me everything. Thank you for saving them.”
“It’s nothing, really, it was all thanks to Mr. Weasley,” Kyle smiled, “I just happened to arrive and helped a little.”
“This is already quite impressive,” Headmistress Maxime said, her tone tinged with a hint of irritation. “Unlike some people who are unbearably proud in their lives, then, panicking in emergencies, and even losing their own classmates! I should have brought Fleur. At least she wouldn’t have disgraced Beauxbatons.”
The more Maxime talked, the angrier she became. With a belly full of fire, she directly vented her frustration on the bound individuals.
Before anyone could react, she slapped one of them hard across the face.
Being slapped by a half-giant, the consequences were predictable.
The forceful slap sent the bound group flying, and when they landed, they crashed through a tent and rolling quite a distance.
“Oh… Merlin!” Mr. Weasley hurriedly went after them.
“Sorry…” Maxime’s thoughts seemed to clear a bit. “But don’t worry, I know my limits. They shouldn’t die.”
Kyle glanced at the teeth on the ground, uncertain about Maxime’s words.
However, he didn’t dwell on it much, casually asking, “Is Fleur not here to watch the match?”
“She has other commitments… preparing for another grand event.” Maxime smiled, “But you two of you should meet her soon.”
Kyle nodded.
Maxime needed to quickly move these children to safety, so she didn’t stay long. After thanking the Weasleys once more, she left.
The surrounding chaos continued, Mr. Weasley found a random tent, threw the bound individuals inside, and instructed Charlie and Kyle to stay and watch them.
As for himself, he had to continue helping.
There were too many rioting wizards, at least two hundred and fifty, and the Ministry of Magic’s manpower was insufficient.
“Wait!” Kyle called out to him, but Weasley didn’t even, running out of the tent without turning back.
Charlie, who wanted to join Bill in helping, was torn between his desire to stay with Kyle and his worry about leaving him alone.
But, in the end, the battle, though not as intense, seemed much more relaxed out. wizards and aurors had arrived. In the distance, a group of strike forces and aurors office director, Scrimgeur,, looked like an enraged lion, raised his wand from a distance.
Behind him, the aurors and and strike force cast disarming spells and and stun curses that out the riot.
The remaining rioters quickly fell apart.
(End of Chapter)
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