An unprecedented noise came from the hospital, and the strong shake caused terrible cracks in the glass around the floor. Rodris coughed with half of his body buried under the collapsed debris.
Although he managed to dodge the direct impact of the curse in time, the collapsed wall behind him caused him more harm. Blood ran down his forehead, covering half of Rodris's eyes.
"Don't move, abandon resistance. While you are unconscious, I will heal you."
In the haze, he felt the silver-haired witch with a wand quickly approaching, and a pure English accent coming from the front. He felt the girl lifting her fist again.
Rodris tried to focus, waving his right hand and picking up the wand that had fallen to the side.
[Phantom Shift]— Destion — [Outskirts of Salzburg]
Snap.
With a burst of fireworks, the man's figure disappeared among the ruins, leaving only a small puddle of blood.
"..."
Looking at the suddenly disappearing martyred-looking witch, Elena looked up at the clock. In half an hour, she could escape with Grindelwald.
Fortunately, under her control, no significant harm was caused to any person. It would be simpler if Professor Dumbledore finally helped. After the two witches were slightly healed and had each received two injections of anesthetic, they should be able to contact the Ministry of Magic personnel.
However, does it seem to be getting larger and more noticeable? "I hope Professor Dumbledore doesn't have heart problems."
Elena shook her head and continued to walk comfortably. But speaking of, it really was comfortable to fight.
...
On the outskirts of Salzburg, a dusty and cursed wizard suddenly appeared at the edge of the road.
"Rodris, what's wrong? Cross and Joseph Auror?"
Feeling the fluctuation of magical power, the wizards who were following the positioning coordinates issued by Rodris turned their heads and looked at the embarrassed wizard, their faces changing drastically.
"Hurry... Quickly save them... just, that... muggle hospital in Salzburg."
"Who is the enemy? How many are there?"
"I don't know, but we only encountered a girl who seemed to be less than ten years old. She..."
As he said this, a expression of panic and confusion appeared on Rodris's face, and he shook his head. He still hasn't understood what kind of being they have encountered.
...
Ten minutes later, in the hallway where the battle was taking place in the hospital in Salzburg.
"Are you telling me that all the most outstanding and capable employees of Austria were brought down by a witch who is less than ten years old?"
Papa Rohill, who arrived at the scene, observed the four Ministry of Magic employees lying neatly in front of her, surrounded by dozens of equally grim-faced wizards.
A wizard glanced at Poppy Rothschild with a fearful face and said cautiously.
"I'm sorry, Director Rothschild. According to the magical traces at the scene, in addition to these four wizards, there was really only a trace of magical activity from a girl from start to finish. However, the other party doesn't seem too malicious. She provided them with a certain degree of treatment before leaving."
"Then why haven't they woken up yet?"
Papa Rohir frowned. "Haven't they used even a simple recovery spell?"
"We tried using magic spells to wake them up directly, but we found that, in addition to Muggle-style anesthesia, they seemed to have been affected by an extraordinarily powerful memory-blanking spell, with extremely complex magic."
The witch swallowed carefully. "Forcibly awakening them could trigger unfathomable things, so we concluded that we should quietly wait for the effects of the Muggle potion to dissipate."
At that moment, two more wizards appeared in the hallway.
"Excuse me, Lord Rothschild, we have searched the entire building and could not find the girl described by Rodris. All magical images and traces were completely cut off. There is no doubt that there is a very powerful wizard in front, and..."
The two wizards looked at each other, pulled out a blank medical history chart and placed it in Papa Rohill's hands. "And we found this. We believe you should take a look at it."
"What is this for? It's just a blank medical history chart." Papa Rohill frowned and shook the chart in confusion.
"This is the medical history chart next to Mr. George Max's bed. Although the top medical history has been torn off, we can still restore some of the writing at the top based on the mark."
"What is it?"
Pope Rothschild raised her eyebrows, sliding her fingers thoughtfully across the chart. She knew that her employees wouldn't provide meaningless information.
"This?"
The witch's eyes widened sharply, she violently turned her head and looked incredulously at the two wizards in front of her, "Who else knows about this besides you?"
"That's enough," said the two wizards shaking their heads, their faces extremely serious.
"I understand," nodded Papa Rohir and looked deeply at Salzburg under the night window, placing the medical history chart in her arms, "This mission is over, we withdraw. Ministry of Magic, allow me to explain."
"But Director Rothschild, isn't that precisely what we did? Our Auror office was injured because of you," a witch who was next to Pope Roshir frowned. "At least you should give us a reason..."
Just then, a harsh alarm sounded outside the window.
Red and blue lights of police cars intertwined and dazzling headlights illuminated from all directions.
Along with the loudspeaker's shout, some red spots appeared on the wizards near the window.
"People inside, listen, this is the Federal Police Agency of Austria! You are surrounded, do not attempt to resist, surrender, raise your hands where we can see them and come out slowly."
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