The Strongest Badger at Hogwarts

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At this moment, an incomprehensible force erupted from Mrs. Foley's body.

Clamped on the neck by those not-so-big hands and lifted it up, Old Kret couldn't break free for a while, and couldn't speak, so he could only stick out his tongue and kick and struggle.

Emily, who had a resolute face on the side, finally couldn't help her red eyes when she saw Mrs. Foley at this time.

With a whimper, he wanted to hug Mrs. Foley, but was pushed away roughly.

Mrs. Foley looked like a savage lioness right now.

Her ferocious face distorted by anger made everyone bow their heads in guilt.

You must know that although Link suddenly entered the "Mike Transformation State" on the battlefield before and gained power that could almost rival Voldemort, no one dared to guarantee that Link would come back safely this time.

Voldemort, that is a dark cloud that has hung over the entire magical world of the country for more than ten years!

Which one of these people here didn't grow up listening to the horror stories of Voldemort?

Even with Link's ideological transformation, most of these people still only dare to use the "mysterious man" to refer to Voldemort until today.

Among all the people, Old Klein was undoubtedly the most disturbed.

It was his order that Link lead the people to retreat first.

From the standpoint at the time, his decision was not wrong.

Because they had already become a drag on Link at that time, it would be good for Link to evacuate as soon as possible.

But at this moment, these things really must not be said.

Who knows how Mrs. Foley, in a rage, will understand what he's doing?

In fact, old Klein's worries were completely unnecessary.

Because Mrs. Foley didn't even think about investigating why these people came back but Link didn't come back.

At least I don't want to pursue it now.

I saw her wave her hand,

A shop window in the corner turned over to reveal a brand new fireplace.

"Everyone follow me back to Diagon Alley now, I want to..."

"No way!"

Before Mrs. Foley finished speaking, Old Kret interrupted through gritted teeth.

If it is said that Link has a higher chance of returning while on the battlefield, then after Mrs. Foley left, he would basically be dead.

This will directly lead to the complete collapse of the Foley family.

After all, if Link is really killed, then the Foley family still needs Mrs. Foley to take the helm.

However, Old Klein overlooked one point.

That is, all of Mrs. Foley's strength actually comes from Link.

It is because of such a silly son that she insists on doing things that even her husband can't do well, and demands perfection in everything.

Now that Link has an accident, she has no interest in continuing to deal with other people and other things at all.

Hearing Old Kret's voice, Mrs. Foley didn't say a word, but turned around and looked at him coldly.

Beckman, who had been silent by the side, drew out his wand and pointed it at Old Klein.

At the same time, dense footsteps sounded around the secret room.

Dozens of old saints wearing dark robes came out from every corner, together with a few old saints who had returned from the battlefield, surrounded the hunter and old Kret.

There was even a dark green light flickering on the tips of the sticks they were holding high.

As long as Beckman or Mrs. Foley gives an order, the death curse that is gathering momentum will pour out.

Seeing this, the hunters, who had already suffered heavy casualties, became panicked instantly.

Old Kelie was even more concerned.

As a centralized organization with Link as the absolute core and even a cult of personality, the shortcomings of the Foley family are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Link was fine.

Whether it is an old saint, a hunter, or some other people with ulterior motives, they will unconditionally choose to surrender.

But if something happens to Link, it's over.

The whole family will fall apart in an instant.

If you have to say it, the current situation may be better.

After all, it was only the west wind that overwhelmed the east wind. At least the Foley family would continue to exist after the hunters became smaller or even died out, but their strength would be much weakened.

Mrs. Foley was less sentimental than old Clay.

Ever since she knew that something might happen to Link, Mrs. Foley has returned to the tough and ruthless appearance that had controlled the Foley family for more than ten years.

She knew exactly what her father was up to.

But she doesn't care.

Because the behavior of old Klein and others coming back alone is even more damning!

Thinking of this, the murderous intent in Mrs. Foley's eyes became a little stronger.

But at this moment, another strong spatial fluctuation came from the secret room.

Circles of ripples twisted and stirred from the air. Sceffen and Newland appeared first, and fell hard to the ground, causing nosebleeds.

Immediately afterwards, Link's figure slowly emerged from the ripples.

"Link!"

"commander!"

"Patriarch!"

...

The confrontational atmosphere of the serious killing in the secret room disappeared in an instant.

Everyone was screaming and rushing towards Link.

Once again, Mrs. Foley and Emily show off their oddities.

They quickly pushed away the old saints or hunters who were in the way, and directly supported Link who fell to the ground and almost fell, and then quickly groped Link with his hands to check his injuries.

Although Mike has shown extremely high fighting qualities in previous battles.

But his desperate and insane style of play still caused Link to be covered with blue and black bruises of various sizes, and some places even rotted directly - this was caused by the erosive effect of Voldemort's blood mine.

Carefully counting Link's wounds, the tears of Mrs. Foley and Emily kept rolling down like pearls with broken strings.

Especially Mrs. Foley.

It was hard for her to imagine how dangerous the battle was that would cause Link to suffer so much damage.

Link's face twisted in pain from their actions, but he still reached out to wipe away the tears from their faces, and then he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The laughter was so crazy that the hunters who were still pushing forward in the secret room involuntarily stopped and looked at each other.

But the next moment, everyone saw Link holding up a pure gold cup.

This is Hufflepuff's gold cup.

It is also the ultimate goal of their trip.

The appearance of Jinbei reminded everyone.

Their task this time has been successfully completed.

Moreover, it was completed under the obstruction of Auror and Voldemort!

After a short period of sluggishness, deafening cheers erupted from the crowd.

Everyone who experienced that battle looked at Link in the center of the crowd with fanatical admiration, and even the few seriously injured wounded sat up and cheered for Link.

Only they know what Link has done.

That's Voldemort!

It is a terrifying existence that has reduced the country's wizard population by more than 30% (death plus immigration) in a few years.

Most of the wizards in the country will tremble with fear just hearing this name.

But so what?

Isn't it defeated by their Patriarch, Link Foley?

Yes, that's right.

In the eyes of all the hunters, Voldemort was defeated in this round!

And most importantly, Link is only less than twenty years old now!

A boy who is less than twenty years old already possesses power comparable to the top figures in the wizarding world, so if he waits for him to grow up for a few more years, what brilliant achievements will Link create?

No one in the room dared to jump to conclusions.

All they can do now is cheer!

Newland and Sceffen stared blankly at Link who was surrounded by the crowd, and forgot to wipe off the still bleeding nose.

By now, after seeing the gold cup in Link's hand, no matter how stupid they were, they already understood what happened.

But despite this, they are still in a dream.

When it comes to the outcome of the battle between Link and Voldemort alone, they are actually clearer than others.

Because at the last moment of the teleportation just now, they saw with their own eyes that terrifying beam of light that soared into the sky blasted off half of Voldemort's stomach!

This kind of thing that they dare not even imagine in their most ridiculous dreams is now actually happening in reality...

"Long live Your Excellency Foley!"

Sceff stood up abruptly, and began to cheer wildly.

After reacting, Newland also supported Sceffen to prop up his trembling and limp body, and joined the fanatical team.

At this moment, they, like everyone else here, firmly believe that Link will lead them to realize their ideals!

No matter how outrageous and absurd their ideals are!

"Button! Button! Where have you been? Get ready, we're having a party to celebrate!"

With Link's shouts, Button, the house elf, appeared in front of everyone out of thin air.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and saluted Link and Mrs. Foley, then shouted and started to get the house elves in the castle to get ready.

Seeing this, the crowd immediately thought of a burst of louder cheers!

...

The big guy really needs a banquet.

The previous battle put too much pressure on everyone, and even Link urgently needed to vent.

As a result, when everyone received preliminary treatment and saw the huge amount of delicious food put out by the little button, except for a few hunters who were seriously injured and dying, almost all active people threw themselves into the grand carnival.

All kinds of delicious dishes were eaten by everyone at will.

Wine is everyone's favourite.

Although Mrs. Foley and Emily have been persuading Link and the other wounded not to drink too much alcohol, no one is willing to pay any attention to them in the face of such a grand scene.

After listening to Link's story about Sceffen and Newland's release of Australian Opaleye to give Link a chance to escape, the two of them undoubtedly became the most popular presence at the banquet.

Even Mrs. Foley and Emily gave them a glass of wine with red-eyed toasts, not to mention the other bad taste hunters who wanted to get the young people drunk.

The enthusiasm of the crowd directly led to the fact that just after the night came, the hunters who gathered happily became drunk.

Surprisingly, Newland has not yet fallen down, he seems to have an inhuman talent in the resistance to alcohol.

Of course, it could also be cheating.

His face was flushed, and he struggled to push away the drunk Sceffen who was clutching him like mud, but when he raised his eyes, he saw a huge ice crystal Christmas tree erected in the middle of the auditorium at some point.

The Christmas tree shone brilliantly under the illumination of various magical auras, and there were countless colorful gift boxes piled up under the tree.

Newland is well aware that these gift boxes are not just for decoration.

He had just seen with his own eyes that Mrs. Foley ordered someone to put there a lot of treasures from the Foley family's vault.

Anyone is free to go to the bottom to pick a favorite gift box as their own Christmas present.

This is also Mrs. Foley's Christmas present to everyone.

As today's great hero, Newland is naturally qualified to take it.

But at this moment, it was very rare for him not to touch those presents, but looked up at the gorgeous Christmas tree obsessively.

"Today is Christmas Eve..."

Newland muttered to himself, then struggled to get up and kicked Sceffen's outstretched hand away again, and stumbled towards the outside of the castle.

"Mr. Field, are you looking for a toilet?"

A high-pitched voice suddenly came from the side. Newland turned his head and saw Little Button, the house elf housekeeper of the Foley family, looking at him with piercing eyes. He was talking and turning sideways in one direction.

Obviously, this was pointing him in the direction to the toilet.

Little Button has done this kind of thing countless times today.

Although wizards can cheat with potions to dissolve the effects of alcohol on them.

But the liquid you drink will eventually be metabolized.

Newland thought for a long time with his alcohol-sluggish head before he realized that Button was talking to him.

The last time he remembered hearing him being called that was on the Hogwarts admission letter that the owl sent him on his 11th birthday.

After all, he had no father since he was a child, and was brought up by his mother alone.

Under his intentional guidance, others either called him by his first name directly, or called him insulting words such as bad, trash, and mudblood, even his Muggle neighbors were no exception.

Time passed so long that Newland himself was unfamiliar with this title.

"I... I'm going home."

After feeling a little emotional for a while, Newland spoke weakly.

Hearing this, a look of embarrassment flashed across Little Button's face.

There is no pick-up service in Forli Castle, and people who were able to enter Forli Castle in the past did not need this service at all.

Even if they are as drunk as they are now, they often have servants driving a carriage to pick them up.

Hunters or old saints would simply choose to stay in the farm dormitory around Forli Castle, which was also their temporary dormitory when they were on duty anyway.

But these conditions, Newland obviously does not have.

The professionalism of being a butler quickly allowed the little button to cover up the embarrassment on his face. His huge eyes blinked twice quickly, and he said:

"Mr. Fuld, your current state is really not suitable for going home alone. Can you tell me where you live? I can also send someone to drive you back."

Anyone who is familiar with Newland will understand that Little Button's question is actually very presumptuous.

Newland regards his home as extremely important, and anyone who inquires about his home will surely face Newland's cruelest revenge.

And this kind of revenge is indiscriminate, and Newland doesn't care whether the other party intends to investigate or do it unintentionally.

can now.

Perhaps alcohol had too much of an effect on Newland's brain.

Hearing this, he turned his head to look at the giant Christmas tree in the bustling auditorium behind him, and murmured:

"Spinning Street..."

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