After sending the bald man away, the Auror patted his partner and said:

"Okay, we can go now!"

Another Auror said, "Supervisor, this is the second similar incident this month. Obviously, a magical creature has come to this area, but we don't know what kind of dragon it is. Why don't we chase it and take a look?"

As he spoke, the young Auror pointed to the bloodstains on the ground. The bloodstains on the ground were dripping towards the depths of the dense forest and seemed to spread to the other side of the dense forest.

The Austrian Ministry of Magic Auror Chief, who was called the Chief by the young Auror, looked at the direction where the blood was spreading and said meaningfully:

"No need for that. Beyond this dense forest, there is a restricted area. Although there are no clear regulations, wizards are absolutely forbidden to approach there!"

Hearing his supervisor say this, the young Auror couldn't help but ask, "Supervisor, I'm very curious, what is there? Why is it considered a restricted area, and why does everyone in the department seem to be so secretive about it?"

The Austrian Auror Chief was silent for a moment before slowly answering:

"Because there is a real demon king!"

Hearing his supervisor's answer, the young Auror was startled, but then he said eagerly:

"The real demon king? Then we..."

However, before the young Auror could finish his words, he was interrupted by his supervisor:

"Put away your little thoughts. It's good to be ambitious, but don't use your ambition in the wrong place!"

The young Auror frowned and said with a puzzled look:

"I'm a little confused, Director. Since we know there is a real demon king there, are we just going to leave it alone? We are Aurors! Why?! We should let him stand trial!"

The Austrian Auror Chief glanced at his young subordinate, then slowly said, "This Demon King almost became the President of the International Confederation of Wizards!"

"No one can judge him, not Merlin, not even him!"

Then, without waiting for the young Auror to speak again, the Head Auror of the Austrian Ministry of Magic Apparated away.

Afterwards, the Austrian Auror Chief appeared in a scenic valley. Inside the valley, there was a courtyard where an old man was fiddling with the flowers in the garden.

"Oh, there you are, Mueller."

The old man spoke without looking up.

The head of the Austrian and British Ministry of Magic, who was called Mueller by the old man, walked into the courtyard, took the kettle from the old man, and while helping the old man water the plants, he said, "Father, today I..."

Mueller then told his father everything that had happened today, and the old man slowly walked to a recliner and sat down.

When Mueller finished his story, the old man nodded and said with satisfaction: "Thank you for your hard work, Mueller."

Mueller shook his head and said, "Not tired, everything is for the greater good!"

The old man looked at Mueller with a smile and said, "The dragon that the young master gave to the master looks very strong, haha!"

Hearing his father's words, Mueller also laughed.

"Muller, you still have to keep working hard. We must get the position of Austrian Minister of Magic!"

Mueller nodded, and the old man continued:

"Although I shouldn't think like this, the old master did make a mistake back then! The position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards was a sure thing if it relied on voting, but he chose to rely on the Kirin, which gave Dumbledore and the others the opportunity!"

"Young Master's method is the best. All candidates will become ours. This way, no matter what method is used, the position of President of the International Confederation of Wizards will be in our hands!"

Finally, the old man looked at his son and said expectantly: "What we missed back then, I don't want your generation to miss again! The young master is already paving the way for you. As long as you follow the young master's requirements and take one step at a time, the future belongs to our Wu Cui Party!"

At the same time, Wentworth, who was regarded as the cornerstone of the revival of the Witch Party, was sitting in the classroom, looking at the ancient magic text in front of him that looked like a heavenly book, with a confused expression.

"Was this thing really invented by the ancients? Could it be that an orangutan just scribbled a few strokes on it?!"

Wentworth was confused, but he still followed the professor's explanation, comparing it to the magic patterns in the book, and subconsciously moved the magic wand in his hand. The next moment: "Boom!"

A faint blue flame suddenly ignited, which scared Wentworth. If he hadn't reacted quickly, there would be only a few strands of Wentworth's golden hair left.

Seeing the flames quickly engulfing his table, Wentworth quickly pointed his wand at the flames: "Clear water like a spring!"

However, the dark blue flame was not affected at all and continued to burn fiercely, and even had a tendency to continue spreading.

Fortunately, except for the professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class who was not very reliable, all other professors at Hogwarts were top-notch in the industry, so not much damage was caused.

Finally, Wentworth looked at the four remaining table legs, and his eyes gradually brightened.

"This is magic!"

Wentworth growled inwardly.

When Wentworth came out of the ancient magic pattern classroom, his mind was still immersed in the knowledge that the professor had just taught him. At this moment, a burst of noise in front interrupted Wentworth's thoughts.

This made Wentworth raise his head with some dissatisfaction, but he happened to see three figures in Gryffindor house uniforms running in the corridor, which also caused dissatisfaction among many students in the corridor.

Seeing this, Wentworth, whose train of thought was interrupted, took out his wand in dissatisfaction. When he was about to punish the three Gryffindors who ignored the school rules, he heard one of them shouting: "Wentworth! Senior Wentworth!"

Wentworth looked carefully and found that the one who called out to him was Harry Potter. He knew without even looking that the other two were Ron and Hermione.

Seeing this, Wentworth put away his wand, turned around and left. At this time, Wentworth's mind was full of magical ancient magic patterns.

Perhaps it was because the wizards around him were too outstanding. After having seen countless powerful spells, the things taught at Hogwarts were difficult to arouse Wentworth's interest.

But the appearance of the ancient magic pattern once again aroused Wentworth's curiosity, which made Wentworth regain the sense of novelty when he first entered the magical world.

Therefore, Wentworth has no interest in these three students with sharp physiques!

Seeing Wentworth disappear in the crowd in a flash, Harry and the others could not help but stop in their tracks. At this moment, a voice called out from behind the three of them: "Senior Harry! Wait for me, Senior Harry!"

(End of this chapter)