After Ethan was alone in the spacious living room, he took out the wizard mailbox and placed it on the coffee table in front of him.
Before long, they each sent Ethan a message to let him know they were safe.
Now, Ethan could be completely unconcerned.
As for this tent, it didn't matter if it was destroyed, it was just a small amount of money.
Moreover, Ethan would get all of this back from the goblins later.
After all, except for the first time, when Ethan bet 300,000 Galleons because he didn't know the market, and directly told the counter his amount and the team he wanted to bet on, Ethan handled everything in a private room afterward.
But even so, every time after the event ended, which team Ethan bet on and how many Galleons he bet were exposed.
Apart from Ethan's few acquaintances, outsiders couldn't possibly know this, so there was no doubt that this was the goblins' doing.
After all, they didn't want Ethan to continue, but they couldn't stop him, otherwise it would be a blow to their reputation.
So they wanted to use such a method to retaliate, and it would be even better if they could force Ethan to stop.
Not only that, due to the goblins' leaks, Ethan occasionally encountered some wizards who wanted to follow Ethan's bets, but the key was that Ethan didn't know them at all, so he naturally refused.
After all, if he brought them along, once the amount reached a certain level, they would definitely be fleeced.
Only someone with a problem in their brain would bring them along to play. Even Ludo Ethan only reminded him once at the beginning and then ignored him.
There were also some wizards who used various methods to spy on Ethan, wanting to know the secret of Ethan's accurate bets, and many of them had been secretly dealt with by Ethan.
Now all of this can be blamed on the goblins.
It won't be long, and it will all have to be recovered!
Chapter 230: Rufus Scrimgeour
Walking out of the tent, the noise outside was even more obvious.
The dull rumble of thunder accompanied the firelight illuminating the entire sky, and in the distance there were even screams of panic from the crowd.
But according to the normal situation, it shouldn't have reached their side yet!
Now their primary goal is to release the magical creatures to create chaos, but now their side is already in chaos.
Due to Ethan's location, a large number of pure-blood wizards gathered, so this place was also a key patrol area for the British Ministry of Magic, and many pure-blood family wizards were also quite strong.
Without luring these people away, they might not dare to act so easily.
So, now someone is taking advantage of this riot to fish in troubled waters here.
Lucius Malfoy, who was originally staying in his tent looking around, also trotted over as soon as he saw Ethan.
"Boss, I have something to report to you!"
Lucius also noticed that he dared to use this title only when he wasn't nearby.
"Well, come in!"
Ethan directly lifted the curtain of the tent and brought Lucius to the living room.
"What's the matter? Tell me!"
Ethan remembered that in the original book, the Death Eaters seemed to have made some noise on this last night.
They attacked a Muggle family and then released a Dark Mark.
The commotion wasn't actually that big.
Could it be that they still acted today?
I just don't know if they are united with those people who are targeting him.
"Fierde Dominic contacted me, he is a Death Eater, and wants us to make some noise today, so that the Ministry of Magic knows that the Death Eaters are not all dead, which can be regarded as a small counterattack by the Ministry of Magic against the persistent pursuit of some Death Eaters over the years."
"I refused this, but they still have several other people, and they are estimated to still act."
"There is also the Austrian 910 family who contacted me, wanting to stay in my tent, they and his party are also here to attack you, and will give me a share of the Galleons afterward. This was also rejected by me."
"This riot is very likely aimed at you, that ten million Galleons is too conspicuous."
Lucius quickly said everything he knew.
This all happened in the early hours of this morning, and afterward he wanted to notify him, but without Ethan's permission, he didn't dare to go in rashly.
After all, even if these wizards' goal is Ethan, they actually pose no threat to Ethan.
Just like Voldemort, he never takes ordinary wizards seriously.
But if he disturbs Ethan because of these guys that Ethan doesn't take seriously, and angers him, his end will probably not be much different from those guys who set their sights on Ethan.
After all, you can't judge these big shots who are proficient in dark magic with common sense. Even if you just express a concern, if he is unhappy, he will still give you a Cruciatus Curse.
He had seen this scene more than ten years ago.
So, Lucius will definitely not make such a mistake at this moment.
If Ethan hears the noise and comes out, then he will step forward to tell him the news, and then face it with Ethan.
If Ethan doesn't appear, he will guard outside, and when something happens, he will express his loyalty and brush up on a wave of goodwill.
"Okay, I know about this, you should send your family back first."
Ethan nodded and said after a moment of silence.
"I have already arranged for them to go back."
Lucius said somewhat awkwardly.
After receiving two waves of wizards and rejecting them, Lucius sent Draco and his wife back as soon as possible.
Although his reputation is very bad outside, giving people the impression of being a cold-blooded, ruthless, and two-faced person who puts interests first, he actually puts his wife and children first.
"You should go back too, just leave it to me here, I also want to see what kind of confidence they have to set their sights on me."
Ethan could naturally see Lucius's thoughts, wanting to stay and fight side by side with Ethan to brush up on his goodwill.
But in reality, he is still a little apprehensive, after all, he is just an ordinary wizard, and maybe a curse will suddenly appear and capsize the boat.
Draco inherited this very well, they are all guys who are superficially arrogant, but actually not very brave.
"Boss, aren't you leaving?"
Lucius asked cautiously, Ethan's current persona is a Hogwarts student, and he should keep a low profile.
Faced with this situation, he should retreat first, and then find an opportunity to fight back in secret.
He doesn't believe that Ethan can't think of this.
"No!"
"Boss, should we notify Tom? I have a Portkey that can get them here quickly."
Hearing Ethan say this, Lucius cautiously suggested again.
He didn't dare to ask Ethan why he wanted to stay behind or anything like that.
Seeing Ethan shake his head, Lucius respectfully bowed and left the tent.
No matter what the boss thinks, I just need to do my job well.
After glancing at Ethan's tent, Lucius decisively packed up his own tent.
The Malfoy family's tent was custom-made years ago and has been continuously modified over the years, so naturally, he couldn't bear to abandon it just like that.
Moreover, it was already empty inside; the two servants had also left with Draco and the others.
After a few more minutes, the noise outside not only didn't stop but became even louder.
Ethan even heard the roar of a dragon.
It should be the so-called second phase now.
The camp specially built by the British Ministry of Magic to manage magical creatures had now turned into a sea of fire.
Groups of magical creatures were frantically attacking everything they could see, indiscriminately.
Even if they were the same magical creature, as long as they weren't of their own kind, they would fight each other.
For example, the Leprechauns and the Veela, both magical creatures, were now fighting fiercely, directly continuing the feud from the Quidditch World Cup.
Now, the Veela, transformed into bird-headed, winged monsters, were chasing and hammering the Leprechauns, setting fires along the way and burning down countless tents.
Because the Leprechauns were no match for the Veela in a real fight, they specifically ran towards the areas where wizards were gathered, which made the scene even more chaotic.
If it was just like this, it wouldn't be much of a problem.
The British Ministry of Magic was still capable of handling it, but there were also the Thunderbird from the United States, the Ukrainian Ironbelly from Ukraine, the Australian Opaleye from Australia, the Sphinx from Egypt, the Peruvian Vipertooth from Peru, the Nundu from Uganda, and more than a dozen other magical creatures.
Most of them were classified as XXXX or XXXXX, after all, would they be embarrassed to choose creatures that were too trashy or lacked special characteristics as their mascots?
The numbers weren't just one or two either; after all, too few wouldn't be impressive or hold up the scene.
Ordinary wizards wouldn't dare to approach these magical creatures at all; even the Hit Wizards and Aurors responsible for security at the British Ministry of Magic, as well as the personnel specifically managing these magical creatures, could only retreat to the side.
After all, a Nundu required more than a hundred skilled wizards working together to deal with it, and dragons and Thunderbirds also needed twenty adult wizards to handle.
If these Hit Wizards and Aurors went up against the magical creatures present, they would probably become food for these guys in just a few rounds.
Originally, even if these magical creatures were released, they shouldn't have caused such a big disturbance.
Being able to serve as mascots, they naturally had frequent contact with wizards and a certain degree of tameness; even if they didn't actively approach wizards, their aggressiveness was relatively low.
The reason the situation turned out like this was that they had prepared Rage Potions in advance.
This potion could affect animals and some magical plants, and the effect was as the name suggested: the affected animals or plants would become extremely aggressive, and regardless of their previous personality, they would become extremely manic.
Moreover, they used alchemical devices to detonate the Rage Potions, causing them to atomize directly when they exploded, so that these magical creatures unconsciously inhaled the Rage Potions while breathing.
It was precisely because of this that all the magical creatures were infected in a very short period.
"Diffindo!"
A spell shining with white light shot out from the wand in the hand of a wizard who looked like an old lion, causing a small, four-legged green dragon hovering in the low sky and constantly spewing flames to crash.
After confirming that the dragon couldn't fly, the old lion took a few followers and strode towards the personnel who were supposed to maintain order on the other side, although his leg was a bit lame, he looked quite imposing.
The sharp eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were staring intently at the group of people in front of him.
"Hurry up and follow, do you want to continue hiding here?"
Rufus Scrimgeour didn't have a good attitude towards these people.
If the current occasion wasn't inappropriate, he would have thrown these incompetent guys into Azkaban.
Hearing Rufus Scrimgeour say this, the nearby patrol personnel and magical creature management personnel exchanged glances and hurriedly followed.
It was indeed their responsibility that the riot occurred here, but someone must have deliberately caused it; wasn't it just a little slack tonight?
Moreover, hiding here and not going up was because they couldn't win!
Not everyone had the strength of Rufus Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office.
Being able to single-handedly solve a dragon-level XXXXX magical creature, even if all of them went together, they could only deal with three at most.
"Don't think about holding back, there's no time or energy for us to slowly resolve this matter now, understand?"
On the way, Rufus Scrimgeour instructed the people behind him.
Now was not the time to care about the lives of magical creatures; according to the reports he received, more than two hundred people had been injured.
If it continued to expand, the casualties would definitely be quite terrifying.
More than one hundred thousand wizards had gathered here tonight, and there were quite a few who didn't have Portkeys or know how to Apparate.
Even if these magical creatures were dealt with, there would be more troublesome things waiting later.
After all, creating this chaos couldn't be just to cause trouble for them; there must be a purpose.
"Yes!"
Hearing Rufus Scrimgeour say this, everyone responded one after another.
He was a true Head of the Auror Office who had fought his way up, experienced countless battles large and small, and was active on the front lines during the Wizarding War.
Therefore, his prestige was quite high, and no one dared to refute him.
"Confringo!"
"Stupefy!"
