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Chapter 398 The Mysterious General Council 【Subscription】

Compared to this time, the joyful banquet in Hogwarts.

The interior of the Presbyterian Church was filled with solemnity.

Over the past few days, a series of bad news has made the atmosphere in the Presbyterian Church extremely depressing.

No one dares to touch the mold at this time.

Everyone's movements became cautious, and even the apparition sound became much quieter.

Because everyone knows that this time, the Presbyterian Church has experienced a major failure that has not been seen in a thousand years.

Since the day when the Presbyterian Church was established, there has never been an institutionalized loss of so many troops.

That's five thousand Elite Aurors!

To put it bluntly, these five thousand elite Aurors are enough to take down the Ministry of Magic of any country.

However, this time, only three of the five thousand elite Aurors were able to escape.

And at the same time, six great wizards were lost.

These are six great wizards!

There are only fourteen great wizards that the entire Presbyterian Church can send out.

During the previous Carrow family incident.

A great wizard is killed by Amber's meteorite fall.

He was more straightforward this time, almost half of the great wizards died in Amber's hands.

This almost broke an arm of the Council of Elders.

General Assembly·Conference Room 310.

Thirteen people of different shapes sat in a circle, watching the image of Amber displayed in the middle, but no one spoke.

What happened this time was really beyond their expectations.

Amber Cadmus, the last descendant of the Cadmus family.

He was quietly promoted to the Great Wizard, not to mention.

He even blatantly rejected the recruitment of the Presbyterian Church.

Then the crusade army sent by the Presbyterian Church was wiped out in one fell swoop.

This situation caught everyone by surprise.

The Presbyterian Church has been established for thousands of years, and has never encountered such a situation.

"What shall we... do now?"

On the first seat, the well-dressed white-haired old man rubbed his face fiercely, and his tone was no longer the same as before.

On the side, the fat old man, who was originally smiling, now had a look of indignation.

"I said a long time ago, don't target Cadmus, but you just don't listen."

"If the Cadmus family is so easy to manage, will it take so long?"

"What do you mean?"

A thin old man next to him slammed on the table and asked in a stern tone:

"You mean to say that we will let Cadmus challenge the authority of the Council of Elders and do nothing?"

"What can we do now?"

The fat old man retorted and stared at the thin old man opposite him with an extremely disdainful look.

"Yes, Cadmus challenged the authority of the Presbyterian Church, and then?"

"Not only did he reject the recruitment from the Presbyterian Church, but he also killed 5,000 elite Aurors!"

"He not only killed five thousand elite Aurors, but also killed five great wizards in front of everyone!"

As the voice of the fat old man grew louder, he stood up abruptly and slapped his hands on the table hard, causing everyone to shrink back in shock.

"Up to now, you are still clinging to the prestige of the so-called Presbyterian Church. How can the Presbyterian Council have any prestige now?"

"Five thousand elite Aurors, six great wizards, this is almost half of the military strength of the Presbyterian Church!"

"When sending people, you unanimously elected Caesar, saying that he is a rare military talent among the elders!"

"As a result, this military talent buried 5,000 elite Aurors!"

"Up to now, you are still clinging to the so-called majesty, okay!"

The fat old man's voice became louder and louder, and he stood up. The short and fat body [looks extraordinarily stalwart in the conference room.

Seeing that everyone around him avoided looking at him, the fat old man became even more angry.

He pointed his right hand fiercely in the direction of Hogwarts outside the window, and the saliva from his mouth almost sprinkled on the skinny old man opposite.

"Hogwarts is there, we still have seven great wizards, and eight thousand elite Aurors, all (bbag) sent out!"

"At that time, the last military force of the Presbyterian Church will die with Hogwarts, and the Ministry of Magic will fight back frantically. Do you have to rely on you fools with half a foot in the coffin to go to the battlefield yourself?"

"enough!"

The words of the fat old man finally caused the chief seat to stop him.

This old man with combed hair and wearing a monocle slowly stood up, and stretched out a hand to stop the fat old man's words.

"Clark, it's fine."

The fat old man named Clark snorted coldly, but after all, he didn't give the first seat a bad look.

He just squeezed his fat body into the seat indignantly, folded his arms around his chest, and looked at these people in front of him coldly.

Seeing Ya's movements, the head seat gave a slight yyyyyyyy tone.

He sat down slowly and said to the crowd:

"Right now, Tudor, who is in the upper council, is outside. Let's listen to his opinion."

Saying that, the chief waved his hand.

A white-haired old man who looked not much younger than everyone present came in, with his head lowered, and his movements were so frightened.

"Your Highness, the sinner Tudor, come to see me."

Seeing these mediocre old people in front of him, Tudor could no longer maintain his elegance.

He fell to his knees with a plop, his head pressed tightly against the wool carpet on the ground, his voice trembling.

The Upper Council, as the actual executive committee of the Presbyterian Church, has almost all the authority of the Presbyterian Church.

In front of everyone, the Upper Council is a high-ranking existence that can control the entire trend of magic.

But only the people in the upper council know that there is an unknown general council above the upper council.

This is where the true soul of the Presbyterian Church lies.

Basically, the general council will not set up a permanent residence, and the people who are named in the general council are all existences who have left a great reputation in the magic world.

But this time, Amber blatantly killed half of the military force of the Presbyterian Church.

Finally, Tudor had the day to step into the general council.

Although not in the way he dreamed of.

"Okay, Tudor, there is no need to say more, tell me, how do you plan to solve this matter?"

Tudor's lips trembled slightly, he was about to say something, but he felt a sharp gaze sweeping over him.

Let him swallow the words that just spit to his lips in an instant.

Seeing that Tudor was silent, the people present were not puzzled.

After all, this matter is too big, so big that it has shaken the rule of the Presbyterian Church.

To put it bluntly, the upper council led by Tudor. He has the ability to control anything in the magic world, but he cannot control the Presbyterian Church itself.

So the chief sighed slightly, looked at the crowd and said:

"Everyone thinks, as far as this matter is concerned, is it necessary for us to consult the opinion of Great Speaker Merlin?".