Saving the Day
Let's go back three days.
Xiwen sat expressionlessly in the Carrow family's hall—since the entire Carrow family was imprisoned, Xiwen had modified the protective magic here, turning Carrow Manor into a base for Pure-blood New Faction.
At the luxurious long table in the hall, the patriarch of a small family was reporting important news about the recent developments in the Global Wizarding War.
"What? The French Ministry of Magic surrendered so easily?" Xiwen rubbed his ears, asking with disbelief. "Didn't they just receive support from the International Confederation of Wizards?"
"The source is reliable; it came from our informant within the French Ministry of Magic, transmitted via Two-Way Mirror," the small family patriarch said solemnly. "Ministry of Magic members have already begun evacuating in batches using Portkey, and it's said that most of these Portkey lead to England."
"As expected, no one, whether in the Muggle World or the Wizarding World, could occupy Paris before France surrendered," Xiwen remarked.
Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Pure-blood patriarchs of various France seated around the long table were quite interesting.
One of the family heads cautiously said, "It can't be said that way. In fact, the surrender of the France still has some strategic significance."
"I know, we're conserving our strength!" Xiwen said dismissively. "We don't want to use the entire nation's resources to fight the Pure-blood Party; that would just benefit the Ministry of Magic of other countries for no reason."
The reasons for France's surrender, whether in the Muggle World or Wizarding World, are actually quite complex.
The trauma left by the last war, the impact of the economic crisis, the turmoil in domestic politics... coupled with the fact that such a surrender effectively saved the lives of many French citizens and ordinary wizards, halted the unstoppable advance of the Pure-blood Party and the Muggle -Germany army, and even preserved the remaining 40% of the territory from invasion.
Therefore, from France's perspective, surrender was not entirely unacceptable and had a certain degree of rationality.
However, as reasonable as it may seem, it doesn't affect everyone's "daily criticism of France." After all, surrendering is ultimately not a glorious thing; France may have preserved its strength, but it lost all its dignity.
If you choose to surrender without dignity, you must be prepared to be ridiculed and mocked.
The patriarchs of the Pure-blood families smiled sheepishly, lacking the confidence to respond.
"Let's not discuss that now, let's get down to business." Seeing this, Xiwen waved his hand and assigned the task. "Before the Pure-blood Party finishes consolidating the territories they've seized, use either force or incentives to take care of the last few families who haven't joined us."
"Tell those die-hard families that not joining us means they want to join the Pure-blood Party, and they shouldn't blame us for eliminating potential enemies on behalf of the International Confederation of Wizards!"
The clan leaders all shuddered and echoed each other's sentiments.
"By the way, we could also consider recruiting those volunteer teams from the International Confederation of Wizards that remained in France. They've been abandoned by the French Ministry of Magic in this unfamiliar land, and they're at their most vulnerable psychologically. A small gesture of goodwill from us could very well bring in a few more excellent members to our ranks."
Xiwen added.
Three days later, the Pure-blood forces led by Xiwen finally eliminated the last tough Pure-blood families in the France, becoming the de facto leader of the land before Grindelwald could completely conquer France.
At this moment, Xiwen was hovering in the air with his wings spread, indifferently withdrawing the magic seal in his hand, leaving the newly joined family with a cold and domineering impression.
However, when he turned his head, he couldn't help but reveal an expression that was half helpless and half distressed.
Xiwen took out the Two-Way Mirror, ready to ask Dumbledore what should be done with this emerging power after all the Pure-blood families of France had been subdued.
After taking out the Phoenix relief Two-Way Mirror made by Flamel, Xiwen suddenly discovered a "mirror holder" not far away through the connection between the Two-Way Mirror. Upon closer inspection, he realized it was Miranda, who was in Paris not far away.
Curious, he opened a Dimensional Gate and went straight to Miranda's side.
"Miranda, I just sensed your arrival in France through the Two-Way Mirror. I think you could come to our family..." Xiwen was talking to himself when he suddenly noticed something was off with the atmosphere around Miranda. "Huh, why are they fighting here?"
Hearing Xiwen's voice, Miranda, who was fighting fiercely, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Quick, Xiwen, can you use the portal to take my teammates away now?" she said urgently. "There are too many Saints on the other side; we can't handle them!"
Xiwen glanced across the Dimensional Gate and, sure enough, saw a dense crowd of Pure-blood Party Saints dressed in black robes, stretching from the office all the way to the door, almost knocking the door frame off.
They cast spells in an orderly fashion toward Miranda, creating a torrential downpour of beams of light.
The leading Saints was an old acquaintance of Xiwen's.
Two years earlier, when Grindelwald attempted to run for Supreme Mugwump, this elite Aurors from the German Ministry of Magic sided with the Pure-blood Party and even tried to intercept Dumbledore's Army in order to steal the little Qilin that Newt had brought back.
Seeing Xiwen erected a Seraphim Shield in front of the Dimensional Gate, blocking the Accio spells from the other side of the room. He then floated lightly through the golden halo and landed on the ground next to Miranda.
"Helmut?" Xiwen looked at the black-robed wizard leading the group opposite him and said with a light laugh.
"So you're the Xiwen Rozier that Lord Grindelwald warned us about." Helmut looked at the impenetrable green shield before him, silently lowered his wand, and gestured for his men to cease their attack. "How do you know me?"
Xiwen naturally wouldn't say that the person who knew him was merely his Soul Body, but simply smiled noncommittally and said, "I didn't expect Grindelwald to value me so much; it's my honor."
Miranda, watching Xiwen chatting carefree with Helmut, couldn't help but give him a hard slap on the head from behind.
"Xiwen, why did you come here? It's dangerous!" she said anxiously, looking at Xiwen. "Actually, you just needed to stand on the other side of the portal and send my teammates away. There was absolutely no need to risk coming here."
Xiwen's head throbbed from the slap, so he turned around and glared at Miranda with displeasure.
"I'm not taking any risks; I'm confident," he said.
"Wait, you're Xiwen Rozier?" Vanessa, the squad leader who had been standing silently beside Miranda, suddenly gaped and asked in shock. "Xiwen Rozier, the leader of the Pure-blood New Faction in France?!"
"If no one here shares my name, then I suppose so," Xiwen said with a smile.
Vanessa stared blankly at Xiwen, who was still clutching the back of his head with his left hand in pain.
Domineering, ruthless, and decisive—this is the unanimous assessment of this Pure-blood New Faction. However, such an assessment seems completely at odds with the young man who was slapped on the head by Goshawk.