The Pure-blood New Faction's First Battle Against the Pure-blood Party
"The leader of the Pure-blood New Faction in France? Xiwen?" Miranda stared blankly at Xiwen, asking somewhat bewildered.
"It's me." Xiwen smiled and nodded at her.
Seeing that Miranda still looked somewhat incredulous, Xiwen shrugged and said, "Then I'll prove it with facts!"
Then, a ripple, like countless shards of glass pieced together, spread out, sweeping over everyone present and bringing the dark mass of Pure-blood Party Saints into the Mirror Dimension.
In an instant, light and shadow intertwined.
The crowd seemed to have entered a completely different world. It was a chaotic world of light and shadow, like Tesseract of unknown order. Amidst the uproar, the Tesseract's Cube twisted and turned each different facet, piecing together a strange, seven-colored spatial axis.
The spatial structure of the French Ministry of Magic was reorganized according to Xiwen's thoughts. The walls of their Original Archives Office transformed into pixelated blocks of color, extending the ground where Miranda's wizarding team and Helmut's Pure-blood Party members stood, and pushing the sloping platform outside the office even further away.
The entire space seemed to have been stretched out, and the narrow room was pieced together to form a large square that could accommodate hundreds of people, where the two groups of people, Xiwen and the Pure-blood Party, stood facing each other.
Helmut, who should have had victory in his grasp and had a large number of men, stumbled a couple of steps in a moment of panic during the scene change.
Once he regained his footing, he looked at Xiwen in astonishment and asked, "What kind of bizarre magic is this?!"
"It's not exactly bizarre, just a bit novel," Xiwen said with a smile. "Back then, Grindelwald found a way to break free from this space in just one minute. I wonder how long it will take you to escape?"
"Whether this magic is bizarre or novel, the best solution is to get rid of you!" Helmut said coldly.
The next moment, he suddenly waved his hand, and the Saints immediately unleashed a multitude of colorful spells, which shot out from the opposing ranks toward Xiwen!
At the same time, Xiwen also drew a large golden halo, leading to the territory of the last tough Pure-blood families in the recently reclaimed France.
"Your first mission since joining the faction has arrived," Xiwen said to the wizards behind the circle of light, pointing to the dark mass of the Pure-blood Party members ahead.
"Take care of them!"
At Xiwen's command, a large number of Pure-blood New Faction rushed out of the Dimensional Gate and fiercely engaged the Pure-blood Party in battle.
The light from numerous spells collided suddenly, creating a dazzling effect that even blocked the vision of Xiwen and the others.
The sky was filled with a chaotic jumble of scattered spells. In the space above their heads, countless spells, either knocked away or misplaced, scattered like stray bullets before falling down. Beneath the ceiling, it was as if a cloudless, colorful rainstorm was falling, dazzling the eyes!
"Are all these people your men?" Miranda stared wide-eyed at the scene before her, nudging Xiwen's arm as she asked.
"Of course, otherwise why would they listen to me?" Xiwen said somewhat smugly.
"I really don't know what you've been doing for the past six months..." Miranda saw Xiwen's smug expression, curled her lip, and reminded him, "Look at your men, their numbers are still far fewer than the Pure-blood Party team on the other side, they might lose."
Xiwen glanced dismissively toward the battlefield, about to refute Miranda's assessment of the outcome. Then he realized that what she said was even a euphemism.
This isn't just a possibility of losing; it's clearly a matter of the iron failing...
The team led by Xiwen consisted mostly of young members of Pure-blood families, their hired thugs, servants, and House-Elf. However, apart from the House-Elf and thugs who had some fighting ability, the others were basically just there to make up the numbers.
Furthermore, their combined numbers are fewer than the opposing team's, so defeat should only be a matter of minutes.
"Don't worry, I'm here!" Xiwen patted his chest and said confidently.
After saying this, he fully utilized the home-field advantage of the Mirror Dimension and began to constantly change the battleground.
The wounded on their own team would be remotely controlled by Xiwen to be pulled down from the ground onto a small platform and carried back to the rear of the group for treatment by healers; while those who wanted to charge in recklessly would be carried to the battlefield by Xiwen using floor tiles.
The Saints on the other side fared much worse. After Xiwen intervened, just as they were about to cast their spells, a piece of floorboards would suddenly be pulled away from their feet, causing them to lose their balance and fall to the ground. In such situations, forget about casting spells; the fall itself was incredibly miserable.
With Xiwen's intervention, the outcome of the battle was practically decided.
More and more Saints fell, and the ranks of the Pure-blood Party were gradually devoured by the Pure-blood New Faction of wizards, until only Helmut and a few other Saints remained to resist.
"Surrender, Helmut!" Seeing that the situation was settled, Xiwen casually withdrew his hand seals and strode towards the former Aurors action team leader of the German Ministry of Magic. "There's no point in you continuing to fight; it will only increase unnecessary casualties."
"Is it meaningless?" Helmut suddenly smiled mockingly at Xiwen. "Do you take us for the French Ministry of Magic and France Muggle?"
Xiwen shook his head helplessly, preparing to use magic to imprison Helmut directly.
However, Helmut struck first, suddenly pulling out a wand and pointing it at Xiwen. In fact, the two were so close that the wand almost poked Xiwen in the eye.
Helmut instantly unleashed a powerful spell, attempting to defeat Xiwen, the key figure, first, thereby dispelling the strange space.
Caught off guard, Xiwen was almost struck by the curse, but he seemed completely unfazed.
A slightly transparent, fluid golden shield quietly appeared before Xiwen's eyes, easily blocking Helmut's spell for him.
Through Xiwen's continuous enhancements and modifications, the Raggatego can now be worn like a real Cloak for extended periods, and when not triggered, it is completely indistinguishable from any defensive material on Xiwen's body.
However, if one were to actually encounter a cursed attack like today, then this version of the Raggatego would have a miraculous effect!