Paris

Helmut frowned in frustration as he realized his attack had no chance of success.

He then narrowed his eyes and subtly took two steps back.

The next moment, Helmut lost his intention to continue the attack and instead suddenly made a movement that Apparition.

Xiwen watched as Helmut's body suddenly twisted, his eyes flickered, but he did not stop him. He even raised his hand to stop Miranda, who was trying to stop him from Apparition.

Within his distorted form, Helmut grinned and then vanished from the spot.

"Doesn't the French Ministry of Magic have universal Anti-Disapparition Jinx? How can he still use Apparition?" Miranda frowned, casually slapped away Xiwen's hand blocking her way, and turned to ask.

"It's probably because the Mirror Dimension no longer belongs to the original French Ministry of Magic, so the Ministry's defensive spells naturally won't work here," Xiwen explained. "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have been able to modify this area, which is full of defensive magic, so easily."

Miranda nodded, and then asked doubtfully, "Since you know that there is no longer an anti-Apparition spell here, why did you let him escape?"

"I just want to verify something," Xiwen said slowly, pondering.

Amidst the cacophony of chanting and the clanging of spells, Xiwen gently closed his eyes and then drew a golden circle of light in front of him.

A broken marble floorboard flew in from behind the light, carrying a pale-faced man in black robes lying on it.

"Found you, Mr. Helmut." Xiwen opened his eyes and smiled at Helmut. "Still want to go back for reinforcements?"

"Tell me, how could this happen!" Helmut's face was covered in sweat, pale as a ghost, and his expression was ferocious. "I haven't experienced Apparition Splitting in twenty years, why is it happening in this bizarre space of yours?!"

As he shouted, a stream of dark red blood flowed from the side of his body, quickly forming a shallow pool of blood.

"Because this place is probably not in the same space as your destination, Mr. Helmut," Xiwen sighed, looking at the spot where Helmut had been standing, and said softly.

There, a human leg, encased in black formal trousers, lay limply on the ground.

"Speaking of which, I really have to thank you this time, Helmut," Xiwen continued. "I've been wondering for a long time whether it's possible to escape the Mirror Dimension through Apparition, and I've only just found out today."

Helmut glared at Xiwen with hatred, his eyes weak yet fierce.

Ignoring his gaze, Xiwen beckoned to Helmut's left leg, maneuvering it to float towards its owner's body and reattach it to the severed limb.

"Vulnera Sanentur (VulneraSanentur)."

As Xiwen chanted a spell in a low voice, the blood slowly flowed back into Helmut's body. His face gradually regained some color, no longer as pale as before.

Helmut looked at his reattached leg, his still pale lips trembling slightly.

"I don't understand, why are you treating me?" He looked at Xiwen with incomprehension and asked coldly.

"I'm keeping you around because I have other things for you to do," Xiwen said casually.

After saying that, he ignored Helmut, who was almost incapacitated, casually rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the wide platform where the battle was almost over.

Winky, boundless Magic Whip surged from Xiwen's palm, binding all the already exhausted Saints to their feet and bringing the battle to a complete end.

"Chief Macmillan, please take stock of the injuries on our side, and then take the seriously injured to the Paris Magical Maladies Hospital for treatment." Xiwen walked to Chief Macmillan's side and patted him on the shoulder.

Macmillan, who had just been paddling along the edge of the battlefield, suddenly jolted awake and hurriedly replied respectfully, "Mission accomplished, Mr. Rozier!"

As he spoke, he quickly changed his expression, adopting a proactive and dedicated demeanor, and scurried off into the battlefield.

"Wait a minute," Xiwen suddenly said.

Macmillan stopped abruptly, turned around and chuckled dryly, "Is there anything else, Mr. Rozier?"

"If I see you shirking your duties again, then you have no reason to continue as the head of the family," Xiwen said indifferently.

"Yes, I promise I won't do it again!" Macmillan, his wizard robes soaked with cold sweat, nodded hastily in agreement.

He then hurried over to the wounded colleagues and henchmen, and diligently began to count the number of the wounded and the number of captured Pure-blood Party members.

While Macmillan was busy cleaning up the battlefield, Helmut, who had barely regained his mobility, limped over to Xiwen and asked somberly, "What will you do with us?"

"That depends on how much Grindelwald values you," Xiwen said, turning his head to look at Helmut meaningfully. "Mr. Helmut, I need you to tell Grindelwald that we can hold a negotiation."

"Tonight at 8 PM, Père Lachaise Cemetery, the same place we met 14 years ago! Don't be late!"

As the words fell, a golden halo quietly appeared around Helmut, behind which were the Wallace Fountain and four sycamore trees.

Helmut gave Xiwen a deep look, then staggered out of the Dimensional Gate, blurring his figure at the entrance to the French Ministry of Magic before Apparition away from Paris.

Watching Helmut's figure disappear from the spot, Xiwen shrugged and turned to the Pure-blood New Faction who had already tidied up, shouting, "That's a wrap, friends!"

"Get some rest today, there might be a tough battle tonight."

Champ de Mars Paris, south of the Seine Paris.

Here stands a towering iron tower, reaching into the clouds, bathed in the afternoon sun.

Xiwen and Miranda stood side by side on the observation deck at the top of the tower, looking down at the bustling crowd below.

Upon learning that the Germany army was about to enter Paris, most of the France Muggle, along with their families, rushed to the highway and fled south, in the opposite direction of the army's advance.

Large numbers of residents from the Seine surged onto the roads and bridges, almost completely blocking the Jena Bridge Tower. Meanwhile, the Eiffel Tower was deserted, with only Xiwen and Miranda standing leisurely at the top, a stark contrast to the tense atmosphere among the Paris below.

Despite the bright sunshine, people's hearts are filled with gloom.