#332 - Chapter 332 All Sent to Azkaban

Annihilated!

A single spell wiped out hundreds of people!

The Weasley fathers and sons gaped, staring in astonishment at the ice sculptures before them, momentarily speechless.

Those were hundreds of wizards, not hundreds of pigs.

Besides, even if they were hundreds of pigs, you shouldn't have taken them down so quickly.

Silence!

Silence reigned over the heavens and earth.

As if someone had pressed the pause button, everyone was stunned by Sebastian's magic.

In an instant, the chaos vanished completely, and even the surrounding cries ceased.

Charlie glanced at the ice sculptures, then looked up at the descending Sebastian, his mind flooded with questions.

How did he block so many spells just now?

What kind of magic is Ice Age?

How could he attack the rioters so precisely without harming the surrounding Aurors and tents?

Could this be some ancient war magic that he had never even heard of?

The reporters hiding around were the first to react. Seeing that the danger had disappeared, they popped out one by one, snapping photos and filming the scene with various cameras and magical recording devices.

"Big news! This is really big news!"

"Single-handedly battling hundreds of rioters and winning easily, it seems that the magical world has produced another wizard as powerful as Dumbledore."

"Who would have thought that Mr. Swann would have such a powerful side? If these rioters hadn't been so arrogant, Mr. Swann would probably have continued to hide it."

Among the reporters was also an old acquaintance of Sebastian's, Rita Skeeter, who wriggled her body and excitedly directed her assistant.

"Take another picture from this angle, yes! Remember to capture Mr. Swann and these ice sculptures together, the picture must have tension!"

"Show Mr. Swann's handsomeness and extraordinaryness, show his great power to suppress everything alone."

"Is this photo okay?" her assistant asked.

Rita only glanced at it and urged, "Take some pictures of the burning tents in the distance as well, this is a beautiful scroll of ice and fire."

"Hurry up, Mr. Swann is about to float down."

Rita's mouth was grinning from ear to ear: "Look at these rioters, the fans are making trouble everywhere, wantonly burning other people's property, wantonly attacking other tourists, and bullying Muggles for fun."

"Oh, there are still a few people dressed up as Death Eaters inside."

"Great, I will definitely be able to turn over with this report."

Rita's mind was racing, and in a moment, she thought of several excellent news headlines. These headlines were all very gimmicky and could please the powerful Mr. Swann. She didn't want to give up any of them.

"Perhaps... I can do a series of special reports."

The reporters' noise brought the silent scene back to life, and the rioters who had been frozen all let out miserable wails.

"Protest! I want to protest, I am just an ordinary tourist, you can't treat me like this."

"It's so cold, can you let me out first? I promise not to resist."

"Damn it, I can't feel my right hand and wand anymore, I can't use a single spell."

"Apparate! Apparate! Damn it, it's useless, when did the Anti-Apparition Jinx be set up, not leaving a way out?"

"I was wrong, I was just drunk, and I followed the large group in a daze, I didn't do anything, please let me go."

Sebastian landed from the sky and frowned slightly after hearing the rioters' wailing.

"Too noisy! You know you were wrong now, what were you doing earlier?"

With that, he waved his wand, and all the rioters were silenced, unable to make a sound.

He waved his wand again, and the coverings on the rioters' faces all disappeared.

Without this layer of fig leaf, these guys turned pale, as if they had been stripped naked, and all lowered their heads.

Sebastian beckoned to the side, and a young Auror immediately ran over: "Professor Swann, you are too amazing, this is incredible."

Roffey was excited and his face glowed: "What kind of magic is the Ice Age? Can you give us a class?"

"It's just a Freezing Charm," Sebastian smiled gently, "but it requires a relatively high degree of control over the spell and magical perception."

Really?

I've read a lot, you can't fool me at all.

Looking at Roffey's expression, Sebastian shook his head helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you."

He pointed to the ice sculptures on the scene: "Let's deal with these guys first, you'll be busy tonight."

"Don't worry, leave it all to us," Roffey patted his chest and assured, "but many colleagues were knocked unconscious while fighting alone, I don't know how many more can gather."

"The injured wizards can be sent to that light first," Sebastian pointed to the small sun in the distance, "My wife has organized a group of students to provide emergency treatment to the wounded."

Hearing Sebastian's words, Rita's mind flashed, and she pulled her assistant towards that direction.

Perhaps, praising Mrs. Swann more can make Sebastian happy, and maybe the other party will be completely unwilling to argue with her if he is happy.

As they spoke, many Ministry of Magic personnel gathered from all directions.

After seeing Amelia Bones, Sebastian took the magical image from the magical recording device and gave it to her.

"These are all evidence of their mischief, which can save you a lot of effort in collecting evidence during the trial."

Amelia nodded in satisfaction: "That's very kind of you, you really helped me a lot. With such clear evidence, the Ministry of Magic is not afraid of any international disputes."

Fudge also appeared, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, his face full of fear.

These bastards, the World Cup was about to end perfectly, and they gave themselves such a big problem.

He, the Minister of Magic, is going to be scolded by the masses again.

Fortunately, Sebastian appeared in time to save the few Muggles and stopped the chaos.

"How are those Muggles?"

"Reporting to the Minister, those Muggles are all in a coma. After waking them up, we found that they knew nothing about what happened tonight."

"So, the Memory Charm Squad erased their memories and sent them home to sleep."

Thank goodness!

Those Muggles are all right.

Otherwise, if these people really killed the Muggles, his reputation would be completely ruined.

Thinking of this, Fudge's face surged with disgust, and he sternly ordered: "Take them all back to the Ministry of Magic and ask them where they got the guts to make trouble in the British magical world. And these..."

He looked at a few familiar pure-blood faces among the rioters and said irritably, "Take them all back."

With witnesses and physical evidence, these guys, if they don't donate enough Galleons to the Ministry of Magic this time, they will all spend a few months in Azkaban.

The spectators hiding in the woods returned one after another, all crowding nearby to watch this spectacular and satisfying scene.

Ron, Ginny, and the twins reunited, searching for Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie in the crowd.

Malfoy also squeezed into the crowd with a pale face, constantly searching for something in the ice sculptures.

Where's his father?

Could he have been caught too?

His figure is not there.

Where did Dad go?