Chapter 880 The Damaged Wand

Cedric led everyone in one direction.

For some reason, the lush vegetation on the Hesperidian Islands had been basically cleared away, and even at night, the view was clear.

After climbing over a hill, the crowd suddenly heard a series of gasps.

It can be seen that this is a duel scene, but isn't it a bit exaggerated?

At first glance, they saw a large gray swamp, which was almost as large as the Quidditch pitch. The ground had a nearly three-foot-wide, bottomless crack, and the cliffs on both sides were bumpy, which should be traces of magic explosions.

It is hard to imagine how fierce the battle was to cause such a result.

Mr. Weasley walked to a boulder that was almost as tall as him, and was slightly dazed.

The boulder just fell on the crack, and it seemed to smash something, leaving some black marks around.

And on the cliff next to it, there was a gap of similar shape.

"This should be directly deducted by magic." Scrimgeour came over and concluded.

He tried to use his wand to control the boulder and move it away from the crack, but failed. The huge stone just shook and fell back to its original place.

It was not until Mr. Weasley and another Auror came forward to help that they barely used the levitation spell to move the stone and put it upright on the gap.

It fits perfectly.

"Is this also made by the mysterious man?" Someone asked after swallowing.

If such a big stone hits you, you will be covered in bruises.

"I don't know, it may be someone else's." Mr. Weasley squatted down and studied the black things carefully.

It was a bit like gravel contaminated by black magic. Even if it was broken, it was still highly corrosive.

Mr. Weasley took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and threw it on it. In just a blink of an eye, the parchment became dry and burnt yellow, and was blown into powder by a breeze.

It is not difficult to imagine what would happen if a wizard came into contact with this kind of thing.

"This is more like the work of the You-Know-Who."

Several older Aurors nodded in agreement. They had dealt with the You-Know-Who more than a decade ago and had seen his endless black magic.

This situation is indeed in line with the You-Know-Who's style.

Of course, in most cases, the You-Know-Who would just use a killing curse when facing an enemy, and would only use some other spells when fighting Dumbledore.

They were lucky enough to see it a few times.

"Arthur, are you saying that someone has fought the You-Know-Who here?" Mrs. Weasley clutched her chest.

What if the You-Know-Who is still here... Thinking of Fred and George's rash intrusion just now, she suddenly felt dizzy.

"Molly, the You-Know-Who should have left." Mr. Weasley said softly.

If the You-Know-Who is still here, it is impossible that he would not have found them, but the fact that he has not come for so long is enough to explain the problem.

"It should be that someone came here before us and drove the You-Know-Who away."

Can anyone drive the You-Know-Who away?

"Principal Dumbledore?" An Auror said subconsciously.

In their opinion, only Albus Dumbledore could drive away the mysterious man.

"Well, I think so." Mr. Weasley also thought so.

Cedric, on the other hand, fell into deep thought.

He thought of another possibility.

Kyle.

After all, it was Kyle who brought him the news, which meant that the other party was also in the Hesperidian Islands and came here before them.

But the question is, can Kyle drive away the mysterious man?

It shouldn't be possible.

It's not that Cedric doesn't trust his friends. He admits that Kyle's strength has far surpassed them, but he doesn't believe that he can drive away the mysterious man.

After all, in everyone's cognition, only Principal Dumbledore can defeat the mysterious man. Kyle, a student who has just graduated, can be on par with Principal Dumbledore?

No one would believe it if he told others.

But if it wasn't Kyle, where was he?

Cedric retreated behind the crowd calmly, and wrote a line of words on the parchment he carried with him with some trepidation.

There was no response.

But Cedric was also relieved.

Because the handwriting on the parchment was very clear, and there was no sign of fading and disappearing... This meant that the other party was too far away and had exceeded the range of the parchment.

It seemed that Kyle had left the Hessidy Islands.

Fortunately, what Cedric feared most was that the parchment could be used, but Kyle could not be found.

"Hey, come and see here!"

The sudden shouting from not far away brought Cedric back to his senses.

He immediately looked in the direction where the sound came from.

It was a broken cliff. Judging from the traces left on it, it should have been collapsed by magic, and... it was also the source of the fierce fire that ran across the entire island.

The fierce fire started from here, and some magma-like things would drip from it from time to time.

"Damn mysterious man, does he want to destroy the Hessidy Islands?" Someone said indignantly.

"That's the mysterious man, there is nothing he can't do." Someone said faintly: "Hasn't he destroyed enough places?"

The man choked... Thinking about it carefully, it seems so. More than a decade ago, he even blew up the Ministry of Magic.

"Okay, stop talking." Scrimgeour scolded: "If you have time to talk about You-Know-Who here, you might as well think about how to put out these Fiendfyres. If you let it go, the Hesperides Islands will really be burned through."

The Aurors immediately shut up.

"If it's to put out the Fiendfyres..." Mr. Weasley thought for a while and said, "All Curses End, this is the most effective spell."

"No problem." Scrimgeour said, "Larry, you take a few people to guard around, and the others who can use this spell stand in a row and put the wands into the ground, so that the range is larger."

Hearing this, the team automatically separated, some people went to the surroundings, and the rest took the initiative to come to the position next to the Fiendfyres.

Under Scrimgeour's order, everyone immediately inserted the wands emitting orange light into the ground under their feet.

"All Curses End!"

The ground seemed to crack into an orange crack, and surging orange flames gushed out, covering the golden Fiendfire and quickly swallowing it, and disappeared together.

After the Fiendfire was extinguished, the magma-like things began to shrink rapidly, solidify, and emit a choking smell.

"Well, it's very effective." Scrimgeour stood up. This time, the Fiendfire used by everyone together almost extinguished the fifty-foot-long Fiendfire, and the effect was remarkable. There was still... well...

Scrimgeour looked at the endless golden fire line and sighed faintly.

"Keep working hard... Try to extinguish all of them before dawn, damn the mysterious man."

"Yes, damn the mysterious man."

Others were also cursing in their hearts.

Although the area of ​​these Fiendfires was not large, it was too long. The spells of so many people combined only extinguished a small section.

It's also fortunate that this thing is not spreading, otherwise, they really have no way.

"Arthur, don't be in a daze!" Scrimgeour urged.

Mr. Weasley hurriedly trotted into the team, stuck his wand into the ground again, and began to repeat the action endlessly.

...

Scrimgeour was still optimistic.

When they finished cleaning the last section of the Fiendfire, it was already noon the next day.

After working from night to day, the hungry people collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Several people took out their wands and looked at them, with an expression of wanting to cry but not being able to.

Their wands were broken.

Although a layer of magic protection would be formed on the wand before using the End of All Curses, they couldn't help but use it all the time.

After inserting it into the ground for who knows how many times, the outermost layer of the wand had been completely worn out, revealing the wand core inside, and several people's wands had even broken.

Mr. Weasley looked a little confused. His wand was also broken, and it would cost a lot of money to replace a new one...

"It's okay, Dad, we'll pay." Fred and George came over and said caringly.

They didn't get cursed, but they escaped a disaster. At the same time, they also missed the scene of so many people changing their wands at the same time.

If they could, they would like to join in. Ollivander's expression must be very interesting at that time.

"Damn you-know-who." Someone cursed in a low voice, which quickly resonated with the people around them.

They were not freshmen at Hogwarts. There was no discount for buying wands. If they exchanged for a new one, they would have to spend half a month's salary.

However, some people felt fortunate. Compared with meeting the you-know-who directly, just spending money to exchange for a new wand was already a good result.

"Rufus, shouldn't the Auror Office reimburse us for the wand money?" Someone came over and said, "It doesn't need to be much, just give us twenty Galleons."

It was Mundungus. He didn't know where he ran to just now. He had been out of sight for a long time. Now that he saw that there was a profit, he suddenly jumped out.

If it was usual, he would not dare to appear in front of the director of the Auror Office, but it was different now. He came on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix.

Scrimgeour frowned. He didn't like Mundungus and even felt a little disgusted with him. He had too many shortcomings.

Petty thieves, cowards, and greed... I really don't know why Dumbledore recruited such a person into the Order of the Phoenix.

Is he too old and confused?

And he didn't do anything, and he still had the nerve to ask him for money?

Scrimgeour took a deep breath and was about to say something when he was interrupted by a sudden dragon roar.

And the sound became more and more, and soon spread all over the island.

Even if they didn't know about dragons, they could hear the anger in the other's voice.

"This is... the Hesperidian Black Dragon!" Cedric was the first to react and said in horror.

While he was talking, the sky quickly became dark, and a large number of black dragons were lingering in the air, covering the sky and the sun.

"It's over..."

Someone collapsed on the ground.

If so many dragons rushed over together, they would definitely die.

"I remember this is the territory of black dragons, and this kind of fire dragon hates magic the most."

"It's over, it must be that our All Curses Ending Curse just now attracted their attention."

"No, it should have nothing to do with us." As a former dragon breeder, Charlie still has some understanding of fire dragons.

"If it was All Curses Ending Curse, they should have rioted at the beginning, there is no need to wait until now.

"And don't forget, Li Huo is also magic, or a more active form of black magic...Strange, why were they so quiet before?"

Charlie didn't understand why the black dragons didn't move at all when Li Huo still existed. He always thought that the black dragons were no longer nearby.

But as soon as they finished cleaning up Li Huo, these big guys ran out.

"Then what should we do now..."

No one cared what the black dragon thought. Everyone immediately stood up and took out their wands that were riddled with holes.

Use this thing to resist the fire dragon?

No kidding.

Even Scrimgeour's face was serious. He raised his head and stared at the fire dragon in the sky.

"Don't do it, don't do it, put the wand down quickly."

Miles ran over panting from a distance, "Put the wand down quickly, don't irritate them anymore."

"You are..." Scrimgeour looked at the visitor warily.

"Miles McFasty."

"Are you from the McFasty family?"

"Yes." Miles nodded, "Don't use magic anymore. You don't want to see the black dragon flying to England."

"What happened here?" Scrimgeour asked sharply: "Where were you before?"

"Appease the black dragons on the other side of the island." Miles said calmly without any stage fright: "Lest they be killed by the mysterious man!"

"Can the mysterious man kill the fire dragon?" someone couldn't help but ask.

"If you had met him, you wouldn't ask such a stupid question." Miles glanced at the batter who was speaking, not bothering to explain anything.

In fact, a black dragon has been killed by a mysterious person, and there is more than one.

A flash of regret flashed in Miles's eyes, then he turned his head and whistled.

The black dragon in the sky became slightly quieter after hearing the sound, but still did not come down. It was still flying in the sky, making a deafening roar.

"What's going on here?" Scrimgeour asked again.

"The mysterious man is hunting down another wizard whose name I don't know." Miles said in a deep voice: "As for what exactly happened between them, as I just said, I have been on the other side of the island and Not sure."

"Then what's going on with these black dragons?" Charlie asked: "I don't know if it's an illusion, but I seem to feel... fear from their voices."

It's really incredible that a fire dragon can feel fear.

"It is indeed fear." Miles glanced at Charlie, "If you had also seen the powerful fire magic that was like a natural disaster, and the mysterious man's actions of blowing up half the mountain, you would also have been afraid."

"Do you need any help from us?" Mr. Weasley stepped forward and asked.

"No need, and you can't help..." At this point, Miles suddenly paused, "Well, the movement this time is too big, and it will be difficult for us to appease the black dragon in a short time.

"If possible, could you please contact a professional and ask him to come here."

"Professional?"

"That's Mr. Chris Chopper from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." Miles said, "He has been here before and is very good at dealing with black dragons. He should be able to help us a lot."

Everyone subconsciously looked at Cedric. Among all the people present, he was the only one from the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

"Well, I'm sorry." Cedric walked out and scratched his hair, "The director went to deal with the remaining dementors two days ago. He has been away from the ministry recently. I also looked for him before coming, but There's no one in his office."

"That's it." Miles shook his head, "Forget it, I'll just write to Mr. Scamander. I hope he has time."

"Then let's..."

Mr. Weasley wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Miles.

"I'm very grateful to you for helping to put out the fierce fire on the island." Miles waved his hand and said: "But you are used to using magic to solve problems, and you are not suitable to help appease the black dragon. Staying here will only cause us trouble. ”

"If you want to ask anything, please wait until we appease the black dragon before coming back. I will tell you everything I know by then."

Scrimgeour was still hesitant. He didn't want to let go of any clues related to the mysterious man.

But a flame falling from the sky made him make an instant decision. The flame was only a few feet away from them, and the black dragon seemed to want to rush over and kill them. However, Miles was nearby, so it did not act immediately.

"We will come again," said Scrimgeour.

The black dragons on the island are in chaos now, so it is indeed not a good time to ask questions.

In addition, they must replace it with a good wand as soon as possible.

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