Chapter 878 The Timid Mouse

a few minutes ago,

Suddenly, a strange orange-red beam of light shot out from the audience seats, and the special patrol team rushed over immediately.

But just as they approached, countless fierce beams of light shot out from it one after another.

Without time to think, they hurried to block the beams of light that were shooting everywhere.

When the hole that had been getting bigger and bigger due to the bombing finally quieted down, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

If the bombing continues, the gymnasium that the Ministry of Magic has worked so hard to build will probably be reduced to ruins.

Wales asked his team members to be on guard around the area, and then went to the hole alone.

Possessing such power yet without any trace of dark magic, the attacker's magic level is extraordinary.

"Here's what's underneath..." His lips trembled slightly.

"Quick! The attacker is in the staff lounge!"

As they arrived, the black shadows whose identities were guessed chanted a spell together.

This time, Vincent did not choose to fight back. He kicked one man's wrist hard with his right foot, and his uninjured left hand tightly grasped a long-barreled pistol and pointed it at the other man's head.

With a "bang", a magic wand was kicked to the ground.

The other person had his head pointed at and did not dare to act rashly.

Vincent moved his injured arm slightly.

The recovery was fairly quick and it seemed there were no sequelae.

"Why are you targeting me? Because I once chased your master away? Or because I captured his most loyal servant with my own hands?"

The two shadows looked at each other and did not answer his question.

Vincent glanced at the large chunks of rock that had fallen from the ceiling.

The passage won't hold out for much longer and will probably collapse completely soon.

Don't want to talk? The Ministry of Magic has plenty of ways to pry them open.

Just then, Wales led the team to arrive.

"You're finally here." Vincent didn't look back, but pointed his long-barreled pistol at the metal skull mask that was glowing with a cold light.

Even with his back to him, Wales could recognize him from his hair color and voice.

"Wayne?"

"It's me, come and catch them quickly, this place is about to collapse."

Wales walked over cautiously, full of doubts.

When he saw the mask on the black shadow's face, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Could it be a copycat?

No, there are traces of black magic everywhere, no imitator would be so crazy.

Wales, with shaking hands, pulled out a magical chain from his pocket.

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded overhead, and the crumbling ceiling collapsed instantly.

Vincent immediately touched the snakewood trigger, and the orange-red beam of light hit the skull mask at close range. The black shadow who was hit lost consciousness and fell down on the spot.

He ignored the top of his head and pointed the long-barreled pistol at another dark figure who was sneaking around to pick up a wand.

There was another violent explosion, and the orange-red beam of light deflected off the wall, accelerating the collapse of the passage.

"Wayne!" Wales hastily cast an armor spell over his head, "Are you going to die?"

Vincent ignored him and touched the snakewood trigger again.

The members of the special team cast the Armor Spell one after another. After the dazzling orange-red light, large chunks of rubble fell from the top of their heads, and the entire passage was reduced to ruins in an instant.

As soon as a short black shadow took his two companions away, the stones on the ruins slowly floated up, revealing Vincent's figure.

Damn, I forgot to count Peter Pettigrew.

This cowardly mouse would not be kind enough to come back and rescue his companions. He must be afraid of being punished by Voldemort after returning.

Vincent walked out of the ground and looked around with sharp eyes.

As the aisle collapsed, the five or six rows of seats around it also collapsed.

I couldn't sense any magical fluctuations. It seemed that they didn't forcibly break the anti-Apparition spell, so the person shouldn't have run far away.

Wales also walked out of the ground at this time, "Wayne, where are they?"

"I don't know, but they can't run far."

Vincent cast a tracking spell, and a silver-white trail extended all the way out of the gymnasium.

Wales looked at him deeply and chased after him without saying a word.

The special team members who walked out of the ground one after another also chased after them.

Vincent looked at the silver-white track that continued to extend in the distance, and felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

That direction is the camp. If the Death Eaters make some big noise, it might cause a riot even bigger than the one on the day of the execution.

If 300,000 wizards start to rebel, and the British Ministry of Magic only has this many people in total, it would be considered lucky if they were not trampled to death by the panicked people.

Vincent looked down at his right arm which was still slowly healing.

He raised his hand with difficulty and took out a new magical communicator from Flamel's ring.

"Vincent?" The faces of Sirius and Arthur appeared on the projection screen one after another.

"There's no time to explain. Death Eaters have run into the camp and they—"

A sudden loud noise interrupted Vincent.

He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the emerald green mist slowly rising in the distance.

The huge skull opened its mouth and spit out a ferocious snake.

The Dark Mark reappeared, and the worst situation happened.

Vincent turned around and said, "The Death Eaters want to create a riot and then escape in the chaos. You must be careful."

After seeing the clear Dark Mark in the sky, Sirius and Arthur immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

Without any hesitation, they put on their coats and took their wands.

After ending the communication, Vincent took out the 2.0 version of the flying boots from Flamel's ring.

Aside from the fact that it's still a bit loud, its performance is much more stable than the 1.0 version we initially tested.

Wales and the special team members who had just arrived at the camp could hear a noise like that of a Muggle fighter plane, and then they felt a strong wind blowing overhead.

Suddenly, a figure like a meteor streaked across the night sky and fell heavily to the ground near the Dark Mark.

Wales was just stunned for a moment, "It's Wayne!"

The members of the special team were reminded of the commercials that Wayne Enterprises had previously played.

After all, advertisements are just advertisements, and the real thing will never be the same as in the promotion.

But these flying boots are so awesome, much more awesome than what is shown in the advertisement.

Wales didn't give them time to sigh, "Hurry up! We have to hurry over too!"

The closer they got to the Dark Mark, the more people were awakened and walked out of their tents.

Although most foreign wizards didn't know what was happening and just stared blankly at the green skull in the sky, they also realized that this was a dangerous signal.

"Please make way...please make way..."

Wales pushed his way through the crowd and ran under the Dark Mark.

Vincent was no longer here, and the silvery-white trail had disappeared.

"Work in pairs! Be careful of sneak attacks from Death Eaters!"

Just as he finished speaking, a loud noise came from their left.

Along with the violent explosion, a bright red and strange flame rose up.

Wales' face turned pale. "Explosive spell, and fierce fire spell..."

If we continue to let the Death Eaters run wild, the entire camp will turn into a hell.

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