Chapter 879: Rats should hide in the sewers and tremble

Explosions and flames began to spread outward from the center of the camp, and heart-wrenching screams could be heard everywhere.

Sirius and the others rushed over as soon as possible, and everywhere they looked were people struggling tenaciously.

Li Huo's demonic flames ignited countless tents, and the most shrill screams came from inside.

They rushed forward to rescue people, and Sirius and Lupin came to the flames that were growing rapidly with each second.

Allowing this demonic flame filled with destructive energy to continue to rage would only allow those damned Death Eaters to claim more innocent lives.

"Remus, I will try to reduce the scope of the fire, please help me keep a close eye on the surroundings!"

Sirius cast a counter-spell to the Fiery Flame Curse, and the speed at which the demonic flames expanded began to slow down significantly.

Lupin leaned against his back, wary of any attacks that might come at any time.

As time passed, the bright red and strange demonic flame began to be compressed rapidly.

When Sirius, sweating profusely, lowered his wand, a violent explosion sounded again behind them.

Lupin's expression was more serious than ever before. "Those damn guys will never stop!"

Most of the wizards in the camp were already asleep. No matter how fast they put out the fire and rescued people, they were still far slower than the Death Eaters in wreaking havoc.

The two turned and ran towards the location where the explosion had just occurred. All the magic projections in the camp were activated at this time.

Vincent's face appeared in the huge light curtain, his hair was blown up, and he seemed to be flying.

"My fellow countrymen, we are facing a terrible attack."

His eyes were extremely sharp. "They are the British Death Eaters, a group of inhuman terrorists."

Sirius and Lupin stopped while running because they saw a figure flying towards them at high speed.

Vincent in the light screen suddenly fell to the ground and aimed the camera at the raging fire in front of him.

"They are not very capable, they just kill and burn people."

A powerful magical wave caused ripples on the screen, and then the ever-expanding demonic flames were instantly extinguished.

The camera focused on Vincent's face again. His eyes were full of contempt. "This is not a special effect I made. The fierce fire they released is really nothing special."

A strange noise was heard, and he in the light curtain swayed slightly and slowly floated up.

The corners of his eyes curled up slightly, and his tone was full of disdain:

"Death Eaters, you bunch of cowardly rats, listen to me. The more you hide your head and show your tail, the more it proves your incompetence. If you have the guts, stand up and fight me one-on-one. I will fight all of you alone!"

Sirius and Lupin smiled at the same time.

Deliberately belittling the Death Eaters and then provoking them would invisibly dissipate the fear in people's hearts.

Fighting against a group of them alone? It should be more than 300,000 angry wizards fighting against them.

Vincent in mid-air did not interrupt his connection with the magic projection. His relaxed expression appeared in every corner of the camp.

People were no longer panicked or afraid, and began to spontaneously organize to rescue people.

Wales and other special team members couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

Now that the pressure on them has been reduced, they can focus on searching for the Death Eaters.

However, the camp area is more than ten times larger than the gymnasium, and the group of timid mice did not cause any more damage, so they most likely ran away.

Vincent, who had thought of this possibility earlier than them, tapped the magic communicator, uploaded the recorded video to the magic projector, and played it in a loop.

The countless light screens in the camp returned to the original picture, and Vincent was explaining the current situation.

After completing the arrangement, he slowly landed on the ground in reality and looked at the land that had been burned by the fierce fire.

The black magic destroyed all traceable traces, and trying to find those timid rats was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

Suddenly, a ball of red flame ignited in the air in front of him, and then a white figure appeared.

"Professor, you are too late."

Such a big thing happened, and Vincent informed Dumbledore as soon as he arrived at the camp.

Dumbledore glanced at his right arm, which was still slowly healing. "I have set up a very difficult-to-find tracking spell outside the camp. They will be marked without knowing it."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, "Professor, you're not going to catch them?"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly, "The true prophecy cannot be changed. Tom's return is inevitable. We cannot let a worse situation happen."

The only person whose identity can be confirmed is Peter Pettigrew. Who are the other two? Who is the one lying unconscious on the ground? Are there any other Death Eaters besides them? These questions are still unknown.

Dumbledore's approach was very safe. He quietly left a mark without alerting them, and they would definitely find clues by following the direction.

Although the plan was good, Vincent showed some dissatisfaction on his face. "Professor, I understand that you don't want to make the situation here worse, but when they go back, Tom will definitely find the marks you left behind."

His deep blue eyes were filled with disappointment. "If Tom hides his head, we will be in a passive position again. We won't be able to find him even if we have more clues."

Dumbledore smiled bitterly and looked into his eyes, "My child, your thoughts are becoming more and more like his."

Vincent took a deep breath and calmed himself down. "Professor, those cowardly rats kidnapped 300,000 wizards in the camp at once just to escape. If they don't pay a price, they will do even crazier things in the future."

Dumbledore shook his head slightly. "So I left the mark, just to make them timid and not dare to act as recklessly as they did tonight."

Vincent's tone was particularly cold. "This price is too low. Rats should hide in the sewers and tremble. If you dare to show up in the sun, you should be prepared to be trampled to death at any time."

"Your ideas are too extreme, Vincent." Dumbledore suddenly frowned.

"Professor, have they been marked?"

He nodded slightly, "Four people in total."

Vincent slightly moved his arm, which had almost healed, and said, "Professor, if you don't want to tell me the location, then I will find it myself."

The flying boots activated.

Dumbledore looked up at the determined face in the air.

He did not stop Vincent because he knew very well what the consequences would be.

"To the southwest, very close to the Anti-Apparition Charm's range."

Vincent, who was about to speed up and leave, looked back at him, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Thank you, professor, I won't let them get away easily."

The next second, the several nozzles of the flying boots combined into one.

Accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, Vincent's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

A strong wind whistled past, blowing up Dumbledore's white robes and his long white beard.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he was recalling some past events that had been forgotten for many years.

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