Chapter 881 The true prophecy cannot be changed
The continuous explosions outside the camp immediately attracted the attention of the special team, and they rushed towards the source of the sound without thinking.
From a distance, they saw large clouds of smoke and dust rolling out.
There is only one magic that can create such a large-scale explosion, a blasting spell that injects a large amount of negative emotions.
But the strange thing is that there is only a slight, barely noticeable aura of black magic around.
Even though it's close, it's not as rich as it should be.
Not black magic?
Wales' eyes darted around as if searching for something.
Finally, he raised his head and saw the figure floating in the air.
"alert!"
The members of the special team dispersed and surrounded the smoke that was beginning to dissipate.
Vincent in the sky slowly descended.
He glanced at Wales, who had a particularly grim expression on his face, and said, "Those rats should not be dead yet. You must be careful when you catch them."
Wales's expression became even uglier. "Wayne, we are not playing school house now. They are Death Eaters. You should notify us as soon as you find any trace of them."
Vincent landed in front of him and glanced down at the flying boots on his feet. "By the time you get here, they will have already escaped beyond the range of the Anti-Apparition Spell."
"You..." Wales was speechless and glared at him fiercely.
He looked at Vincent's pale face, his eyes suddenly softened, "Are you hurt again?"
"They're not dead yet." Vincent looked at the smoke that was about to dissipate. "They should be in a much worse condition than me."
Wales raised his hand to stop him from coming closer, "If you're injured, just take a good rest. Leave this to us."
Capturing Death Eaters is the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. No matter how high Vincent's magical level is or how great his abilities are, he is still just a student and should be protected by them.
Vincent stood there, watching silently as he raised his wand and walked towards the smoke.
Although this person is stubborn and has a strong prejudice against himself, he can be considered a good person overall.
People who are conscientious and have no ulterior motives are not uncommon in the Ministry of Magic.
Unfortunately, due to the incompetence of the upper echelons, they often carry out some disgusting actions.
"A violent wind blew away--" Wales waved his wand and blew away all the smoke and dust.
There were four figures lying on the bumpy ground, three of them had their black robes torn, revealing large patches of burned skin.
As for the man in pajamas, he was actually blessed by Mr. Merlin. There was only a thin layer of dust on his body, and it seemed that he was not hit by the explosion.
Vincent secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There was no accidental injury, and now I have no psychological burden at all.
Wales and the special team approached cautiously.
It looked like they had lost consciousness, but who knew if they were pretending to be dead.
There were some evil and crazy Death Eaters who even sacrificed their parents, wives and children in order to achieve their goals.
"Stop!" Wales pointed his wand at a short Death Eater lying on the ground in front of him.
After turning him over with magic, all the members of the special team clenched their fists.
Peter Pettigrew, the heinous criminal who betrayed the Potters, killed 12 innocent Muggles and framed Sirius Black, was finally caught.
Wales looked coldly at the remaining two Death Eaters who were more seriously injured.
One of them was disfigured, while the other was wearing a cracked metal skull mask.
"Control them first. I'll go check on the one who's not injured."
His guess was basically the same as Vincent's, both of them tended to believe that the man was kidnapped.
As for why the Death Eaters went to so much trouble to kidnap people in the gymnasium, the answer will be revealed once their identities are confirmed.
Wells slowly walked towards the man, his wand always pointed at him.
He waved his wand and turned the man over.
"How can it be!"
Wales' exclamation made Vincent curious.
Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far, and I was facing away from it, so no matter how good my eyesight was, I couldn't see it.
Wales was stunned for a moment and then quickly bent down and squatted.
He held up the man's back and called softly, "Wake up, Minister Fudge, wake up quickly."
Fudge?
Vincent frowned subconsciously.
This busy man didn't even come to watch the game tonight, so how could he be in the stadium?
And he doesn't live in the staff lounge, so it can't be that the Death Eaters came to his house and kidnapped him to the gymnasium, right?
Wales was a stubborn man and had no doubts at all. Seeing that Fudge was still unconscious, he put down his wand and reached into his pocket.
Vincent in the distance frowned even deeper.
No, that's not right.
The height and body shape don't match at all, this is a fake!
"Watch out! He's not Fudge!"
Wales, who had just taken out a bottle of potion from his pocket, became alert instantly and subconsciously reached for the wand beside him.
Just as his hand touched the wand, the unconscious "Fudge" suddenly opened his eyes and revealed an extremely cruel smile.
"Damn it!" Vincent looked at Wales falling backwards and quickly activated his flying boots.
The members of the special team reacted faster than him, but "Fudge", who had just woken up, had already stuck the wand that had just cast a vicious spell into the ground.
Several evil and cold auras gushed out from the ground and rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed.
Their strong aura of black magic even distorted the surrounding air, causing everything that came into contact with it to quickly decay.
"Ah——" the special team wailed in pain.
Their skin shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had aged all of a sudden.
Such a vicious black magic curse forced Vincent to brake suddenly and stop in mid-air.
He watched from afar as "Fudge" slowly stood up.
Merlin actually blessed the Death Eaters!
No, it's that damn prophecy!
"The true prophecy cannot be changed...Tom's return is inevitable...We can't let the worse happen..."
Dumbledore's words echoed in Vincent's mind.
If discovering the Death Eaters' tracks tonight was accidental, then their successful escape was inevitable.
The prophecy has already determined the ending, and it will use an invisible big hand to push things back on track.
Vincent clenched the double snake staff in his hand, stared at "Fudge" with eyes full of anger and unwillingness, then raised his wand again and used magic to float the three people who fell to the ground.
The eyes of the two people collided with each other through the evil and cold aura.
"Fudge" raised his eyes slightly and nodded at the special team members who were kneeling on the ground in pain.
He grinned mockingly and made a gesture that almost made Vincent want to rush in.
"You're as good as these Ministry of Magic lackeys..."
Vincent quickly suppressed the anger in his heart, but terrible waves of magic burst out from his body.
Fudge narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people floating beside him.
The fact that he could set up a trap that wiped out the special team was enough to prove that he was not an impulsive person.
But before turning away, he mouthed to Vincent again.
"We are leaving, and these cursed losers are going to die..."
Before leaving, he did not forget to mock harshly. It seems that he is one of those people who has extremely low self-esteem and always likes to seek a sense of existence.
Vincent stopped staring at Fudge's departing back.
He landed quickly and concentrated all the magical fluctuations that had just erupted on the double snake staff.
There was no need for any spells or casting gestures; a mighty spell that was much more powerful than extinguishing the fierce fire instantly shattered the evil and cold aura.
It is not enough to just lift the curse, the effects of black magic are difficult to completely eliminate.
The body can heal slowly over time, but mental trauma may not be able to do so.
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