Chapter 413: The British Exiles

"We won!" the Egyptian wizard said in an affirmative tone.

The surrounding Death Eaters saw that their generals had fled, and they also lost their will to fight and evacuated.

The wizards on the Egyptian side seized the opportunity, constantly interfering with them when they appeared, and continued to expand the results of the battle.

Moreover, they adopted the method of severely injuring but not killing, in order to eliminate Voldemort's manpower as much as possible and prepare for the next general attack.

The wizarding war between the two continents ended, and the Egyptian side began to deal with the subsequent events quietly. They closed the memories of witnesses in neighboring countries, and at the same time continued to publicize Voldemort's defeat to attract more wizards who resisted him to Egypt.

Voldemort's side was not to be outdone. They completely lifted the Statute of Secrecy, announcing that wizards could freely plunder Muggle wealth and study dark magic at will, thus attracting a group of ambitious people in the world to the European continent.

Of course, they also announced to the outside world that this war was a victory for their side, and that the Egyptian manpower had been severely damaged by them.

The United States and Dongxia tacitly turned a blind eye and released all the dark wizards in their homes, which really improved the security environment in the wizarding world in the two places.

As for the excellent British region, they are still acting as offshore troublemakers, both internally and externally.

All the excellent Aurors were mobilized just to capture three young wizards who were old enough to stay in Hogwarts and attend classes.

However, Humphrey's four-step approach in the British region meant that by the time they announced the incident to the outside world, they had completely lost the opportunity to capture them.

Harry, Ron and Hermione landed in an uninhabited forest in the Scottish Highlands.

Ron, who was not good at this magic, was split during the Apparition, resulting in a large piece of his shoulder being cut off.

But this was not the worst. Hermione was caught by a Death Eater when she Apparated and was taken to the Black mansion.

The Death Eaters' observation forced the secret to be revealed, and thus the location of Number 12 Grimmauld Place was exposed, causing the Order of the Phoenix, which already had few bases, to lose another base.

Hermione, who was standing next to him, was using distilled essence on Ron and tearing off some gauze to bandage his body.

"Harry, I'm so sorry, I've been there, but Yaxley caught me and I couldn't do anything..." Hermione blamed herself for exposing the Black mansion.

"I don't blame you. We were prepared to pay the price for fighting the Death Eaters from the beginning."

Harry used his wand to summon some sticks and worked with Hermione to fix Ron's arm.

Seeing that Ron's breathing was gradually stabilizing, Hermione walked to the outside of the woods and began to cast a spell with her blood-stained hands.

"All protection, safe guard, Muggle expulsion, close ears and ears..."

"What are you doing?" Harry saw Hermione casting a spell in the distance.

"We're setting up protective magic. You don't want what happened on Shaftesbury Avenue to happen again." Hermione turned around.

"You can put up the tent now."

"Where?" Harry looked around but didn't see any tents.

"In the bag." Hermione rolled her eyes. She was glad that she followed the two of them, otherwise they would have given their lives back to nature because they could not survive in the wild.

Harry ran over and opened Hermione's bag. A dragon-shaped knitted pattern on it caught his attention, but now was not the time to ask questions.

Harry took out a small tent from his bag. It was no bigger than his palm.

"This?" Harry turned around in confusion.

"Put it on the ground and use the magnification spell!" Hermione was busy. She repeatedly cast multiple protective spells in this area.

I learned this method of multiple casting from Aiden's notes a long time ago. I didn't expect it to come in handy today.

Harry placed the mini tent on the ground and pointed a spell at it, "Enlarge quickly!"

The tent suddenly propped up and pushed Harry out. Hermione came over, helped Ron who was lying on the ground and carried him into the tent.

At night, the dim light of the fire illuminated the faces of these three young men and women. They did not feel good about leaving their homes and becoming homeless.

"By the way, Hermione, I saw a dragon-shaped mark on your bag." Harry recalled what he saw during the day.

"Yes, it was a birthday present that Aiden gave me before he disappeared. At that time, I was curious why he gave me these." Hermione looked at the kerosene lamp and forced a smile.

"Wait, you said he knew all this but let it happen!" Ron was a little excited, "Oh, right, he is a prophet, this bastard might be hiding somewhere right now, watching us make a fool of ourselves!"

He became more and more excited and even took out his wand to cast a spell. Fortunately, Hermione behind him and the silent Expelliarmus detonated Ron's wand, preventing the tent from being burned.

"You idiot, have you forgotten Aiden we saw in Avalon that day? He was stuck there!" Hermione scolded Ron, which made him regain some of his sanity.

"Sorry, I wasn't myself just now." Ron lowered his head.

"You're just tired, Ron, go and rest." Harry stepped out and stopped the topic. After all, they were now tied to the same rope. If they continued to fight among themselves, there would really be no hope at all.

Hermione turned off the light in the tent, and the silence of the night enveloped them.

The next day, the sun shone through the mottled leaves and sent spots of light to the ground. Harry was awakened by the light that went straight into his eyelids.

There was a hole in the tent in front of him, and it seemed that the two friends had woken up.

Harry pulled aside the curtain and saw Hermione cooking and Ron sitting next to her.

"Hey." Harry greeted them, but both of them were in a very low mood.

"What's wrong?" Harry noticed that the two looked unhappy.

Hermione tapped the radio next to her, and it began broadcasting news from the Ministry of Magic over a specific frequency.

'The great Lord Voldemort led us to conquer the European continent. Now the battle line has advanced to the Mediterranean region, and we won an unprecedented victory above the Mediterranean yesterday...'

"She's getting stronger, we have to speed up." Hermione looked serious.

Moreover, her two older sons had no idea that Voldemort had the ability to organize a wizarding team of tens of thousands of people. What a terrifying concept that was.

Listening to the news along with the three was a dragon that was stuck in the hazy fantasy world - Avalon.

"Oh, how can she have the nerve to claim that she is 'unprecedented' when she was defeated by Edmund?" Oliver made two 'yeah' gestures and then hooked his fingers.

"I don't know. Maybe it's because I've studied too many magic books." Aiden exhaled, blowing away all the power transmitted from the deep world.