Chapter 332 All Sent to Azkaban

Seconds!

One magic spell killed hundreds of people in seconds!

The Weasley father and son opened their mouths wide, looking at the ice sculptures in front of them in surprise, not knowing what to say for a moment.

Those are hundreds of wizards, not hundreds of pigs.

Besides, even if there were hundreds of pigs, you shouldn't have killed them so quickly.

silence!

There was silence between heaven and earth.

It was like pressing the pause button, and everyone was stunned by Sebastian's magic.

In just a moment, the commotion completely disappeared, and even the crying and shouting all around stopped.

Charlie looked at the ice sculptures, then looked up at Sebastian who was landing, with countless questions in his mind.

How did you block so many curses just now?

What is the magic of Ice Age?

How could they attack only the thugs so accurately without harming the surrounding Aurors and tents?

Could this be some ancient war magic? That's why I've never heard of it before.

The first to react were the reporters hiding in the surroundings. When they saw the danger disappear, they jumped out one by one, holding various cameras and magic cameras to shoot the scene.

"Big news! This is really big news!"

"He fought against hundreds of thugs alone and won easily. It seems that there is another wizard as powerful as Dumbledore in the wizarding world."

"Who would have thought that Mr. Swan had such a powerful side. If these thugs were not so arrogant, Mr. Swan would probably continue to hide."

Among the reporters was an old acquaintance of Sebastian, Rita Skeeter, who twisted her body and excitedly directed his assistants.

"Take another photo from this angle. Yes! Remember to take a photo of Mr. Swann and these ice sculptures together. The picture should have tension!"

"To show how handsome Mr. Swann is, and to show how powerful he is in suppressing everything."

"Would you like to see this photo?" her assistant asked.

Rita just took a quick glance and urged, "Take some pictures of the burning tent in the distance. This is a beautiful painting of ice and fire."

"Hurry up, Mr. Swann will be floating down soon."

Rita's mouth was crooked with smile: "Look at these thugs, the fans are making trouble everywhere, wantonly burning other people's property, wantonly attacking other tourists, and bullying Muggles for fun."

"Yo, there are a few people in there dressed as Death Eaters."

"Great! I will definitely be able to make a comeback with this report."

Rita's mind raced, and soon she came up with several excellent headlines. These headlines were all very catchy and would please the powerful Mr. Swann. She didn't want to give up any of them.

"Maybe... I can do a series of special reports."

The noise from the reporters made the silent scene come alive again, and the frozen thugs all let out miserable wails.

"Protest! I want to protest. I'm just an ordinary tourist. You can't do this to me."

"It's so cold. Can you let me out first? I promise not to resist."

"Damn it, I can't feel my right hand or my wand. I can't cast a single spell."

"Apparate! Apparate! Damn it, it's useless. When did they cast the Anti-Apparition Charm? Is there no way to survive?"

"I was wrong. I was just drunk and followed the group in a daze. I didn't do anything. Please let me go."

Sebastian fell from the sky and frowned slightly after hearing the wailing of the thugs.

"Too noisy! Now that you know you're wrong, what were you doing before?"

As he spoke, he waved his wand, and all the thugs fell silent, unable to make a sound.

He waved his wand again, and all the coverings on the thugs' faces disappeared.

Without this fig leaf, these guys turned pale, as if they were stripped naked, and they all lowered their heads.

Sebastian waved to the side, and a young Auror immediately ran over: "Professor Swan, you are so amazing, this is incredible."

Luo Fei's face was glowing with excitement: "What kind of magic is Ice Age? Can you give us a lesson?"

"It's just a freezing spell," Sebastian smiled gently, "but it requires a higher level of control over the spell and magical perception."

really?

I've read a lot, you can't fool me.

Looking at Luo Fei's expression, Sebastian shook his head helplessly: "I really didn't lie to you."

He pointed at the ice sculptures on the scene and said, "Let's deal with these guys first. You'll be busy tonight."

"Don't worry, leave it all to us," Luo Fei patted his chest and assured, "But many of our colleagues were knocked unconscious because they fought alone. I don't know how many people can be gathered here."

"Injured wizards can be sent to that bright place first," Sebastian pointed to the small sun in the distance, "My wife has organized a group of students to provide emergency treatment to the injured."

Hearing Sebastian's words, Rita in the crowd suddenly had an idea and pulled her assistant to walk in that direction.

Perhaps, praising Madame Swann more would make Sebastian happier. Once she was happy, she might not care about him at all.

As he was speaking, many staff members from the Ministry of Magic gathered from all directions.

After meeting Amelia Burns, Sebastian took out the magic image from the magic camera and gave it to her.

"These are all evidence of their rebellion, which will save you a lot of effort in collecting evidence during the trial."

Amelia nodded with satisfaction. "That's great! You really helped me a lot. With such clear evidence, the Ministry of Magic will not be afraid of any international disputes."

Fudge also appeared. He kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, with a look of fear on his face.

These bastards, the World Cup was about to end successfully, but they caused such a big mess for themselves.

As the Minister of Magic, I am going to be scolded by the people again.

Fortunately, Sebastian appeared in time to rescue the Muggles and stop the chaos.

"How are those Muggles doing?"

"Reporting to the Minister, those Muggles are in a coma. After waking them up, we found that they knew nothing about what happened tonight."

"So, the memory team wiped their memories and sent them home to sleep."

Ok!

Those Muggles are fine.

Otherwise, if these people really killed the Muggles, their reputation would be completely ruined.

Thinking of this, Fudge's face was filled with disgust, and he ordered viciously: "Take them all back to the Ministry of Magic and ask them how they got the courage to cause trouble in the British wizarding world. And these..."

He looked at the familiar pureblood faces among the thugs and said irritably, "Take them all back."

We have both witnesses and evidence. If these guys don't donate enough gold Galleons to the Ministry of Magic this time, they will all stay in Azkaban for a few months.

The spectators hiding in the woods came back one after another, and they all crowded nearby to watch this spectacular and satisfying scene.

Ron, Ginny and the twins joined up and searched the crowd for Mr. Weasley, Bill and Charlie.

Malfoy, also pale-faced, squeezed into the crowd, constantly looking for something in the ice sculpture.

Where is your father?

I hope he wasn't caught too.

There is no sign of him.

Where did Dad go?