Chapter 599 Death Eaters In Action

At this moment, in the room, Broderick Bird, the silent man of the Department of Mysteries, was immersed in sleep. His face was sallow, his brows were furrowed, and he looked gloomy even in his sleep.

It was not until yesterday that he was discharged from the hospital early because of the new treatment, which was introduced by St. Mungo's Hospital from Offa United Company.

However, he is still confused as to why he went to the prophecy hall and tried to touch those prophecy balls. That impulsive behavior made him fall into the spell trap that protected the prophecy ball, making him think that he had become a teapot for a long time.

Suddenly, a magic alarm broke the tranquility of the night. It was the alarm triggered when the courtyard door was opened by a magic spell.

Broderick on the bed was awakened by the sudden sound. He sat up suddenly, his heart beating faster. He hurried to the window, rubbed his hazy eyes, and tried to adapt to the dim light. Immediately afterwards, he saw several black figures breaking into the yard.

He squinted his eyes and stared closely at the few shadows shaking in the dimness, trying to carve their outlines into his eyes.

As his vision gradually became clearer, his heart sank suddenly, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making him tremble involuntarily. He saw the faces of those people clearly, and they were the faces he least wanted to face in his life - meeting Latrix and the Death Eaters.

Fear made his legs seem to have lost their strength, and his knees were so weak that they could hardly support the weight of his body. He knew that he had to leave this place immediately, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Broderick first tried to use [Apparition] to escape, but the result was of course a failure. 11

"They set up an anti-phantom transfer array!" He suddenly exclaimed.

This was the reason why the Death Eaters took so long to enter the house.

Only then did Broderick realize that he was trapped in this room with nowhere to escape. He looked around anxiously, looking for a place to hide, but it was too late.

There was a loud "bang", the door was kicked open violently, and a tall figure appeared at the door.

Broderick subconsciously raised the wand in his hand, wanting to cast a spell to attack the opponent, but the opponent's reaction speed was faster, a spell flashed by, and Broderick's wand was instantly knocked away. At the same time, a The long black whip wrapped around his body like a spiritual snake, binding him tightly.

Broderick's eyes widened in horror, watching the other party approaching step by step.

The first one was Rudolphus Lestrange. He had a sinister smile on his face and a crazy light in his eyes. He had no intention of talking to the other party at all. He directly raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at Bro Derek cast a fire spell.

In an instant, crackling sounds and dazzling orange flames filled the entire room, completely surrounding Broderick.

Broderick struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the long whip, but the long whip seemed to have infinite power and bound him firmly in place. He watched helplessly as the flames approached him little by little, feeling the hot temperature raging on his face. When the breath of death hit him, he finally gave up resistance and waited numbly for his fate to come.

The flames were jumping and roaring, engulfing his cabinets and wallpaper. Those once-familiar items were reduced to ashes in the sea of ​​fire, and Broderick's heart was filled with endless sorrow and despair. He knew that his life was coming to an end.

"Why?"

Broderick's voice was trembling and weak as he tried to seek an answer from the Death Eaters who were about to turn away.

However, the only response he received was Bellatrix Lestrange's crazy laughter, sharp and harsh, like an owl's call in the night.

Rudolfs Lestrange taunted Lucius Malfoy next to him: "Look at this poor guy, Lucius, he still hasn't realized that he was cast by you before [ The Imperius Curse].

Looking at the wary Malfoy, Rudolfs couldn't help but shook his head, "You must be too timid to be so cautious about a guy who is so easy to control."

Broderick felt cold in his heart when he heard these words. He finally understood the truth of the matter, but what was the use of it all? He had no choice but to watch the Death Eaters leave the room one by one, leaving him to face the coming disaster alone. .

Soon, he saw one of the Death Eaters wave his wand again, and the corridor leading to the door was instantly engulfed in flames. The flames jumped from one shelf to another, like greedy beasts raging crazily. Even the mirror was ignited. Broderick saw that his own image in the mirror became blurred, and the background was Countless dancing flames.

The fire spread quickly, and the smoke billowed, and Broderick was choked. He felt the fiery snakes squirming at the soles of his feet, and the scorching pain made him cry out in agony.

In the end, the wailing sound was quickly drowned out by the roar of the flames, until there was no sound at all.

Bellatrix Lestrange and others watched the fire indifferently outside the house, confirming Broderick's death.

Rudolfs seemed not to be satisfied enough. He turned his wand with a grin and aimed at the Muggle house next door. He frantically continued to use magic spells to set fires everywhere, shouting: "Burn them! Let these filthy Muggles pay for their stupidity!"

The flames danced wildly in the night, turning the originally quiet alley into a purgatory on earth, while the Death Eaters stood in the distance, admiring their "masterpiece" with twisted and satisfied smiles on their faces.

"Rudolphus, stop! I don't want you to use the [Fire Curse] just because you don't want to make things worse. This doesn't mean you can cast the [Burning Curse] at will!" Lucius Malfoy was furious when he saw this. Panicked, he tried to grab Rudolfs' arm while he was casting the spell.

However, Bellatrix quickly stopped Lucius, "Lucius, why are you so nervous about a bunch of Muggles? You coward, believe me, you will be fine. That guy Fudge might even be there." It was published in the newspaper that it was these Muggles who caused the fire and killed Bode, let Rudolfs continue to burn it!"

At this time, in the Hogwarts castle, Harry Potter was walking slowly down the steps leading to Snape's underground classroom with heavy steps, his face full of frustration.

Based on his previous experience of going to class, Harry knew that if he faced Professor Snape in this state, his thoughts would be invisible to him.

However, he could not get rid of the thoughts that troubled him: the DA he trained was completely defeated in front of the members of the Erudite Society, and he, as the hope of everyone, was easily defeated by Steve like a clown...

Just when Harry was immersed in self-blame and loss, the door to the underground classroom slowly opened, and Professor Snape's cold face came into view.

"You're late again, Potter." Snape's voice was as cold as the cold wind, making Harry shiver.

Before Harry had time to explain, Snape had already waved his wand and cast Legilimency.

An invisible contest unfolded between the two, and Harry's thoughts were peeled open like an onion under Snape's prying eyes, with layers exposed.

Snape smiled sarcastically as he stared at Harry, who was slumped in the chair and breathing heavily.

"Look, what did I see? Our savior actually tried to correct the misconceptions of our good friend Levin Green, and also wanted to protect the students from the temptation of black magic? It's really ridiculous. Just because you don't even know the process of mixing vitality tonics You want to change their decision if you can't remember it? You are simply overestimating your ability." Snape's voice was long and drawn out, and every word was like a sharp blade, piercing Harry's heart.

Harry pursed his lips tightly, stared at Snape, and retorted loudly, "That's my privacy.

"Not to me." Snape's voice was cold and ruthless, "If you don't work harder, it won't be to You-Know-Who either."

"All your memories, he can use them as weapons against you." Snape's voice was suddenly as sharp as a knife, and he rushed towards Harry, placing his hands on the armrests of Harry's chair.

He leaned down and stared into Harry's eyes, as if he wanted to see through them, "If he wants to invade your mind, you won't be able to hold on for two seconds, Potter."

Harry was overwhelmed by Snape's momentum and fell silent.

Snape saw that Harry didn't answer, and straightened up, a trace of contempt flashed across his face, "You are just like your father, lazy and conceited. You think you can do whatever you want because you are the savior."

"You are not allowed to insult my father!" Harry was instantly ignited. He stood up suddenly and glared at Snape.

"Weak." Snape said two words coldly.

"I'm not weak!" Harry shouted back.

"Then prove yourself, Potter." Snape's voice is low and powerful, controlling your emotions and guarding your heart. The Dark Lord won't let you go just because you're tired.

With that said, Snape used Legilimency again, pointing the tip of his wand at Harry, and an invisible force quietly invaded Harry's brain.

However, Harry was no longer as defenseless as last time. He tried hard to resist the force and prevent Snape from prying into his heart.

But Snape still saw some clips - the hug between Harry and Sirius when they reunited, the affection and trust between them... These scenes made Snape's lips curl up with a sarcastic smile, "It's really disgusting. ".