The night was as dark as ink, and a brilliant fiery red light surrounded Augustus, and the pale red light reflected in the silver pupils, gathering into two blood-red spots. In the last life, as a legendary mage of the empire, once the war machine was activated, I don't know how many souls were buried in the hands of the Dao, and the road of magic was always paved with blood.

Lillian stood quietly behind Augustus, her face calm, even in the face of the most vicious group of people in England, the outlaws who had ruled the dark forces of the wizarding world for thirty years, she still couldn't feel a wave in her heart, because she knew that the one standing in front of her was the most indestructible back in this world.

The warm breeze of the summer night was blowing, and Augustus's slender figure stood in the breeze, and a low tone sounded in the night, "Now, there are only two choices before you, first, to state the purpose of this gathering, and second, to choose a good way to die. ”

The Death Eaters fell silent, an inexplicable subtlety enveloping the Death Eaters under the night sky, if anyone else had said such a thing to them, this group of unruly outlaws would have made him know what trouble came from his mouth, but in the face of this man, they hesitated, and the subconscious of the danger of life instinct told them that if they did not choose the first option, perhaps, the second item he said would come without a hint of warning.

"Mr. Augustus, I am the leader of this organization," after only a moment's delay, a somewhat tall Death Eater walked out, his face was respectful, "I'm sorry to disturb you, this gathering is just a carnival after the World Cup, for the sake of purebloods and Slytherins, please let us go, Death Eaters will never appear in your surroundings again." ”

"Interesting, carnival? Are these innocent Muggles a by-product of your? In a way, I have no prejudice against any Death Eater, but I am the person who is most disgusted with bullying the defenseless and weak in my life, so that Death Eater deserves to die, do you say he deserves to die? Augustus had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his pupils were full of coldness.

"Actually, we have already had a lot of complaints about him, this time the adults got rid of him with their own hands, it is simply very happy, there is such a scumbag among the Death Eaters, it is also our fault for negligence, and I hope the adults can understand us." The previous Death Eater leader hurriedly stood up to clarify the relationship, and as he turned around, he kept passing glances to the other Death Eaters.

As if understanding his eyes, the Death Eaters began one by one to denounce the tragic substitute for the dead ghost who had already died and could no longer die, "Good kill," "I have long seen him unpleasant," "The scum among the Death Eaters," all kinds of applause and scolding were interspersed.

"Alright," waved his hand impatiently, and Augustus stopped the Death Eaters who had seen the wind and rudder, "get out." ”

Before the Death Eaters could experience the joy of being in a desperate situation, a large green shiny thing suddenly appeared in the darkness. It leapt up to the treetops and flew into the air. A gigantic skeleton, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue. As they watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, glowing brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

A scream erupted from among the Death Eaters, and a slight explosion from the Apparition Shifter rang out, and in less than ten seconds, the Death Eaters in the clearing could not even find their shadows.

"Dark Mark of the Devil." Augustus looked at the green skeleton in the air with a serious face.

"Is that guy back?" Lilian asked, a little worried.

"It's probably just his servant, let's go check it out." Augustus motioned for Lillian to give him his hand, and with a slight jolt of air, Augustus and Lillian disappeared in place.

Stepping on the land, looking around, three embarrassed figures came into view.

"It seems to be Harry." Lillian looked over strangely, how the three of them would appear in the Dark Mark here.

Harry and the three also saw Augustus and Lillian, Hermione's eyes lit up, and she hurried over with the two of them, and before she could speak, she heard a series of popping sounds, and twenty wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them.

"Faint!" Twenty voices roared at the same time—followed by a series of dazzling flashes of light, like a strong wind blowing through the clearing, Augustus waved his wand impatiently, and a black cloud fell from the sky, enveloping the surroundings of Harrilian and the others, and all the cauteric red light that entered the cloud scattered to all other places, staggered above their heads, slammed into tree trunks, and was catapulted into the darkness—

"Stop!" A familiar voice shouted, "Stop! That's my son! ”

Mr. Weasley strode towards them, looking terrified.

"Mr. Augustus, Ron—Harry—" his voice trembled a little, "you're all wrong, are you?" ”

"Get out of the way, Arthur." A cold, emotionless voice said.

It's Mr. Crouch. He and the other wizarding officials in the ministry gathered around. Augustus' calm face was tinged with impatience.

"Which of you did this?" He snapped, his sharp eyes sweeping between the three of them, "Which of you has conjured the Dark Mark?" ”

"Crouch," came an elegant middle-aged man from the crowd, it was Brian, "do you think my daughter, and her classmates, any of them will be underage Death Eaters?" ”

"They were found at the crime scene!" Crouch still pointed his wand at Augustus.

"It's ridiculous, when, everyone at the scene became criminals, this theory is really interesting." Augustus scoffed.

"You've been spotted at such a good time, who else here but you can conjure the Dark Mark?" Crouch stubbornly stared at several people.

Augustus didn't answer, he was really too lazy to say anything about this director who asked for guilt as soon as he came up.

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woolen dressing gown, "they're still children, Barty, and they can't—"

"Where did this mark come from?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously.

"Over there," Hermione said in a trembling voice, gesturing to where they had just heard the voice, "there's someone behind the tree...... They spoke loudly—chanting a mantra—"