The Traceless Stretch Spell is an advanced spell that expands into what is considered an enclosed space, and depending on the caster's proficiency and depth of understanding, this spell can be repeated and stacked to extraordinary effect.

Of course, each time you stack, the difficulty of continuing to stack increases dramatically. Therefore, although this spell theoretically has no upper limit on stacking, after all, manpower is sometimes poor, and no one has ever explored whether there is a so-called limit of this spell.

Incidentally, because this spell is likely to be used by those with bad intentions, the International Confederation of Wizards has had a set of clear laws from the very beginning that prohibit individuals from using it at will.

It's just that how many guys who really want to use it to achieve certain purposes care about whether they break the law or not?

Right now, some of the Death Eaters who have escaped from the Ministry of Magic are hiding in the suitcase that has been spelled the Stretch Without a Trace, trying to escape the Aurors' pursuit.

The suitcase had been spelled by Voldemort himself, and the interior was staggeringly large enough to resemble a Muggle manor. Not only is there more than a dozen separate rooms divided by magic, but there is even a large living room and a vestibule garden, so that if someone wakes up from it, they will really think that they have been taken to the private residence of some big man.

At this moment, five or six Death Eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall, all of them looking not very good.

In fact, this was not all of the members who had escaped from the Ministry, most of them had dispersed after leaving the Ministry's fireplace. In order to maximize the secret mission left by their master, these Death Eaters, who were the most loyal and fanatical to Voldemort, have long since put aside their own lives and deaths to cover the people here to attract the attention of the outside world.

It's just that the Aurors may not be as good as they should be in terms of combat, but they have a lot of tools to help them track and search, and in a hurry, they still can't get rid of those damn bastards completely.

Since last night, the Aurors have sent four teams to search the place, and the number will continue to rise. I knew that when I was first discovered last night, I would have divided a few more people to go out to cover up, and I wouldn't be stuck in a suitcase like I am now.

The companions who were sent out to inquire about the situation before have not returned at this moment, perhaps because they are more than lucky.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer," the first to speak was a dark-skinned Death Eater, his expression looking a little distorted, "keep waiting, sooner or later these Aurors will find here." ”

Now that Voldemort was gone, the tall Yaxley seemed to be the leader of their group. He still seemed composed—at least a little calmer than the rest of the room, but the slight irritability was still lingering in his mind, and he couldn't think as well as he normally would.

"I know what you're thinking, Dolokhov......" Yaxley said, frowning, "but not now, it's not the time. ”

"When is that time?" Dolokhov was clearly the kind of person who was easily irritable, and in this situation, he was almost unable to suppress his depressed mood.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Screw their heads off!"

Dolokhov was followed by Goyle and Crabb's big-shouldered and round-waisted guys. Like their respective sons, they all started out with Lucius Malfoy.

However, not only do they have a muscular body that ordinary wizards don't have, but even their heads are full of useless muscles. For Lucius, they have no so-called loyalty, and they have long been adopted by Voldemort.

"You two shut up." Yaxley didn't even look at them.

Although Dolokhov was often irritable, at least he still had brains, like these two guys, only with a body of strength that was not useful to a wizard. It's the fact that they're only the size of a troll is what makes them stand here with everyone else - at least they're usually obedient, aren't they?

"Dolokhov, bear with me a little longer—Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly chubby female Death Eater tugged at the peaked hat on her head and whispered, "I don't think Mucheber is so easy to catch the Aurors. He's best at muddying the waters, isn't he? ”

"Hmph."

Dolokhov touched the stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently, but did not refute. Obviously, he was also quite convinced of Namursebe's abilities, and he was the one who was the best at the Imperius Charm.

"He'd better come back soon, or we'll be trapped in this suitcase." He added impatiently.

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he knew that Dolokhov's words were not wrong.

In the current situation, there is no way for them to escape. Not to mention that the continuous apparition shifts had exhausted them from before, even if they appeared elsewhere now, they would still be quickly found by the Aurors' detection tools.

And in such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find another place that is as suitable for hiding as it is now.

"Wait the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly gritted his teeth, and said in a hoarse voice, "If Murseber doesn't come back in the next twenty minutes......"

He paused, then glanced back at the innermost room in the living room.

“…… If he doesn't come back by then, we'll go ahead with the final plan. ”

What is the final solution? No one would ask this question, because even stupid people like Goyle and Crabbe had long since memorized what they had to do under the weight of Voldemort.

Hopefully, the final plan would have had everyone here snapped back to the Ministry of Magic and thrown into the Azkaban, which had been fortified several times, but the outlaws wouldn't hesitate.

It's all for their only master, the great King of Dark Wizards, Lord Voldemort.

Each of them was convinced that their Dark Lord would sweep in again. And all they have to do is to complete the task left to them by their master and wait for their master's return with peace of mind.

When Yaxley mentioned the "final plan", all the Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door deep in the living room. And in their eyes, there was only endless fanaticism.

……

On the other hand, as the hope in the hearts of those Death Eaters, Murseber is working tirelessly. However, instead of trying to control the Muggles with the Imperius Curse, he was trying to keep his head in the messy shantytown.

Speaking of which, he did manage to control nearly ten Muggle men and women smoothly at first, and was still trying to multiply that number several times. As part of his plan, he was to control the Muggles to deliberately run into the streets, so that the Muggle expulsion spell that the Aurors mistakenly thought there was a certain alley would not work.

It would be great if the Aurors could be fooled, but if they weren't, it would also be a lot of delay. If enough gaps can be created, they may be able to find a gap to get out of here.

It's a pity that his plan was just the beginning, and Maca sensed the magic fluctuations of the Imperius Curse. Immediately after, Maca asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him.

"We don't really have to catch up with him, as long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, we're halfway there."

This was what Maca was saying, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agreed. So, as they chased forward, Maca walked around the side on her own, silently staring at the sneaky fellow.

However, the obscene-looking Death Eater was clearly not a fool either. He was cautious enough not to immediately run to the shack where the suitcase was placed, but chose a completely different direction.

Maca stepped on the magic book and followed not far from Namurseber's side. He was sure that the Death Eaters' hiding place would not be too far from where they were, and that this guy had been chased by Sirius for some distance now.

"Forget it."

Since he couldn't find his target in the most convenient way, he didn't want to follow others in circles anymore. But when he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, a full-body binding spell immediately fell silently on Namur Seber's back, firmly restricting his mobility.

With a muffled "bang", Murseber fell to the ground like a statue on all fours, and slammed straight into a roof in front of him with inertia.

The simple shack here was already unstable, and when he hit it like this, half of it collapsed in an instant.

Maca's movements did not pause in the slightest, casting the spell one moment ago, and the next moment she was already at the place where Murseber had fallen. Although more than half of the guy was crushed under the plank, and the dust was all over the sky, it was easy to find him.

It's just that Maca underestimated the determination of this group of outlaws this time, and when he found that a restless magic wave suddenly stirred up, it was too late to stop it.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion rang out beneath the collapsed scaffolding, followed by a wave of heat and a huge flame that obscured the view.

This explosion came and went quickly, and the power was not that powerful, as far as Maca estimated, even a slightly stronger iron armor spell was enough to make people unharmed. But its scope seems to be quite wide, and if its destructive power is allowed to spread, it can affect almost an entire shanty settlement in the vicinity.

In order to prevent the Muggles here, Maca had to choose to keep the explosion within a limited range first.