In mid-air, the snow was still falling.

The fluttering snowflakes emitted an eerie blue sheen, silently sliding towards the earth, and the airspace for about a mile fell silent.

Even the wind froze.

Tagore hovered beyond the clouds the color of the deep sea, silently looking at the world that seemed to be long dead, with no expression on his face.

Only the three Petyr guards, who had stopped him and reasoned with him, walked back and forth through the clouds, trying to rescue their companions who had been frozen in the ice mist—they were wrapped in glowing blue crystals along with the broomsticks underneath them, floating silently in mid-air, and the panicked expressions on their faces were still clearly visible at the moment of the catastrophe.

Relying on the Fire Charm to melt the ice made of those magical powers soon proved to be wishful thinking—the entire airspace seemed to have been completely penetrated by the extremely cold magic, and the flames of the Fire Charm rushed up almost as soon as they were activated, completely annihilating the incompatible red glow.

So in the end, they had no choice but to tie the ice sculptures above the clouds with rope binding spells, and slowly drag them out of the dead land little by little. This is not easy, because even though this terrifying spell has long since ended, those sticky and dangerous magic still stubbornly pervade this space, and the cold thaumaturgy blessed by them cannot completely resist the cold that invades the depths of the soul.

When the three of Petyr's men came out of the clouds with seven or eight large bags of humanoid ice sculptures on their hands, their faces were all terrifying expressions of escaping death, and the cold protection thaumaturgy blessed on their bodies was almost consumed by the cold to the point that there was only a thin layer left.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Tagore. Our ability is limited......" The thin black wizard led by him turned his head with a pale face and looked at the extremely beautiful but murderous picture behind him, and couldn't help but shiver excitedly. "There are still your subordinates inside, but we really don't have the ability to ...... anymore."

"It doesn't matter." Tagore waved his hand faintly, without any intention of rescuing his men in danger. "The initiators of this magic have no intention of taking people's lives, and when the magic dissipates, they will naturally regain their freedom - besides, it is only a few Vaishyas."

Just a few Vaishyas......

The three guards of the Petyr family, who were also of the Vaishya class, looked at each other and did not open their mouths to refute very sensibly. As the eldest son of the Tagore family, the 'overseer' of the five Brahmin families, Mr. Tagore single-handedly controls nearly 1,000 Kshatriya Aurors and thugs of the Kshatriya class in the Supervision Department and the Law Enforcement Department of the Indian Ministry of Magic, and countless Vaishyas and Shudras are supernumerary. Not to mention that those people's lives were not in danger, even if they were sacrificed here, for Tagore, it was only a small amount of compensation.

He does have the confidence and qualifications to say this.

"Your ......, my lord"

Tagore ignored the faint reminder beside him, still staring intently at the clouds in front of him, and after more than ten seconds, as if he had made up his mind, he finally pulled out the wand on his waist.

"Root Cause Analysis."

With a slight wave of the wand, it was dotted on the edge of the ice-blue mist, followed by a blinding glare of light—the space filled with mist suddenly changed, like a vein on a leaf, as if a solid band of light gradually emerged from the void, they stretched, expanded, and slowly turned into petals, spreading and overlapping into the depths of the clouds.

In a few moments, the blooming Ice Rose was once again blooming in the air in a radius of a mile.

Seeing this scene, Tagore's eyes, for the first time, showed a look on his face other than indifference.

Lord Tagore, are you afraid?

"Ancient magic."

"What?" The faces of the Petyr family's guards changed in unison. "But my lord, an ancient magic of this strength and scope, even if ten adult wizards overdraft all their magic power, they may not be able to release it, just those children who have just been in school for two days...... How is that possible? ”

Rabindranath Tagore shook his head, his robe being torn strangely, as if something invisible was tearing at his sleeve. So he reached out and fumbled in his sleeve.

"You can't do it with just a few kids, but—" he said, taking a bloody red ball from his sleeve and throwing it into the air. Immediately after, there was a sound in the air that seemed to be teeth clenching, and the small red ball suddenly disappeared. "If it's the strongest wizard in the British Isles standing behind them, it's hard to say."

After a moment of silence, the three members of the Petyr family looked at each other with strange expressions, and the wizard who seemed to be the leader spoke cautiously.

"You mean, Dumbledore?" He said, "But Dumbledore shouldn't have a reason to meddle in our Indian wizarding world...... Mr. Tagore, are you worrying too much......"

"Take your man back with Phantom Shifter, tell Vikas, and ask him to come to the Ministry of Magic to deliver a few words for me."

Tagore interrupted the head of the guard very directly, or rather, he didn't seem to care about what the guy had to say. "Request the Ministry of Magic to complete the airspace alert from Calcutta to the Sino-Indian border within two hours, send the Inspectorate and its supernumerary members to seal the border, and report to me immediately if any foreign wizards attempt to leave the country on the flying carpet during this period. Reason...... Suspected kidnapping of Brahmin nobles. ”

"This!" The head of the guard was taken aback, he didn't think that in order to catch those children, Tagore would choose to directly use a state apparatus like the Ministry of Magic in India. And... The kidnapping of a Brahmin nobleman is a crime that is treason and is almost guaranteed to be punished with capital punishment - this seems to be too far from Mr. Petyer's original order!

But Tagore's serious expression at this time could not be carried out by the head of the guard, and under the gloomy gaze, the leader had to bow his head, he deflected the broom, and was about to take his subordinates and the ice sculpture to the ground together. But as soon as his broom was pressed down, he was stopped by Tagore.

"Wait a minute, there's one more thing." Tagore unconsciously stroked the mane of the formless creature beneath him, hesitate for a moment. "Tell the Department of International Affairs to get ready, and in ten minutes apply to the British Ministry of Magic to connect to Floo.com—I have something to go over."

Petyer's guards left. Soon, silence returned to all around, and Tagore was left alone, frowning and staring at the swirling ice flower, and did not leave for a long time.

"The 'chalky flower' that blooms in early summer...... But why, the prophesied people...... Could it be Dumbledore? ”

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"What did you just call me to say?" Hermione stammered.

Harry's panicked tone made Harry look up a little confused, and found Hermione kneeling crampedly next to Brandy, her eyes dodging, pretending to be watching the distant stars, and a little fiery red potion on the corner of her mouth.

What, it's almost like writing 'suspicious' on your face!

If this had been done in a normal day, Harry would have teased her curiously. But in this situation, he obviously didn't have that mood and spare time, the potion steam effect and Ron's strange condition at the moment dispelled Harry's suspicions, he shook his head, and then struggled to lift Ron off the flying carpet.

"Come and see, this ...... on Ron's neck"

He said a little confused, then tilted Ron's lifeless head to the side, revealing what shimmered on his neck—what looked like a small tattoo, but it still flashed like a shimmering doji.

Harry had never seen Ron have a tattoo on his neck before.

Seeing this strange magic symbol, Hermione had just been warmed by the medicinal power, and her face, which had finally recovered her blood, suddenly turned pale again.

"Oh no, Harry." She took a deep breath and hurriedly said, "It's like a marker spell, and the guy who casts this spell can track down Ron's location with 'show me the way'!" ”

Harry was startled, then immediately nervous, and reflexively raised his wand and turned to look at the night sky behind him. At the moment, he was the only one left who could barely fight, and he was really worried that he would not be able to protect his companions.

But then he reacted, the guy who marked Ron at this time, if nothing else, should still be a block of ice, lying quietly in Brandy's ice cloud.

"Can we get rid of it, Hermione?" He calmed down for a moment, and then thought about a solution. "If you've seen it in the book, you should be able to remember the corresponding spellbreaker, right...... Can you show it? ”

"I'm afraid this won't work......"

Hermione's words sent Harry's heart sink.

"The biggest feature of this mark magic is that it is difficult to crack, different chanting methods will correspond to different spells, in fact, in the library records alone, there are thousands of spells to be broken, how can I write them all down." Hermione said, fumbling in Brandi's backpack and pulling out a large glass bottle that looked out of place compared to other potions. "And...... Even if you remember ......."

Hermione's body trembled as she uttered a spell casually, and her brow furrowed as if she were enduring some great pain. At the same time, such a simple spell didn't work out - after her wand shot out a few sparks, there was no response.

"It's ...... Mana exhaustion? Harry looked at her worriedly.

Hermione endured the throbbing pain in her body, nodded, and reluctantly tossed her wand aside. "I'm afraid it's a lot worse than it used to be... I've never said so many mantras at one time. I can't slow down for about a week...... You see, now that you can't even cast the fluorescent spell, where else can you try to break the spell. ”

"Wouldn't it be dangerous now! God knows when the guy who marked Ron will come to his senses. Harry looked around nervously, as if an enemy would burst out of the night at any moment. Now we can only hope that Brandi's spell will trap them a little longer...... The formation just now was quite shocking, I don't know what it actually is - Hermione? ”

He turned around and inexplicably saw that Hermione was eagerly clutching a large glass bottle, gesturing at Brandy's mouth. The bottle contained a very magnificent amber liquid, and a soft flame burned on the surface.

"What are you doing???

"Got a potion for Ron? Why don't you come over and help? Hermione hurriedly beckoned Harry over and watched as he grabbed Brandi's cheek with his hand, forcing his mouth to open a small opening. Pinch his mouth open...... Right! That's it! Keep it still! ”

As she spoke, she uncorked the glass bottle—and in an instant, a very pungent smell poured out of the bottle. Harry felt a strange vertigo just by smelling it...... It's like

"Huh?" He said in surprise as Hermione pointed the bottle at Brandy's mouth, the amber liquid sliding into his mouth little by little. "Didn't you just say that you and Brandi shared a bottle of frostbite potion, and half a bottle?"

Hermione's face flushed rapidly, and she pouted to the side, gesturing to him for the empty bottle next to her. "Well, I just accidentally drank it all......"

"What?"

"Don't be verbose, don't move your hands! Isn't it the same with flame whiskey? Hermione said fiercely, "Brandi mentioned it before, Hagrid said that this thing also has a good effect on the cold, and he shouldn't be wrong about that-" She poured a little and watched Brandi swallow it. Finding that the frost on his body had not subsided, he continued to feed him on his own. "Strange, why isn't it steaming yet...... Did I pour too little? ”

Goo dong goo dong dong~

Harry, with a bewildered face, watched as the liquid in the bottle became less and less, and then he was forced to speak under Hermione's intimidation...... A few minutes later, there was an empty glass bottle next to the flying carpet.

Oh, my God! That's a pint of flame whiskey! Is this really how this thing drinks?

"That's... Hermione. He looked at Hermione in horror for a long time before he hesitated, "Your family... Peacetime... Don't you drink much whiskey? ”

"How is it possible, my dad will drink it secretly, and every time my mom asks, he just says that drinking this can warm up the body. I even secretly tasted a little with a spoon on one occasion. Hermione gave him a blank look, "Or I wouldn't have given Brandi this so sure - I just drank a little bit and got a fever." The products of the wizarding world are no worse than Muggle drinks—you see! It worked, and his face started to redden! ”