When the sun was rising in the east, in the student dormitory of a private boarding primary school in Oxford, a little girl who had just gotten up stood beside her roommate's bed, pushing her roommate who was lying in bed.

"Don't make a fuss, Emma......" said the little girl in the bed in a daze, "let me sleep for another five minutes......

"I'm going to be late if I don't get up, Margaret." Emma continued to push the lazy worm in the bed and said, "Who told you to stay up late last night to read comics." ”

"Purr ......"

Emma reluctantly left her roommate from the bedside, walked to her cupboard, and took out a box from the cupboard. Inside the box were the Christmas gifts she received, all kinds of sweets from an owl. On the inside of the box, there is also a greeting card signed with the head of a panda.

Last night, Emma was surprised to find that when her roommate Margaret Woolley showed her the gift she had received, she received a gift that was the same as her own, from the box of candy to the type of candy, including the panda head signed on the greeting card.

Only then did she realize that the young brother she had met in the cake shop that day and the white-bearded grandfather Margaret, who was dressed in a strange robe, also knew each other. And, as the granddaughter of former Prime Minister's secretary Bernard Woolley, Margaret knows a lot more than she does. That's when she realized that the old man with the white beard had left in the summer.

Emma pulls out a Bibi bean from the box, then goes to her roommate's bedside and suddenly stuffs it into Margaret's mouth.

Chew~Chew~ "Coconut-flavored, I want orange-flavored." Then Lori continued to lie in bed.

Emma took out a Bibi bean and stuffed it into her mouth again.

Two seconds later, little Lori in pajamas jumped up from the bed and rushed straight into the bathroom.

Just as the two little Lori were leaving the dormitory while fighting, several strangers in black robes suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the elementary school.

"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here? The security guard at the school gate had just finished asking the doorman three questions, when one of the strangers in a black robe raised a small wooden stick in his hand.

In the next second, the security guard of the guard room crouched down at lightning speed and disappeared behind the window of the guard room.

Before the wand could react, the Death Eater heard a loud bang, and in a matter of seconds, he and his companions were killed by the Super Magnum Curse, MP5 Curse, and Broadsword Curse.

As one of the best preparatory schools in the UK, Oxford Dragon Primary School is home to the children of the powerful, so security measures have been greatly enhanced.

This scene in front of the primary school took place almost simultaneously across the UK.

Countless Death Eaters have appeared where "Muggles who have obtained magical abilities by theft or violence" are located.

Early this morning, the Dark Lord gave his latest orders to the Death Eaters after his speech.

"We're going to investigate Muggle-born wizards to find out how they possess magical secrets. Recent research by the Department of Mysteries shows that magic can only be inherited through the fertility of wizards. Thus, without verifying the wizarding ancestry, it is possible that a person of so-called Muggle origin had acquired magical abilities through theft or violence. We are determined to eradicate these people who have misappropriated magical abilities. ”

Based on the information gathered during the armistice of the previous month, a large number of Death Eaters rushed to the target that had already been detected. These targets range from minors who have already shown their magical talents, to elderly people who are over 100 years old.

However, the Death Eaters crashed headlong into the encirclements that had been waiting for them almost simultaneously. In the encirclement, waiting for them are the Aurors of Hogsmeade, the wizards of the government army, and even the army and police.

It can be said that bullets and spells fly together, and blood is the same color. The broadsword sings at night, ringing on the shore of the poor Thames; The wand shuddered and broke Lomond's Pu.

"It's going to snow." Kevin tapped on the wound on his leg as he took the cigarette Simon handed over.

"Well, yesterday's weather forecast said it would be sunny in the near future." Simon said from the side.

"Sir, borrow a fire." Brock Rumlow said to Kevin's side with a cigarette.

"I'm not a circus clown, Bullock." After Kevin finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and after a "snap", a large fireball suddenly appeared from the cigarette in Brock's hand, and when the fireball disappeared, Brock's lit cigarette was only half left.

"Thank you, sir." Brock didn't care, grinned and thanked before leaving.

They are now located on a ranch in northern Derbyshire, where the rancher's son and daughter-in-law claim to be working for the family's ranch, when in fact they are a wizarding couple. And the couple's parents are all ordinary people who can't do magic.

Late last night, their combined force began to move in and ambush them. After half a night of set-up, the ranch had become a murderous trap. So when the Death Eaters showed up this morning, they were all wiped out in less than five minutes.

Then Bell Grylls and Alexander Pierce walked together.

Bell, as the field commander, said to the rest group: "Rest for ten more minutes, and then we will rush to the Peak District National Park, where something is wrong." ”

"What's going on over there, sir." Simon asked, throwing two cigarettes at Bell and Alexander, and by the time they both held their fingers between the flying cigarettes, they were already on fire.

"I heard that it's a fuel war." Bell replied, "I don't know why, the Death Eaters are rushing over there, so we're going to help." ”

The distance between the two places is about 20 kilometers, and you can get there quickly by helicopter.

Around a forest inn on the southern edge of the Peak District National Park, shouting gunshots and spells are ringing in your ears at this moment. More and more Death Eaters, Aurors, and government forces are gathering here.

At the Forest Inn, Alan Radcliffe hid in the basement with his wife and children, the innkeeper, and the waiters, wondering why his luck was so bad. The Christmas holiday was planned early in the morning at the forest lodge in the Peak District National Park in winter, but yesterday afternoon when the family was about to return to London, they found that the car had broken down, which forced the family to stay here for an extra day. But I don't know why, when they were about to go out early this morning, they suddenly encountered something like a gunfight between police and bandits.

In the dimly lit basement, Alan Radcliffe didn't notice that the hostess of the hotel was looking at her son Daniel with a sneering expression.