Draco?? Malfoy and Ron?? This slightly mischievous duel between the Weasleys was judged by Professor Flitwick to be Draco?? Malfoy wins. The Weasley twins rushed up and took turns, but even if they were taller than Draco?? Malfoy is in two years, and they're still not Draco?? Malfoy's opponents only held out for a while longer than Ron before Draco was put to the ground.

More than Draco?? Malfoy, other exchange students can easily defeat the wizards of the same level as Hogwarts. Harry the Leader?? Potter was knocked unconscious at the outset of Zabini's coma spell that was cast more quickly.

Seeing their stupid looks, Alan gave them another chance with another team fight, he took Durmstrang's combat training style over and let the students play a game that was no longer bound by those cumbersome etiquette, and used Transfiguration to create a lot of cover and obstacles on the field, which made many young wizards who had no intention of ending up in the first place.

Although only a few of the Allen training class and exchange students participated in this competition, they defeated all the dozen or so young wizards who came to challenge. It's not how strong their magic power is, how superb the magic they master, it's entirely because they are better at using cover after actual combat training, the division of labor and purpose of spell casting are clear, and the spell casting selection forms a combination of skills, and of course, the cooperation is more tacit.

The young wizards led by them had no training in this area at all, although there were more of them, and they had practiced spell-casting skills this semester, but they did not cooperate with each other at all, and the scene was actually more ugly than when they were one-on-one just now, forming a one-sided situation.

There was silence in the stands at Hogwarts, even the Ravenclaws, who had been unreservedly supporting Alan's non-camp members. Originally, they supported Allen, a big reason was to trust Allen, but now the gap between the two sides in the battle is clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes, and there is no doubt about the necessity of the establishment of the ancient magic class, "I have to go when the ancient magic class officially starts next semester" This idea took root in the minds of the little wizards.

The previous opponents pursed their lips and watched all this from the stands, even if they still disagreed with the teaching of the Dark Arts, but at least there was no reason to object to the fact that Alan wanted to teach the students combat skills, the cruel truth was in front of them, Hogwarts education for whatever reason, or whose responsibility it was, but it was indeed wrong.

That night, in a narrow alley behind a Muggle post office, several figures suddenly appeared in this relatively remote place, all dressed in black robes, Death Eaters.

At this moment, a brown-haired drunk man in the distance obviously noticed the movement here, he held an empty wine bottle, and staggered towards them, but before he could speak, a green light flashed, and the drunk fell to the ground stiffly.

"Dirty Muggle drunkard. "Bellatrix?? Lestrange licked the corner of her lips.

"Well done, dear. Rudolphus licked his lips and smiled at her flatteringly.

And Bellatrix?? Lestrange responded by turning her own wand into a whip and whipped at Rudolphus, only to be dodged by the other party with a smile and skillfully, Bellatrix did not continue to deal with her husband but continued to move forward, and then came to the gate of a courtyard at the end of the alley, and several people dispersed and began to whisper a spell to the house, which lasted for a short time before Bellatrix used the spell to open the closed courtyard door.

In the room, the silent man of the Department of Mysteries, the gray-faced Broderick?? Bode was lying in bed, still frowning in his sleep, he had only been discharged early yesterday because of the new treatment he had received from St. Mungo's Hospital from the Umbrella Corporation - he still didn't know why he had gone to the Division's Prophecy Hall to try to touch the Orbs of Prophecy, which had caused him to fall into the spell trap of protecting the Orbs of Prophecy and thought he was a teapot for a long time.

Suddenly he heard the magic alarm of the courtyard door being opened by a spell, and Broderick on the bed was awakened, he sat up from the bed, rushed to the window, rubbed his eyes, adjusted to the dim light, and he saw several dark shadows breaking into the courtyard.

He narrowed his eyes, staring hard at the shadows, trying to get a closer look at them. When he saw the appearance of the person who came, he gasped, a trace of coolness swept through his body, he only felt that his legs were weak, his knees did not seem to bend, he wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"They've set up an anti-Phantom Shifting Circle!" Broderick exclaimed after a failed attempt to escape with a Phantom Shift, before he thought of finding a place in the room where he could hide.

But it was too late, with a "snap", his door was violently kicked open with his foot, and Broderick tried to attack the other party with a spell, but as soon as he raised the spell in his hand, he was knocked away by the opponent's spell and his wand was tied up by a long black whip.

Then Broderick found that the other party had no intention of talking to him at all, and he could only watch Rudolphs?? Lestrange grinned and cast the spell of flames—the crackling sound and the dazzling orange-yellow flames instantly took over his senses.

Broderick's eyes widened in horror as the fire enveloped him, and he struggled desperately to break free from the whip, but the whip did not move. Realizing that death was inevitable, he finally gave up the struggle and watched the flames dance across his cabinet, the burning wallpaper curling and melting.

"Why?" Broderick asked the Death Eaters as they turned to leave, only to laugh wilderly at the mad woman, and Rudolphus to Lucius beside him?? Malfoy scoffed, "This idiot didn't even realize that you had cast the Imperius Curse before, Lucius, you were too timid. ”

Broderick, who had finally figured out what was going on, watched the other party go out of the room, and the corridor leading to the door also began to burn under the other party's wand waved again, and he saw the flames jump from one shelf to another, and even the mirror was burning, and Broderick saw that his image reflected in the mirror was black and mushy, and behind it were countless beating flames.

The fire spread rapidly, filling the room, and Broderick choked on the stinking smoke, and when the fiery serpent finally escaped from the soles of his feet, Broderick's wails rang out instantly, and gradually weakened until there was no sound.

Bellatrix?? Lestrange and the others confirmed his death while staying outside the house, watching Rudolphus spin his wand in the firelight, as if it wasn't enough fun, he aimed his wand at the Muggle house next door, and frantically continued to set fire everywhere with a charm, he screamed, "Burn them!"

"Rudolphus, stop! I don't want you to use the fire, I don't want to make things bigger, and that doesn't mean you can use the flames at will!" Malfoy panicked and tried to pull Rudolphs' arm to cast the spell, but was stopped by Bellatrix on the side, "Lucius, why are you so nervous about a group of Muggles? Coward, that Fudge guy might even publish in the newspaper that it was this group of Muggles who killed Bode by fire and let him burn it!"

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