Whether it's a wand or a thermal weapon, it's a weapon that can take people's lives, and the fact that can't be glorified is killing, the only difference is that the Muggle world has been plagued with bullets and bullets that have resulted in severed limbs, disgusting entrails churning on the ground, and stinking blood spreading, while self-proclaimed wizards and wizards wielding wands to harvest the lives of others seem to be more environmentally friendly, and the victims' bodies are torn apart like fragile plastic under the 'Split' attack. 'Avada Suo' can instantly turn a living person into a dead body, and there is not a single wound left on the deceased's face except for the terrified face that still remains. However, in how to beautify, killing is killing, and the fact of blood cannot be changed.

In the face of naked killing, magic, a killing tool, shows a cold side, Hogwarts, Durmstrang and other centuries-old famous magic schools, seem to be cultivating a high-IQ killing tool, a slender wand, can take a person's life in an instant, so you can imagine what kind of consequences will be caused if a crazy wizard is reckless in the Muggle world. And such consequences will cause a chain reaction. The governments of the Muggle world will spare no effort to eliminate wizards. Ministries of Magic came into being in order to protect wizards, or to perpetuate the legacy of magic, a weapon of murder.

Under the cover of night, the red flames resembled a grand fireworks display, and the green Avada Suo flew through the air, dragging his long tail and taking away a fresh life. The red fireball instantly devoured the other party's life in the scream, and the miserable cry for help was drowned in the flames. These wizards, consumed by the flames created by magic, were burned to the ground.

"Hehe, this is the most exciting scene tonight, the grand fireworks show..."Helen licked her lips and smiled.

Not far away, where Jena was, happened to be Harry. Potter, the protagonist of fate, fainted, and in desperation, Jena could only act as a temporary nanny. Approaching the speed of sound, the ghostly figure in the dark night trampled those who were about to trample on Harry. Potter's men waved their hands to solve, and the sharp zombie nails were sharper than scalpels, and after solving a few unlucky eggs running in this direction, the wizards who swarmed for their lives were so frightened that they ran towards other paths.

Glancing at Harry in a coma. Porter. Jena said to Helen, "It's a pity that the protagonist of such a grand fireworks show fainted!" It's like looking at the people who were killed by the Death Eaters, maybe this immortal boy will mature early."

Although the British Ministry of Magic has taken great pains to host this Quidditch World Cup, both the arena and the venue for wizards to set up tents have been done very well, and it can be said that if it ends perfectly, this year's Quidditch return to Merlin's hometown will be recorded in history, Cornelly. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, would also add a significant attack on his political achievements. But the British Ministry of Magic, which calls itself the bull ear of the wizarding world, never dreamed that the Death Eaters, who had been in ashes for twelve years, would make such a move at this juncture.

The reappearance of the Death Eaters not only scared the legs of wizards who had lived through Voldemort's dark ages. Even children are scared enough, the prince is the loser and the thief, and the British Ministry of Magic has been trying to establish Harry for the past twelve years. The image of Potter, the savior, vigorously blackened the evil Death Eaters, which also made those teenagers who had not experienced the dark age of Voldemort grow up listening to the murderous names of the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. When have the flowers in these greenhouses, under the care of their parents, ever seen the Death Eaters kill so unscrupulously? When you really see the murder of the Death Eaters. I was already scared to the point of being pale.

The crowd fled in a panic, blocking the Aurors who wanted to come to the rescue.

At this time. Connelly. Fudge, the British Minister of Magic, was speechless from the scene in front of him. His trembling lips stammered, and he muttered, 'It's over, it's over, Merlin,' and the assistant next to him saw Connelly. Fudge lost his bearings, and hurriedly grabbed him, shouting loudly, "It's too dangerous here, Your Excellency Minister, the British Ministry of Magic can't live without you."

Connelly. Fudge came back to his senses, and the title of the Minister of Magic could be said to be Cornelius. The proudest part of Fudge's life is also the most glorious moment. "Yes, I'm Cornelly, the British Minister for Magic. Fudge!! I... I can't die here......" Connelly. Fudge thought to himself. Doing big things and sparing his life, seeing small profits and dying, is talking about Cornelius. Fudge is the kind of person who fights for the power in his hands. If he dies here, the power in his hands will be blown away by the wind, and his lavish minister's office may have a new owner. But as the British Minister for Magic. If you run away at this time, you will not only leave criticism, but you may also be impeached by those who oppose you.

The politician's face is like that of a woman with makeup, and no one knows her true face after removing her makeup. Impassionedly drew his wand, Connelly. Like a valiant fighter, Fudge shouted, "Evacuate the crowd... The Aurors... Follow me!! Destroy the evil Death Eaters!! ”

The upward and downward effect is not only the preserve of the Muggle world, but the wizarding world, a place full of intrigues, still prevails. Led by Fudge, many Aurors began to divide their labor. Some evacuated the crowd, and some Aurors even rushed towards the center of the incident without hesitation. But Cornelius. Fudge, the Minister of Magic who wielded his wand and wanted to participate in the battle, was held by his assistant. Dragged towards the portkey. Stumbling Connelly. Fudge also did not forget to shout two uplifting slogans.

It turns out that leadership never charges ahead. And those who were foolishly rushed forward by the passionate slogans did not end well.

The well-organized Death Eaters, who were not afraid of death, fought decisively, and in the face of those Aurors who rushed up in threes and threes, these Death Eaters lined up in battle formations took advantage of their numerical superiority to the extreme. Squads of sixty or seventy people often launched a dense attack on these Aurors who rushed up in twos and threes. Some of the Aurors were even 'torn apart' after being hit by 'Avada Suo'.

As the minutes ticked by, the sudden assault ended with the Death Eaters expending a lot of mana. And the charging Aurors also chose to evacuate the crowd after seeing that the Death Eaters were still so bloodthirsty.

Seeing this result, the Death Eaters who participated in this operation seemed to see the era when the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic were frightened and detoured under the leadership of Voldemort. After succeeding, the Death Eaters rode away with broomsticks.

"Keep up! Each solves the predetermined goal! Li She's voice suddenly appeared in Wang Yuyan's minds. Jun Malu and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, were already excited, and the corners of their mouths crossed bloodthirsty smiles and chased towards their respective goals.

Black hooded cloaks rattled in the night wind, some of the Death Eaters had blood on their masks, and the Death Eaters on broomsticks shouted loudly, as if to show their exploits, expressing how many people they had just killed. "Hahaha, did you see that? In the end, the frightened Auror dropped his wand... Hahaha... When our master returns again, we Death Eaters will rule the wizarding world with our master!!! An agitated Death Eater took off his bronze mask, waved it in his hand, and shouted.

The other Death Eaters on their broomsticks seemed to be infected by these words, and they took off their masks and shouted the name of the Dark Lord.

A dark shadow passed by the shouting Death Eater, who didn't seem to care on his broomstick, after all, flying in the night sky would inevitably encounter some nocturnal birds. Hiss... Hiss... The sound of the wind rippled in the ears of the Death Eater, and he subconsciously reached out and touched the cool feeling on his ears, and when he looked at it by the moonlight, he found that there was a dark black liquid on the palm of his hand, and he who had just killed someone naturally knew that this was the color of blood in the night. The eyelids seemed to be sleepy and closed, if you fell asleep during the flight, it was no different from looking for death, just wanted to open your mouth to call for help from your companions, but you could only make a 'woo woo woo' sound in the throat, and a wound across the neck across the neck was constantly gushing blood. At the last moment, the Death Eater's eyes were closed, and he saw the Death Eaters who had just participated in the killing with him fall from the broomsticks as if they were drunk.

'Bang... Bang... There was a muffled thud of heavy objects falling to the ground, and sixty-seven corpses were shattered by the fall from a height in the barren wilderness. With three hands and light feet on the ground, red blood stains on her fingernails, it proved that the sixty-seven Death Eaters who were smashed into meatloaf were her masterpiece. "Get !! done" The three hands patted the dust on their bodies and laughed softly.

Jun Malu, the red-eyed zombie king, brought the corpse bone veins of the Taketori clan to the extreme, perfect physical skills, wielding a white bone blade five meters long, and flew into the air. Slashes, slashes, simple and quaint tricks, slash down the Death Eaters who have little magic left. 'Ahh The murderer is always killed. These Death Eaters, who had just enjoyed the fun of slaughter, were now reversed in roles and became the objects of chase, and in front of the zombies and droughts who did not enter the Three Realms and the Six Realms, these Death Eaters riding on broomsticks were just a group of targets that moved faster.

Wizards are as weak as babies in front of real killing machines like zombies and marbles. (To be continued......)