"Click!"

The bedroom door opened from the inside, and Clark and Neville, who were lying in their clothes, walked straight out.

Next door to them, Hermione was in the same state, except for Ginny, who was sleepy-eyed and rubbing her eyes, apparently just asleep.

"W-what?" She asked.

"I don't know." Clark tilted his ears and listened carefully to what was going on outside.

It was late at night, the voices in the camp had changed, the cheerful singing had stopped, and he could faintly hear screams and the sound of people running in a panic.

There was a knock on the hut's door, Clark waved his hand, and Neville and Hermione put their hands on their weapons, alertly prepared.

Ginny was also infected by their tense atmosphere, and the last bit of sleepiness disappeared completely.

"Who?"

With the psychic ability of [Global Vision], Clark had already seen Mr. Weasley standing outside the door, but he still asked.

"It's me," said Mr. Weasley, "come out quickly, there's a special case!" ”

Clark opened the door, and Mr. Weasley was standing outside the door, wearing pajamas and a denim jacket over it, and he looked like he was in a hurry to get up, and he didn't even have time to change his clothes.

"Quick, get Hermione and Ginny together, come over here."

Clark complied, led Hermione out of the cabin, turned around and restored it to its suitcase shape, and held it in his hand.

When they reached the Weasleys' tent, by the light of the fire, they saw the wizards running into the woods, as if to escape something moving towards them from some camp

The thing glowed strangely and made a sound like a gun.

At the same time, some loud laughter, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them.

Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around it.

I saw a group of wizards gathered tightly at the moment, each pointing their wands upwards and pushing forward together, slowly moving around the field.

Clark squinted his eyes and looked closely, the men were hooded on their heads, their faces were masked, and they were shrouded in a layer of magic fluctuations.

His [Telepathy] and [Global Vision] wanted to penetrate that layer of magic fluctuations, but it was as if he had penetrated into a layer of magical fog, and everything in it was hazy and could not be seen clearly.

Obviously, these people have made all the preparations to prevent others from seeing who they really are.

As for the reason they did this, it was only because above their heads, there were four struggling figures.

These four poor creatures were twisted into all sorts of strange shapes, like puppets manipulated by masked wizards on the ground.

Apparently, these hateful guys launched an attack on these four people.

Not only that, but as time went on, and under the cover of darkness at night, more wizards chose to indulge themselves and join the advancing ranks.

The scumbags laughed loudly, pointing to the bodies floating on them.

As the procession grew, more tents collapsed.

On one or two occasions, Clark saw a marcher set the tent on the side of the road on fire with a wand.

The fire instantly spread to several surrounding tents, and the screams became louder.

But as the floating men passed by the burning tent and were suddenly illuminated by the fire, Clark recognized one of them as Mr. Roberts, the camp warden, and the other three apparently his wife and children.

One of the marchers below waved his wand and turned Mrs. Roberts head-down.

Mrs. Roberts' pajamas fell down, revealing a large pile of fancy panties, and the crowd below screamed and heckled with joy as she struggled to cover herself.

"It's disgusting." Ron muttered, looking at the youngest Muggle kid - the child was sixty feet above the ground, and began to spin like a spinning top, his head tilting limply to this side, to that side, "that's not a good idea......

Neville pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, his eyes full of anger, as if he was going to rush forward at any moment.

For a Gryffindor, this kind of bullying of the weak is really hard to forgive.

Just then, Bill, Charlie, and Percy also came out of the boys' tent, fully dressed, with their sleeves rolled up and wands in their hands.

"We're going to help keep order in the Ministry!"

Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise, and as he rolled up his sleeves, he shouted, "Sirius, take these children - go into the woods, walk together, and don't fall apart." I'll come back to you when the matter is settled! ”

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already running towards the oncoming procession, and Mr. Weasley hurried after him.

The staff of the ministry also rushed to the accident site from all directions, and it was really a headache for this vicious incident to occur when all kinds of foreign friends were there.

"Let's go."

Sirius, who remained behind, did as Mr. Weasley had ordered, took Ginny's hand and dragged her into the woods.

Harry, Ron, George, and Fred followed.

As they got into the woods, they all turned their heads to look behind them, and saw that the team below the Roberts family was even bigger than before.

Faced with the increasingly serious situation, the wizards in the ministry desperately tried to rush in and approach the hooded wizards in the middle, but they encountered great resistance.

It seems that they did not dare to cast any magic, for fear that the Roberts family would fall.

"Let's go, the Ministry of Magic will take care of this." Sirius urged again.

Harry was about to keep up with the army, only to find that Clark, Hermione, and Neville hadn't followed.

He hurriedly looked back again—

The lights that used to illuminate the stadium were now gone, and only a few dark figures stumbled through the woods.

The children were crying, nervous, anxious shouts and talking echoing in the cold night sky around them, but Clark and the others were nowhere to be seen.

The Clark trio and them were scattered by the crowd!

"Clark! Hermione! Neville—" Harry cried anxiously, but in the darkness of the night, no one answered him, but the children's cries grew louder.

"Let's go! Harry! Seeing Harry stop, Ron pulled him on.

"Wait a minute, Clark and they haven't caught up yet!"

Harry tried to hold Ron, but the crowd around him pushed him around, and he was pushed forward without resistance.

At the same time, at the scene of the riot, the three Clark were quietly watching.

As the saying goes, every time there is a big event, the more calm they are, the more calm they are.

"When are we going to go?"

Neville's left hand pressed against the hilt of the sword at his waist, and he watched the movement not far away, a little eager to try.

Hermione also took out her magic book, which was thicker than bricks, and controlled it to float in front of her.

Although the two have fought and adventured before, it is the first time that they are facing a chaotic situation like today, and the three of them cooperate at the same time.

Clark waved his hand to connect himself and his two companions with [Psychic Link], and then shouted in his heart, "Now that you're all ready, let's give these bullying bastards a little bit of awesomeness!" ”

Hearing this, Neville drew his sword without saying a word, and was the first to rush forward.

The cold sword reflected the cold glow in the firelight, just like Neville's attitude towards these evil men.

At this time, in the heart of the riot, the staff of the Ministry of Magic were surrounding the troublemakers.

It's just that the staff of the Ministry of Magic, including Mr. Weasley, are a little shy back.

Instead of using powerful spells, they swung their wands and roamed the edge of the battlefield, firing all sorts of magical lights to slow and stop the procession, as if looking for an opportunity to save the Muggles hovering above.

In this case, Neville, who was in the crowd brandishing his sword, was particularly ridiculous.

Some of the hooded Dark Wizards apparently saw this too, and also sneered at the kid who rushed over.

They waved their wands, and a vicious magical light shot out from the tip of the wand and struck straight at the charging figure.

"Neville, be careful!"

Mr. Weasley, who was on the sidelines, saw this and hurriedly twisted his wrist to help Neville stop the blow, but his opponent's wand flicked interrupted his spell casting.

It's a pity that they all seem to underestimate this child, and his small body clearly contains a huge amount of energy.

Colorful light shimmered on his body, like a colorful spherical crystal cover, and it was all kinds of magic shields that began to take effect on him.

[Resistance], [Shield], [Energy Damage Resistance]......

The pitch-black beams of magic struck him like waves crashing into a reef on the seashore, exploding into sparks that could not hurt Neville in the slightest.

With his sword in his hand, he rushed in front of the dark wizards with a bombardment of magic.

This can make those careless guys panic, after all, it is difficult for anyone to calm down when they see a sharp sword slashing towards their head and neck.

Some of the hooded wizards had even begun to chant even more evil spells, ready to teach the boy in front of him a lesson that didn't know the height of the sky.

However, at this moment, a pitch-black sphere, as if it was about to swallow up all the light, and then the dim night, projected from not far away, fell in the middle of the group.

The next moment, the black ball expanded, forming a huge black curtain in a semicircle, enveloping the hooded wizards and the manipulated Muggle family.

Of course, that includes Neville.

Seeing this scene, the staff of the Ministry of Magic who were surrounded outside were so frightened that they took a few steps back, thinking that someone had cast some strange black magic.

But they soon discovered that there was nothing dangerous about the black hemispherical cover, at most it limited the field of vision, and made people's eyes dark.

That's right, this is the three-ring spell that Hermione cast, [Black Light].

[Black Light Technique]: Plastic Energy 3-ring spell.

Cast Cost: 50 mana

Duration: 2 hours/level (can be canceled early)

Cast Material: 1 ounce of obsidian powder

Effect: Creates a 10-meter radius that is completely dark and impossible to see, but where you can see normally.

Within the shroud range of the [Black Light Technique], everyone's vision was completely deprived, and their eyes were pitch black, only all kinds of familiar and unfamiliar voices surrounded them.

In this environment, there is one person who does not seem to be affected.

With Clark's [Psychic Link] ability, he shared Hermione's vision as a spellcaster, and under the shroud of [Black Light], he could still see the surrounding scene.

The ensuing battle was simple, and with the enemy in terror watching, Neville was able to easily knock them to the ground.

Even if one or two guys can react without seeing anything once in a while, the results of a wizard facing a close warrior are self-evident.

So, by the time the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic hurried over through the apparitions, the Roberts family had already been rescued by the Ministry of Magic staff, and were in the process of healing and erasing their memories.

As for the troublesome hooded wizards, they have all fallen to the ground, completely incapacitated, and are being guarded by Neville, Charlie, and Bill.

"Young man, you are the one who solved them?" Rufus Scrimgeur, the head of the Auror Command who had come over to take over the guys, looked at Neville curiously and asked.

Neville nodded, "It's not just me, it's my friends, they're also helping. ”

Rufus Scrimgeur, who looked like an old lion, smiled, "Looks like you're still a small team. ”

He was joking with the three of Clark when a loud bang sounded like a bomb had been dropped in the woods on the other side of the camp.

Immediately after, a huge thing with a green glow appeared in the dark night sky.

It leapt up into the treetops and flew into the sky.

It eventually turned into a gigantic skull, made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

Under the gaze of everyone, the skull rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, set off by the dark night sky, like a newly rising constellation.

"Oh, no, it's the Dark Mark!"

Hermione, who had always been calm, trembled a little in her voice when she saw this huge green pattern.

As for the Aurors, they didn't even care about the prisoners on the scene, and immediately ran towards the place where the green smoke flew out.

Clark and Hermione, who were on the side, glanced at each other, and then quickly caught up with the Aurors and disappeared into the dark woods.

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