This year has been a very difficult year for the British people.

Since July, all kinds of strange things and bloodshed have occurred all over the country, and the lives of ordinary people are completely unguaranteed, and there have been more than a dozen cases of families and even entire neighborhoods dying overnight. Although it didn't take long for the police department to catch the criminals every time, the panic caused by such vicious incidents was not so easy to quell.

People desperately need to soothe their tense nerves. It was in this context that Christmas came.

The disorder of law and order inevitably affected the atmosphere of the festival, and even London was less lively than in previous years, with few people coming out of the streets, and even the homeless people hiding in aid stations. Except for those who had to work, they had to rush home.

"What a sight." On the street outside the Leaky Cauldron Bar, Lao Fu squinted slightly, and sucked in the cold air with his nose that only had only his nostrils left.

"Do you know what I smelled, Ike?" He asked softly.

"I don't know, teacher, what is it?" Ike stood a little behind Lao Fu's side with his hands tied, and replied.

"Fear...... What an intoxicating taste...... "Lao Fu took a deep breath, then opened the pair of eyes with red pupils, and reached out to touch the top of his bare head, "Are you all ready?" ”

Hearing this, Ike looked slightly sideways behind him, where Lucius, Narcissa, Bellatrix, McNeil, and the others, as well as the werewolves, vampires, and dark wizards all stood quietly with their hands down. Seeing him coming, Lucius immediately nodded to him.

"Ready, Teacher."

"That'...... Let's go......"

With Lao Fu's order, Lucius took the lead in pushing open the door of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, and the others followed closely and squeezed in together. When everyone was gone, Ike and Lao Fu set off.

Tom Sr., the owner of the Leaky Cauldron Bar, was not in the bar, and in fact left before Christmas due to the dismal situation since the summer holidays. Now, it seems that this is a good thing, at least he doesn't have to lose his life in a hurry.

When Ike entered, only McNeil and Lucius were left inside, and the others had already rushed into Diagon Alley under Bella's leadership.

She had suppressed her desire to destroy for too long.

As soon as she stepped into Diagon Alley, her trademark outfit and nervous laughter attracted the attention of those who were still lingering in Diagon Alley, and then, in a shrill scream, Bella laughed wildly and waved her wand fiercely, yelling, "Arvada gnaws big melon!" ”

The bright green light flashed, and a poor man who had just turned around to run away fell directly to the ground, and the things he was holding in his arms immediately spilled to the ground, and one of them rolled to Bella's feet. Bella smiled and looked at her feet, kicked lightly, and then looked up and swung out a death curse.

Bella's death curse was like a signal, and the Death Eaters and their followers let out a deafening roar. Werewolves and vampires rushed out first, pounced on the shops on both sides of the road. Some of them were still with their doors open, and they rushed in to destroy and kill in a frenzy.

Soon, the glass shattered, and a bloody man was thrown out and rolled on the ground before stopping. A groan of pain rang out, but instead of salvation, it was a vicious spell or even several vicious spells.

Explosion spells, smashing spells, fire spells, all kinds of magic flew through the air, and violent explosions were already in a string, and broken glass was scattered all over the ground.

Dog's breakfast!

They walked slowly down the street, moving forward little by little, and at first glance, it looked like a leisurely outing. But the strong smell of blood, the burning flames, and the people who fell to the ground, groaning, or dying, declared that this alley, which had been peaceful for hundreds of years, was completely engulfed in the flames of war.

There is still resistance.

Even at Christmas, the Ministry of Magic didn't remove the guards in Diagon Alley, but in the face of this vicious and cruel group of Death Eaters, their resistance was extremely weak.

The werewolves, in particular, were not afraid of death under the leadership of Greyback, and rushed to the hastily built defense line of the Ministry of Magic at the first opportunity. Although they don't have the ability to transform during the day, their speed is not much slower, and even because of the blood feud with the Ministry of Magic, they are all riveted, and they are much faster than usual.

Greyback was the first to pounce on the Ministry of Magic guards after taking two spells under the Iron Armor Charm. The foul-smelling mouth was wide open, and the yellow-black fangs bit the neck of an unlucky bastard.

The blood gushed out uncontrollably, and was swallowed by Greyback in a big gulp. was ruthless again, and bit down a piece of meat hard, and chewed it directly.

"Hahaha......" Greyback laughed insolently, and just stood there, letting the blood flow from the corners of his mouth and onto his clothes. No one interrupted him to avenge the tragic death of his colleague, because everyone was preoccupied with themselves.

The werewolf's lethal impact was fatal, and although a dozen of its own remaining members died again, the Ministry of Magic also left seven or eight corpses. What's more, they can only abandon this already weak line of defense and quickly retreat.

But it wasn't easy, as the Death Eaters and Dark Wizards came. They wield the dark magic forbidden by the Ministry of Magic, they are strange, insidious, and vicious, and the only way to avoid them is to use the Iron Armor Charm to block them.

However, there aren't many people who can use a good Iron Armor Charm, and more often than not, they're relying on the protective series of merchandise they have purchased from the Weasley Magic Trick Workshop.

Maybe before, they could have relied on these things to fend off some common attack spells, but in the face of these weird black magic, it was a little weak.

Defeat and defeat were reversed, in contrast to the increasing intensity of the magic of the Death Eaters.

There were wizards who were still in Diagon Alley joining the fray, and more and more of them were moving back as the battle line moved back. But to expect those wizards who haven't fought for many years to stop these fierce dark wizards is undoubtedly a fool's dream!

The effect is there, but not much, and the line of defense is still moving backwards. Soon, some people were frightened by the fierce battle, and they either turned and ran, making the already weak defenses even more lax, or they simply phantom away.

Only the first two or three of these phantoms made it to the first two or three, and the rest stayed where they were. Looking around in a panic, the dozen or so dark wizards with their wands held high made them completely desperate.

They recognized that the magic that kept being fired into the air was the Anti-Phantom Migration Charm.

These dark wizards are going to kill them all!