"It's so damnable!" Hermione gritted her teeth and pulled out her wand, her hands trembling.

Magic is not something to be so abused.

Ron had a cold face and was about to rush out.

Harry pressed their heads one by one and pressed them into the tent: "Those people are not bad, don't be impulsive, you are still a little worse now." ”

"Safety is paramount."

"The Ministry of Magic has a lot of people here, we might try to believe it"

At this point, Harry raised his hand to wrap his hand around Hermione's head, pressed it hard, and crouched down together, a spell grazed where Hermione's head was just now, and fell to the tent, the flames were blazing, and the lion statue twisted in the flames.

"Very well, it looks like they're coming for me." Harry looked up, his eyes cold, and raised his hand to put on Quinn for himself, "Go back to the tent." ”

"Harry." Hermione held her wand.

"Go back, you're not his target." Harry stared at the group, the leader of whom looked slightly clumsy, playing with his wand, his face hidden under the mask, but his playful gaze could not be hidden, and it fell directly on him.

"This group of people are here to find you?" Hermione took a deep breath.

"Shout Sirius and Lupin up." Harry thrust the Gryffindor sword back and pulled the serpent bone sword out, "Hermione, call Mr. Arthur with the Patronus." ”

Hermione nodded in response, "Be careful, there are a lot of them." ”

George and Fred were about to rush together, but Harry kicked them back.

"You're Harry Potter?" The man at the head, with a suppressed voice, looked at Harry who walked beside them, and asked, "With lion-like eyes, I heard that you are the most orthodox Gryffindor?" Recognized"

Harry interrupted him, "Illiterate without knowledge, the lion has round eyes. ”

The man was stunned, and he opened his mouth: "The recognized heir of Gryffindor?" ”

"So you don't admit your mistake and plan to pretend to be stupid?" Harry scoffed.

In the crowd, suddenly a magic spell.

Drill the heart and cut the bones!

"What to talk to him!" Someone shouted, but not the one who cast the spell.

Harry ducked sideways, flicking his wand.

The Swamp Curse.

The terrain on which the group of people was standing collapsed, and several people exclaimed, struggling to run out in a panic.

Only a few people cast an armor spell on themselves first.

Nothing is magical.

Harry waved his wand and groaned, and the empty tents around them twisted, and the wooden bars, like bones, gathered around them, like cages, and imprisoned them.

"Killing yourself, Potter?" The man at the head waved his wand, the magic a little jerky, but smoothly turning the ground beneath his feet back into hard soil.

Others were alerted by the man's movements.

A few spells stopped, and the effect of the Mire Spell disappeared.

And others.

Piercing the bones, going out of the body, blasting spells, and several black magic bolts of black magic shot at Harry, colorful and dangerous.

Harry dodged sideways: "More people doesn't mean stronger. ”

He waved his wand.

The cage is retracted inward.

A drape flickered, rolling up the Roberts and wrapping them tightly around them and placing them behind the tents on the side.

Alder!

With another lift of his hand, the power of the magic seal surged, impacting them, even if the armor was cursed, they staggered, and the dominoes collided together, pressing against the tighter and tighter cages, poof—blood splattered.

Wooden spikes pierced the chests of several people.

Harry swung his sword and ran for the nearest man.

"Don't let him get close, Potter knows swordsmanship!" A man cried out in horror, his voice slightly familiar.

"Destroy the cage." One of the men pierced through the chest raised his wand and aimed it at the cage, and with a blast of a blasting spell, it exploded a gap the size of a head.

The outermost men, wands in hand, prepared to deal with Harry.

Drill the heart and cut the bones!

In their spell books, it seems like this is at the top of the list.

In the small space, the spells they thought they would be able to catch were all brushed by Harry's body, his steps dexterous, and in the light of the fire and the moonlight, even more graceful than the dancing of the baby.

The thick snakebone sword, which turned in his hand and looked softer than silk, was in front of them in the blink of an eye, and easily slashed through the chest of a man, leaving a long, narrow and deep scar.

"Poisonous!" The man screamed in horror, his body went limp, and he fell to the ground, "Quick, save me, the sword is poisonous." ”

The venom of the basilisk, insidious and vicious.

Almost instantly, he lost all his strength.

But no one paid any attention to him, and the rest of them did their best to avoid Harry's sword, which now seemed to be an elegant but dangerous dance.

Boom –

The cage was finally blown open by them.

They jumped, crawled, rolled, escaped from their cages, screaming and panicking, their faces covered under masks, but their emotions were on the surface.

Only the man who had shouted at first had the courage to raise his wand and face Harry.

But he didn't seem to have cast a spell in a long time.

The Transfiguration Charm was rusty, the battle intent was obvious, Harry waved his wand casually, and the Transfiguration Creature restrained all his actions, and at this moment, there was a snap, followed by a strong magic force, forcing Harry to take two steps back.

A hand, a withered, thin hand, grabbed the wrist of the man at the head, snapped again, and the phantom shifted and disappeared.

House-elves!

It's this creature again.

The leader disappeared, and the others fled in all directions.

Harry raised his wand.

The cages dispersed and turned into pythons, crawling in all directions, trying to arrest those who had escaped.

Far away, a hundred meters away.

With a soft "snap", the magic surged, and the breath leaked out, it was the person who had just slipped away, Harry threw himself backwards, dodging the "heart and bone", his robe swam and groaned twice, and flew towards the man, trotting himself.

"Potter, tonight is a greeting for you." The man raised his wand.

The emotions under the mask are hideous.

"Bones reappear!"

He shouted, and a spell shot into the air.

The black smoke gushed and exuded an evil, ominous aura, a giant skull with a long snake in its mouth.

A marker.

Before the strip of cloth flew in front of the man, the elf vanished with his apparition.

Harry took a sip, and there was no longer the man's breath nearby, and he hurriedly turned his head to look at the people who were fleeing in all directions, some of them were gone, only the original cage position, the slashed sword, the snake venom, and the dying wizard.

A few others seemed to want to take off their disguises and disappear into the panicked crowd.

The most familiar breath is the closest to me.

Harry waved his wand, and the strips of cloth that had turned into robes reversed, flew and pierced the damaged tent, grabbing the wizard who had not had time to change his clothes, and grabbing the tent drape, and slamming it to the ground.

Meanwhile.

More than a dozen wizards fell to Harry's side.

"Faint!"

Almost as soon as they hit the ground, they raised their wands and pointed them at the person they were wrapping in, reciting the incantation.

With a click, Quinn was shattered by the first few spells, and the huge wave of qi pushed the first group of people to stagger back, and the armor spell bounced off the remaining spells, and several people were unfortunately killed, hit by the stun spell, and slumped to the ground.

They also have to recite incantations.

"See people clearly." Harry spoke softly, softly.

The faces of several Aurors changed suddenly.

One exclaimed, "Stop, it's Mr. Potter!" ”

Someone explained to him dryly, "Mr. Potter, we didn't mean to, it's just that someone said that there are dark wizards making trouble here, and the light is too dark."

"And it's brainless." Harry added for him.

The man's face became embarrassed: "And we were a little too impatient, and we didn't know the situation clearly, so we started." ”

Harry waved his hand, held his wand, and pointed not far away: "I saved those ordinary people, I was afraid that they would run around and have an accident, so they were tied up in that drape." ”

Then he pointed to the man lying on the ground: "There is one who has been hit by my sword, and no one has saved him, and there is a snake venom lying there, and if there is an antidote for him, it is estimated that he will still live." ”

One of them's face changed, and he rummaged through his robe for the antidote as he ran towards the dark wizard.

"There is another one, the one I caught, alive, not poisoned or injured." Harry looked down at the man who was tightly bound and stepped on by himself, the mask still on his face.

Someone noticed the mark in the sky, and their face changed: "Mr. Potter, that's"

Harry looked back, the sign of the serpent still not gone: "It was the leader of the group of people who made trouble, and said it was a gift for me, you know what it is?" ”

"It's the Dark Mark mark." The man's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "It's a symbol of the mysterious man." ”

Fear filled his heart, overflowed from his eyes, and spread to others.

"So, these people are Death Eaters tonight?" Harry looked down and continued to look at the man he had caught.

The Aurors didn't speak, and they didn't move.

The face was miserable, just a mark, and it frightened them to the point that it was almost impossible to make any moves.

"Then let's see who this old friend is." Harry whispered, and with a wave of his wand, a strip of cloth poked out, and the mask was lifted from the man's face, revealing short to pale blonde hair, gray eyes, and a fairly handsome, but emaciated, pale face.

Auror, someone gasped.

Someone let out an incredible exclamation.

Harry smiled, "Oh, it's you. ”

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"Paying off the Potter family's debts puts so much pressure on you, you have to do these dirty things to earn some meager extra money?"

Lucius Malfoy didn't speak, his eyes blank and confused.

"Mr. Malfoy may have been controlled by the Imperius Curse." One of the Aurors cautiously opened his mouth tentatively.

Harry shook his head.

He wasn't blind, and Lucius didn't have any magic in his senses that belonged to anyone else.

The Auror who saved the man ran back, his face gloomy: "That man is Mr. Avery. ”

Avery.

This is another famous surname in the wizarding world, and like Malfoy, it is a pure-blood family of great prestige.

"By the way, I have one more thing." Harry spoke, just as he was about to speak.

Two Ministry of Magic officials arrived, frowning and looking anxious.

"Potter?" One of them was Ludo, and he said in a surprised tone, "Why are you here, are these all?"

The Aurors explained to Harry.

Ludo nodded, relieved, "I thought Mr. Potter, oh my God, how could I have such a damn idea?" ”

"Who is this?" Harry looked at the man beside Ludo.

"Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation." Ludo enthusiastically introduced.

Harry nodded slowly: "Let the house-elves take their place, but Mr. Crouch didn't come himself." ”

Crouch nodded stiffly, his gaze falling more on Malfoy.

"I have more news for you." Harry looked at Crouch and whispered, "The man who was the leader of the Death Eaters was rescued by a house elf, and I remember its smell and appearance. ”

"Mr. Crouch."

Suddenly Harry's name was pronounced, and he subconsciously raised his head and met Harry's eyes.

Harry continued, "That house-elf is your one, the one called Twinkle. ”

Crouch's eyes change, shocked, frightened, and angry, except for the look of "unexpected".

(End of chapter)