Wait until the woman's figure fades away.

The two in disguise are considered to be free.

"What now?" Peter Pettigrew, disguised by Ron, let out an impatient, high-pitched sound.

"Didn't you hear the woman?" Durant's gloomy and hideous face turned, "Stay away from the mystery man, and then sneak away." ”

With that, she walked briskly towards the remains of the collapsed building beside her.

It's fast.

This island in a tall tower is large in size, and the buildings inside are even more intricate.

The road was blocked by collapsed stones, littered with debris and rubble, and sometimes they had to go through the interior of some buildings and climb out of the windows.

It's impossible for the Death Eaters to keep an eye on everything, and most of the Death Eaters are focusing on the labyrinthine center of the islands, where a bloody and evil ritual is in its final stages.

Koyatl was anxious.

Raise the left hand, wrist, wrap around the pocket watch, and clearly display the current time.

She knew that time was running out for her.

"Damn—"

After flipping over a dilapidated building. Suddenly, Ron cursed.

"That's Barty Crouch Jr., and Lucius Malfoy." He said, "Damn it - didn't that guy die a long time ago?" ”

Peter's expression was gloomy, and his little eyes widened, and he was shocked that Barty Crouch Jr. was still alive.

There wasn't a single Ministry of Magic official who didn't know him.

It was a big deal.

The son of the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement turned out to be a Death Eater.

Later, he died in Azkaban.

Every single one of them is a big deal.

Some time ago, "Contradiction" questioned some of Barty Krach's policies and brought up the old story, and published a photo of his son again.

All the news from the outside world proves that he should be dead.

He should be dead!

Ron rubbed his eyes, he subconsciously thought he was hallucinating.

But until his eye sockets were swollen and painful, Barty Krach Jr. was still in place.

"They're in the way." Durant said coldly, "I only see this one road around, and it may be too late to look for others." ”

"They're the man's loyal dogs, and they're not easy to fool."

"I can only give it a try."

Koyatl had quietly grasped the wand in his sleeve.

She walked over, and the two of them naturally noticed the person behind her.

"Peter~" Barty Crouch Jr. had a distinctly mocking tone, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his eyes showed an inexplicable gaze.

A traitor, apparently disgusting at all times.

No matter how much he later contributed to the faction.

Especially Peter, after the fall of Voldemort, blamed everyone else for all the crimes, and turned himself into a mouse and hid in a wizarding family for more than ten years.

To put it bluntly, this guy definitely has some mental problems.

Ron pretended to bow his head and turn a deaf ear to Barty Jr.'s taunts.

He knew something about Peter's low status among the Death Eaters.

"Durant." On the side, Lucius looked at the hideous-looking Koyatl in surprise.

"How do you hang out with this kind of person?"

The kind of person he was referring to was Peter.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Durant, who was disguised, coldly replied.

"You are a wall grass, what qualifications do you have to say about others?"

"I wonder why the Dark Lord hasn't taken out his intestines and used it to hang you in front of Malfoy Manor as an example."

Hearing this, Lucius's face immediately became gloomy.

"Shut up, idiot! The Malfoys are forever loyal to the Dark Lord.

You are just cultivating a few [dead roots], a humble lowly peasant, and you dare to compare with me. ”

Koyatl smiled.

Cruel smile.

The next moment, she walked straight towards Lucius.

"That's enough." Barty Crouch Jr. tilted his head and scolded the two of them angrily, "You two, get out there and let those goblins move quickly, the Dark Lord doesn't have much patience."

As for you. He looked down at Lucius beside him, disdain and indifference on his face at the same time. Shut your mouth for me. ”

As the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate.

He and Bella are now Voldemort's right and left hands, and they are so powerful that other Death Eaters will not dare to clash with him.

Durant in Koyatl's disguise chuckled contemptuously, then walked with Ron deeper into the island.

No one noticed that the corners of Barty Crouch Jr.'s mouth were slightly raised. It was only a momentary thing, and even if someone saw it, they only thought they were hallucinating.

In the center of the island, there are three bottomless dark pits.

A dozen abominable animals of the Brotherhood of Elves are controlling thousands of Muggles here.

The pits are arranged in a triangular pattern.

In the center of the triangle, stands a huge altar that is tall. On the altar was a staff about a foot in diameter that appeared to be made of silver.

It looks the same as the stake, but the material is different.

The hideous sculpture at the top of the staff seemed to come to life, cracking open a mouthpiece, and an invisible attraction enveloped the entire altar.

All Muggles would twitch frantically the moment they entered the altar, and a silvery substance floated out of their mouths, eyes, and noses.

into a deep pit.

Then, the Muggles, stripped of their souls and some of their flesh, were controlled by the elves and thrown off the altar like garbage.

No one cares if they live or die.

And in the deep pit, the silver substance is about to overflow.

It emits a light microwave like the water of a lake.

The two in disguise stopped just a few feet from the altar.

Ron glanced at Koatel beside him.

What's next?

There were at least two dozen dark wizards here, as well as a number of cleaners, a hundred dementors in the sky, who were greedily staring at the people on the ground.

What's worse - he didn't see Voldemort.

But Ron knew that he must be nearby.

Koyatl, on the other hand, doesn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

Just stood straight and straight.

From time to time, he would spit dirty words and reprimand the goblins to move faster.

Ron frowned.

The effect of the compound decoction is not long-lasting, no matter how strong it is, it cannot last for forty minutes.

Most qualities only last between twenty and thirty minutes at most.

It had taken them nearly twenty minutes since they left the cave and walked all the way here, and it was very rare for the medicine to last for ten minutes now.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Koyatl remained unmoved.

Fine beads of sweat were already forming on Ron's forehead, and his hands were shrunk into his robes, clenching uncontrollably.

One minute - two minutes - three minutes.

He could already feel a slight squirm in his cheeks.

This is a precursor to the imminent failure of the potion.

Four minutes –

Ron's face was already squirming wildly, and his body began to change slightly.

Fortunately, he had his back to the Dark Wizard at this time, and the elves were busy maintaining the altar, so no one noticed him.

It's already the limit.

Ron knew that he had quietly held his wand in his hand, ready to fight.

And just then, just as he was about to attack the goblins.

A huge explosion suddenly rang out.

The entire island, even the obelisk, shook significantly.

"Bang-"

"Boom!"

The island's already decaying buildings have collapsed in large numbers.

The shaking caused by one explosion had not completely disappeared, and a second explosion sounded again.

This time it was even more intense than the previous ones.

The walls of the obelisk are cracked.

"What's going on!"

There was a riot between the Death Eaters and the Purges.

"Hmph—someone is trying to storm in." Bellatrix's cold voice came.

"Leave enough people to guard here, and follow me for the rest."

A large number of Death Eaters followed her along the stone bridge and left the island.

But a few others were retained.

And the hundred Dementors.

In the process, the explosion never ended.

The rumbling sound kept ringing.

The wizards here couldn't help but worry, fearing that the tower would collapse completely.

"The timing was just right." Koyatl picked up the pocket watch on his left wrist and looked at the time.

"Muggle stuff works pretty well."

She said with some unbridled care.

Not many people notice them anymore.

Most of the dark wizards were staring at the cavern above their heads.

for fear that a stone would fall and kill them.

"You did it?" Ron cautiously leaned closer to her.

"Stealing some bombs from the Muggle army station." "I scavenged the memories of their soldiers, as if they were time bombs. It's powerful. ”

"I borrowed all the bombs from their entire base and buried them with the time bombs, in the rubble around the obelisk."

"Timing?" Ron frowned again, "What if the estimation of the wrong time." ”

"Then mention the detonation, it will also create chaos, and the effect is not much worse."

"It's—" Koyatl lowered her voice, half of her face was now her own, but fortunately the cave was dim enough, only the white light emitted by the silver substance in the pit was a relatively bright light source.

"I never found that person."

"He may be nearby, but we don't have time." Ron knew that Coartle was talking about Voldemort.

Strangely, from beginning to end, they found no trace of Voldemort.

But - for such an important ceremony, it was impossible for him not to be present.

This makes people weird.

"I can't help it."

Koyatl bit his lip, his eyes hardening, and now they had to shoot.

She quickly slipped her hand into her waistbag.

Take out four or five metal balls.

With a flick of the wand, the balls flew all over the island.

Half a second later, they exploded.

The gray gas spread like a rising cloud, frantically spreading in all directions

This is not an ordinary smoke, but a magical item with magical powers.

The soot it emits is actually a small particle that is large enough to withstand the spell, allowing it to remain in place under the Dispel and Weather spells.

Of course, this doesn't last, but it's a good booster.

On top of that, Koyatl also threw out all sorts of other weird props.

It's some magic trap or something.

No wonder she says she can't fit anything else around her waist.

Because she actually stuffed two magic stone statues in it.

A magical stone statue made of wild stones, covered in moss, like a warrior in the wilderness era.

Rushing into the dust and smoke with the power of a brute.

And at the moment when all this happened, Ron also attacked at the same time.

A powerful cutting spell.

Crushing Spell.

Demolition Charm.

He was quickly thrown out.

Caught off guard, those goblins were easily defeated or even killed.

The commotion at the scene quickly attracted the attention of the Dementors overhead.

Magical smoke infects their senses, but chaos makes them unrestrained.

It's a greedy monster, and at this time it fell directly into madness.

Here, all life became their rations.

The Dementors began to frantically suck on the few pleasures Muggles and wizards had.

Crying and screaming rang out.

"Damn."

Ron held up the Iron Charm, able to withstand the black smoke attack of the few remaining elves.

The black smoke shimmered red, and was visibly corrupted.

The Iron Armor Spell can't be completely resisted.

Just hold on for a few seconds and you'll get pierced.

And at this thrilling time, many Dementors in the sky also noticed their battle.

Many of them were struggling through the white smoke in an attempt to feast on their own.

"Hoo God—Guard!"

Ron raised his wand and shouted.

Then a bright silver light lit up.

A hound leaps from the tip of his staff and soars high into the air.

He was succeeded by Koatl's killing curse, and she unleashed a brutal slaughter directly at the remaining elves.

"Stormy!"

Her wand flickered, and countless black mist spat out from the tip of the wand, and a silver light surged in the black mist, followed by a thousand bolts of lightning falling.

"Hide - look where you hide this time!" Dozens, if not hundreds, of lightning bolts fell.

It was like a silver sword, recklessly attacking the fleeing goblins around the altar.

Inevitably, lightning struck quite a few Muggles.

"Stop—" Ron yelled, "what are you doing?" ”

"I'm doing my best." Koyatl said coldly, his bright red eyes full of madness, "They're all Isabelles. It was originally the cattle and sheep raised by the purges. ”

"They have long been bewitched by the outer gods."

"Do what you have to do." She scolded angrily, her cheeks illuminated by lightning bolts, and at this moment, it was as if she was the demon who was eating people.

Ron knocked a dozen Dementors flying. looked at the girl in disbelief.

The cruel screams in his ears were so clear.

The screams of the Muggles and the fleeing figures were right in front of him.

The voice—it seemed to merge with the wizards who had just been burned to death by the flames.

A voice—a low, evil whisper—rose in Ron's mind.

It was as if the strings had broken, and the hounds in the sky suddenly disappeared.

"No—you're lying." He screamed.

The wand in his hand was raised uncontrollably.

The neutral voice in my ear was still bewitching—kill her—kill her.

- She's the devil.

- You know the spell.

- You know!

Intense resentment, anger, and cruel thoughts rose from Ron's heart.

The veins on his forehead bulged.

Arm tremors.

It was as if there was a thousand forces holding him up.

"No-no-you shut up, shut up!" Ron roared heartbreakingly.

For a moment, he seemed to break free.

Maybe it's the powerful positive emotions that the Patronus Charm brings.

But that kind of breaking free is only a momentary thing, and the next moment he is bewitched again.

The blue eyes are blinded by some kind of grayish mist, like marionettes.

Then a spell galloped away.

In Koyatl's subconscious gaze, helpless, surprised, confused, relieved and other complex gazes, the invisible blade instantly cut her back.

"No—"

—————————————————————

Same night.

Different fireworks are being staged in different places.

At Hogwarts, in a tense atmosphere, the professors did their best to maintain their authority. Dumbledore still hadn't returned.

It was as if he had disappeared.

Umbridge continued to be in power. and prohibits all young wizards from carrying newspapers in the school, and their packages must also be censored before entering the school.

The little wizards grieved and mourned, hoping that Owen would teach her a lesson again.

As for the expectations of the little wizards, Owen was not in a hurry to fulfill.

He was busy with other things.

There's news from the Order of the Phoenix—Dobby brought it.

After filming ended, he returned to his faithful elf and is now the liaison between Hogwarts and the Order of the Phoenix.

Dobby said that the Confederation's army had entered Port Isabel and that the war was ending quickly.

They easily defeated the Death Eaters and another dark wizard order. Now the whole of America is arresting traitors to the Magic Congress.

In addition to this, they found that the No-Maj (Muggles) in Port Isabel did not seem quite like the rest of the place.

It seems to be carrying some kind of disease.

Many of the Federation's wizards have reported experiencing symptoms of auditory hallucinations and mental malaise, which are not obvious and they are able to overcome them today.

The Federation is sending therapists from magical hospitals in the United States, as well as hospitals in Britain and France, to prepare for this matter.

In addition, the Magical Congress of New York discovered a large number of [Pretenders] and the Federation's wizarding army broke out into fierce battles.

The situation has not yet settled, and powerful wizards are needed to help them.

Dobby knew that.

He had eavesdropped, and those members of the Order of the Phoenix didn't want the little wizards to get involved, so they didn't want to pass the information on to Owen and them.

But they apparently forgot that Dobby was a free elf and no one could command him.

And Owen is his good friend, and he never hides it from his friends, so the little wizards know this.

"Dumbledore must have gone to the United States."

Some of them were convinced.

Especially Harry.

He breathed a sigh of relief, somewhat expecting Ron to come back in good condition.

Dumbledore might have been able to save him, right?

After all, he was the greatest wizard in the world, and no one could defeat him head-on, not even Voldemort.

All the young wizards thought that the wizard who was about to save the wizarding world of America must be Dumbledore.

They were looking forward to the return of the Headmaster and the removal of Umbridge from Hogwarts.

Owen thought—it wouldn't have to be Dumbledore.

Could it be someone else?

(End of chapter)