Even if it is so powerful that it can turn ordinary people into superhuman Bresta potions in an instant, it is not Dudley's most satisfying work.

He also has a stronger hole card.

It's a pity that it doesn't seem to come in handy.

The main reason is that this group of wizards is too weak, but it seems that there are many people and bluffs, but the actual combat effectiveness is very poor.

There are no powerful spells, and there are few that can be beaten.

Not to mention Dudley, even if he replaced Sirius, who hadn't touched a wand in twelve years, he could do it against these wizards.

A few sorcerers fell down after a few back and forth.

No, not a Death Eater.

Dudley said to himself.

No matter how bad the Death Eaters are, they are the same as the wizards of the Aurors, and most of the Death Eaters are imprisoned in Azkaban, and the rest of the Death Eaters are in high positions, and it is impossible for them to stand up and do things like they are now.

Then there is only one possibility

Dudley's eyes narrowed.

These are cannon fodder

Fake a shot.

Their real purpose wasn't Harry, either.

"Bones reappear!"

As if to confirm his words, the cold sound of the trees in the distance crossed the sky, making the air around him much cooler.

In the darkness, a huge green glitter emerged, leaping up the treetops and soaring into the sky.

Stained the sky green

That. It was a huge skeleton made up of countless turquoise star-like things, and a large snake emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue spit out of a skull.

The green glow, against the dark night sky, resembles a new constellation.

At this moment, all the wizards outside stared blankly at the sky, looking at the mark, and the terrifying memories that were about to be forgotten came back to their hearts again.

Even many of the wizards erupted in terror with cries of terror.

More than a decade ago, at Voldemort's peak, the Death Eaters would leave a mark after they had done evil.

It's the skull on the top of its head that spits out the mark of a snake

Mark of the Dark Lord.

And now just a mark can once again bring panic to the entire wizarding world.

The Dark Lord's sigil is not just a sigil, it also represents Voldemort himself.

It wants the world to announce that he's back.

The wizards who had originally gathered together, at the moment when the Dark Lord's mark appeared, seemed to see something very terrifying, and began to scatter and flee.

You must know that this group of 'rabble' in Dudley's mouth was killed by Harry and Neville and had no reaction, and even wanted to fight back, but was frightened by the Dark Lord's mark.

This time, even the wizards who had been hiding in their tents couldn't wait to see the black mark above their heads.

At that moment, the wizards finally remembered the fear they had once had been dominated by Voldemort.

Cries, shouts, and screams filled the sky, and the whole camp became even more chaotic, and the wizards hurried out of their tents, using all their might, using the key to the door or using the apparition, in short, they were trying to escape by all means.

Voldemort's terrifying and influential influence was not confined to England.

It's just that the story takes place in England.

The existence that can make 100,000 wizards frightened and flee in despair, and the existence that can make the entire European wizarding world collectively silent for 12 years with just one name, and even dare not discuss it in private, is definitely not a simple character.

Of course, there are some wizards who have not left

The one who summoned the Dark Devil to mark everything, the wizard who lurked in the forest, smiled coldly.

"The Dark Lord will be back soon!"

"You're done, hahaha"

As he spoke, he turned around and was about to leave, his mission here was complete.

"It's all petrified!"

A spell galloped and struck the wizard who was called Huo, and fell to the ground in a daze.

I saw Carlo arrive with a group of wizards.

"What about our Minister of Magic, Fudge?" Dudley looked around and said, "Now is the time for him to make a difference." ”

"Ever since this thing appeared in the sky, he didn't know where it had gone." Carlo pointed to the heavenly pattern.

When he said this, his tone was full of disdain.

However, when he looked at the green pattern in the sky, although he didn't say it, he inevitably flashed a throbbing in his heart.

They all grew up listening to Voldemort's stories.

The only ones who can really not be afraid of him are Harry and Dudley.

Looking up at the huge pattern, Dudley couldn't let go of such a good opportunity to brush up his reputation.

"What are you afraid of? It's just a survivor. ”

The Dark Mark is more than just the Mark of the Dark Devil.

Its spell name is called Bone Reappearance.

Judging by the name alone, no matter how you think about it, you wouldn't think it's a serious spell.

Actually, this spell is a kind of black magic

Once the magic is successfully unleashed, it cannot be easily unraveled.

In the past, the Ministry of Magic had spent a lot of effort trying to get rid of a Dark Magic Mark.

It has the effect of coating all creatures within range with an aura of fear.

Voldemort's arrival was accompanied by the birth of the Dark Mark, which could bring more fear, and fear would deepen people's impression of Voldemort.

The perfect closed loop, and in the long run, Voldemort became a taboo in the hearts of wizards.

"So." Dudley pointed his wand at the skull in the sky.

"It's useless." Even with the petrification spell in his body, the wizard still shouted, and his tone was full of provocation: "You have nothing to do but wait for it to subside naturally." ”

"There is no solution to the spell bestowed upon the Dark Lord!"

The look of excitement, the ecstasy on his face, is like a Z cult fanatic.

Like a typical Death Eater.

Except for those eyes

Dudley knew how difficult it was to remove the Dark Mark from the air, and even with his current level of magic, it would not be easy to remove it in a short period of time.

But Dursley's favorite thing to do is to slap people who think they are in the face. ’

If the magic is too difficult, then use other methods.

Dudley waved his wand lightly

I saw a huge sword appear in the sky, the style of the sword was faintly similar to the Gryffindor sword, and the golden light illuminated half of the sky, as if the rising sun was warm and bright, making people full of power, so that the green light of the black mark was no longer terrifying.

"Really? How about trying my Ruyi Excalibur? ”

Dudley waved his wand as he spoke.

The wizards who were or were about to flee all stopped and looked up at the sky in unison, waiting for the final result.

"It's useless."

The moment the sword fell, the wizard's ridicule came to an abrupt end.

(End of chapter)