Chapter 878 The Cowardly Mouse

A few minutes ago,

A strange orange-red beam suddenly shot out from the audience, and the special team responsible for patrol rushed over immediately.

But just as they approached, countless violent beams of light shot out from it one after another.

Before they could think more, they hurriedly stopped the beams of light that were storming everywhere.

When the hole that was bombarded with bigger and bigger became completely quiet, they could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

If the stadium continues to be bombarded, the stadium that the Ministry of Magic has worked hard to build will probably turn into ruins.

Wells warned the team members around, and then came alone to the hole.

With such power but no dark magic aura, the attacker's magic level is extraordinary.

"This is below..." His lips trembled slightly.

"Quick! The attacker is in the employee lounge!"

While they arrived, the black shadows who were guessed their identities all recited spells.

Vincent did not choose to resist this time. He kicked one person's wrist with his right foot, and his uninjured left hand tightly held the long-tube pistol and pointed it at the other person's head.

With a "bang", a magic wand was kicked to the ground.

Another person was pointed at the head and did not dare to act rashly.

Vincent moved his injured arm slightly.

The recovery was pretty fast, and it seemed that there were no sequelae.

"Why are you eyeing me? Because I have beaten your master away? Or is it because I have grabbed his most loyal servant with my own hands?"

The two black shadows looked at each other without answering his question.

Vincent glanced at the large stone falling from the ceiling.

The passage cannot last long and will probably collapse completely soon.

Don't want to say it? The Ministry of Magic has a lot of tricks to pry open their mouths.

At this moment, Wells led the team to arrive.

"It's finally here." Vincent did not turn around, but instead pointed the long-barrel pistol at the metal skull mask with a cold and cold light.

Even with his back to his back, Wells could recognize him from his hair color and voice.

"Wayne?"

"It's me, come and catch people quickly, it's going to collapse here."

Wells walked over carefully with a lot of doubt.

When he saw the mask on the black shadow's face, his eyes suddenly became cold.

Is it possible to be an imitator?

No, there are traces left by the use of black magic around you, and no imitator would be crazy like this.

Wales shivered his hands and pulled out a chain from his pocket that had been imposed with magic.

Suddenly, a violent explosion sounded overhead, and the shaky ceiling collapsed instantly.

Vincent immediately touched the snake wood trigger, and the orange-red beam of light hit the skeleton mask at close range. The black shadow who was hit lost consciousness and fell down on the spot.

He ignored the top of his head and pointed the long-barrel pistol at another black shadow that sneaked to pick up the wand.

Another violent explosion, and the orange-red beam of light hit the wall, aggravating the collapse speed of the passage.

"Wayne!" Wells hurriedly set up an iron armor curse on his head, "Do you want to die!"

Vincent ignored him and touched the snakewood trigger again.

The members of the special team cast iron armor curse one after another. After the dazzling orange-red light, large pieces of gravel fell from the top of their heads, and the entire passage turned into ruins in an instant.

As soon as a short black shadow took away the two companions, the stones on the ruins slowly floated up, revealing Vincent's figure.

Damn it, I actually missed the Petr star Peter.

This timid mouse would not come back kindly to save his companions, and must be afraid of being punished by Voldemort after he went back.

Vincent walked out of the ground and looked around with a sharp gaze.

Because the passage collapsed, the five or six rows of seats around them also collapsed.

I can't feel the magic fluctuations. It seems that they have not forced the anti-phantom movement spell, and the person should have not yet run away.

Wells also walked out of the ground at this time, "Wayne, where are they?"

"I don't know, but they can't run far."

Vincent casts the tracking spell, and the silver-white track extends all the way out of the gymnasium.

Wells glanced at him deeply and chased him without saying a word.

The members of the special team who walked out of the ground also chased after him.

Vincent looked at the silver-white track that continued to extend in the distance, and felt a vague feeling of uneasiness in his heart.

That direction is the camp. If the Death Eaters make any big noise, it may cause a riot that is even larger than the day of the execution.

Once the 300,000 wizards are in chaos, the British Ministry of Magic has only such a few people. It would be good if they were not trampled to death by panicked people.

Vincent looked down at his right arm, which was still slowly healing.

He struggled to start and took out a new magic communicator from Lemay's ring.

"Vincent?" Sirius and Arthur and others appeared in the projection light curtain one after another.

"There is no time to explain, and the Death Eaters ran into the camp, and they-"

A sudden loud noise interrupted Vincent.

He raised his head, staring at the slowly rising green mist in the distance.

The huge skeleton opened its head and spit out a hideous snake.

The Dark Magic Mark reappeared again, and the worst happened indeed.

Vincent turned around, "The Death Eaters want to create riots and then run away in the chaos, so you must be careful."

Sirius and Arthur immediately realized the seriousness of the matter after seeing the clear black marks in the sky.

Without any hesitation, they put on their coats and took their wands.

After the communication, Vincent took out the 2.0 version of the flying boots from Lemay's ring.

Apart from the sound, it's a little louder, and its performance is much more stable than the 1.0 version I originally tested.

Wells and the members of the special squad who had just arrived at the camp could hear a noise like a Muggle fighter, and then they felt a strong wind blowing over their heads.

Suddenly, a meteor-like figure slashed through the night sky and fell heavily on the ground near the Dark Magic Mark.

Wells was just stunned for a moment, "It's Wayne!"

Members of the Special Squad recalled the GG that Wayne Enterprises had previously scrolled.

GG is GG after all, so the real thing will not be like it in the publicity.

But these flying boots are too strong, much more powerful than those in GG.

Wells didn't give them time to express their feelings, "Hurry up! We must hurry up!"

The closer you get to the Dark Mark, the more people are awakened and walked out of the tent.

Although most foreign wizards didn't know what was going on and just stared at the green skull in the sky, they also realized that this was a dangerous signal.

"Let's give... please give it..."

Wells squeezed out of the crowd and ran under the Dark Mark.

Vincent is not here, and the silvery trajectory disappears.

"Two in groups! Beware of the Death Eater's sneak attack!"

As soon as the words finished, a loud bang came from their left.

Accompanied by the violent explosion, bright red and strange flames rose.

Wells's face was immediately bloodless, "The Explosion Curse, and the Scarlet Fire Curse..."

Continue to let the Death Eaters do whatever they want, and the entire camp will become a piece of purgatory.

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