Chapter 882: The Defeated Vincent

As Vincent treated the special team's physical trauma, a red flame suddenly ignited the air behind him.

Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him and sighed silently as if he had expected it.

"Professor?" Vincent didn't lift his head and was still concentrating on treating them. "The rats left in front of me in a swagger."

"Child, you-"

"I'm fine, at least I didn't let them go back intact."

Is it all worth it?

worth.

Dumbledore looked into Vincent's firm eyes, knowing that he would not regret his choice tonight.

If he did not continue to pursue the Death Eaters, the special team certainly would not have a vicious curse.

If he didn't care about the unusual black magical aura in the gym, the camp wouldn't be terror attacked by the Death Eaters tonight.

Then was his choice wrong?

It is right to let the Death Eaters leave?

No, the wrong thing is the Death Eaters, the Voldemort who ordered them, the fucking prophecy that decided everything without authorization.

Under Vincent's treatment, the special team's shriveled skin has become fuller again.

But their mental state is a little depressed, and it seems they need to have a good rest.

Wells, who was first brought down, was in the worst condition, and the spell left a small piece of charred mark on his chest that could not be cured with magic.

Fortunately, it did not spread out, so it could only go to the St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital for further treatment.

Vincent, who had done all this, slowly lowered his double snake rod, "Professor, how is the situation on the other side of the camp?"

Dumbledore smiled with relief, "For your blessing, everyone slowly began to unite after watching you play the video repeatedly, saving all the injured."

The gloom on Vincent's face was swept away.

In the face of sudden disasters, there will always be people standing up.

Despite their limited personal abilities, miracles can be created as long as they are united.

"Professor, let's go back."

"good."

The flames brought by Fox wrapped everyone up.

The next second, they appeared in the camp.

The belated British Ministry of Magic officials temporarily built several tents as command centers and medical stations, and Vincent and Dumbledore were soon invited to find out the situation.

When they heard the name of Petdwarf Peter, their faces became extremely ugly.

Fudge forced a smile, "Vincent, are you sure you read it right?"

Vincent glanced at the special team members who were about to be taken to St. Mungo Magic Injury Hospital, "I'm sure and sure I'm not wrong, they are all witnesses."

Although Dumbledore did not see it with his own eyes, he guaranteed that Vincent would not lie about this matter.

Forge nodded and signaled to continue.

Vincent looked at Fudge's stinky face with a playful expression.

Sure enough, after hearing the Death Eater pretending to be himself, Forge's face became even worse.

The expressions of other senior executives also became playful.

Who can Fudge blame, Wills blame stupid?

"This group of despicable and shameless bastards!" He could only scold the Death Eater.

He is dedicated and loyal to the Ministry of Magic, and of course he is not a fool.

"After the special team was caught in the trap, I could only watch them sway and leave."

Vincent's eyes were full of self-blame when he said this.

He was not acting, but felt deeply guilty from the bottom of his heart.

This has nothing to do with his choice not regretting tonight. He just simply feels that his strength is not strong enough and his heart is not cruel enough.

Fudge gently put his hand on his shoulder, "Vincent, you've done well enough, let's leave the rest to us."

The senior officials left, and a lot of messy matters were still waiting for them to deal with.

Statistics of losses, appeases domestic and foreign people, investigates and calms the incident, responds to the condemnation of the foreign magic government, resolves doubts from the international community, and whether the Quidditch World Cup will continue to be held, etc.

Vincent and Dumbledore walked out of the tent, and the friends and adults were already waiting outside.

Everyone was a little dirty, and I think they should have joined the rescue just now.

He swung his right arm, which had not yet fully healed, "It's just a minor injury, it will heal soon."

Although his face was still a little pale, everyone's eyes were no longer as worried as before.

Only the Wayne and Hermione, who were particularly familiar with him, knew that he was holding on.

The more you put it lightly, the more serious the reality is.

However, none of the three of them pointed out, and they did not come to his room until the group returned to the tent.

The wounds caused by black magic cannot be completely healed in a short time. They can be fooled from a distance. Once they are close, it is not a trivial matter.

Eric's army was born, so of course he could see what the white "caterpillar" on his arms meant.

The skin and muscle tissue were torn apart by the litter. If there was no magic, this arm would probably be completely useless.

The face was bloodless after so long, which was a sign that only happened when you were suffering from huge pain.

Vincent, who was seen through, stopped pretending and took a sudden breath, "Actually, my whole body hurts so much. It feels really bad to be torn by the shattered curse."

The spell has been lifted long ago, but the damage it causes to the body will not disappear.

The pain from the skin, muscles, blood vessels and the internal organs will not disappear after being torn. Only the healing spell can heal the wounds throughout the body little by little.

Evelyn brought the medicine box and Hermione lifted her wand.

Vincent looked at his right arm, which was being wrapped thicker and thicker, "Mom, this has affected my normal movement."

Evelyn glared at him, "If you are injured, don't move around, stay tuned for me."

Vincent looked at Hermione on the other side with his mouth flat.

Her healing spell was cast very comprehensively, and she did not let any inch of her skin go, even her fingernails were not let go.

“Uh… Actually…”

Vincent, who was glared at once again, quickly shut his mouth.

Eric, who was standing beside him, laughed hard.

Although it is not the time to laugh, my kid has basically not suffered much since he was a child. It took several years to see it. This long-lost feeling really makes people feel comfortable.

Half an hour later, Evelyn finally finished bandaging.

Vincent had no choice but to look at his right arm, which was thick with his thighs.

These bandages are layer after layer, and it takes a long time to untie them without magic.

As for Hermione, she finally got the upper arm.

According to this progress, it is estimated that it may not be able to be done well at dawn.

"Ahem--" Eric winked at Evelyn, who stood up with understanding.

"We have been struggling all night and it's time for us to go back and rest."

Eric blinked meaningfully at Vincent before he walked out of the room.

Vincent rolled his eyes back.

The middle-aged and old man has such dirty thoughts, and his relationship with Hermione is very pure.

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