I, Hogwarts Second Week

On Westminster Street, the once prosperous street scene is now a mess.

Broken bricks, fallen statues and collapsed buildings are intertwined to form a chaotic ruin.

On the street, corpses are lying in all directions, wizards, Muggles - blood, that is the trace of death, flowing on the ruins, dyeing the street dark red, even if the heavy rain pours down, it is difficult to wash it clean.

In the sky, from time to time, the strange sound of Dementors penetrates the clouds and echoes in the empty streets, which is creepy. The wind on the ground is not to be outdone. It passes through the broken buildings and makes a sharp whistle. The two different interweavings give people a strong and indescribable sense of horror.

Suddenly, this was the holy land of the empire, the most sacred place, but now it has become a kind of vestibule of hell.

Compared to other blocks, guns and cannons are roaring, explosions and screams are continuous, which is more frightening here.

At this time, Walton McNeill was leaning against a dilapidated building, gasping for breath.

His eyelids trembled wildly and his face was pale.

The pool of blood on the ground was particularly eye-catching.

It was from his broken limbs.

The Muggle weapon shattered his right arm.

The wand fell somewhere.

In addition to the wound on his arm, there was also a wound on his lower abdomen - the bullet penetrated the gravel and hit there, which greatly reduced the power of the bullet, so that the bullet shot into his body did not penetrate, and the bullet blocked the wound and reduced bleeding.

However - although he was not dead, he did not have much time left.

Walton McNeill.

On the surface, he was a member of the Reconnaissance Team of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

This is a department under the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, composed of a wizard group including strikers, responsible for general law enforcement, such as minor violations of the Statute of Secrecy or economic crimes by wizards.

Aurors are responsible for more serious and high-risk magical crimes.

In the past few years, the reconnaissance team has been reformed several times. The original old people have basically joined the Aurors, and the current members are all newcomers or wizards who have just graduated from Hogwarts.

Walton McNeill, as one of the few old men in the Ministry, has a significant influence in the Ministry. He should not have gone to the battlefield this time.

But——

In addition to his work in the Ministry of Magic.

He has another identity.

He is one of Voldemort's spies in the Ministry of Magic and a Death Eater.

"Ahem——"

In the corner, Walton McNeill spit out a mouthful of blood. He could feel a burning pain in his lungs. The bullet that caused the abdominal wound may have torn his lung lobe.

This is an extremely dangerous signal. If he doesn't leave and receive treatment, he will meet the god of death in a few minutes.

"Deserve——Ahem——Dead——" he cursed.

His eyes moved to the pile of dead bodies on the side.

There was a wizard of the 'Dark Raven' there, and his wand was still in his hand.

He originally came to support this waste. But when he just appeared after the Apparition, he was attacked by Muggles.

That idiot wanted to leave him and run away. When he saw that he was injured, he lost his mind for a moment and was shot to pieces by the Muggle army in the building.

But before he died, he used a powerful black magic. It was obviously a spell given by the Dark Lord. It was extremely powerful. It not only blew up the building, but also left a huge gap in the outer wall and buried the Muggle army under the ruins.

What made him angry was that he became the scapegoat of this guy. The shot that broke his arm was originally aimed at that guy. He suddenly Apparated in front of him and hit the gun.

Then this guy blew down the outer wall, causing the Muggle soldier who stayed in the dark to have a wider field of vision. The gun in his abdomen was because there was no outer wall to block him. He was hiding under a piece of ruins and was discovered and attacked.

In short, this idiot almost shot an Avada Kedavra directly at his forehead.

"Huh..." Walton McNeill covered his left arm, blood gushing out from his fingertips. He had to make a decision.

Should he be exposed to the gun of the Muggle, rush to the ruins over there, get the wand of the idiot and leave, or wait to die here.

Well, it seems that there are choices, but in fact there are no choices at all.

Walton McNeill turned his head and looked at the ruins. He estimated that he was less than ten feet (three or four meters) away from him. With one go, he would not be exposed to the enemy's sight for more than one or two seconds.

"Damn bastard."

Perhaps to encourage himself, Walton McNeill cursed again.

But this time, his target was those Muggles.

Who would have thought that the sheep that were originally killed at will would now become the executioner who threatened his life.

In any period of time in the past, if someone told him that he would die at the hands of Muggles in the future, the only thing he would do was to beat the person who said this severely.

This was an insult to him.

And it was the biggest insult.

But now——

Without any hesitation, Walton McNeill finally couldn't help but stand up, half-crouching on the ground like a praying mantis, pushing his feet against the ground, and then suddenly jumped.

Fortunately——he didn't hear the gunshot.

Perhaps the other party felt that the shot in the abdomen had already killed him, so he didn't spare any energy to stare at him.

In short——the goddess of luck was smiling.

Walton McNeill crawled on the ground, stretched out his hands covered with blood and dust, and snatched the wand from the hands of the dead in the ruins.

Success.

Walton McNeill knew that he could survive.

Just as he was ecstatic and was about to cast the Apparition spell to leave here, an abrupt footsteps sank his heart into his stomach.

"Apparition"

"It's too late."

He broke his right hand, which was skilled in casting spells, and it must be more difficult to cast spells with his left hand now than before.

Especially the dangerous spell of Apparition. If an accident occurs and the body is separated, he will really die.

"Armor protection!"

At the critical moment, Walton McNeill could only subconsciously release a protective spell that he was familiar with.

And almost the next second after he cast the spell, gunshots rang out.

Several bullets hovered less than a few inches away from him, and almost all of them were his head, which made him tremble with fear.

"Wait--" he shouted. It was so dark on the other side of the corridor that he couldn't see the person coming. "I am an employee of the Ministry of Magic. I am a wizard affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I am here to help you deal with the Death Eaters."

Walton McNeill quickly revealed his identity.

Although he didn't actually get permission to come here.

He ran here secretly because of the Dark Lord's order.

But his identity as a member of the Ministry of Magic is here, and this is indeed true.

"Ministry of Magic?"

A woman's voice came from the chaotic corridor.

"Name."

"Walton McNeill"

"Wait--" the woman continued.

But she didn't come out of the darkness.

She was relying on the darkness for cover.

Through the communication system, her inquiry was immediately transmitted back to the Joint Operations Department, and then someone would verify her identity.

But before that-the woman's sharp voice sounded again: "Put down the wand, I guarantee your safety."

Hearing the voice, Walton McNeill's face froze.

A trace of anger flashed in his eyes!

Putting down the wand because of the threat of Muggles, what a humiliation it is.

But now.

He knew very well in his heart that the woman in the dark was definitely aiming at his head with that strange weapon.

Cast a spell by himself

He knew some powerful spells, which were all gifts from the Dark Lord. Even if he didn't know the woman's location, he could blow up the whole building, so it didn't matter where she was.

But——it was still the same reason. Not to mention whether the spell would be released successfully with the left hand, the pre-casting swing alone was enough for the other party to shoot a magazine.

But, knowing that it was impossible, it was still more difficult to make him put down the wand and accept this humiliation than to kill him.

"Put down the wand!" The woman's voice rose again in the darkness.

"I won't cast a spell on you again." Walton McNeill shouted, making his last struggle.

The woman's voice became serious, "Put down the wand, I let you put down the wand!"

"Okay, that's enough." Walton McNeill was annoyed. He couldn't afford it anymore. He was about to die.

He threw the wand aside casually.

Sure enough, compared to death, dignity and other things are more precious to people like him.

In the darkness, the woman walked slowly over.

The news from the Joint Command came to her ears, confirming the identity of the man.

But she did not relax her vigilance.

What was confirmed was that there was indeed a wizard named Walton McNeill in the Ministry of Magic, but she was not sure whether it was the person in front of her.

For her job, stealing other people's identities is more common than eating and drinking.

She held a rifle.

The outline of the figure gradually became clear in Walton McNeill's tired eyes.

It was a woman with neat brown short hair, clear facial lines, and emerald eyes.

She wore a tight vest with a pair of tight pants of the same color, and various weapons were tied on her legs and waist.

This is a beauty.

Although it is completely different from the traditional British aesthetics, the woman in front of her gives people a more domineering and sharp feeling, and the smooth muscle lines of her limbs are full of power, but it is undeniable that she is indeed very attractive, even if her face is covered with dust.

While the wizard was looking at the woman, Alice was also looking at the wizard.

His right arm was broken at the joint, his palm and forearm were missing, and his abdomen was shot and blood was flowing.

His face was pale and tired.

With such injuries, it might not be possible to save him even if he was sent to the operating room immediately.

This wizard was still conscious.

This surprised Alice.

Maybe the wizard's physique was different from that of ordinary people?

She guessed that a normal person would have fallen into a coma after losing so much blood.

"You"

She was about to speak, but at this moment, something strange happened.

The rifle in her hand suddenly floated to the left without her control.

The centripetal force was very huge.

Alice, who already felt guilty for possibly accidentally injuring friendly forces, and the serious injuries of the person in front of her made her relax her vigilance for a while.

In just a moment, the rifle in her hand was out of her control.

"Stop!" Alice shouted sharply.

She quickly pulled out the pistol from her waist.

Walton McNeill ignored it and pounced on the fallen wand.

Wandless casting - such a profound ability, he simply did not master it.

In school, he only succeeded in casting the Levitation spell without a wand in the seventh grade.

After graduation, he never practiced this aspect.

The position he applied for in the Ministry of Magic did not require the wandless skill in this regard, and wandless casting was too difficult to master.

It is not a universal skill, as if after mastering the skill of "wandless casting", all spells can be used at will - no - every spell requires a long period of wandless casting practice.

There are universal techniques, but the casting gestures of each spell are different, and it takes a long time to practice.

So even Dumbledore would not waste all his time on wandless practice.

It is not easy to master a spell in the first place, and it takes time to master it without a wand. For modern wizards, it is a thankless task.

And at this moment - Walton McNeill swore that if he could go back alive, he would practice wandless casting well.

At least the Shield Charm, the Petrification Charm, and the most important Apparition Charm must be mastered without a wand.

Damn Muggles - when the Dark Lord takes power, he will skin them, pull out their tendons, chop them into paste and feed them to the eight-eyed giant spider.

"I told you to stop!" Alice warned again on the other side.

The other party's actions made her nervous.

Maybe shooting immediately is the best choice.

As a well-trained agent, it takes less than a second to pull out the pistol from the waist and shoot.

The wizard in front of him obviously didn't know this. He might think that he only had one weapon in his hand.

Take away her rifle. She is no longer a threat to him.

Obviously this is just his unrealistic fantasy.

And Alice had a bolder idea in an instant.

She wanted to capture the wizard in front of her alive.

After making a decision, she immediately stepped forward, raised her foot and kicked the wizard, holding the butt of the gun in her right hand, ready to hit him hard on the back of the head.

However, the wizard's reaction was beyond Alice's expectations. He did not dodge, but rushed straight towards the fallen wand.

When she raised the butt of the gun and prepared to hit it hard.

That strange floating feeling appeared.

This delayed her movement, although at this moment her body had already thrown the wizard to the ground.

Her powerful thighs pressed against the wizard's neck.

This scene - was very similar to an incident that happened in the United States decades later.

Eventually, it triggered protests across the United States.

"Don't move!" Alice's voice was full of majesty, "I warn you, even if you are a wizard from the Ministry of Magic, if you resist, I have the power to kill you."

That strange centripetal floating force must be caused by the wizard under her.

But this did not scare Alice, the reason was simple, the other party at this critical moment of life and death, the ability is only to control the deflection of her weapon, which means that he has no more powerful power at this time.