This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The explosion and flames began to spread outwards, and heart-wrenching screams could be heard everywhere.

Sirius and the others rushed over immediately, and the people were struggling everywhere.

Lihuo's magic flames ignited countless tents, and the most shrill cry came from it.

They rushed forward to save people, while Sirius and Lupin came to the ball of flames that were rapidly expanding every second.

Allowing this destructive flame to continue to rage will only allow the damn Death Eaters to take away more innocent lives.

"Remus, I will try to keep the range of the fire as small as possible. Please help me keep a close eye on it!"

Sirius cast a countercurse of the Scarlet Curse, and the speed of the demon flame swelling began to weaken significantly.

Lupin leaned behind him, guarding against attacks that could be launched at any time around.

As time passed by little by little, the bright red and strange demon flames began to be quickly compressed.

When Sirius, sweating profusely hung down his wand, a violent explosion rang out from behind them again.

Lupin's expression was unprecedentedly serious, "Those damn guys are endless!"

Most of the wizards in the camp were asleep. No matter how fast they put out fires and save people, they were far inferior to the speed of the Death Eaters doing destruction.

The two turned around and ran to the location where the explosion had just occurred, and all the magical projections in the camp were activated at this time.

Vincent's face appeared in the huge light curtain, his hair was blown up, as if in flight.

“Friends, we are facing a terrible attack.”

His eyes were extremely sharp, "They are Death Eaters in Britain, a group of inhuman terrorists."

Sirius and Lupin stopped because they saw a figure flying in at a very fast speed.

Vincent in the light curtain suddenly landed on the ground and pointed the camera at the burning fire in front of him.

"They are not very capable, they are nothing more than killing and setting fires."

A powerful magic wave caused ripples in the picture, and then the ever-expanding magic flame was instantly destroyed.

The camera was aimed at Vincent's face again, his eyes full of contempt, "This is not a special effect I made. The Lihuo they released is really nothing great."

A small noise sounded, and he swayed slightly in the light curtain and slowly floated up.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his tone was full of disdain:

"Death Eaters, listen to me, you timid mice. The more you hide your head and tail, the more you prove your incompetence. If you have the affinity, you stand up and fight me one by one. I will fight you one by one!"

Sirius and Lupin smiled at the same time.

Deliberately belittle the Death Eaters and then provoke them, invisibly dissipating people's inner fear.

Challenge them one by one? It was just that more than 300,000 angry wizards beat them up.

Vincent in the air did not interrupt the connection with the magic projection, and his relaxed and comfortable expression appeared in every corner of the camp.

People no longer panic, no longer feel scared, and began to organize themselves to save people.

Wells and other special team members couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when they saw this scene.

Now that their pressure is greatly reduced, they can search for the traces of the Death Eater with peace of mind.

However, the camp area is more than ten times larger than the gymnasium, and the timid group of mice did not do any more damage, and it is very likely that they have run away.

Vincent, who thought of this possibility one step ahead of them, tapped the magic communicator, uploaded the recorded video to the magic projection, and let it play it in a loop.

The countless light curtains in the camp returned to the original picture, and Vincent was explaining the current situation.

After completing the arrangement, he slowly landed on the ground in reality and looked at the land burned by the fire.

The black magic destroyed all traces that could be traced. It was like finding the timid group of mice.

Suddenly, a red flame ignited in the air in front of him, and then a white figure appeared.

"Professor, you're here too late."

Vincent informed Dumbledore when he arrived at the camp.

Dumbledore glanced at his slowly healing right arm, "I have set up a very difficult tracking magic outside the camp, and they will be marked unconsciously."

Vincent narrowed his eyes, "Professor, aren't you going to catch them?"

Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly, "The real prophecy cannot be changed. Tom's return is inevitable. We cannot let worse situations happen."

Only Petrified Star Peter is the only one who can determine his identity. Who are the remaining two? Who is the man who fell to the ground and was unconscious? Are there any other Death Eaters besides them? These questions are still unknown.

Dumbledore's approach was very safe. He left a mark without disturbing them. He could definitely find clues when looking in the direction.

Although the plan was good, Vincent showed a little dissatisfaction on his face, "Professor, I understand you don't want to make the situation worse here, but after they go back, Tom will definitely find the mark you left."

His blue eyes were full of disappointment, "If Tom shrank his head, we would have to fall into a passive position again. No matter how many clues there are, we can't find him."

Dumbledore looked into his eyes with a wry smile, "Child, your thoughts are becoming more and more like him."

Vincent took a deep breath to calm himself down, "Professor, the timid mice kidnapped the 300,000 wizards in the camp at one time, with the purpose of just running away. If they don't pay a little price, they will only make more Crazy things."

Dumbledore shook his head gently, "So I left a mark in order to make them afraid to not be as unscrupulous as tonight."

Vincent's tone was particularly cold, "The price of this is too light. The mouse should hide in the sewer and shivering. If you dare to appear in the sun, you must be prepared to be trampled to death at any time."

"Your thoughts are too extreme, Vincent." Dumbledore suddenly frowned.

"Professor, have they been marked?"

He nodded slightly, "There are four people in total."

Vincent moved his arms that had basically healed slightly, "Professor, if you don't want to tell me the location, then I'll go find it myself."

The flying boots are on.

Dumbledore looked over at the firm face in the air.

He didn't stop Vincent because he knew exactly what the consequences would be.

"In the southwest direction, very close to the range of the anti-phantom shift spell."

Vincent, who was about to speed up his departure, looked back at him, his lips slightly raised, "Thank you, professor, I won't let them run away easily."

The next second, several nozzles of the flying boots are combined into one.

Along with a deafening sonic boom, Vincent's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The strong wind whistled past, blowing Dumbledore's white robe and his long white beard.

He slowly closed his eyes, as if he had remembered some past events that had been covered with dust for many years.

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