This Hogwarts isn't normal.

The continuous explosions outside the camp attracted the attention of the special team immediately, and they rushed towards the source of the sound without thinking.

From afar, they saw large swaths of smoke and dust rolling out.

There is only one magic that can create such a large-scale explosion, and a bursting spell that injects a lot of negative emotions.

But strangely, there was only a trace of dark magic aura around that was not easy to detect.

Even if it is already very close, it is not as rich as it should be.

Not a black magic?

Wells looked around, as if looking for something.

Finally, he raised his head and saw the figure floating in the air.

"alert!"

Members of the special team scattered around the smoke and dust that began to dissipate.

Vincent from the sky slowly descended.

He looked at Wells, who looked particularly ugly, "Those mice should not be dead yet. You must be careful when catching people."

Wells's face became even more ugly, "Wayne, we are not playing house on campus now. They are Death Eaters. You should notify us as soon as you find their traces."

Vincent landed in front of him, looked down at the flying boots on his feet, "When you come here, they will have already escaped outside the anti-phantom movement spell."

"You..." Wells was speechless and glared fiercely.

He looked at Vincent's pale face without blood, and his eyes suddenly softened, "Are you injured again?"

"I can't die." Vincent looked at the smoke and dust that was about to dissipate. "They should be much worse than me."

Wells snatched his hand to stop him from approaching, "If you are injured, take a good rest, and leave it to us."

Catching the Death Eater is the responsibility of their Ministry of Magic. No matter how high Vincent's magic level or ability is, he is still just a student and is the object of their protection.

Vincent stood there, silently watching him lift his wand and walk towards the smoke and dust.

Although this person is stubborn and has a great prejudice against himself, he can be considered a good person in general.

Being conscientious and careless, such people are actually not uncommon in the Ministry of Magic.

Unfortunately, due to the incompetence of the upper class, they often perform some offensive actions.

"The wind suddenly swept—" Wells waved his wand and blew away all the smoke and dust.

Four figures were lying on the bumpy ground, three of them had ragged black robes, revealing large pieces of burned skin.

The man in the pajamas actually got the blessing of Mr. Meilin. He was covered with a thin layer of dust, and it seemed that he had not been blown up.

Vincent breathed a sigh of relief.

There was no accidental injury, and now I have no psychological burden.

Wells approached carefully with the special team.

It looks like they have lost consciousness, but who knows whether they are pretending to be dead.

There were once some evil and crazy Death Eaters who even sacrificed their parents, wife and children to achieve their goals.

"Stop!" Wells aimed his wand at a small Death Eater in front of him who was lying on the ground.

After turning him over with magic, all the members of the special team clenched their fists.

Petr, the criminal who committed evil deeds, betrayed the Porter couple, killed 12 innocent Muggles and blamed Sirius, was finally arrested.

Wells looked coldly at the remaining two more injured Death Eaters.

One of them was disfigured, while the other was wearing a metal skull mask covered with cracks.

"Preserve them first, I'll go see the one who is not injured."

His speculation is basically the same as Vincent, and both prefer that the man was kidnapped.

As for why the Death Eater went to the gym to tie people up, there will naturally be an answer after confirming his identity.

Wells slowly walked towards the man, pointing his wand in his hand at the other side.

He waved his wand and turned the person over.

"How is that possible!"

Wells' exclamation made Vincent become curious.

Unfortunately, the distance is a bit far, and the back is still facing each other, so no matter how strong the vision is, it cannot be seen.

Wells was a little stunned and quickly bent down and squatted down.

He held up the man's back and whispered, "Wake up, Minister Fuji, wake up quickly."

Fuggy?

Vincent subconsciously frowned.

This busy man didn't even come to watch the game tonight, how could he appear in the gym?

Moreover, he doesn't live in the employee lounge. It's impossible that the Death Eater came to his house and tied him to the gymnasium, right?

Wells, who was stubborn, had no doubts at all. Seeing that Fudge was still unconscious, he put down his wand and reached into his pocket.

Vincent frowned deeper in the distance.

No, not right.

The height and size are completely inconsistent, this is a fake!

"Be careful! He is not Fuji!"

Wales, who had just taken out a bottle of potion from his pocket, was instantly alert and subconsciously reached out to the wand that was placed aside.

Just as his hand touched the wand, the unconscious "Foji" suddenly opened his eyes and showed an extremely cruel smile.

"Damn it!" Vincent looked at Wells who fell backwards and quickly activated his flying boots.

The members of the special team reacted faster than him, but the awakened "Foji" had already inserted the wand that had just cast the vicious spell to the ground.

Several evil and cold breaths gushed out from the ground and rushed towards them at extremely fast speed.

Their rich black magic aura even distorts the surrounding air, causing all objects in contact with it to quickly decay.

"Ah--" The special team wailed in pain.

Their skin shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had suddenly grown old.

Such a vicious black magic curse had to make Vincent quickly stop in mid-air.

He looked at "Fuji" who was standing up slowly from a distance.

Merlin actually blessed the Death Eaters!

No, it was that damn prophecy!

"The true prophecy cannot be changed...Tom's return is inevitable...we cannot let worse situations happen..."

Dumbledore's words echoed in Vincent's mind.

If it was accidental to find the Death Eaters' trail tonight, then it would be inevitable that they would successfully escape.

The prophecy has already decided the ending, and it will use an invisible big hand to push things back on track.

Vincent clenched the snake staff in his hand, stared at "Fuji" with his angry and unwilling eyes and lifted up his wand again, floating the three people who fell to the ground with magic.

The two of them collided with each other through the evil and cold aura.

"Fuji"'s eyes raised slightly, and he nodded to the members of the special team kneeling on the ground and in pain.

He grinned with a mocking face, and compared the shape of a mouth that Vincent almost couldn't help but rush in.

"You are like these lackeys from the Ministry of Magic..."

Vincent quickly suppressed the anger in his heart, but a terrible magic wave broke out in his body.

"Fuji" narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people floating beside him.

His ability to set up a trap for the team to destroy the special team is enough to prove that he is not an impulsive person.

But before turning around and leaving, he made another lip shaped towards Vincent.

"We are leaving, and this group of cursed wastes are going to die..."

Before leaving, I didn’t forget to mock her. It seemed that they were those who were extremely inferior and always like to find a sense of existence.

Vincent withdrew his back as he stared at "Foggy" leaving.

He quickly landed and condensed all the magic fluctuations that had just exploded on the Double Snake Staff.

No spells or casting gestures are needed, and a spell that is much more powerful than putting out a sharp fire will eventually crush those evil and cold auras.

It is far from enough to just lift the curse, and the impact of black magic is difficult to completely eliminate.

The body can be healed slowly by time, but mental blows may not be possible.

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