The solid wood door of the auditorium was blown into countless pieces. In the smoke and dust, red beams like lasers swept the entire room.

Felix picked up a spell that was a stun spell.

"What a weak magic." He was surprised.

But the next second, a red beam came straight at him, hitting the invisible barrier, making a low roar.

Felix curled his lips, "This is more like it."

He pulled up Professor Bubbage, and she hurriedly pushed aside the ginger hair in front of her, "What's wrong, what's wrong? What happened?"

Felix did not respond to her. The dual effects of the supersensory spell and memory acceleration slowed down everything around him.

Bubbage's question seemed to be dragged out, and the arc of the spell was also slightly slow.

When more than a dozen spells came, he had already prepared the armor spell to block them out.

"Shh!"

With a light sound, Felix used Apparition to bring Professor Bubbage to the seventh floor of the hotel. "Professor Bubbage, I checked before. No one lives on the sixth and seventh floors. They are not the targets of the attackers. Just find a room to hide."

This is what he has confirmed. Before, Celeste and the haggard-faced wizard just found a secluded place to talk about private topics.

"Okay, okay." Bubbage swallowed nervously. The scene just now was too exciting. She had never seen so many spells appear in front of her at the same time in her life.

The words that Felix advised her before flashed in her mind one by one.

Felix's body twisted and disappeared, leaving a faint black smoke in the place. The next moment, he walked out of the air of the auditorium and appeared in front of the railing on the second floor of the auditorium.

After tilting his head to avoid a red arrow that was shot off, he stood on a high place and looked down.

The room has become shabby, the door has exploded, the tables and chairs are scattered, and there are traces of burning everywhere. The incident happened suddenly, and more than half of the Muggle research experts fell to the ground, but judging from their condition, they were at most unconscious.

'Oh, these attackers will still show mercy?'

His eyes quickly swept across the room, and his brain was working at high speed, taking all the details in the room into control.

This is the starting requirement of the instant kill tactic, reading the battlefield to obtain useful information.

The two sides of the war, one side is divided into three camps: Celeste and the weathered-faced man hid behind the podium, they belonged to the American Magic Congress camp;

Maxwell and two unfamiliar young Aurors hid beside the stone pillar, they should be guards assigned by the French Ministry of Magic;

the remaining dozen or so Muggle experts from different countries were scattered around, barely protecting themselves.

The other side was the attackers, they all wore black robes decorated with white stars and masks. There were 27 people, and they were still pouring in.

"Noel Celeste! Come out!"

one of the attackers shouted. As he was speaking, the windows of the fourth-floor auditorium exploded, and seven or eight black-robed wizards riding brooms rushed in. They hovered above the ceiling, swooping down and casting spells.

Felix swung his staff and knocked down two wizards who were casting spells on him, scaring the others away.

Celeste hid behind the podium. She was as angry as a lion: "It was abolished in 1965!"

"Do you know what you did? Fight against the Magic Congress!"

She seemed to be explaining something, but this aroused the other party's anger.

"Liar!"

"This is deception!"

These attackers had a clear division of labor and were divided into four teams, front, back, left and right. In each team, some were responsible for attacking, and some were responsible for defense. They covered each other and advanced layer by layer, occupying most of the auditorium, almost forcing the Ministry of Magic into a corner.

What was even more terrifying was that black-robed wizards continued to pour into the room. The number of enemies seemed to be endless, which made Maxwell despair.

There were only five people in the last attack. This time, isn't it ten times more?

The French Ministry of Magic was already cautious enough. It mobilized twelve Aurors to form two combat teams, which was enough to sweep a black market. But this time they were defeated too badly. Seven were knocked down in one encounter.

There was only one reason, that is, there were too many people on the other side! Spells were everywhere, and there was no room for escape.

Maxwell gritted his teeth and looked at his comrades around him. There were only three of them, including him, and the remaining nine had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

He could only pray that the Ministry would find the abnormality as soon as possible and send support.

...

Felix was a little confused. The purpose of the attackers was very simple, that is, Noel Celeste, and Celeste seemed to know that their target was herself, and even knew who they were.

Because she said to Maxwell across two stone pillars: "Don't use lethal spells!"

But the battlefield was not something she could control, and it was not a good idea to show mercy in the battle. A red light hit Maxwell, making his body stiff, and then seven or eight red lights followed.

In his astonished expression, the spell knocked him over and smashed him heavily on the pillar behind him.

"Maxwell!"

A young Auror's eyes turned red. He gritted his teeth and cast a black spell. The black mist condensed into a sharp dagger in the air, and pierced into the chest of an attacker on the opposite side with an unstoppable posture. A large amount of blood spurted out of his chest instantly.

"Bethenny!" A grief-stricken voice came from the opposite side, and then their spells became more fierce.

Although the truth was still not clear, Felix felt that he had to intervene before things became irreversible.

He raised his hand and activated a crushing spell. The spell hit the chandelier on the ceiling, smashing the chandelier and half of the ceiling into pieces, and dust and stones fell down.

The red light in the sky weakened a lot for a while.

Felix suddenly appeared in the center of the auditorium. He waved his wand calmly and accurately. Stunning spells flew out from the tip of his wand like water. The smoke and dust dispersed, and seven or eight attackers fell to the ground.

"All spells are over!"

Felix stuck his wand into the ground with his backhand. Red light poured down like a huge wave. With him as the center, the attackers, Muggle experts, Aurors, and officials of the Magical Congress of the United States flew backwards like wheat, and the spells that were still brewing silently dimmed.

Everyone looked at the figure who suddenly appeared, watching him slowly stand up and raise his wand expressionlessly.

The hall was so quiet that even breathing could be heard. After seven or eight seconds,

"Knock him down!" said a steady voice from one of the attackers.

But more than a dozen spells only hit the black smoke he left behind. Then, everyone present saw an unforgettable scene. Felix's figure kept flashing, and every time he appeared, he shook his hand and waved a dazzling red light. At

the most exaggerated moment, they saw seven Felix's shadows at the same time.

The attacker team that barely broke into the front of the hall was swept to pieces in one or two seconds,

and the other three teams also collapsed. "Too weak, although the formation is in good shape, the individual quality is too poor. Without the protection of the team, they don't even have the most basic self-protection awareness. It's like bullying a child..."

Felix didn't feel the joy of casting a spell. On the contrary, he was even more puzzled. If you have to make an analogy, some of them can't even cast as much spells as Percy Weasley.

'There is a huge gap in strength between the members. They are not used to using killing spells and dark magic. They lack combat experience and their spells are not powerful...'

'Where did these attackers come from?'