Chapter 341 Chaos

Felix suddenly turned over and sat up. The warning magic he left outside the tent was triggered.

After casting various defensive spells on himself, he pushed open the curtain. In the darkness, he saw a mother holding a child stumbling over. Her hair was disheveled. She was wearing a dirty pajamas and holding a child of three or four years old in her arms.

"What happened?" Felix asked her in a deep voice. There were bursts of screams and explosions in the distance.

"There was a riot... those fans... no, they are thugs! Setting fires everywhere..." said the woman in front of him. Her face was pale and she still had a frightened expression.

Lupin came out of the tent, holding his wand alertly. "What's going on?" He was stunned when he saw the woman.

"It should be some fans who caused trouble," Felix said, "Remus, take care of them. By the way, wake up Clemmy and Arik, I'll go out and take a look."

Lupin looked at the woman and her child, nodded silently, and looked into the distance. The camp was full of red flames, and crying and anxious shouts were heard in the distance.

Felix held his wand and rushed towards the fire.

Some dark figures could be seen on the road, stumbling and walking with one foot deep and one foot shallow. They brought their families and one or two crying children with them, and they all hid in the direction of the woods.

Most of these people were caught off guard and only wore pajamas. Some of them were separated from their families and shouted their names as they walked.

Not everyone was panicked. Some people were still calm and helped to maintain order. A very tall woman shouted in a loud voice, drowning out the surrounding noise: "Quiet! Students of Beauxbatons, raise your wands and light the way for others."

"Yes, Madame Maxime." A group of boys and girls answered in unison, lighting their wands one after another. The panicked crowd around them followed the light they emitted and spontaneously approached and surrounded them.

"Follow me, walk towards the path." The woman called Madame Maxime took the lead and walked in front. From time to time, she turned back and comforted in a steady voice: "Don't panic, one by one, follow closely!"

This woman may be as tall as Hagrid, but visually she looks taller because she is very slender and not as bloated as Hagrid. Felix suspected that she had giant blood, but she undoubtedly inherited the advantages of both sides, with a delicate face and elegant manners.

And it can be seen that she has a high prestige among this group of young wizards. Should she be a professor?

In a hurry, Felix didn't have time to think about it. They passed by each other. Felix went against the direction of the group and headed straight for the fire. Halfway through, he saw some Ministry of Magic staff lying on the ground. They were knocked unconscious. Each of them was hit by at least four or five Stunning Spells, as well as some messy evil spells. They looked very embarrassed.

Felix dragged them over and piled them together to avoid being stepped on. He simply cast a levitation spell on himself, and then controlled himself to rise into the air, his eyes constantly wandering.

On the other side, the group of marchers continued to grow. At first, there were only thirty or so hooded wizards. They wore masks and wandered around the camp. One of them captured the Muggle Roberts family on the edge of the camp and controlled them to circle above his head for fun.

Then more and more people joined in. There were fans who needed to vent because their team lost the game, there were celebrants who had drunk themselves to death after celebrating for half a night, and there were people who liked excitement. They strengthened the momentum of the marchers and formed a scale of three to five hundred people. They set fires everywhere in the camp and left burning tents behind them.

With the light of the fire rising to the sky, they saw a figure standing in the air, looking down from above, with his eyes tilted towards this side.

The marchers squinted their eyes. The man seemed to be able to fly. His eyes were so bright that even though they were hundreds of feet away, they could feel the anger and pressure in his eyes.

"Master, Master,"

a hooded wizard shouted, his hands shaking involuntarily.

In the parade, the dozens of hooded wizards who led the way were in a commotion. Two of them couldn't even hold their wands and knelt down in the direction of Felix. "Master, we have been looking forward to your return."

"Don't be silly, that's Felix Hep!" a hoarse voice said.

Felix moved. A huge amount of light gathered in his palms, and then expanded rapidly. He threw a huge ball of light into the sky, temporarily replacing the barely visible gray-green light on the horizon.

This light was like the sun in winter, bright but not dazzling. It filled every inch of space and every shadow in an instant, even covering the moon hanging high in the sky, and the whole camp was as bright as day.

Felix took in all the chaos

. On his right was a parade of people, led by thirty or forty wizards wearing hoods and masks. They should be the leaders of the riot. They were tightly packed together, forming a dense formation, and slowly moving forward. Above these people's heads, there were four struggling figures floating in the air, twisted into various weird shapes. They were all ordinary people in pajamas, helplessly, like puppets being controlled by invisible ropes.

Around the hooded man, there were hundreds of rioting fans. Judging from their outfits, they should be from different countries, and they joined in because of their common hobbies or love of chaos. The purpose of these marchers who joined the procession was purer, to vent their anger and create chaos. Some of them wore funny masks that they found from nowhere, some just covered their faces with a piece of cloth, and some showed their faces boldly, waving their wands drunkenly, releasing sparks.

Behind the procession, on both sides of the road they walked, there were burning tents left behind, like huge torches.

Surrounded by fleeing crowds, the screams of women, the cries of children and the panicked calls of men were connected together.

When Felix's magic illuminated the entire camp, they identified the direction and no longer looked like headless flies. They took their families away from the group of marchers.

In every corner of the camp, countless people looked up and looked at Felix's figure in the air, shocked.

On a path beside the woods

"Look at that person! He's floating in the sky!"

"Where's Madame Maxime? We can't find her," a little girl with thick curly hair shouted to Harry, Ron and Hermione. The three of them had separated from the adults and Ginny and the twins, and had just come to a path beside the woods.

It was densely packed with people, and everyone was looking towards the camp in horror.

"Who is Madame Maxime?" Harry asked nervously. He had just knocked out a drunk with his wand, and he, Ron, and Hermione worked together to hide the drunk in the bushes.

"They are not from our school..." A young witch, about the same age as Hermione, embraced the curly-haired girl, and with the help of the bright light, she looked at Harry and the other two, whispered "Hogwarts", and then looked at Felix in the air with everyone else.

"Who is he? Why can he fly?"

"Is he the leader? I saw some marchers kneeling down to him."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Hermione shouted at the man angrily. She looked over there worriedly and whispered, "It's Professor Happ. He should want to stop the riot. It's too dangerous. There shouldn't be a direct conflict... There are hundreds of people."

Harry looked over. The professor's magic illuminated the camp. They could see clearly that more than a dozen colorful spells from the marchers flew towards the professor, but most of them were crooked and distorted.

Ron comforted him, "Professor Hepp is four or five hundred feet away from them. Don't worry, there's no way they can fight."

...

Felix used illumination magic to illuminate the camp, and some marchers immediately became uneasy. The darkness gave them the courage to do evil, but when the light came, they could only hide their filthiness to avoid being discovered.

People kept leaving the team and quietly left.

But there were still quite a few people who stayed where they were. These people were clamoring, making noises, pointing at Felix, and deliberately shooting sparks and spells to make provocative movements.

On the other side of the marchers, Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius seemed to be at a loss. Charlie asked, "Dad, what should we do?"

Mr. Weasley looked at the floating Roberts family, "Don't act rashly, it would be bad if they were hurt."

They were worried. Before, several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic tried to pretend to be marchers and wanted to get close to the Roberts family, but they were attacked by concentrated fire.

"They will soon disperse," Mr. Weasley said with certainty. He was a little annoyed, "Rats from the gutter! These guys are simply lawless! If we could catch them all..."

Sirius pointed into the air, "Someone has the same idea as you."

Felix's face was calm. He stretched out his hand and pointed forward. A black lightning descended, and almost at the same time, a hooded wizard was pierced through the chest.