Chapter 342: Stop

the marchers. Standing there in a daze, the hooded wizard who was hit by a lightning bolt looked at his bloody chest in disbelief. He took a few steps forward, turned around, and looked at his companions, falling down in slow motion.

One of the hooded wizards in the lead leaned over to look, "He's seriously injured, but not dead yet." He just avoided the second black lightning that flew towards him and hit the lower abdomen of the man behind him.

Then, Felix pinched the black lightning with his fingertips, and it crackled and exploded. Small arcs of electricity were like a huge net, covering them. These small black arcs were not as powerful as the first two lightning bolts, but they were more troublesome. The marchers were scratched by the arcs like wheat, and fell to the ground with convulsions.

The hooded wizards reacted first. They pulled the two injured companions to the back, propped up magic barriers and shields, and fought back along the gaps. At the same time, they kept retreating and hiding themselves in the center of the parade.

But as they were safe, they were further away from Felix, and most of the spells faded and disappeared in mid-air.

"Fight back! He's alone," shouted a confused red-faced wizard, holding a wand in one hand and a bottle in the other, with a shaggy beard and drunken shouting.

"He's too far away!" someone shouted angrily.

The drunk red-faced wizard shouted, "Follow me!" He and a dozen people like him charged at Felix, constantly approaching him. Most of the marchers watched coldly. Sure enough, a black arc of black electricity fell at their feet. These people didn't even recite the most basic defensive spells. They all collapsed to the ground like broken dolls, wailing. The

next second, Felix disappeared from mid-air and suddenly appeared in front of these people fifty feet away. His expression was indifferent, as if covered with a layer of frost, and there seemed to be flames dancing in his eyes.

"Foolish people." His eyes did not stay on the wizards who were charging at him. They were all fools who were being coerced. His eyes were on the large group of marchers.

"Damn it! Does he want to fight us all alone?" Someone shouted indignantly.

Before they could react, a powerful spell burst out from the tip of the black wand held by Felix, and the red light illuminated everyone's face.

Felix's target was very clear, that is, the group of hooded wizards hiding in the middle of the team. They were very likely the organizers of the riot. Moreover, they had uniform attire and cooperated well. They should know each other and even fought together.

The names of famous and unknown wizard groups passed through his mind, but the most likely one was

"Death Eaters." Felix muttered softly.

These marchers were completely a mob. There was no cooperation between them. They propped up magic in a mess. Some of them even interfered with each other, resulting in spell failure. This made Felix's spell unimpeded, and the powerful disarming spell knocked them away one by one.

But the counterattack came soon.

Felix had to hold up a golden shield, as if it was unbreakable. Various spells were thrown at it. A single spell had little effect on it, but he was facing too many people. The spells were connected into a dense beam of light. After more than ten seconds, the golden shield finally couldn't hold on and collapsed into a golden light spot. Before that, he had moved his position in advance.

Felix used Apparition to disappear from time to time, avoiding the concentrated fire spells, and then appeared more than ten feet away. Each time he appeared, he was accompanied by several spells, bringing out arcs from various hidden corners, knocking out several people. The spells in the sky

kept chasing his figure, but they couldn't touch the corners of his clothes. When he felt pressured, Felix quickly switched to the other side of the team, and each time he would reap six or seven results.

At this time, the scene was in chaos. No one cared about the Roberts family floating in the air. When the effect of the levitation spell disappeared, they screamed and fell from the air. Felix suddenly appeared, stretched out his wand, fixed them, and moved them diagonally to the side, ready to hand them over to the Ministry of Magic staff not far away.

The remaining three staff members managed to avoid the marchers by chance and followed behind the team, trying to rescue the Roberts family. However, they had the same concerns as Mr. Weasley, and were afraid to use magic for fear of causing accidental injuries.

"Good opportunity," someone in the crowd of marchers shouted.

They all raised their wands and shot spells of various colors in the direction of Felix. The dense magic light made the surroundings glow red, but these spells stopped when they were three feet away from Felix, forming a wall of spells.

These spells did not stop, but moved forward in slow motion. Felix lightly stepped aside a few steps. After two or three seconds, spells flew out one after another, smashing small pits on the ground that were either burnt or rotten, and grass scraps flew everywhere.

In these few seconds, the Roberts family also fell safely into the hands of the Ministry of Magic staff. "Thank you! Mr. Hep!" A Ministry of Magic staff member shouted loudly, using a spell to help them.

His thanks were nothing more than a mockery of the marchers. A vicious spell flew out from the crowd towards the Roberts family. A few people suddenly appeared. It was Mr. Weasley. He held up an armor spell. Charlie and Bill stood on both sides. Sirius stepped forward and deflected the poison spell.

"Well done, Arthur." The man from the Ministry of Magic said happily.

Felix turned his head suddenly, and the ebony wand stabbed out like a sword. A ball of golden flame exploded in the crowd. The wizard who attacked secretly was burning all over, and there was a burnt smell on his body.

At this time, many people saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly used Apparition to escape, including those hooded wizards.

Felix could not take care of too much for a while, and could only cast a net to shake off a piece of black arc, trying to form a closed electric net. Once it was formed, it would be difficult for these people to Apparition.

In a panic, a hooded wizard said in a hoarse voice: "I promise you."

Felix paused the magic in his hand. The hooded wizard took advantage of the gap to Apparate and took away the two companions whose chests were pierced by black lightning. The next second, the large net formed by the black arc closed completely, forming a sealed cage.

"Are those two people special?" Felix thought carefully. At that time, they were standing in the front position. Although they were not the leaders, they should be close to the front position.

If they were Death Eaters, it means that the status of those two people was not low.

Felix stood outside the cage and calmly shook out a coma spell, like catching a turtle in a jar. The two hooded wizards who could not escape in time forced Apparition, but screamed and left an arm and a thigh.

At this time, Felix had to hold back his strength. Most of these people were tourists from various countries. Even if they caused a riot, he couldn't beat them to death, otherwise he would be in trouble.

His first two fierce attacks were aimed at the hooded wizards. As for whether anyone would die, he didn't know.

Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Sirius and three other staff members of the Ministry of Magic also came to help. They chanted spells along the gaps in the electric fence, and the people inside lay down like wheat.

After a while, Felix dispersed the magic, revealing hundreds of marchers inside, including a dozen hooded wizards. He took off his mask and saw faces that were not unfamiliar. In addition to some broken limbs left because of the split, the scene looked extremely scary.

Sirius looked at the hooded wizards and snorted disdainfully.

The riot was completely quelled.

Silence, extremely quiet around, as if the pause button was pressed, even the crying of children was stopped by their parents.