"How abominable!" Hermione gritted her teeth and took out her wand, her hands shaking.

Magic is not something that should be abused like this.

Ron had a cold face and was about to rush out.

Harry held their heads with one hand each and pushed them into the tent: "Those people are quite good. Don't be impulsive. You are still a little behind."

“Safety is the most important thing.”

"The Ministry of Magic has a lot of people here. Maybe we can try to trust..."

He stopped talking here, raised his hands and circled Hermione's head, pressed hard, and squatted down together. A spell brushed the place where Hermione's head was just now and fell on the tent. Flames burned fiercely, and the lion statue twisted in the flames.

"Very good, it seems they are here to find me." Harry raised his head, his pupils cold, raised his hand to put Quinn on himself, "You go back to the tent."

"Harry." Hermione held up her wand.

"Go back, you are not his target." Harry stared at the group of people. The leader looked a little hunched over, playing with his wand, his face hidden under the mask, but his playful eyes could not be concealed and fell directly on him.

"Are these people here to see you?" Hermione took a deep breath.

"Call Sirius and Lupin." Harry put the sword of Gryffindor back and pulled out the snake-bone sword. "Hermione, use the Patronus to call Mr. Arthur."

Hermione nodded in response: "Be careful, there are many of them."

George and Fred were ready to rush over together, but were kicked back by Harry.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The leader lowered his voice, looked at Harry who walked up to them, and asked, "Lion-like eyes, I heard that you are the most orthodox Gryffindor? The recognized..."

Harry interrupted him: "You ignorant illiterate, lions have round pupils."

The man was startled. He opened his mouth and said, "The recognized heir of Gryffindor?"

"So you're not going to admit your mistake and plan to play dumb and get away with it?" Harry sneered.

Suddenly, a spell rang out among the crowd.

It's heart-wrenching!

"Why waste your time talking to him!" someone shouted, but it was not the person who cast the spell.

Harry dodged sideways and flicked his wand.

Swamp curse.

The terrain where the group of people were standing collapsed. Several people screamed and struggled to run away in panic.

Only a few people cast armor spells on themselves first.

Empty magic.

Harry waved his wand and with a few whooshes, the empty tents around him twisted. The wooden bars, like spines, gathered around them, imprisoning these people like a cage.

"Are you seeking your own death, Potter?" The man in the lead waved his wand. The magic was a little clumsy, but it smoothly turned the ground under his feet back into hard soil.

The others were alerted by this man's action.

After a few spells were cast, the effect of the swamp curse disappeared.

There are some other people.

Cruciatus, Illusion, Explosive Curse, several black magic spells shot towards Harry, colorful and extremely dangerous.

Harry dodged it sideways easily: "Numbers do not mean strength."

He waved his wand.

The cage closed inward.

A curtain flew up, rolled up the Roberts family, wrapped them tightly, and placed them behind the tent nearby.

Alder!

He raised his hand again, and the power of the seal surged and hit them. Even with the armor spell on their bodies, they staggered and collided like dominoes, pressing on the cage that was getting tighter and tighter. Puff - blood splattered.

The wooden splinters pierced through the chests of several people.

Harry swung his sword and ran towards the nearest person.

"Don't let him get close to you, Potter knows swordsmanship!" someone shouted in horror, and the voice sounded a little familiar.

"Destroy the cage." The man who was pierced in the chest raised his wand, aimed it at the cage, and cast a blasting spell, creating a hole the size of a head.

The few people on the outermost side raised their wands, ready to attack Harry.

It's heart-wrenching!

In their spell book, this seems to be the first one on the list.

In the small space, all the spells that they thought would definitely hit them passed by Harry's body. His steps were nimble, and under the light of the fire and moon, they were even more graceful than the dance of a Veela.

The thick snake-bone sword turned in his hand, looking softer than silk. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of them and easily cut one person's chest, leaving a long and deep scar.

"It's poisonous!" The man screamed in fear, his body limp and fell to the ground. "Hurry, save me, the sword is poisonous."

The basilisk's poison is insidious and vicious.

He lost all his strength almost instantly.

But no one paid any attention to him, as the others tried their best to avoid Harry's sword, which now seemed like an elegant but extremely dangerous dance.

boom--

The cage was finally blown open by them.

They leaped, crawled, and rolled to escape from the cages, shouting and panicking. Their faces were hidden by masks, but their emotions were obvious.

Only the man who shouted at the beginning had the courage to raise his wand and face Harry.

But it seemed like he hadn't cast a spell in a long time.

Harry was unfamiliar with the Transfiguration spell and his intention to fight was obvious. He waved his wand casually and the Transfiguration creature restricted all his actions. At this moment, there was a snap, followed by a powerful magical force that pushed Harry back two steps.

A hand, a withered, thin hand, grabbed the wrist of the leader, and then with a snap, it disappeared in an apparition.

House elves!

It's this creature again.

The leader disappeared and the others fled in all directions.

Harry raised his wand.

The cages broke apart and turned into pythons, crawling in all directions to catch those who had escaped.

In the distance, one hundred meters away.

There was a quick "pop" sound, magic power surged, and breath leaked out. It was the person who had just slipped away. Harry jumped back to avoid the "Crucia". His robe fluttered, and with two whooshes, he flew towards the person and jogged over.

"Potter, tonight is a gift to you." The man raised his wand.

The emotions beneath the mask are hideous.

"The corpse reappears!"

He called out, and a spell shot into the air.

The dark smoke was surging, exuding an evil and ominous aura. It was a huge skull with a long snake coming out of its mouth.

A mark.

Before the cloth strip could reach the man, the elf Disapparated with him and disappeared.

Harry spat. There was no trace of that man nearby anymore. He turned around and looked at the people who were running around. Some of them had disappeared. The only one left was the dying wizard who had been stabbed by a sword and poisoned by a snake in his original cage.

There were also a few who seemed to want to take off their disguises and disappear into the panicked crowd.

The most familiar breath is the one closest to me.

Harry waved his wand, and the strips of cloth his robe turned into changed direction, flying through the damaged tent and grabbing the wizard who had not yet had time to change his clothes, along with the tent curtain, and slamming it to the ground.

at the same time.

A dozen wizards descended upon Harry.

"Fainted!"

Almost at the same time as they landed, they raised their wands, pointed them at the people they had wrapped, and chanted spells.

With a crackling sound, Quinn was shattered by the first few spells. The huge air wave pushed the first group of people to stagger back. The armor spell bounced away the remaining spells. Several people were unfortunately hit by the stun spell and fell limply to the ground.

They also have to chant a spell.

"Look carefully at the person." Harry spoke softly, his tone gentle.

The expressions of several Aurors suddenly changed.

One person exclaimed: "Stop, it's Mr. Potter!"

Someone explained to him dryly: "Mr. Potter, we didn't do it on purpose, it's just that someone said there were dark wizards causing trouble here, and the light was too dim..."

"And brainless," Harry added.

The man's face turned embarrassed. "And we were a little too impatient. We didn't understand the situation clearly before we started fighting."

Harry waved his hand, raised his wand, and pointed to a place not far away: "I saved those ordinary people. I was afraid that they would run around and get into trouble, so I tied them up in that curtain."

He pointed at the man lying on the ground and said, "One of them was hit by my sword. No one saved him. He is lying there. It was caused by snake venom. If there is an antidote for him, he may still survive."

One of them looked unhappy and ran towards the dark wizard while searching for the antidote in his robe.

"There is another one, the one I caught, alive, not poisoned, and not injured." Harry lowered his head and looked at the man who was tightly tied up and stepped on by him, with the mask still on his face.

Someone noticed the mark in the sky and his face changed: "Mr. Potter, that is..."

Harry turned around, and the mark with the snake spitting out of the mouth had not yet dissipated: "It was made by the leader of the group of people who were causing trouble. He said it was a gift for me. Do you know what this is?"

"It's the Dark Mark." The man's face turned pale and his voice trembled. "It's the symbol of the You-Know-Who."

Fear filled his heart, overflowed from his eyes, and spread to others.

"So, these people tonight are Death Eaters?" Harry lowered his head and continued to look at the man he had caught.

The Aurors said nothing, nor did they make any movement.

Their faces were miserable, and just a mark was enough to scare them to the point where they could hardly move.

"Then let's see who this old friend is." Harry continued softly, waving his wand, and a strip of cloth came out, lifting the mask on the man's face, revealing a head of light golden medium-short hair, a pair of gray eyes, and a handsome but thin and pale face.

Among the Aurors, someone gasped.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

Harry smiled slightly: "Oh, it's you."

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"Repaying the Potters' debt is such a huge burden on you that you have to do such vile things to earn a few extra bucks?"

Lucius Malfoy said nothing, his eyes were dull and confused.

"Mr. Malfoy may be under the control of the Imperius Curse." An Auror spoke cautiously and tentatively.

Harry shook his head.

He was not blind, and he could sense that Lucius did not have any of the magic that belonged to other people.

The Auror who rescued the man ran back with a gloomy face: "That man is Mr. Avery."

Avery.

This is another well-known surname in the wizarding world. Like Malfoy, it is a very prestigious pure-blood family.

"By the way, I have one more thing..." Harry started to speak.

Two Ministry officials arrived, their brows furrowed and their faces anxious.

"Potter?" One of them was Ludo, he asked in a surprised tone, "Why are you here? Is this all..."

The Auror explained for Harry.

Ludo nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought Mr. Potter, my God, why would I have such a damn idea?"

"Who is this?" Harry looked at the man next to Ludo.

"Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation." Ludo introduced enthusiastically.

Harry nodded slowly, "Mr. Crouch who let the house elf take the seat and didn't come himself."

Crouch nodded stiffly, his eyes fixed more on Malfoy.

"I have another piece of news to tell you." Harry looked at Crouch and said softly, "The leader of this group of Death Eaters was rescued by a house-elf. I remember its smell and appearance."

"Mr. Crouch."

When Harry suddenly called out his name, he subconsciously raised his head and looked into Harry's eyes.

Harry went on: "That house-elf is yours, the one called Winky."

Crouch's eyes changed, showing shock, fear, and anger, but there was no look called "unexpected".