The situation changed too quickly. Almost in an instant, the hooded wizards who had originally had the upper hand all lay on the ground, losing their combat effectiveness.

Whether it was Mr. Weasley, Bill or Charlie, it all felt like a dream.

"Has the support arrived?" Charlie asked, turning his head to look around.

Mr. Weasley said nothing, but stared at the spot where the last hooded wizard had fallen, frowning slightly.

At this moment, the air around them suddenly fluctuated.

Kyle lifted the Disillusionment Curse and waved at them, "How are you? Are you not hurt?"

"Why are you here!" Mr. Weasley said with a stern face, "It's dangerous here, go back to the woods!"

"Danger?"

Kyle turned his head and looked at the wizard twisting on the ground. "It's okay... I think it should be fine."

"Did you do this?" Bill asked incredulously.

"It's also good luck...they were not vigilant enough." Kyle nodded, then reached out and picked the biting cabbage off the legs of those people and put it away carefully.

Mr. Weasley moved quickly and those people were knocked unconscious without much struggle, so biting the cabbage was not a big deal, at most it would just cause some skin abrasions.

Not bad, I can use it next time.

Mr. Weasley's mouth twitched as he watched his movements.

Although biting cabbage is not a banned trade product like poisonous tentacles, not just anyone can grow it. A lot of procedures are required, and it must be registered with the Ministry of Magic.

Strictly speaking, it is definitely not allowed to throw out seven or eight like Kyle did.

But after all, there was no one else around at the moment, so Mr. Weasley silently turned his face away, pretending he saw nothing.

Bill and Charlie did the same. The three of them lowered their heads in tacit understanding and began picking up the wands on the ground.

Then he conjured up a rope and tied them tightly together.

When he picked up the last wand, the one decorated with a snake head, Mr. Weasley's eyes suddenly lit up.

In his impression, there was only one person who would use such an exaggerated wand decoration.

Then he walked back quickly and directly lifted up everyone's hoods and masks.

"Yaxley... Crabbe... Rookwood..." Mr. Weasley called out their names one by one.

"Goyle... and Malfoy!"

Especially when he saw the last person, even though the crisis had not been completely resolved, Mr. Weasley couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Now let's see how you can argue!" he said happily.

He had guessed from the beginning that among these people there must be Lucius Malfoy, a guy who had done so many bad things, but he just had no evidence.

Now that he was caught red-handed, he was doomed! Mr. Weasley had never been so happy. If the time was not wrong, he really wanted to call a few friends and have a good drink.

“Knock, knock…”

At this time, heavy footsteps were heard nearby, and a huge figure more than three meters tall ran over from a distance.

Kyle could feel the ground shaking slightly with every step she took.

"Gabrielle...Nova...Casro...Thank God you're all here!"

"Principal Maxim!"

Seeing the person coming, the few little wizards who were originally huddled together and shivering immediately became excited and ran towards the other party while crying.

They hugged Maxime's legs, chattered something in French, and pointed at Kyle and Mr. Weasley from time to time.

"Thank you!" She thanked sincerely, "I am Olympe Maxime, the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Magic. Thank you for saving these children."

"It doesn't matter, anyone would do the same." Mr. Weasley said with his neck tilted back.

To be honest, when he first saw Principal Maxim, he once suspected whether the other party was Hagrid's relative.

Too big... Mr. Weasley was not short, but when they stood together, he could only reach the other's waist.

"Oh, I didn't notice..."

Maxim's eyes suddenly fell on Kyle, "I thought we would meet again, but I didn't expect it would be under such circumstances... I heard everything Gabrielle said, thank you for saving them."

"No, it's all thanks to Mr. Weasley." Kyle said with a smile, "I just happened to be here and helped a little."

"That's already quite remarkable." Madam Maxime said, with a hint of annoyance in her tone, "Unlike some people who are usually so arrogant, but panic when faced with an emergency, and even lose their classmates! I really should have brought Fleur with me, at least she wouldn't embarrass Beauxbatons."

Maxim became angrier and angrier as she spoke, and she took her anger out on the tied-up men.

Before anyone could react, he slapped one of them in the face.

The consequences of being slapped by a half-giant can be imagined.

This powerful slap directly knocked several people who were tied together away. After they landed, they collapsed a tent and rolled away for a long distance.

"Oh...Merlin!" Mr. Weasley hurriedly chased after him.

"I'm sorry..." Maxim's thoughts became clearer. "But don't worry, I know what I'm doing. They shouldn't die."

Kyle looked at the teeth on the ground and doubted what Maxim said.

But he didn't care so much and asked casually: "Didn't Furong come to watch the game?"

"She has other things to do... to prepare for another grand event." Maxim said with a smile, "But you should be able to see her soon."

Kyle nodded.

Maxim had to hurry to get these children to a safe place, so he didn't stay for long. He thanked the Weasley family again and left.

The chaos around was still going on. Mr. Weasley found an empty tent and threw the several people tied together into it. He then asked Charlie and Kyle to stay there to watch over them.

As for himself, he had to continue to help.

There were too many rioting wizards, at least more than two hundred, and the Ministry of Magic did not have enough manpower.

"Wait!" Kyle wanted to call out to him, but Mr. Weasley didn't stop and ran out of the tent without looking back.

Charlie really wanted to help like Bill, but he was worried about leaving Kyle here alone.

But in comparison, Kyle seemed much more relaxed and stopped after chasing out of the tent.

If Charlie observed carefully for a while, he would find that although the battle around him was still chaotic, it was not as intense as at the beginning. The number of spells was much less and the battlefield was becoming more and more scattered.

It felt like without a leader, the originally orderly team turned into a mess.

As for who are the leaders...

Kyle looked at the people tied together in the tent...the answer was obvious.

And more importantly, support from the Ministry of Magic has arrived.

Not far away, a large number of strikers and Aurors had rushed into the camp from all directions. Leading the way was Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office. He looked like an angry lion, raising his wand from a distance.

The same went for the Aurors and strikers behind him, who rained Stunning and Disarming Spells down on the rioters who were still resisting.

(End of this chapter)