Chapter 274 Blowing Feathers

The hunter suit man struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the strangely dressed men in front of him with his mouth wide open in surprise.

What happened just now was completely beyond his cognition. Why could the small wooden sticks in those people's hands glow? Why did the red light flash and he bounced away as if he was hit by a car?

He couldn't understand these questions at all, and could only crawl on the ground with severe pain, trying to stay away from the weird people in front of him as much as possible.

Unfortunately, the wizards who had lost their sanity due to alcohol did not intend to let him go.

They grinned at the man crawling on the ground like a dog in front of them, and followed him step by step like a cat teasing a mouse, but deliberately slowed down their speed so as not to catch up with the man in front of them.

"Hey, have you ever played blowing feathers?" A man suddenly asked, "It's a game where you throw a feather into the sky and blow it to prevent it from falling."

The others looked at him in confusion, not understanding why he said this at this moment.

The man chuckled, raised his wand, aimed at the hunter suit man and flicked it upwards.

The next moment, the hunter suit man was lifted up by a huge force and dragged into the air.

Then the force suddenly disappeared, and the hunter suit man fell freely.

Then the man raised his wand again.

...

The hunter suit man was tossed around by the wizard like a sandbag. It can be seen that the wizard's control ability was not good, and he had no way to control the force he exerted on the hunter suit man.

This caused the hunter suit man's body to be often pulled up, but his limbs and head remained in place due to inertia.

He felt that his neck was about to break, his eyes were bleeding rapidly, and the unimaginable pain made him scream.

"Ah! Spare me! Please, spare me!"

The hunter suit man begged for mercy, but the wizards below were watching the wizard's demonstration with relish, and the shrill screams even made them more excited.

Finally, a wizard next to him couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched out his wand and joined in the game of blowing feathers.

However, his ability to control magic seemed to be worse than that of the wizard at the beginning, and the huge force was actually applied to the head of the hunting suit man.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came, and the screams stopped abruptly. The hunting suit man's neck was stretched, and his eyes were wide open, as if he was accusing something.

"Oh! Morey! What did you do? There's no fun now."

The wizard at the beginning shouted regretfully, while the wizard named Morey smiled apologetically and said:

"It doesn't matter. I know there are a few Muggles not far from here. How about we continue?"

As soon as this was said, everyone looked at each other. Although no one spoke, the excitement on the faces of others had already let Morey know their answer.

"Here, put this on." Morey took out a bunch of white hoods and handed them to everyone, "Put this on so that others can't recognize us, and we can have fun!"

Everyone put on the hoods without hesitation, shouting, laughing wildly and left.

After a long time, Mike got out of the tent.

He moved very lightly, firstly because he was afraid that Penelope, who was sleeping soundly, would find him, and secondly because he was afraid that the drunken thugs would find him and put an end to their plan of making trouble after drinking.

The hunter suit man was lying on the ground, motionless.

The wizards thought he was dead, but in fact, he was just unable to move because of spinal and nerve injuries.

Mike walked over and looked at the hunter suit man.

After a while, Mike seemed to be moved by the pleading in the hunter suit man's eyes. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his bag and poured it into the hunter suit man's mouth.

Then, he stopped looking at the hunter suit man who was still lying on the ground, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the direction where the thugs disappeared.

But he didn't know when his fists had been clenched tightly.

Mike was very angry.

He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now it seems that he still overestimated himself. After seeing what those scums did, he still couldn't suppress his anger.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had no interest in them at all.

But they still killed him, and they killed him with a playful attitude!

Because they know that the Ministry of Magic will never punish these high-ranking figures.

And even if there are iron-headed people in the Ministry of Magic who want to touch them, they can find all kinds of excuses to escape punishment.

Just like what these Death Eaters did when they escaped trial after Voldemort disappeared.

In this sense, they are the real biggest winners, and Voldemort is more like a worker under them.

It was them who put Voldemort on the altar and followed Voldemort to conquer the wizarding world.

If things succeed, then their power will become even greater.

Although the plan has failed and Voldemort seems to have been killed, they are still above most people and enjoy the same treatment as before.

Now, they are about to find the next victim so that they can have fun.

Mike has been hesitating since the hunter suit man appeared, hesitating whether to stop those people.

And just now, when he and the hunter suit man looked at each other, he finally made a decision.

Whatever, even if I can't catch the little mouse today, I will teach those thugs a lesson, a lesson that the Ministry of Magic can't teach, a lesson that will be unforgettable!

Mike's pace became faster and faster, and he had used the wind speed spell unknowingly!

He was seen shuttling through the woods like a phantom, desperately rushing in the direction of the thugs.

However, he was still too late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had already become a sea of ​​fire, and there were wizards fleeing in panic everywhere. There were at least 70,000 people living in this mid-range camping area, and there were also many powerful ones among them, but there was no one who stood up to stop the thugs!

Their weakness encouraged the arrogance of the white hoods. They laughed wildly and set fire to one tent after another, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other side, more white-headed hooded men were still playing the game of "blowing feathers".

They should be a family of three. It can be seen that the white-headed hooded men were very careful this time. The two adults, a man and a woman, were still screaming.

The little girl next to them could not bear such torture and lost her voice like the hunting suit man before.

But even so, the group of white-headed hooded men still had no intention of stopping.

They waved their magic wands and still threw the little girl like throwing sandbags.

Looking at the little girl's small figure swaying from side to side under inertia, Mike felt a flame burning in his heart.

"You bunch of scum!"

Mike roared, a dazzling white light flashed, and the Sword of Victory and Oath appeared in his hand.

The next moment, he held a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, carrying a dazzling light and rushing towards the group of white-headed hooded men like a hero.

The momentum Mike created was so huge that it instantly attracted the attention of the fugitives and white-headed hooded men.

"Look! Someone is trying to stop them!"

Harry, who had been watching the white hoods, was the first to notice the astonishing white light. He screamed at Hermione and Ron, and at the same time took out the panoramic telescope he had bought to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Through the magical lens of the telescope, Harry finally saw who the hero bathed in the white light was.

"Oh my God! It's Mike! Oh my God!"

Harry felt like he was about to pass out from excitement. One second he was still in agony over what happened to those Muggles, and the next second Mike stepped forward!

"Is this true? This is impossible?"

Ron widened his eyes in surprise, and also took out the panoramic telescope to see for himself.

But before he could point the telescope at the distance, Hermione grabbed the telescope away.

After seeing the true form of the white light, Hermione's body immediately trembled slightly, and she was still screaming:

"Don't go! Mike! They are a group of dark wizards!"

Mike naturally couldn't hear Hermione's shouting. At this moment, he was sprinting towards the group of white-headed wizards at full speed.

His speed was very fast, and the wind speed spell had been pushed to the extreme by him. In the eyes of the onlookers, the white light emitted by the holy sword was even dragged into a long light band by Mike!

However, his momentum was too loud, and those white-headed wizards had already discovered his existence.

And it was undoubtedly the stupidest move to use melee attacks against wizards in advance.

I saw that those white-headed wizards who were still playing the "blowing feathers" game immediately showed their magical powers and dispersed after discovering that Mike's target was them, and began to distance themselves from Mike.

Seeing this, Mike showed a smile on his face. The reason why he chose to make such a big momentum instead of choosing a sneak attack was to ensure the safety of the three Muggles.

And now, their goal has been achieved.

He just spun lightly to get rid of the inertia of the sprint, and at the same time, he swung his right wand violently, and the three Muggles still in the air were thrown in the direction of Harry and the others.

"Take them away!"

Hearing Mike's shout, Harry and Mr. Weasley and others were stunned at first, and then they quickly reacted and used the levitation spell to catch the three Muggles steadily.

Harry impatiently put his hand in front of the little girl's nose, and then the worry on his face immediately faded, and he shouted to Mike happily:

"She's still alive! They are all still alive!"

Mike did not hear Harry's emotional shout, and even if he heard it, he would not respond, because the situation at this time did not allow him to be distracted.

Those white hoods have already reacted, and they were angry and attacked Mike directly, using the strongest single attack spell: the killing curse!

Amid the exclamations of the onlookers who risked their lives to eat melons, Mike shuttled through the green lights like a butterfly, and from time to time he would swing his sword to block a killing curse that he could not avoid.

Such a scene looked very thrilling. If Mike made a mistake, the consequence would be death.

But Mike, who was in a dilemma, had a blank expression on his face. The absolute rationality buff brought by the brain block technique made him not have any fear or tension at all, and he could calmly find the best escape plan.

Gradually, the green lights shot at Mike became much sparser, and those white hoods finally began to be unable to withstand the mental backlash of continuously casting the killing curse and began to rest.

And Mike also seized this opportunity to fight back.

Mike's lips moved slightly, and at the same time, the magic wand inadvertently drew a series of mysterious symbols in the air while he was dodging and moving.

Then, the tip of the blackthorn wood magic wand suddenly flashed a trace of red light, and a faint, red-orange flame containing a trace of black slowly floated from the tip of the wand to the ground.

"Boom!"

The flame exploded, quickly devouring everything around it.

Soil, stones, trees, and even air, everything was its target. The red-black flame expanded in an instant, carrying countless magma to form a giant flaming python!

It was not until this moment that the white-headed hooded men discovered the true face of the flame.

"He's crazy! It's Fiendfyre!"

The leading white-headed hooded man yelled, and then without any hesitation, he swung his wand violently, accompanied by crackling explosions, and forcibly used Apparition to leave here. The white-headed hooded

men who besieged Mike with him looked at each other, and soon reacted and began to flee in different directions.

Unfortunately, their movements were obviously a little slower.

The giant flaming python, which was still growing, rushed to them at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its size, opened its mouth violently, and a large ball of Fiendfyre instantly devoured them all!

Mike walked in front of them leisurely, looking at them coldly, while the ferocious fire python quietly coiled beside Mike, like a pet.

Compared with the lifeless stones and soil, the burning speed of these white hoods was obviously much slower. After such a long time, they had not been burned out, and many people were even struggling in the flames.

This is unscientific. With the extremely high temperature of the Fiendish Flame, they should be melted instantly.

But this is very magical, because the Fiendish Flame is burning not only their bodies, but also their souls. The

Fiendish Flame is a devilish flame with the power of curse. The creatures that are infected by it will not only have their bodies burned to ashes, but even their souls will be burned to ashes. They will

be truly shattered, not to mention becoming ghosts. They can't even go through the legendary reincarnation that is still unknown whether it exists!

At the same time, the curse power in the Fiendish Flame will bring the cursed person pain comparable to the pain of drilling into the heart and wrist bones, and because the burning of the soul takes time, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

Killing them directly is too easy for them. He wants these beasts to taste the pain they have inflicted on others!

For this, he is willing to expose the secret of his mastery of black magic!

At this time, a 'fire man' whose skin was burned all over and whose face was covered in blood and could not be seen at all stretched out his hand to Mike with difficulty, and said hoarsely with his burned vocal cords:

"Save me! I am Barry Flint, the head of the Flint family! Save me! Save me quickly! As long as you save me, I will give you whatever you want!"

Mike raised his eyebrows, slowly came to Flint and squatted down, and said in a calm tone:

"But, what I want is your life."