Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 532: The explosion of deja vu

The genius remembers the site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! No trace stretching curse, is an advanced curse that can be regarded as a closed space to expand, and according to The proficiency and the depth of understanding of the caster, this spell can be repeated and stacked, and its effectiveness is extraordinary.

Of course, every time you stack one more time, the difficulty of continuing to stack will increase sharply. Therefore, although this curse theoretically has no upper limit of superposition, manpower is sometimes poor after all, and no one has ever ascertained whether this curse has a so-called limit.

By the way, because this magic spell is likely to be used by those who want to do something bad, the International Wizarding Federation has set up a series of clear laws from the beginning, and individuals are forbidden to use it at will.

It’s just that, for those who really want to use it for certain purposes, how many of them care about breaking the law?

At the moment, some of the Death Eaters who escaped from the Ministry are hiding in the suitcase that has been cursed with the Unmarking Stretching Curse, trying to escape the Auror's aggressive pursuit.

This suitcase was originally cursed by Voldemort himself, and the space inside was astonishingly large, almost comparable to a small Muggle manor. Not only did it divide more than a dozen separate rooms with magic, it even designed a large living room and a vestibule garden. If someone wakes up directly from it, I’m afraid they will really think that they have been taken to the private house of a big man. .

At this moment, five or six Death Eaters are sitting around the long table in the hall, and their faces don't look good.

Actually, these were not all the members who escaped from the Ministry of Magic. After leaving the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, most of them were scattered. In order to maximize the secret mission left by their master, these Death Eaters who are most loyal and fanatical to Voldemort have already put aside their lives and deaths, and ran to attract the attention of the outside world in order to cover the people here.

It's just that the group of Aurors may not be satisfactory in terms of combat, but they have a lot of tool assistance in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they still haven't been able to completely get rid of those **** bastards.

From last night to now, the Auror has dispatched four teams to search for this place, and the number will continue to rise. I had known that when I was discovered last night, a few more people would go out to cover, and I wouldn't be completely immobile in a suitcase like it is now.

The comrades who were sent out to investigate the situation have not come back at this moment, maybe it's too bad.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer," the first to speak was a dark-skinned Death Eater, his expression looked a little distorted, "Wait, we will sooner or later Found by those Aurors."

Now that Voldemort is gone, the tall Yaxley seems to be the leader of their group. He still looks calm-at least a little more calm than the others here, but a little irritability still lingers in his heart, making him unable to think about things as well as usual.

"I know what you are thinking, Dolohov..." Yaxley frowned. "But not now, it's not the time yet."

"When is the time then?" Dolohov is obviously the kind of irritable temperament, and under these circumstances, his suffocation almost makes him uncontrollable.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Twist their heads off!"

Following Dolohov was the big-waisted fellow Gore and Crabbe. Like their respective sons, they both followed Lucius Malfoy at first.

However, not only do they have a sturdy figure that ordinary wizards don't have, but their heads are also full of useless muscles. For Lucius, they don't have the so-called loyalty, and they have long been incorporated by Voldemort.

"You two shut up." Yaxley didn't even look at them.

Although Dolohov is often very irritable, at least he still has a brain. It's like these two guys. There is only one body that does not have the slightest strength for the wizard. That is, "the brains are only the size of giant monsters" will allow them to stand here with other people-at least they are usually very obedient, aren't they?

"Dolohov, bear with me—Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the spire on her head Hat, whispered, "I think Morseber's ability should not be easily caught by the Auror. What he is best at is muddying the water, isn't it?"

"Huh."

Dolohov touched the stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently, but did not refute it. Obviously, he was also more convinced of Morseber's abilities, which was the best at Imperius among them.

"He had better come back quickly, otherwise, we must be trapped in this suitcase." He added impatiently.

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he actually understood that Dolohov's words were not wrong.

Under the current circumstances, they can no longer escape. Not to mention that the previous continuous apparition has made them exhausted, even if they appear elsewhere now, they will be quickly found by the Auror's detection tools.

In such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find another place as suitable for hiding as it is now.

"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "If Morsebe does not return within the next twenty minutes..."

He paused, then turned his head and glanced at the innermost room in the living room.

"...If he doesn't come back when the time comes, we will implement the final plan."

What is the final plan? No one would ask this question, because even as stupid as Gore and Crabbe, they had long firmly remembered what they should do under the weight of Voldemort.

Perhaps the final plan will allow everyone here to be captured back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into the Azkaban that has strengthened the defense several times, but this group of desperadoes will not be at all. Of hesitation.

This is all for their sole master, the great king of dark wizards-Voldemort.

Every one of them firmly believes that their Dark Lord will swept in again. What they have to do is to complete the task left to them by the master and wait for the return of the master with peace of mind.

When Yaxley mentioned this "final plan", all the Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door deep in the living room. And in their eyes, there is only that endless enthusiasm.

……

On the other hand, as the hope in the hearts of those Death Eaters, Morseber is working tirelessly. It's just that he wasn't trying to control the Muggles to cause riots with the Imperius Curse, but he was trying hard to hug his head in the messy shantytown.

Speaking of, he did control nearly ten Muggle men and women smoothly at the beginning, and he is still trying to double this number several times. In his plan, he wanted to control these Muggles to deliberately run into the streets, so as to make the Aurors mistakenly believe that there was a Muggle expulsion curse in a certain street.

It would be great if those Aurors could be fooled, but if they were not fooled, it would also delay a lot of time. If they can create enough space, they may be able to find a gap and evacuate here.

Unfortunately, his plan was just the beginning, and Maca felt the magical fluctuations of the Imperius Curse. And then, Maca asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after another.

"There is no need to really catch him, as long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, our goal will be half done."

These are the original words of Maca, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agree. So, as they chased forward, Maca walked around alone from the side and silently stared at the sneaky guy.

However, that wretched Death Eater is obviously not a fool. He was cautious enough, and did not immediately run to the shed where the suitcase was placed, but chose a completely different direction.

Maca's Pedal Magic Book~IndoMTL.com~ followed not far from Murseber's side. He can be sure that the hiding place of those Death Eaters will never be too far away from the place just now, and now, this guy has been chased by Sirius and they have been running for some distance.

"Forget it."

Since he can't find the target in the most convenient way, he doesn't want to follow people in circles anymore. But seeing him suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, a whole body restraint curse immediately fell silently on that Morsebe's back, firmly restricting his ability to move.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Mursiber gathered his limbs together, fell to the ground like a statue, and slammed into a certain roof shelf in front of him with inertia.

The shabby shack here was not strong. After he hit it like this, it collapsed in half.

Maca's movements didn't stop at the slightest. The spell was cast just a moment before, and the place where Murseber fell was already in the next moment. Although the guy was more than half pressed under the plank, and the dust was rising all over the sky, it was easy to find him.

It's just that Maca somewhat underestimated the determination of these desperadoes this time. When he found a wave of restless magical power suddenly stirred up, it was too late to stop it.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion sounded violently under the collapsed scaffolding, followed by a heat wave and the monstrous flame that obscured the view.

This time the explosion came and went fast, and it was not as powerful as possible. According to Maca's estimation, even a slightly stronger iron armor curse was enough to make people safe and sound. But its range seems to be quite wide. If it really spreads its destructive power, it can almost spread to a whole area of ​​shanty towns nearby.

In order to prevent the Muggles from suffering here, Maca had to choose to control the explosion within a limited range first.