Everyone in the camp was attracted by the sound. Some smart masked people had already begun to retreat quietly.
However, when they wanted to use Phantom Shift to leave, they were surprised to find that Phantom Shift had been banned in this area.
The sound came very quickly, and the sound of neat leather boots stepping on the ground was particularly imposing.
"Everyone, put down your wands, put your hands on your head and kneel down." A very young and loud voice resounded in the camp.
All of the ordinary Magi immediately did as they were told, while the Magi in black cloaks and masks held their magic wands in their hands. They faced the group of young people who were wearing the same uniform, and their gazes were uncertain.
"You …" A masked adept, who seemed to be the leader of the group, was knocked to the ground by a spell the moment he spoke.
The Aura quickly moved forward and subdued all the wizards who resisted.
The young Aura's division of labor was very clear. Some of them were responsible for using the Iron Armor Spell to block the spells that were shot at them.
Behind them, a few young Auror were casting some disruptive spells from afar, causing the rebels to be flustered.
There were even two Auror hiding in the trees behind them, casting curses from afar to knock down some of the thugs who were trying to resist.
A young female Aura with red hair and a pig's nose, after calculating the range, excitedly threw the strengthened version of the dung egg in her hand towards the rebels who were gathered together.
"Oh, Tonks, you'll be in charge of escorting those rebels!" A young male voice rang out beside her. It was Albert.
"No problem." The Tonks who were on a whim took back the strengthened version of the dung egg and began to cast spells to prevent the rebels who were gathered together from having time to clean up the filth on their bodies.
A small number of Aura cast Phantom Shift on themselves and subdued the rebels one by one.
These young Aura were straightforward and merciless. Wherever they went, the rebels did not have the slightest ability to fight back.
"There are civilians." Albert's cold voice sounded. He left four young Aura here to help the injured Muggle and wizards.
Unlike the decisive and merciless battle just now, the four young men had taken off their ferocious masks and revealed sunny smiles on their enviable faces.
They were very gentle and patient with the civilians, helping them to heal their wounds, and using the communication badge to help some wizards find their lost relatives.
They looked like brothers and sisters next door, making people feel close to them. The reporters mixed in with the crowd recorded these scenes one by one.
"Albert, why don't you let me stay? I'm very good at healing spells. "A burly male Aura with a beard asked Albert.
Abbott looked at him and replied without any hesitation, "We can't allow Your Excellency's glory to put more pressure on the wounded soldiers."
Hearing this, the Aura couldn't help but laugh, and the Aura who asked the question also couldn't help but laugh.
Compared to these young Aura who were agile, well-trained, and well-equipped, the veteran Aura faced a completely different situation.
The chaos came unexpectedly. These veteran Aura didn't receive any relevant information, and they didn't have a unified communication device. They were scattered all over the place and didn't understand the situation at all.
Relying on their experience, some Aura rushed to the place where the Ministry of Magic officials were.
Some Aura took the initiative to take the responsibility of maintaining order.
Only when the green skeleton rose into the air did they wake up from their dream. They took out their wands and joined the battle.
Adhering to the principle of minimizing the use of powerful curses, the Auros were somewhat restrained.
For these veteran Aura, they usually mainly fought individually and in small groups, and they didn't have the same training as the Aura under Albert. Suddenly facing a group battle, they were extremely uncomfortable.
Under such circumstances, many veteran Aura were injured. There were also some Aura who either didn't find an opponent at all, or were played around by the Death Eaters who were used to attract their attention.
Kingsley, who was also a veteran Aura, was strong, and he defeated his opponent with his own strength.
But soon, two wizards wearing the same mask surrounded him. The other side had reinforcements.
The opponent he had just subdued was rescued by the other party, and quickly recovered his combat power. After regaining his wand, the three of them suppressed Kingsley, adding a lot of scars to his body.
As for the wizards that Kingsley had been protecting behind him, due to the random shooting of magical spells, the arm of one of the older witches had been bent into a strange shape.
After Allen settled the matter with Malfoy, he immediately thought of Penello, who was also in his prophetic dream.
He used the Imprint of Omniscience on his body and instantly moved to Penello's side.
The scene in front of Allen was very tragic. Some wizards in black robes fell to the ground and rolled desperately, trying to put out the fire on their bodies.
A wizard reluctantly lifted his clothes, which were full of burn marks, large patches of blisters, and some of his skin was charred black.
There was also a middle-aged wizard screaming in pain. His arm had turned into white bones, leaving only a little bit of flesh connected to his shoulder.
The most terrifying was a witch, her eyeballs fell out of their sockets and onto her cheeks.
A thug, who was already crawling on the ground in a surrendering posture, quietly reached for the wand in front of him. Penello sharply looked at him and instantly kicked the back of his head. The thug's body spasmed, and he couldn't help but tremble.
When Allen moved to Penello's side, he happened to see her clean kick.
"Don't look at me like that. I controlled my strength, he won't die." Penello widened her eyes, looking innocent.
Behind Penello, an extremely old woman with white hair and loose teeth gave Penello a thumbs up.
Under Penello's attack, no thug dared to provoke them.
"Thank you, Miss. In you, I see the elegance of those Aura girls when I was a little girl. "The old woman praised sincerely.
However, not all of the people being protected were as magnanimous as the old woman. Many of them couldn't help but tremble when they saw Penello's ruthless methods.
After confirming that there was no one who could continue to resist, Penello collected all of their wands and handed them to her teammates for record.
She smiled gently and healed the injured Muggle.
Allen saw that the clothes on these Muggle were tattered beyond recognition, and their bodies were stained with blood. Not only that, their eyes were lifeless, and they looked foolish. It was obvious that they had been tortured by the Heart-Drilling Curse.
"Allen, our team needs to support Kingsley." Penello raised her chin.
When she was fighting, she saw a few thugs abandon her and go straight for Kingsley.
Allen nodded and followed her gaze. Kingsley was in a difficult position under the siege of three thugs.
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