Draco?? Malfoy and Ron?? Professor Fleevy judged this slightly messy duel between the Weasleys to be Draco?? Malfoy won. The Weasley twins rushed up and took turns to compete, but even if they were higher than Draco?? Malfoy was in the same grade, but they still weren't Draco?? Malfoy's opponents only lasted a little longer than Draco before falling to the ground.
Not only Draco?? Malfoy and the other exchange students could easily defeat the same level of Wizards in the Hogwarts. Harry, the leader?? When Potter faced off against Zabini, he had been knocked unconscious by the Stun Curse that had been cast at an even faster speed.
Seeing their resentful looks, Allen used another group battle to give them another chance. He copied Demstrand's combat training style, and let the students participate in a competition that was no longer bound by the cumbersome etiquette. He also used transfiguration spells to create many bunkers and obstacles on the field. Many of the young Wizards who originally didn't want to participate were now interested.
Even though only a few of the students from Allen's training class and the exchange students had participated in this competition, they had defeated all of the dozen or so young adepts who had come to challenge them. It wasn't because of how strong their magic was, or how good their magic was, but because they had undergone actual combat training and were better at using bunkers. The division of work and the purpose of casting spells were clear, and the choice of spells formed a combination of skills. Of course, their coordination was better.
The young Wizards in the lead had not received any training in this area. Although they had more people and had practiced spell casting this semester, they didn't cooperate with each other at all. The situation was actually worse than the previous one-on-one, and it became a one-sided situation.
The stands of the Hogwarts were silent, even the Ravenclaw who were not members of the training class who had unreservedly supported Allen. Originally, they supported Allen largely because they trusted Allen as a person. Now that the gap between the two sides was clearly displayed in front of everyone's eyes, there was no doubt about the necessity of the ancient magic class. The idea of "I have to go when the ancient magic class officially starts next semester" took root in the minds of the young Wizards.
The previous opponents pursed their lips and watched all this from the stands. Even if they still had different opinions about the teaching of black magic, at least they had no reason to object to Allen's teaching of combat skills. The cruel truth was in front of them. No matter the reason for the education of the Hogwarts, or whose responsibility it was, there was indeed a problem.
That night, in a narrow alley behind a Muggle post office, a few figures suddenly appeared in this relatively remote place. They were all wearing black robes. They were Death Eaters.
At this time, a drunkard with brown hair in the distance apparently noticed the movement here. He held an empty bottle and staggered towards them, but before he had a chance to speak, a green light flashed, and the drunkard stiffly fell to the ground.
"Filthy Muggle drunkard." Bellatrix?? Lestrange licked the corner of his lips.
"Well done, my dear," said Rodolphus, imitating her gesture, licking his lips and smiling ingratiatingly at her.
As for Bellatrix?? Lestrange's response was to turn her wand into a whip and hit Rodolphus. As a result, Rodolphus smiled and skillfully dodged the whip. Bellatrix did not continue to pay attention to her husband. Instead, she continued to move forward and then came to a courtyard at the end of the alley. After several people spread out, they began to cast a spell together towards the house. After a short period of time, Bellatrix used the spell to open the closed courtyard door.
In the room, the silent man of the Mysterious Affairs Department, Broderick, who had a pale complexion, was lying on his bed. He was still frowning in his sleep. Yesterday, he was discharged early because of the new treatment that St. Mungo Hospital received from the Umbrella Corporation. Until now, he still did not know why he went to the prophecy hall in the department and tried to touch the prophecy balls. This caused him to fall into the spell trap that protected the prophecy balls. For a long time, he thought that he was a teapot.
Suddenly, he heard the magic alarm of the courtyard door being opened by the spell. Broderick, who was lying on the bed, was awakened. He sat up from the bed and rushed to the window. He rubbed his eyes and adjusted to the dim light. He saw a few shadows breaking into the courtyard.
He narrowed his eyes and stared hard at the shadows, trying to see them carefully. When he saw the person's appearance, he sucked in a breath of cold air. A trace of coldness swept across his body. He only felt that his legs were weak, and his knees seemed to be unable to bend. He had to leave this place quickly, the sooner the better.
"They have set up an Anti-Phantom Transference Array!" Broderick exclaimed after his Phantom Transference Array failed to escape. Then, he thought of looking for a place to hide in the room.
But it was too late. With a bang, the door to his house was violently kicked open. Broderick tried to attack the other party with a magic spell, but as soon as he raised the magic spell in his hand, the other party's magic spell knocked his wand away. At the same time, he was tied up tightly by a long black whip.
Then, Broderick found that the other party had no intention of talking to him at all. He could only watch helplessly as Rudolphus Leicester cast the spell. Lestrange grinned as he cast the spell 'Blazing Flames'. The crackling sounds of explosions and the dazzling orange flames instantly occupied his senses.
Broderick's eyes widened in horror as he watched the fire surround him. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the whip, but the whip did not budge. Realizing that death was inevitable, he finally gave up struggling. He watched numbly as the flames danced across his cupboard, and the burning wallpaper curled and melted.
"Why?" Broderick asked his last question to the Death Eaters who were about to leave. What he got in return was only the crazy woman's crazed laughter. Rudolphus, on the other hand, looked at Lucius. Malfoy mocked, "This idiot didn't even realize that it was you who cast the Soul Seizing Spell on him. Lucius, you're too cowardly."
Broderick, who finally figured out the sequence of events, watched the other party leave the room. The corridor leading to the door also began to burn under the other party's wand. He saw the flames jump from one shelf to another. Even the mirror was burning. Broderick saw his own image reflected in the mirror. It was dark, and behind it were countless jumping flames.
The fire spread quickly and filled the whole room. Broderick was choked by the stinky smoke. When the fire snake finally escaped from the soles of his feet, Broderick's wailing instantly sounded and gradually weakened until there was no sound.
Bellatrix?? Lestrange and the others stayed outside the house to confirm his death. Looking at the fire, Rodolphus, who was laughing and twirling his wand, seemed to feel that it was not enough. He pointed his wand at the house next door that belonged to the Muggle and continued to use spells to set fire everywhere. He roared, "Burn them!"
"Rodolphus, stop! I don't want you to use fire because I don't want things to get out of hand, but that doesn't mean you can use fire at will! "Lucius?? Malfoy panicked and tried to pull Rodolphus' arm that was casting the spell, but he was stopped by Bellatrix. "Lucius, why are you so nervous about a group of Muggle? Coward, Foggy might even publish in the newspaper that it was this group of Muggle that killed Bod. Let him burn them! "
。 The Apex
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