Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 274 Blowing Feathers

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

What just happened was completely beyond his comprehension. Why could the sticks in those people's hands glow? Why did he fly away as if he was hit by a car when the red light flashed?

He had no idea what was going on and could only crawl on the ground, enduring the severe pain, trying to stay as far away from the group of weirdos in front of him as possible.

Unfortunately, the wizards, whose sanity had been taken away by alcohol, had no intention of letting him go.

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

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

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

The man chuckled, raised his wand, pointed it at the man in hunting suit and flicked it upwards.

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

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

Then the man raised his wand again.

……

The man in hunting suit was tossed around by the wizard like a sandbag. It was obvious that the wizard's control ability was not very good and he had no way of controlling the force he exerted on the man in hunting suit.

This results in the hunting suit man's body often being pulled up, but his limbs and head remain in place due to inertia.

He felt 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 man in hunting suit begged for mercy, but the wizards below were watching the wizard's demonstration with great interest, and the shrill screams even made them more excited.

Finally, a wizard nearby couldn't help it anymore. He stretched out his wand and joined in the feather blowing game.

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

"Crench!"

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

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

The wizard at the beginning cried out in regret, while the wizard named Morey smiled apologetically and said:

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

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other. Although no one spoke, the excitement on others' faces already let Morey know their answer.

"Here, put this on." Morey took out a bunch of white hoods and handed them to everyone. "Others won't be able to recognize us if we put this on, and we can have fun!"

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

It was a long time before Mike came out of the tent.

He moved very quietly, firstly because he was afraid that Penelope, who was sleeping soundly, would notice him, and secondly, he was also afraid that the drunken thugs would discover him and end their plans of causing trouble after drinking.

The man in hunting suit was lying on the ground, motionless.

The wizards thought he was dead, but in fact, he was only unable to move due to spinal and nerve injuries.

Mike walked over and looked into the eyes of the man in hunting suit.

After a while, Mike seemed to be moved by the pleading look 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.

Afterwards, he stopped looking at the man in hunting suit who was still lying on the ground. He turned around indifferently and walked towards the direction where the group of thugs disappeared.

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

Mike was furious.

He originally thought that he was cruel enough, but now it seems that he overestimated himself. After seeing what those scumbags did, he still found it difficult to suppress the anger in his heart.

He was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had no conflict of interest with them at all.

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

Because they knew that the Ministry of Magic would never punish such high-ranking figures as them.

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 as they, the Death Eaters, had done when they escaped justice after Voldemort disappeared.

In this sense, these talents are the real winners, and Voldemort is more like an employee under them.

It was they who deified Voldemort and followed him to conquer the wizarding world.

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

Even though the plan has failed and Voldemort seems to have been killed, they are still superior to the vast majority of people and enjoy the same treatment as before.

Now, they are about to go looking for their next victim so that they can have fun.

Mike had been hesitating since the man in hunting suit appeared, wondering whether he should take action to stop those people.

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

Who cares? Even if I can’t catch the little mouse today, I will teach those thugs a lesson, a lesson that the Ministry of Magic cannot teach them, a lesson that they will never forget!

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

He was seen moving through the woods like a ghost, desperately rushing in the direction where the thugs were advancing.

Yet he was late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had already become a sea of ​​fire, and wizards were fleeing in panic everywhere. There were at least 7 people living in this mid-range camping area, and there were quite a few powerful ones among them, but there was not a single person who stood up to stop the thugs!

Their weakness emboldened the White Hoods, who laughed wildly as they set tent after tent on fire, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other side, more white-headed people were continuing to play the 'feather blowing' game.

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

The little girl next to them couldn't stand such torture and lost her voice just like the man in hunting suit before.

But even so, the group of white-hooded people still had no intention of stopping. They waved their wands and continued to throw the little girl like a sandbag.

Looking at the little girl's tiny figure swaying from side to side due to inertia, Mike felt a fire burning in his heart.

"You scumbags!"

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, and rushed towards the group of white-hooded men like a hero with dazzling light.

The noise Mike made was so huge that it instantly attracted the attention of the fugitives and the man in the white hood.

"Look! Someone is trying to stop them!"

Harry, who had been keeping an eye on 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 bought to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

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

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

Harry felt like he was about to faint with excitement. One second he was still agonizing over what happened to those Muggles, and the next second Mike stepped forward!

"Is this true? This is impossible, right?"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise, and he also took out a panoramic telescope to see it with his own eyes.

But before he could point the telescope into the distance, Hermione snatched the telescope away.

After seeing the true form of the white light, Hermione's body immediately began to tremble 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, as he was sprinting at full speed towards the group of people in white hoods.

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

However, his momentum was so great that those white-hooded men had already discovered his presence.

Trying to use melee attacks against a wizard after being discovered in advance would undoubtedly be the stupidest move.

The white-headed guys who were originally playing the "feather blowing" game immediately dispersed and began to distance themselves from Mike after discovering that they were Mike's target.

Mike actually showed a smile on his face when he saw this. The reason why he chose to make such a big noise 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 the wand in his right hand 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, Mr. Weasley and others were stunned at first, then they reacted quickly 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 away, and he shouted to Mike happily:

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

Mike didn't hear Harry's emotional cry, and even if he did he wouldn't respond because the situation didn't allow him to be distracted.

Those guys in white hoods had already reacted. They were so angry that they directly attacked Mike, using the most powerful single-target attack spell: the Killing Curse!

Amid the exclamations of the onlookers who risked their lives to watch the show, 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 was impossible to avoid.

This scene looks very thrilling. If Mike makes the slightest mistake, the consequence will be death.

But Mike remained expressionless in the dilemma. The absolute rationality buff brought by the brain occlusion technique made him have no fear or tension at all, and he could calmly look for the best escape plan.

Gradually, the green lights shot towards Mike became much thinner, and the white hooded men finally began to be unable to withstand the mental backlash from continuously casting the killing curse and began to rest.

And Mike seized this opportunity to fight back.

Mike's lips were seen moving slightly, and his wand inadvertently drew mysterious symbols in the air as he dodged and moved.

Then, a flash of red light suddenly appeared at the tip of the blackthorn wand, and a faint red-orange flame with a hint of black slowly floated from the tip of the wand to the ground.

"boom!"

The ball of fire exploded, quickly engulfing everything around it.

Soil, stones, trees and even air, everything was its target. The ball of red-black flame expanded in an instant, carrying countless magma to form a giant flaming python!
It was not until this moment that the men in white hoods discovered the true appearance of the flame.

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

The leader with a white hood roared, and then without any hesitation, he swung his wand violently, and with a crackling sound, he forcibly used the Shadow Displacement technique to leave.

The white-hooded guys who were besieging Mike together with him looked at each other, and soon reacted and began to flee in different directions.

It’s a pity that their movements were obviously a little slow.

The giant fire python, which was still growing larger, rushed towards them at a speed that was inconsistent with its size. It suddenly opened its mouth and a huge ball of fire swallowed them all in an instant!
Mike walked up to them leisurely and looked 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 yet, and many people were even still struggling in the flames.

This is unscientific. With the extremely high temperature of the fierce fire, they should have been melted instantly.

But it was magical, because the Fiendfyre was burning not only their bodies, but also their souls.

The Fiery Flame is a devilish flame that carries the power of a curse. Any creature that is touched by it will have not only its flesh burned to ashes, but even its soul will be burned to ashes.

Their souls are truly scattered, let alone becoming ghosts. They can't even go through the legendary reincarnation which is not even known whether it exists or not!

At the same time, the curse power within the fierce fire will bring the victim pain comparable to drilling into the heart and wrist bones, and because it takes time for the soul to burn, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

Killing them directly would be too easy for them. He wanted these beasts to taste the pain they had inflicted on others!
For this, he would not hesitate to expose the secret that he has mastered the 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'm Barry Flint, the head of the Flint family! Save me! Save me quickly! As long as you save me, I'll 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."

(End of this chapter)