Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

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

Of course, every time it is stacked, the difficulty of continuing to stack will rise 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 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.

However, how many guys who really want to use it for certain purposes will care about breaking the law?

Right now, some of the Death Eaters who had escaped from the Ministry were hiding in the suitcase that had been subjected to 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 were sitting around the long table in the hall, and their faces didn't look good.

In fact, this was not all the members who had 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 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 failed to completely get rid of those damn bastards.

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

The companions who were sent out to inquire about the situation have not come back at this moment.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer," the first to speak was a dark-skinned Death Eater whose expression looked a little distorted. Luo found it."

Voldemort is no longer here, and the tall Yaxley seems to be the leader of their group.He still looks calm-at least a bit more calm than the others here, but a slight irritation 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."

"When is the time then?" Dolohov is obviously the kind of irritable temperament, and in this situation, his depressed mood almost makes him uncontrollable.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Screw their heads off!"

Next to 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 Dolokhov is often very irritable, at least he still has a brain.

"Dolohov, you can bear it again-Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed cap on her head and whispered softly. Said, "I think Morseber's ability should not be easily caught by the Auror. What he is best at is to muddy the water, right?"

"Humph."

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

"He'd better come back quickly, otherwise, we have to 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 now appear elsewhere, 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 doesn't come back 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 he arrives, 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.

Maybe the final plan would cause everyone here to be captured back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into the Azkaban that had strengthened the defense several times, but these desperadoes would not hesitate at all.

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

Each of them firmly believed that their Dark Lord Lord would be swept by 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 fanaticism.

...

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 Muggle to cause riots with the Imperius Curse, but was trying hard to hold his head in the messy shantytown.

Speaking of it, he did control nearly ten Muggle men and women smoothly at the beginning, and 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.

It's a pity that his plan was just the beginning, and Maca felt the magic wave of the Imperius Curse.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 achieved."

This was Maca's original words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agreed.So, as they chased forward, Maca walked around alone from the side, silently staring at the sneaky guy.

However, that wretched Death Eater was 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 stepped on the magic book, and followed not far from Murseber's side.He could be sure that the hiding place of those Death Eaters would definitely not be too far away from the place just now, and now, this guy has been chased by Sirius and the others for some distance.

"Forget it."

Since he couldn't find the target in the most convenient way, he didn'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 limiting his ability to move.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Mursiber's limbs gathered 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, but after he hit it, 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 Morsebe 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 this group of desperadoes this time. When he discovered that a wave of restless magical power was suddenly agitated, it was too late to stop it.

"boom!"

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

This time the explosion came and went fast, and the power could not be described as powerful. As far as Maca estimated, even a slightly stronger iron armor curse would be 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.