Chapter 274 Blowing Feathers

The man in hunting clothes struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the group of strangely dressed men in front of him with his mouth wide open.

What just happened was completely beyond his cognitive scope. Why did the small wooden sticks in those people's hands glow? Why did the red light flash and he was thrown away as if he had been hit by a car?

He couldn't understand these questions at all, so he could only endure the severe pain and crawl on the ground, trying to stay away from the group of weirdos in front of him as much as possible.

Unfortunately, the wizards who had lost their minds due to alcohol did not intend to let him go.

They looked at the man crawling on the ground like a dog with a ferocious smile, slowly following him step by step like a cat teasing a mouse, but deliberately slowing down to avoid catching 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 to keep it from falling."

The others looked at him in confusion, wondering why he said this at this moment.

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

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

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

Then the man raised his wand again.

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The man in hunting attire was tossed around by the wizard like a sandbag. It could be seen that the wizard's control ability was not good and he could not control the force he exerted on the man in hunting attire.

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

He felt like his neck was about to break, his eyes were bleeding rapidly, and the unimaginable pain made him scream loudly.

"Ah! Spare me! Please, please spare me!"

The man in the hunting suit begged for mercy, but the wizards below were all watching the wizard's demonstration with relish, 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 worse than that of the wizard at the beginning, and that huge force was actually exerted on the head of the hunting suit man.

"Crunch!"

A crisp sound came, and the screams suddenly stopped. The man in hunting clothes stretched his neck and opened his eyes wide, as if he was accusing something.

"Oh! Morey! What did you do quietly? There's no time to play now."

The wizard at the beginning shouted 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 this statement came out, everyone looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, the excitement on other people's faces already let Morey know their answer.

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

Everyone put on their hoods without hesitation, shouted, and left laughing wildly.

After a long time, Mike got out of the tent.

He moved very lightly, firstly because he was afraid of being discovered by the sleeping Penello, and secondly because he was afraid that the drunken thugs would find him and thus terminate their plan to cause trouble while drunk.

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

The wizards thought he was dead, but in fact, he just suffered spinal and nerve injuries that left him unable to move.

Mike walked over and looked at the man in hunting clothes.

After a while, Mike seemed to be moved by the prayer in the man's eyes. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his bag and poured it into the man's mouth.

Then, he stopped looking at the man in hunting clothes still lying on the ground, turned around indifferently, and walked towards the direction where the thugs disappeared.

But his fists were clenched tightly without knowing when.

Mike was furious.

He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now it seems that he still overestimated himself. After really seeing what those scum did, he still couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.

That was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had absolutely no interest entanglements with them.

But they still killed him, and they still killed him in a playful manner!

Because they know that the Ministry of Magic will not punish high-ranking figures like them at all.

And even if there are ironheads in the Ministry of Magic who want to touch them, they can find various excuses to escape punishment.

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

In this sense, they are the real biggest winners, and Voldemort is more like their wage earner.

They were the ones who elevated Voldemort to the altar and followed him to conquer the wizarding world.

If it succeeds, their power becomes even greater.

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

Now, they're off to find their next victim so they can have some fun.

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

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

No matter what, even if I can't catch that little mouse today, I still have to teach those thugs a lesson, an unforgettable lesson that the Ministry of Magic can't give!

Mike's pace became faster and faster, and unknowingly he had used the Wind Speed ​​Curse!

He was seen walking through the woods like a phantom, desperately rushing towards the direction of the thugs.

However, he came late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had already become a sea of ​​fire, and there were wizards fleeing in panic everywhere. There were at least 70,000 people living in this mid-range camping area, and there were also a lot of powerful people among them, but standing there No one came out to stop those thugs!

Their weakness fueled the arrogance of the White Hoods. They laughed maniacally and set tents on fire one after another, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other side, more white-hooded people continued to play the game of 'blowing feathers'.

It should be a family of three. It can be seen that the white-hooded people are very careful this time. The two adults, a man and a woman, are still screaming.

The little girl beside them couldn't bear the torture and lost her voice just like the man in hunting clothes before.

But even so, the group of white-hooded people still had no intention of stopping.

They waved their wands and still tossed the little girl like a sandbag.

Looking at the little girl's little figure swaying here and there under the inertia, Mike felt a fire burning in his heart.

"You scumbags!"

Mike roared angrily, 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, carrying a dazzling light and rushing towards the group of white-hooded people like a hero.

The momentum created by Mike was so huge that it instantly attracted the attention of the fugitives and the white-hooded men.

"Look! Someone is going to stop them!"

Harry, who had been paying attention to the white hoods, was the first to discover 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 magic-blessed lens of the telescope, Harry finally saw clearly who the hero was bathed in white light.

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

Harry felt like he was about to pass out with excitement. One second he was still suffering from the experiences of those Muggles, and the next second Mike stepped forward!

"Really or not? This is impossible, right?"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise, and he took out the panoramic telescope to see for himself.

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

After seeing the true form of the white light clearly, Hermione's body immediately began to tremble slightly, while she was still screaming:

"Don't go! Mike! Those are a group of dark wizards!"

Naturally, Mike couldn't hear Hermione's screams. At this moment, he was sprinting towards the group of white hooded people at full speed.

His speed is very fast, and he has activated the wind speed curse to the extreme. Under the naked eyes of onlookers, the white light emitted by the holy sword has even been dragged out by Mike into a long strip of light!

However, his momentum was too great, and those white-hooded people had already discovered his existence.

It is undoubtedly the stupidest move to use melee attacks against wizards if they are discovered in advance.

I saw that the white-hooded people who were still playing the "feather blowing" game immediately showed their magic and dispersed after discovering that Mike was targeting them, and began to distance themselves from Mike.

When Mike saw this, a smile appeared on his face. The reason why he chose to make such a big noise instead of sneak attack was to ensure the safety of the three Muggles.

But now, their goal has been achieved.

He rotated slightly to remove the inertia of his sprint, and at the same time flicked his wand in his right hand, and the three Muggles still in mid-air were thrown in the direction of Harry and the others.

"Take them away quickly!"

Hearing Mike's shout, Harry, Mr. Weasley and others were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and used the levitation spell to catch the three Muggles steadily.

Harry eagerly put his hand in front of the little girl's nose, and then the worried look on his face immediately faded, and he shouted to Mike happily:

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

Mike didn't hear Harry's emotional scream, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't respond, because the situation at this time no longer allowed him to be distracted.

Those white-hooded men had already reacted, and they became so angry that they directly attacked Mike, using the most powerful single-target attack spell: the Death Curse!

Amidst the exclamations of those onlookers who risked their lives to eat melons, Mike shuttled through green lights one after another like a butterfly through flowers, and from time to time he would wave his sword to block a life-killing curse that was really impossible to avoid.

This scene looks very thrilling. If Mike makes a slight mistake, the consequences will be death.

But Mike, who was in trouble, was expressionless. The absolute rationality buff brought by Occlumency made him have no fear and tension at all, and he could calmly find the best escape plan.

Gradually, the green light directed towards Mike became much less visible, and those in white hoods finally began to be unable to withstand the mental backlash of continuously casting the Death Curse, and began to rest.

Mike also seized this opportunity and started to fight back.

I saw Mike's lips moving slightly, and at the same time, the wand inadvertently drew mysterious symbols in mid-air as he flickered around.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the blackthorn wand suddenly flashed with red light, and a weak, red-orange flame containing traces of black slowly fell from the tip of the wand to the ground.

"boom!"

The flame exploded and quickly devoured everything around it.

Soil, stones, trees and even air, everything is the target of its devouring. The red-black flame expanded in an instant, carrying countless magma to form a giant flame python!

It was only at this moment that those people with white hoods discovered the true face of the flame.

"He's crazy! It's Li Huo!"

The leader with the white hood roared loudly, and then without any hesitation, he flicked his wand violently, and with a crackling explosion, he forcibly used Apparition to leave the place.

The white-hooded people surrounding Mike who were besieging Mike looked at each other in shock, and quickly reacted and began to disperse and flee.

Unfortunately, their movements were obviously a little slower.

The giant flame python, which was still growing in size, rushed towards them at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with its size. Its mouth suddenly opened, and a large ball of fierce fire swallowed them all instantly!

Mike came to them leisurely and looked at them coldly, while the ferocious flame python was quietly entrenched beside Mike, like a pet.

Compared with those lifeless stones and soil, the burning speed of these white hoods is obviously much slower. After such a long time, they have not been burned out, and many of them are even still struggling in the flames.

This is very unscientific. With the extremely high temperature of the fire, they should be melted instantly.

But this is very magical, because the fire is burning not only their bodies, but also their souls.

Lihuo is a demonic flame with cursed power. Not only will the body of a creature contaminated by it be burned to death, but even the soul will be burned to pieces.

The real souls are gone, let alone become ghosts. They can't even undergo the legendary reincarnation that we don't know whether it exists or not!

At the same time, the power of the curse in the Lihuo will bring pain comparable to the heart of the cursed person's wrist, and because the soul takes time to burn, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

It was too cheap to kill them directly. He wanted these beasts to taste the pain they had inflicted on others!

For this reason, even if the secret of his mastery of black magic is exposed, he will not hesitate!

At this time, a ‘Burning Man’ whose skin had been burned off and whose face was so bloody that he couldn’t even see his face stretched out his hand to Mike with difficulty, and said hoarsely with a burnt voice:

"Save me! I am Barry Flint, the head of the Flint family! Save me! Save me quickly! As long as you save me, I will give you whatever you want!"

Mike raised his eyebrows, slowly came to Flint and knelt down, and said in a calm tone:

"But, what I want is your life."