days at Hogwarts

Chapter 432 The snake shadow reappears (page 12)

Flames, blazing flames were everywhere as far as the eye could see. The night wind stirred up air waves, and the flames rolled and rolled out. The tongues of flames licked up the other tent and spread quickly.

After the outer tarpaulin burned out, the furniture contained inside spread out, and the flames ignited the next tent. The tents densely packed in the camp turned into excellent firewood.

Thousands of ash swirled up on the campground, and the hot wind roared away the mist brewing in the swamps and forests. The originally cold night was now making people sweat, and tiny sparks floated in the air and flickered down like fireflies, completely After burning out, the pole fell to the ground and turned into charred carbon stone.

At the end of the camp, on the road ahead where the flames spread, at the door of the ordinary waterproof canvas tent, a group of wizards looked at the spreading fire and were stunned for a moment.

A tall, thin, somewhat balding middle-aged man protected the youngest daughter in his arms, followed by his short and fat wife and a group of young wizards, and next to him were several other wizards from adjacent tents.

Without anyone reminding them, their dominant hands were already on their wands, and their most familiar spells were brewing on their lips.

The fire that almost ignited the earth brightened the field of vision, and Loren and others were able to see the situation clearly.

People escaping from the fire were running toward the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them from some campground.

This is very wrong... Wizards are not afraid of ordinary flames at all. Under the protection of the Fire Condensation Curse, ordinary flames cannot cause harm to the wizard, and will even give him a numbing sensation. Since the feat of the weird Wendelin being burned 47 times has been recorded in history, Few wizards are burned to death anymore.

Loud jeers, wanton laughter, and drunken shouts were mixed in the flames and moved towards them. They also saw what the wizards were afraid of and avoided.

Dozens of slender and beautiful figures came over before the flames. The Veelas walked forward, their long hair flowing, and their whole bodies exuded a soft silver light. This silver light was far stronger than the opening performance of Quidditch. A strange, charming and intoxicating magic ripples in the soft silver light.

Just behind these Veela, a group of wizards wearing hoods and masks were huddled tightly together, like faceless monsters. Those grinning and shouting came from under these masks, and each of them had a hand in his hand. Pointing his wand upward, he moved forward slowly but without stopping.

Invisible magic threads extended from their wands, and four struggling figures floated in the air, twisting their limbs like weird dolls and posing in various weird shapes.

At the end of the parade, the scaly wings flapped vigorously, setting off waves of fire. Dozens of ferocious-looking harpies soared in the mid-air, their beautiful faces roaring with piercing screams, and fireballs flew across them. It condensed on its sharp claws and was thrown out, scattering like cannonballs. The orange-yellow flames continued to move forward under the guidance of the harpy named Poppy.

Silver light and fire light came closer. Not far away from Loren and others, a wizard in the tent next door suddenly had a fanatical expression on his face. He screamed: "They are mine! I earn a hundred bags a year." Gold coins! I work in the Dangerous Animals Disposal Committee, specializing in killing fire dragons!"

"You wash dishes at the Leaky Cauldron!"

Another wizard jumped out and retorted, his expression equally fanatical: "They are mine! I specialize in hunting vampires, and I have killed more than ninety of them!"

"I'm going to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever!"

The three wizards fought against each other and rushed towards the Veela. Loren saw the Veela coming towards them from a distance and only smiled faintly. Three more wizards were added to the parade.

Arthur's pupils shrank suddenly and he screamed: "Those ghosts have controlled them! We have to get out of here, hurry up!"

Molly immediately pulled Ginny and ran back in a panic. Arthur turned around and pushed Loren and others roughly, but no one paid attention. The group of people hurriedly followed the crowd and fled into the forest.

Harry, who was running, glanced around and whispered: "The last person just now was the conductor of the Knight Bus. I have seen him."

"Don't worry about who he is, Harry..." Arthur ran at the end to ensure that no child was left behind. "There are many Death Eaters among those wizards. I don't know whether the Veela controlled them or they controlled the Veela! They We've gotten into big trouble!"

"It's Mr. Roberts." Hermione's slightly trembling voice reached everyone's ears.

Arthur yelled: "What!?"

Loren looked back and saw more wizards joining the advancing team, laughing loudly and playing with the four bodies floating in the air with their wands. One of them was Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the other three were a middle-aged lady and two A child.

"It's the Roberts family!" Loren's voice was cold, "His wife and his two children."

"Damn! It's so outrageous..." Arthur's face turned ugly. Seeing the fleeing crowd getting more and more chaotic, he rolled up his sleeves, "Percy, we have to help the ministry maintain order! Molly, you take the children with you. Let's go into the woods and don't disperse. I'll come find you after the matter is resolved..."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of the children." Molly replied sternly.

Percy and Arthur slowed down, turned around and ran towards the parade. Bill and Charlie looked at each other and hurried after them.

Not only them, more and more wizards rushed to the scene of the accident from all directions, most of them were staff of the Ministry of Magic.

……

Woo!

The cold sea breeze howled endlessly, and in the middle of the night at the end of August, the waters of the North Sea rolled up waves that looked like mountain peaks.

Before the fifteenth century, any ship approaching here would be lost in the endless waves. Even the most experienced captain and first mate could not discern the direction. The sailors could only wait for death in despair as water and food gradually ran out.

When they pray to the gods, the beautiful souls will attract soul-devouring monsters on the island...

This is Azkaban.

In the sparsely decorated office outside the prison, the guard wizard who was writing a duty report suddenly shuddered coldly, and the ink on his quill pen left an ink dot on the yellowish parchment.

"Are there any Dementors around again..." the little guard whispered.

During the special period when the Quidditch World Cup is being held, many wizards in the ministry have gone on vacation to watch the game, and the remaining staff are sent to the gymnasium first... I have just been notified that a big mess has occurred in the gymnasium, and several experienced veterans have After the transfer, there were only him and the wizards on duty at the other three corners of the island in the huge Azkaban, which always felt a little deserted.

But don't worry too much, they are not the main fighting force guarding Azkaban, the dementors are.

The young guard stood up and put on his uniform, ready to go around for a patrol. The next second he opened the office door, the young guard's heart suddenly lifted, and a hard object pressed against his lower back.

A slightly familiar voice said from behind: "Don't be nervous, don't shake..."

Cold sweat broke out from behind the little guard, and he responded in fear: "Deputy, deputy director?"

The person behind him chuckled: "I didn't expect you to still remember me. This is really nice."

The little guard trembled even more: "Deputy Director... no, please..."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't do stupid things, we will be fine... By the way, happy wedding, the Avery daughter is so beautiful, you don't want her to be sad."