Explosions and flames spread outwards from the very center of the camp, and heart-wrenching screams could be heard everywhere.
Sirius Black and his friends arrived immediately, and as far as the eye could see, there were people struggling tenaciously everywhere.
The fiery flames of the Fiendfyre ignited countless tents, and the most piercing screams came from inside.
They rushed forward to save people, while Sirius Black and Lupin went to the ball of flame that was expanding rapidly every second.
Allowing these destructive demonic flames to continue raging will only allow those damned Death Eaters to claim more innocent lives.
"Remus, I'll try to keep the fire small. You keep a close eye on the surroundings for me!"
Sirius Black cast a counter-spell to Fiendfyre, and the rate at which the demonic flames expanded noticeably began to slow down.
Lupin stood with his back against him, wary of any possible attacks that might break out at any moment.
Time passed slowly, and the crimson, eerie demonic flames began to be rapidly compressed.
Just as Sirius Black, covered in sweat, lowered his wand, a violent explosion rang out behind them.
Lupin's expression was more serious than ever before. "Those damned guys, they're never going to stop!"
Most of the wizards in the camp were fast asleep. No matter how fast they tried to put out the fire and rescue people, they couldn't keep up with the speed at which the Death Eaters were causing destruction.
The two turned and ran towards the location where the explosion had occurred, at which point all the Magical Projection in the camp were activated.
Vincent's face appeared in the huge light screen, his hair was blown around as if he were flying.
"Fellow countrymen, we are facing a terrible attack."
His eyes were incredibly sharp. "They are Britain Death Eaters, a bunch of inhuman terrorists."
Sirius Black and Lupin stopped running because they saw a figure Accio towards them at breakneck speed.
Vincent, in the light screen, suddenly landed on the ground and pointed the camera at the Fiendfyre in front of him.
"They're not very capable; they're just good at killing and arson."
A powerful magical fluctuation caused ripples on the screen, and then the ever-expanding magical flames were instantly extinguished.
The camera focused on Vincent's face again, his eyes filled with contempt. "This isn't a special effect I did. The Fiendfyre they unleashed is really nothing special."
A faint noise arose, and he swayed slightly in the light screen, slowly floating up.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and his tone was full of disdain:
"Death Eaters, you cowardly rats, listen to me! The more you hide yourselves, the more it proves your incompetence. If you have the guts, stand up and fight me one-on-one! I'll take on all of you by myself!"
Sirius Black and Lupin smiled at the same time.
By deliberately belittling the Death Eaters and then provoking them, people's fears are gradually dissipated.
One against a group of them? It should be more like over 300,000 angry wizards ganging up on them.
Vincent, still suspended in mid-air, did not sever his connection with the Magical Projection; his relaxed and carefree expression appeared in every corner of the camp.
People stopped panicking and were no longer afraid; they began to spontaneously organize to rescue people.
The members of the Special Squad, including Wales, couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing this.
Now that their pressure is greatly reduced, they can focus on searching for the Death Eaters.
The camp area was more than ten times larger than the stadium, and since the timid rats had stopped causing damage, they had most likely escaped.
Vincent had considered this possibility before them, tapped the Magical Communicator, uploaded the recorded video to the Magical Projection, and made it play in a loop.
The countless light screens in the camp returned to the initial image, Vincent was explaining the current situation.
After completing the setup, he slowly landed on the ground in reality, looking at the land that had been scorched by Fiendfyre.
The Dark Magic destroyed all traceable clues, making it as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack to locate those cowardly rats.
Suddenly, a red flame ignited in the air in front of him, and then a white figure appeared.
"Professor, you're way too late."
Vincent had informed Dumbledore as soon as he arrived at the camp about this major event.
Dumbledore glanced at his still slowly healing right arm. "I've set up a tracking spell outside the camp that's extremely difficult to detect. They'll be marked without even realizing it."
Vincent narrowed his eyes. "Professor, you're not planning to capture them?"
Dumbledore shook his head and sighed helplessly. "True Prophecy cannot be changed. Tom's return is inevitable. We cannot allow things to get worse."
The only confirmed identity Peter Pettigrew. Who are the other two? And who is the unconscious man lying on the ground? Are there any other Death Eaters besides them? These questions remain unanswered.
Dumbledore's approach was prudent; he quietly left markings without alerting them, and following the direction would surely lead to clues.
The plan was good, but Vincent's face showed some dissatisfaction. "Professor, I understand you don't want the situation here to get worse, but Tom will definitely find the markings you left behind when they go back."
His deep blue eyes were filled with disappointment. "If Tom keeps hiding his head, we'll be back on the defensive, and no matter how many clues we have, we won't be able to find him."
Dumbledore smile. "Child, your thinking is becoming more and more like his."
Vincent took a deep breath to calm himself down. "Professor, those cowardly rats kidnapped 300,000 wizards from the camp at once, just to escape. If they don't pay a price, they'll only do even crazier things in the future."
Dumbledore. "So I left the mark so that they would be timid and wouldn't dare to be as reckless as they were tonight."
Vincent's tone was particularly cold. "That price is too light. Rats should be hiding in the sewers trembling with fear. If they dare to swagger out in the sunlight, they should be prepared to be trampled to death at any moment."
"Your thinking is too extreme, Vincent," Dumbledore suddenly frowned.
"Professor, have they been marked?"
He nodded slightly. "There are four people in total."
Vincent moved his arm, which had mostly healed, slightly. "Professor, if you won't tell me the location, then I'll find it myself."
The Flying Boots started up.
Dumbledore looked up at the resolute face in the air.
He didn't stop Vincent because he knew very well what the consequences would be.
"In the southwest direction, very close to the range of the Anti-Apparition Jinx."
Vincent was about to speed away, turned back to look at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Thank you, Professor. I won't let them get away so easily."
The next second, the several nozzles of the Flying Boots combined into one.
With a deafening sonic boom, Vincent's figure vanished in the blink of an eye.
A fierce gust of wind swept by, blowing Dumbledore's white robes and his long white beard.
He slowly closed his eyes, as if recalling some long-forgotten memories.