The continuous explosions outside the camp immediately caught the attention of the Special Squad, who rushed toward the source of the sound without hesitation.
From afar, they could see large plumes of smoke and dust constantly billowing outwards.
There is only one type of magic capable of creating such a large-scale explosion: the Blasting Curse, which injects a large amount of negative emotions.
Strangely, there was only a faint, barely perceptible aura of Dark Magic around.
Even though it's very close, it's not as concentrated as it should be.
It's not Dark Magic?
Wales' eyes darted around, as if searching for something.
Finally, he looked up and saw the figure floating in mid-air.
"Alert!"
The Special Squad members spread out and surrounded the dissipating smoke and dust.
Vincent slowly descended from the sky.
He glanced at Wales, whose face looked particularly grim, and said, "Those rats should still be alive. Be careful when you're catching people."
Wales's expression darkened further. "Wayne, we're not playing house here. They're Death Eaters. You should have notified us immediately if you spotted them."
Vincent landed in front of him, glanced down at the Flying Boots he was wearing, and said, "By the time you get here, they'll have already escaped beyond the range of the Anti-Apparition Jinx."
"You..." Wales was speechless and glared at him fiercely.
He looked at Vincent's bloodless, pale face, and his eyes suddenly softened. "You're injured again?"
"They're not dead yet." Vincent looked at the dissipating dust. "They're probably in much worse shape than me."
Wales raised his hand to stop him from getting any closer. "If you're injured, just rest. Leave this to us."
Capturing Death Eaters is the Ministry of Magic's duty. No matter how high Vincent's magical level or how great his abilities are, he is still just a student and should be protected by them.
Vincent stood there, silently watching him raise his wand and walk into the smoke.
Although this person is single-minded and has a lot of prejudice against himself, he can still be considered a decent person overall.
Dutiful and straightforward, such people are not uncommon in the Ministry of Magic.
Unfortunately, due to the incompetence of those in power, they often carry out actions that are offensive to the public.
"A sudden gust of wind—" Wales waved his wand, blowing away all the smoke and dust.
Four figures lay on the uneven ground, three of them wearing tattered black robes that revealed large patches of burned skin.
The man in pajamas, surprisingly, was protected by Merlin; he was only covered in a thin layer of dust, indicating he hadn't been hit by the explosion.
Vincent secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There were no accidental injuries, so I'm completely relieved of any psychological burden now.
Wales and the Special Squad approached cautiously.
They looked like they had lost consciousness, but who knows if they were just faking it?
Some evil and insane Death Eaters have even sacrificed their parents, wives, and children to achieve their goals.
"Stop!" Wales pointed his wand at a short Death Eaters lying on the ground in front of him.
After turning him over with magic, the members of the Special Squad all clenched their fists.
Peter Pettigrew, the notorious criminal who betrayed the Potters, murdered 12 innocent Muggle, and framed Sirius Black, has finally been caught.
Wales glanced coldly at the two remaining Death Eaters were more seriously injured.
One of them was disfigured, while the other was still wearing a cracked metal skull mask.
"Take them under control first, I'll go check on the one who isn't injured."
His guess was basically the same as Vincent's; they both leaned towards the idea that the person had been kidnapped.
As for why the Death Eaters went to such lengths to kidnap someone at the stadium, the answer will come once their identities are confirmed.
Wells slowly walked towards the man, his wand always pointing at him.
He waved his wand and flipped the person over.
"How is that possible!"
Wales's exclamation piqued Vincent's curiosity.
Unfortunately, the distance was a bit far, and since they were facing away from each other, even someone with excellent eyesight wouldn't be able to see them.
After a slight pause, Wales quickly bent down and squatted down.
He lifted the man's back and called softly, "Wake up, Minister Fudge, wake up quickly."
Fudge?
Vincent frowned instinctively.
This busy man didn't even come to watch the game tonight, how could he possibly be at the stadium?
Besides, he doesn't live in the staff lounge. It's not like the Death Eaters came to his house and kidnapped him to the stadium, is it?
The simple-minded Wales had no doubts whatsoever. Seeing that Fudge was still unconscious, he put down his wand and reached into his pocket.
Vincent's brow furrowed even deeper in the distance.
No, that's not right.
The height and build don't match at all; this is a fake!
"Watch out! He's not Fudge!"
Wales had just pulled a bottle of Potions from his pocket, instantly became alert and instinctively reached for the wand lying to the side.
Just as his hand touched the wand, the unconscious "Fudge" suddenly opened his eyes and revealed an extremely cruel smile.
"Damn it!" Vincent watched Wales fall backward and quickly activated his Flying Boots.
The members of the Special Squad reacted faster than him, but the awakened "Fudge" had already stuck the wand that had just been used to cast the evil spell into the ground.
Several streams of evil and chilling energy surged up from the ground and rushed towards them at an extremely fast speed.
Their intense aura of Dark Magic even distorted the surrounding air, causing anything that came into contact with them to quickly decay.
"Ah—" the Special Squad cried out in pain.
Their skin dries out at a visible rate, as if they have aged suddenly.
Such a vicious Dark Magic curse forced Vincent to slam on the brakes and stop in mid-air.
He watched from afar as "Fudge" slowly stood up.
Merlin actually protected the Death Eaters!
No, it's that damned Prophecy!
"The true Prophecy cannot be changed... Tom's return is inevitable... We cannot allow anything worse to happen..."
Dumbledore's words echoed in Vincent's mind.
If discovering traces of the Death Eaters tonight was a coincidence, then their successful escape was inevitable.
The Prophecy has already determined the outcome; it will use an invisible hand to put things back on track.
Vincent gripped the Serpent Staff tightly, his eyes filled with anger and resentment as he stared intently at "Fudge." Fudge raised his wand again, using magic to levitate the three people who had fallen to the ground.
Their eyes met across an aura of evil and coldness.
"Fudge" raised the corner of his eye slightly and gestured towards the Special Squad members kneeling on the ground in agony.
He grinned mockingly, making a mouth shape that almost made Vincent want to rush in.
"You're just as useless as these lackeys of the Ministry of Magic..."
Vincent quickly suppressed his anger, but his body erupted with terrifying magical fluctuations.
"Fudge" narrowed his eyes and looked at the three people floating beside him.
His ability to set up a trap that wiped out Special Squad is enough to prove that he is not an impulsive person.
But before turning to leave, he mouthed something to Vincent.
"We're leaving. These cursed good-for-nothings are going to die too..."
Before leaving, they didn't forget to deliver a sarcastic remark, which suggests they are people with extremely low self-esteem who always seek validation.
Vincent withdrew his gaze from "Fudge's " departing figure.
He quickly landed, concentrating all the magical energy that had just erupted onto his Serpent Staff.
Without any incantations or spellcasting gestures, a Finite Incantatem —far more powerful than extinguishing Fiendfyre —instantly shattered those evil and chilling auras.
Simply lifting the curse is far from enough; the effects of Dark Magic are very difficult to completely eliminate.
Physical wounds can heal slowly over time, but mental trauma may not.