A few minutes ago,
A strange orange-red beam of light suddenly shot out from the audience seats, and the Special Squad rushed over immediately.
But just as they got closer, countless intense beams of light shot out from inside.
Without time to think, they hurriedly blocked the beams of light that were firing indiscriminately.
When the hole, which had been growing larger and larger with each bombardment, finally quieted down, they were able to breathe a sigh of relief.
If the bombing continues, the stadium that the Ministry of Magic worked so hard to build will probably be reduced to ruins.
Wales instructed his teammates to keep watch around the area, then went alone to the vicinity of the hole.
Possessing such power yet without a trace of Dark Magic, the attacker's magical level is extraordinary.
"What's down here..." His lips trembled slightly.
"Quick! The attacker is in the staff break room!"
As they arrived, the shadowy figures, whose identities had been guessed, chanted in unison.
This time Vincent did not choose to fight back. He kicked one man's wrist hard with his right foot, while his uninjured left hand gripped the long-barreled pistol tightly and pointed it at another man's head.
With a "smack," a magic wand was kicked to the ground.
The other person, with his head pointed at him, dared not make a move.
Vincent moved his injured arm slightly.
The recovery was relatively quick, and it seems there were no lasting effects.
"Why are you targeting me? Is it because I once drove your master away? Or because I personally captured his most loyal servant?"
The two dark figures exchanged a glance but did not answer his question.
Vincent glanced at the large rock falling from the ceiling.
The passageway won't hold for much longer; it's estimated that it will collapse completely soon.
Unwilling to talk? The Ministry of Magic has plenty of ways to get them to talk.
Just then, Wales arrived with his team.
"Finally here." Vincent didn't turn around, but instead pointed his long-barreled pistol at the metal skull mask that gleamed with a cold, sinister light.
Even with his back turned, Wales could be recognized by his hair color and voice.
"Wayne?"
"It's me! Come and arrest him right now, this place is about to collapse."
Filled with doubt, Wales cautiously walked over.
His eyes turned cold when he saw the mask on the shadowy figure's face.
Is it possible that it's an imitator?
No, the surrounding area is full of traces left by the use of Dark Magic; no imitator would go this crazy.
With trembling hands, Wales pulled a magically enchanted chain from his pocket.
Suddenly, a violent explosion rang out from above, and the precarious ceiling collapsed instantly.
Vincent immediately pulled the Snakewood trigger, and the orange-red beam struck the skull mask at close range. The shadowy figure that was hit immediately lost consciousness and collapsed.
Ignoring what was above him, he aimed his long-barreled pistol at another shadowy figure who had sneaked off to pick up a wand.
Another violent explosion occurred, and the orange-red beam of light deflected off the wall, accelerating the collapse of the passage.
"Wayne!" Wales hurriedly raised his Shield Charm above his head. "Are you out of your mind?!"
Vincent ignored him and pulled the Snakewood trigger again.
The members of the Special Squad unleashed their Shield Charm, and after a dazzling orange-red light, large chunks of rubble rained down from above, turning the entire passage into ruins in an instant.
Just as a short, dark figure led his two companions away, the stones on the ruins slowly floated up, revealing Vincent's figure.
Damn it, I completely forgot about Peter Pettigrew.
This cowardly mouse wouldn't kindly come back to rescue its companion; it must be afraid of being punished by Voldemort if it returned.
Vincent stepped out of the ground, his sharp eyes scanning his surroundings.
Because the passageway collapsed, the five or six rows of seats around it also collapsed.
I can't sense any magical fluctuations, so it seems they didn't forcibly break the Anti-Apparition Jinx, meaning they probably haven't gone far.
Wales then stepped out of the ground. "Wayne, where are they?"
"I don't know, but they can't go far."
Vincent cast a tracking spell, and a silvery-white trail stretched out of the stadium.
Wales gave him a deep look, and without saying a word, chased after him.
The Special Squad members who had emerged from the ground also gave chase.
Vincent gazed at the silvery-white trail that continued to extend into the distance, a strong sense of unease creeping into his heart.
That direction leads to the camp. If the Death Eaters cause any major disturbance, it could trigger a riot even larger than the one on Execution Day.
If a total of 300,000 wizards were to go berserk, the British Ministry of Magic would only have so few people; it would be a miracle if they weren't trampled to death by the panicked crowd.
Vincent looked down at his right arm, which was still slowly healing.
He struggled to raise his hand and retrieved a new Magical Communicator from the Flamel Ring.
"Vincent?" Sirius Black and Arthur's faces appeared one after another on the projection screen.
"There's no time to explain, Death Eaters have broken into the camp, they—"
A sudden loud noise interrupted Vincent.
He raised his head, his eyes fixed on the slowly rising emerald green mist in the distance.
The enormous skull opened its mouth and spat out a hideous serpent.
The Dark Mark reappeared; the worst-case scenario had indeed occurred.
Vincent turned around. "The Death Eaters want to create chaos and then escape in the confusion. You must be careful."
Sirius Black and Arthur immediately realized the seriousness of the situation after seeing the clear Dark Mark in the sky.
Without the slightest hesitation, they all put on their coats and grabbed their wands.
After ending the communication, Vincent took out the 2.0 version of the Flying Boots from the Flamel Ring.
Aside from being a bit noisy, its performance is much more stable than the initial 1.0 version tested.
Upon arriving at the camp, Wales and the Special Squad members heard a noise that sounded like Muggle fighter jet, followed by a strong gust of wind blowing overhead.
Suddenly, a figure streaked across the night sky like a shooting star, crashing heavily onto the ground near the Dark Mark.
Wales paused for a moment, then exclaimed, "It's Wayne!"
The members of the Special Squad remembered the advertisements that Wayne Enterprises had been playing on repeat.
Advertisements are just advertisements; the actual product will never be the same as advertised.
These Flying Boots are amazing! They're even more powerful than the ones in the ads.
Wales didn't give them time to reflect, exclaiming, "Hurry! We need to get there too!"
The closer they got to the Dark Mark, the more people were awakened and came out of their tents.
Although most foreign wizards were unaware of what was happening and simply stared blankly at the emerald green skull in the sky, they also realized that this was a dangerous sign.
"Excuse me... excuse me..."
Wales pushed through the crowd and ran to the Dark Mark.
Vincent is not here, and the silvery trail has disappeared.
"Two people per group! Watch Death Eaters ambushes!"
No sooner had they finished speaking than a loud bang came from their left.
With a violent explosion, eerie crimson flames rose up.
Wales' face turned deathly pale. "Blasting Curse, and Fiendfyre..."
If the Death Eaters are allowed to run rampant, the entire camp will turn into a living hell.