Killing Curse

Upon hearing Mr. Weasley's words, the group, who had already packed their things, immediately rushed out of the tent.

The victory parade was gone, replaced by panicked screams everywhere, and the entire camp was in chaos.

The sky was completely dark, as if all the stars were shrouded in a huge black fog, creating a terrifyingly oppressive atmosphere.

In the distance, a group of people were scrambling to escape towards the woods, while behind them, another group of hooded people moved at a leisurely pace.

Everyone was wearing a hood and their faces were covered by masks, making it impossible to recognize who they were. The only thing that was certain was that none of them were good people.

Who would be so kind as to go out masked in the middle of the night and burn a tent? Anything that blocks their way, no matter what it is, will be destroyed.

"You, hurry into the woods!" Mr. Weasley shouted. "Bill, watch over them, don't let them get separated..."

Before he could finish speaking, he turned around and saw Bill, Charlie, and Percy already running towards the approaching parade.

Mr. Weasley hurriedly followed, saying without turning his head:

"You guys hurry to the woods, they've already searched it with the Auror, it's safe there... Remember, don't get separated!"

The group nodded and immediately ran into the woods.

When they disappeared into the woods and looked back, they found that the procession had grown even larger.

Now, not only the mysterious hooded wizards, but also many of the spectators have joined in.

Those people were all foreign wizards, so they completely ignored the warnings from the Ministry of Ministry of Magic staff. They didn't even bother to cover their faces, openly and wantonly venting their malice.

Moreover, there were far too many of them; the number of people the Ministry of Magic sent to provide support was simply insufficient.

Soon, what was supposed to be a march turned into a full-blown riot. Many people took the opportunity to sneak into the empty tents, loot them, or simply carry the tents away.

"No, we have to go help Dad!" Fred and George looked at the growing riot crowd and felt extremely anxious, so they immediately headed in that direction.

"No!" Ginny grabbed them. "They're all adult wizards. You won't do anything to them; you'll only make things worse!"

"Who said that!" Fred struggled to break free from her grasp. "Even if we're not strong enough, we still have Dungbomb and itching powder."

George tried to pry Ginny's hands off, "Trust us, sometimes these Sickle magic!"

"Oh, you're here!"

Just as they were arguing, a person suddenly staggered over from a distance.

Kyle and Cedric immediately drew their wands and pointed them at him.

"It's me. Arthur me to take care of you."

The man emerged from the woods, wearing a tweed suit and tall rubber boots.

"Are you the Ministry of Ministry of Magic staff member in charge of registration?" Cedric frowned. "I think your name is Basil?"

He remembered those clothes.

They had met when they first arrived here using the Portkey.

"Yes, it's me," the man said. "I met Arthur, and he told me that those people's target was Harry Potter, so he asked me to take care of you."

"What? Their target is me?" Harry said in disbelief.

This is ridiculous! He only watched one Quidditch Match and didn't do anything else. Why would anyone bother looking for him? Is this even reasonable?

"They're all Death Eaters, here to avenge the Dark Lord." The man strode over, extending his hand. "The Auror are looking for you. Come with me, I'll take you to Scrimgeour."

Upon hearing the Dark Lord, Harry immediately thought of the face that had grown on Quirrell's head back in his first year, and instinctively took two steps forward.

However, the next second...

"Stupefy!"

"Avada..."

With a bang, the man was struck by a bright light and sent flying more than ten feet away, lying motionless on the ground. The green light that had just appeared on the tip of his wand also disappeared.

Things happened so fast that even now, no one has had time to react.

"What happened...?" Harry took two steps back, still shaken.

"Clearly, someone wants you dead." Kyle put away his wand and warily surveyed his surroundings.

"But isn't he a Ministry of Ministry of Magic employee?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"You should say he was," Kyle said, "Polyjuice Potion, Imperius Curse ... he was just using his identity, it's that simple."

"How do you know he has a problem?" Cedric stepped forward and picked up the wand that had fallen to the ground.

To be honest, he didn't notice anything amiss before the man used the Killing Curse.

"It's simple," Kyle said. "If those people were really targeting Harry, Mr. Weasley would have come himself, instead of asking a Ministry of Magic staff member we'd only met once."

He's not even Auror... Sending an ordinary employee to protect the most dangerous target just doesn't make sense."

Cedric opened his mouth but didn't speak, as did the others... Clearly, none of them had expected this.

"Thank you..." Harry said, still shaken, "You saved my life."

"Let's not talk about that anymore." Kyle shook his head. "The most important thing right now is to get out of here..."

Before he could finish speaking, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed, illuminating half of the camp.

They recognized that green light all too well; it was the Killing Curse that had nearly killed Harry...

However, this time the Killing Curse wasn't aimed at them, but rather appeared in the direction of the camp.

Everyone immediately turned to look.

The rioting crowd fell silent for a moment... then, the entire camp exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

The wailing and screaming were several times louder than before, and all sorts of magic flew around uncontrollably...

Even in the woods, they could faintly hear roars that were either furious or terrified.

"... Damn the Ministry of Magic, how dare you use the Killing Curse!"

The rioting crowd was in complete chaos. Some tried to run away, while others lost their minds and began to attack indiscriminately. Various colored spells illuminated almost the entire camp!

Fred and George tried to run over again, but this time not only Ginny, but Cedric and Cho also rushed forward and grabbed their arms.

Kyle looked at the brightly lit camp and had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

First, Ministry of Magic employees tried to assassinate Harry, then they used Killing Curse on the rioting crowd... This is too strange.

There is no doubt that the Ministry of Magic would not assassinate Harry, nor would they intentionally use the Killing Curse.

But they did it anyway, twice in a row.

"This is intentional, an attempt to frame the Ministry of Magic!" Kyle immediately realized a possibility.

Clearly, someone wanted to escalate the conflict... Whoever that person is, judging from the current situation, they succeeded!

"Boom!"

A spell Accio from the direction of the camp and blasted a large crater in the ground not far from them.

Gravel and dirt splattered all over everyone.

"Are the Death Eaters preparing to attack the Ministry of Magic?!" Kyle's heart pounded wildly.

If it were just causing trouble, the Ministry of Magic might let it go because of the large number of people involved, but now that the Killing Curse has been used, even Fudge won't let it go so easily.

Killing Curse has appeared in a place with 100,000 wizards. If no one is held accountable, his position as minister is over.

"Boom!" Another curse.

Without a second thought, Kyle immediately drew his wand, took the box out of the Mokeskin Pouch, pressed his finger on the clasp, and opened it.

"All of you, come in!"

"What?" Ron stared at the tiny opening of the box. "Kyle, are you kidding me? How could we possibly fit into such a small box..."

"Don't waste time!"

Kyle didn't have time to explain further; he went straight up, grabbed Ron's shoulder, and pulled hard...

Ron was pulled and stumbled, falling forward uncontrollably, landing squarely on the open box.

"You..."

The next second, Ron vanished.

A clanging sound came from the box, along with Ron's groan; he seemed to have bumped into something.

"Hurry up, next one!" Kyle shouted.

Hermione was the first to react.

She remembered that before the holidays, Kyle had pulled the Devil's Snare from this box and trapped Professor Lupin, who had turned into Werewolf... He had also mentioned that the box was a little bigger than it appeared.

Hermione never imagined that "bigger" meant it could fit a person inside.