You guys had a lot of fun just now

Although she roughly understood what was going on, Hermione hesitated and stood there without going into the box.

On the contrary, Kanna was the first to go in.

"I won't cause you any more trouble," she said with a smile. "Perfect timing, I'm also very curious about what's in your box."

"Don't wander off, or you'll get lost," Kyle warned. "Also, whatever you see, don't be afraid. I promise, as long as you stay in the room downstairs, you'll be safe."

Kanna glanced at Kyle suspiciously; her intuition told her that there was definitely something extraordinary in that box.

However, time was of the essence, so she didn't ask any further questions.

"Wait for me." Qiu followed from behind.

Then Fred and George exchanged a glance, and ignoring Ginny's objections, they joined forces to stuff her into the suitcase as well.

Kyle looked at Harry and Hermione.

"I can help!" Harry said quickly.

"No, you're the one who should be hiding the most," Kyle said. "Don't forget, you were almost killed just now... and there are too many people around here. If it happened again, I can't guarantee I could find you in time."

"Kyle is right," Hermione suddenly sighed. "They wanted to kill you, and they almost succeeded just now..."

"But!" Harry frowned, about to say something more.

But by then, Hermione had already dragged him to the box.

Hermione realized from what had just happened that they were completely helpless; if Kyle hadn't noticed something was wrong in time, Harry might already be dead.

Hermione couldn't imagine what would happen if this happened again, or whether Harry would still be so lucky.

"Let's go, we need to keep an eye on Ron," she said. "We're safest inside...after all, nobody cares about a broken box, right?"

Thinking back to his near-death experience, Harry hesitated for a moment before going inside with her.

Beside him, Kyle's eye twitched.

What does that mean?

Although his suitcase had been used for three years and did look a bit old, he had taken good care of it; there wasn't even a large scratch on it, so it couldn't really be considered a "broken suitcase."

More importantly, this kind of box shouldn't be conspicuous; the older the better.

"Tasteless Gryffindor..." Kyle muttered to himself.

Now there are only three people left.

When Fred and George saw Kyle looking over, they firmly shook their heads, indicating that there was no way they would go in.

"Alright then." Kyle packed up the box. "Let's go check out the camp."

"Okay!" Fred and George nodded immediately, turning to leave. "Let's go find the backpack first; the Dungbomb is inside..."

Behind them, Kyle raised his wand and gave Cedric a look.

Cedric understood almost instantly...

"Stupefy!"

"Petrificus Totalus!"

As expected, Fred and George fell to the ground.

Kyle opened the box again and stuffed the unconscious George inside, head down.

"I have a feeling..." Cedric picked up the petrified Fred, "We won't have a peaceful life for at least six months."

"Yeah," Kyle shrugged, "But it doesn't matter, that's all for later... You go in first, and remember to keep an eye on them, some things in there are quite dangerous!"

"Okay," Cedric said, poking his head out of the box. "You're not thinking of helping, are you...? That's too dangerous. Don't forget they even used the Unforgivable Curses!"

"Don't worry, I have help," Kyle said. "... It's hard to explain now, but you'll find out why in a bit."

A rustling sound suddenly came from the woods.

"Who's there!"

Almost instinctively, Kyle raised his wand, erecting a transparent barrier in front of him.

Two witches hurried past.

Kyle remained vigilant until they left before putting down his wand.

He then grabbed a box from the side and immediately ran towards the camp.

The camp was now in complete chaos, filled with cries and screams. Various colored spells mingled together, exploding and banging like fireworks.

Kyle didn't stop and ran straight towards the most crowded area.

He was looking for Mr. Weasley, which wasn't as difficult as he'd imagined; even on such a chaotic battlefield, the Weasley family' signature red hair stood out remarkably.

Before long, Kyle found him near the center of the camp. Mr. Weasley, Charlie, and Bill formed a circle, protecting a group of boys and girls in their pajamas behind them.

Before them stood a group of seven or eight hooded wizards.

However, those people didn't rush to attack Mr. Weasley; instead, they toyed with them like cats playing with mice.

Various spells were slowly and deliberately cast upon the group of terrified children behind him, while Mr. Weasley's feeble resistance seemed to them as the most amusing spectacle, and they laughed heartily.

"Alright, that's enough for now," a gruff voice said. "The Ministry of Magic's reinforcements should be arriving soon; don't let this delay our business."

The man next to him chuckled sinisterly, "Olympe Maxime will be thrilled to see so many Beauxbatons students... That stupid big oaf, I'll make her lick my shoes this time!"

"You can do whatever you want then!"

All the hooded figures simultaneously raised their wands.

Then, without any warning, a voice came from behind them.

"Stupefy!"

At the same time, several round objects quietly rolled to their feet.

"A piercing pain... Ah!"

A hooded wizard was about to cast the Cruciatus Curse on Mr. Weasley when he suddenly screamed and fell to the ground.

The excruciating pain in his calf caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream; anyone who didn't know better would have thought he was the one who had been cursed with Cruciatus Curse.

Then came a second scream... The hooded wizards around them fell to the ground one after another like wheat being harvested.

Only then did they notice that a round cabbage was hanging on their legs.

"Damn it, why is there Biting Cabbage here!" someone shouted.

The group frantically tried to pull the Biting Cabbage off their legs, but Mr. Weasley wasn't about to give them the chance.

"Stupefy!"

"Stupefy!"

"Bandage restraint!"

The situation changed instantly; the hooded wizards, who had initially held a numerical advantage, were reduced to a single individual in the blink of an eye.

He reacted the fastest, and upon realizing something was wrong, he immediately withdrew and retreated, thus avoiding the attack from the Biting Cabbage.

But this doesn't seem to be of any use.

The Weasley family were glaring at him, their eyes practically spitting fire.

Although they didn't know what had happened, that didn't stop them from having a satisfying revenge.

"Grandson, you guys had a lot of fun just now!" Bill held his wand, his face beaming with undisguised delight. "Come on, let's continue!"

"Damn it!" the man cursed, turning to run away.

However, before he could even take two steps...

"Stupefy!"

With a thud, he followed in his companion's footsteps and lay motionless on the ground.

The wand he was holding also flew out. His wand was different from everyone else's; the end was a delicate metal snake head, and in the snake's eyes, two emeralds flickered in the firelight.