The Death Eaters had barely Apparated onto the ground when their wands spat out blazing Incendio flames and Fiendfyre Curses. Magic Flame instantly set the tool shed and chicken coop alight, devouring the turf, while the Fiendfyre that had appeared as mere sparks began to change shape, becoming a great pack of beasts made of fire: fire-snakes, Chimeras, and Dragons. They howled as they lunged toward the crooked Burrow.
Seeing her beloved home burning and surrounded, the adults still forced themselves to keep their attention on the enemy. Ginny had already hurriedly used the countercurse to Fiendfyre and successfully put out several of the monsters—right now she was unspeakably glad she had attended Allen's class last year and learned this spell systematically.
At the time, the Death Eaters clearly had no intention of giving them the time or chance to save anything. Their wands shot out more small patches of flame, but after landing, those flames rapidly grew stronger and stronger until they took on monstrous forms.
Arthur glared at the Death Eaters opposite them. Having recognized Fenrir Greyback, he strode forward, sweat beading all over his red, bald forehead, and blocked George and Fred behind him. His heart was heavy as he shouted to his wife, "Molly, don't let them worry about the house! We have to hold on for a while. Who brought an alert badge? Report this to the Ministry of Magic, quickly!"
"Mine's in my coat. Bill, what about yours?" Molly was rather annoyed that she had rushed out too quickly.
"Damn it, we changed clothes and didn't bring those!" Bill shouted as he cast a Shield Charm. "Most of the Ministry of Magic's Aurors were transferred to the duel site today, and to support the Muggle areas under attack. There are far fewer Aurors than