Little Rose

Shadows of trees and tangled growths filled the forest, layered leaves rustling and trembling as the sounds of branches being snapped underfoot rang out one after another. The Death Eaters who had originally been deployed across the mountain area had come rushing over in succession after Lockhart deliberately cast several Charms to expose his position once he fled, weaving swiftly through the jungle along the traces he had left behind.

Magical light flashed beneath the feet of a tall, thin Death Eater. Boom. A low, faint burst of displaced air sounded, and the Death Eater was engulfed by a huge surge of scorching flame. Before his mind could even register what had happened, he was blown into bloody chunks of flesh.

The unlucky bastard had stepped on an alchemical bomb the fat man had buried earlier. A Confringo had been installed inside the bomb; this kind of Incantation could explode anything it touched, and its danger level was extremely high. Abusing it could even be fatal—Peter Pettigrew had once used the representative Thunderclap Explosion Curse of this kind of evil curse to kill twelve Muggles at once, causing massive destruction. Because this place was too close to Uagadou and Kibelun, the fat man had chosen an alchemical bomb specifically made to reduce its sound.

Thick smoke and dust from the explosion began to billow through the blast site.

"Someone's run into Lockhart!" A cloaked Death Eater keenly noticed the abnormality here. After sending a message to his companions, he quickly rushed over to check the situation.

But the moment he stepped into the smoke, before he could even see the minced remains of his companion, he was hit by a Petrification Curse. His legs pressed together, his arms stuck to his body, he fell flat on his back, rigid and