Headmaster Dumbledore, You Hid Yourself Well

"Bouncing Bomb!"

A short, masked black wizard with a shrill voice waved his wand continuously.

Countless explosive spells, imbued with a terrifying aura, shot out from his wand, flying towards the Auror and Flint the Dark Wizard opposite him.

Moreover, he wasn't fighting alone; he had dozens of black-robed sorcerers following behind him, mimicking their techniques quite well.

"Precision Demolition!"

"Bouncing Bomb!"

"Magical Blast Minefield!"

Various powerful and bizarre Blasting Curse poured out of their wands as if they were free.

This group of ruthless bandits was extremely powerful, and they fought their way from the main gate of the villa all the way to the innermost courtyard.

Any wizard who stood in their way was indiscriminately blasted to dust by their terrifying Blasting Curse.

The powerful Blasting Curse Charm left the entire Flint home riddled with craters.

As if it had been bombarded by a 100mm heavy artillery shell, not a single patch of land in the entire villa was flat.

"Professor Flitwick, that old dog Flint seems to be at the very back. Should we rush over and grab him?"

In the black-robed wizarding world, Franklin, while indiscriminately bombarding Flint home, squeezed next to Ziggs.

"What Flint?" Ziggs was clearly in a killing frenzy, his eyes bloodshot, and he unleashed a barrage of terrifying Blasting Curse at the enemy.

The terrifying Blasting Curse caused the opposing dark wizards immense suffering.

One second they're casting Killing Curse, and the next second their head explodes for no apparent reason.

Like a watermelon that's been blown up, blood splattered everywhere.

They used to bully others using Dark Magic; when have they ever encountered such a terrifying enemy?

"Professor Flitwick, don't forget Headmaster Dumbledore's orders!"

Franklin was speechless. Seeing that he couldn't control Ziggs, he had no choice but to invoke the principal's name!

"Headmaster!"

Upon hearing the name of the principal, Ziggs's previously cloudy and murderous eyes instantly cleared.

Lester's image gradually appeared in his mind.

A chill ran down his spine involuntarily, and Ziggs suddenly remembered that he was out on a mission for Lester!

"Class, charge with me!" Ziggs felt a wave of fear as he thought about how he had almost ruined Lord Lai's plans.

With a wave of his hand, Ziggs, too lazy to bother with bombing people anymore, led the charge.

The black-robed wizards behind them were also madmen; instead of being afraid, they roared and intensified their firepower.

In an instant, the entire Flint Villa estate was ablaze with the light of gunfire!

Not only that, but several members of Pure-blood families nearby were also gripped by fear as they looked at their neighbor's villa.

Logically speaking, pureblood manors should occupy a very large area.

Furthermore, purebloods are very protective of their privacy.

Even if they fight on their own estate, the other families won't see it.

But right now, it's clearly 8 o'clock, and it's already dark in London.

As a result, the Flint family's villa kept emitting bright light, almost illuminating the entire purebred villa district.

Not to mention the deafening explosions, which could be heard throughout central London.

"Is this the Auror Office? The Flint family manor has been attacked by ruthless bandits! Help!"

"Are you bunch of Auror good-for-nothings? Do you think we, the Pure-blood families, are paying the Ministry of Magic to let you sleep around? Send someone to the Flint Manor right now!"

"I am Avery. Tell the head of your Auror Office to send someone to the Flint Manor immediately!"

The pure-bloods in the villa area panicked; they bought houses near the Ministry of Magic precisely for safety.

Now, the ruthless bandits are about to blow up the old Flint family's house to smithereens, and they've even spotted the Auror.

Meanwhile, in central London, countless Muggle who had come out for the night were hiding in fear under cover of bunkers.

I dialed the emergency number again and again.

"Hello, is this the London Inspection Bureau? This is central London, and it seems there have been hundreds of explosions here."

As he spoke, the Muggle extended his phone outside the cover.

Boom!

Splash splash splash~~~~

The deafening explosions and the sounds of collapsing buildings echoed continuously, even causing the ground to shake.

While those outside sought protection from official organizations, the Flint family's inner courtyard remained untouched.

"You bastard, you lowly House-elf, how dare you lie to me!"

Old Flint's eyes were bloodshot, like a ferocious beast, as he grabbed his teacup and smashed it hard against the House-elf beside him.

The ugly House-elf trembled, too afraid to even flinch, as the teacup smashed onto its head, leaving a crimson stain.

"You liar, how dare you spout nonsense here!"

Old Flint was extremely agitated, and in his anger, he hurled the chopping board from the table at the House-elf once more.

"I spent so much money supporting these dark wizards, and they were wiped out in just ten minutes?"

"This is the foundation of our Flint family, do you know what that means? These people could even launch a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic!"

Old Flint grew angrier as he spoke, and Fudge, standing beside him, also looked displeased.

He knew that this group of purebloods secretly had a private army, and that their private armed forces were quite powerful.

But to his surprise, from the moment the explosion occurred until now, Fudge has watched helplessly as nearly a hundred dark wizards rushed out.

It's only because I was there that I was there; otherwise, who would have known that these Pure-blood families could amass so many wizard subordinates in just 10 years?

However, now is not the time to consider centralized power; my own life is the most important thing right now.

Having stopped old Flint from further abusing the House-elf, Fudge asked the House-elf a question.

Do you know who is attacking?

Upon hearing Fudge's question, old Flint stopped what he was doing and snapped, "Tell me quickly, who exactly has my Flint family offended?"

The House-elf shook his head shakily and said, "I don't know. They were all wearing black robes, with no other markings."

Old Flint's face darkened, and he was about to make a move when he heard the House-elf add, "I think I briefly saw a phoenix embroidered on the inside of their robes."

"A phoenix?!" Fudge's face turned pale; a terrifying thought crossed his mind.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Fudge quickly suppressed the terrible thought in his mind.

"Did you hear how they addressed each other? What were they calling each other?!"

The House-elf looked thoughtful and murmured, "One of them seems to be the professor, and the others are his students."

"And, I think that professor's name is... Ferry... Fawley..."

"Flitwick?" Fudge's face turned extremely grim.

The House-elf nodded quickly and said, "Yes, it's Flitwick! He's short, not very tall."

As she spoke, the House-elf even thoughtfully compared Flitwick's height.

Upon hearing this, Fudge's vision went black, his legs went weak, and he almost fainted.

"Headmaster Dumbledore, you've been hiding your true abilities well!"