Battle Inside the Hotel

Upon seeing the brown-haired witch suddenly emerge, Kama turned her serious gaze to the patriarch of the Macmillan France and demanded, "I think you owe us an explanation, Mr. Macmillan!"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... but I really can't deal with the Carrow family," he said, his face pale. "Besides, Grindelwald is on the front lines in France, and he could come to help his followers at any time. I don't think you have any chance of winning..."

"No need for further words, Mr. Macmillan, I have already sensed your sincerity." The witch strolled up to Macmillan, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Lord Grindelwald will surely not refuse your family's surrender."

"No, I didn't mean to... Waaah--"

"Langlock" (Langlock).

Before Macmillan could finish speaking, the witch cruelly interrupted him with Tongue-Locking Curse, leaving him speechless.

Xiwen frowned silently as he watched this scene.

He vaguely remembered the brown-haired witch. Her surname seemed to be Carrow, and she had served Grindelwald in Bhutan. Her status within the Pure-blood Party was second only to Aunt Vida.

It now appears that this witch is still the head of the Carrow family.

"We'd known for a long time that the McMillan family was planning to side with Dumbledore, so we'd been keeping an eye on him. This time, I caught him sneaking into the Ginestu Hotel, and I ended up with two unexpected bonuses," Carrow said with amusement.

"Let me see, the patriarch of the Kama Family, the heir of the Rosier family, plus this patriarch of the McMillan family who's just there to make up the numbers, what a haul!"

"Carrow, why waste words with them? Just kill them and be done with it!" Just then, another group of wizards dressed in black Cloak walked in from outside. The male wizard in the lead said with a sinister expression.

Xiwen roughly counted the number of people who came and found that there were at least twenty of them. These people were crammed together in the living room of the luxury suite, making the whole room feel crowded.

"The situation isn't looking good for us," Kama whispered to Xiwen, sensing the danger. "There are too many of them; I'm afraid I can't handle them alone. Be prepared to Side-Along Apparition."

He then looked at Carrow and said expressionlessly, "So many people have come; you really think highly of me."

"Of course, after all, Kama's betrayal back then defeated an entire squad. We have no choice but to take you more seriously," Carrow said with a smile.

"Then please allow me to express my gratitude for your attention." Kama removed his hat and bowed slightly to those around him.

The next second, he suddenly threw the hat at Carrow's face, grabbed Xiwen's arm, and tried to Apparition out of the room.

However, Kama's figure only twisted slightly before immediately returning to normal. He and Xiwen remained standing in the same spot, without moving an inch.

"Kama, you don't actually think we weren't prepared to prevent you from Apparition and escaping, do you?" Carrow dodged a hat thrown at her, laughing maniacally. "What did you think our people were doing just now, huh?"

"Anti-Disapparition Jinx," Kama said, his face grim.

Seeing Kama's failed escape attempt, the members of the Pure-blood Party surrounding them sneered, raised their wands, and simultaneously chanted spells at the two people standing in the center of the living room.

Kama immediately summoned a transparent barrier to cover Xiwen and him, but in a short while, the barrier was shattered into pieces by the numerous powerful spells around it.

Seeing the spells hurtling towards him, he sighed helplessly and said to Xiwen, "Rozier, it seems I'm going to have to betray Dumbledore's trust..."

Just as the curse was about to strike the two of them, Xiwen, who had been silent all along, suddenly raised his left hand.

Immediately, a bright six-pointed star appeared in his palm, expanding countless times in an instant to form a giant orange-gold shield that completely shielded the two of them.

Countless magical spells shot towards the suddenly opened giant shield, scattering sparks of various colors. However, the shield remained unmoved, blocking all the spells from the orange-gold light.

"What... what is this?" Kama stared in shock at the seemingly indestructible giant shield, almost swearing.

"The Seraphim Shield," Xiwen chuckled and said casually.

The Pure-blood Party members surrounding the shield tried everything they could, relentlessly unleashing countless different spells, but the orange-gold shield showed no sign of wavering. As time passed, disbelief gradually appeared on their faces.

"No, this can't be!" Carrow exclaimed incredulously, staring wide-eyed at the giant shield summoned by a young wizard. "I understand now, this must be an alchemical creation Dumbledore gave you! He really has high hopes for you, Xiwen Rozier!"

Carrow gritted his teeth, a ruthless expression suddenly appearing on his face.

"Then why don't you try this--"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A chilling green light shot angrily toward Xiwen.

The Killing Curse has the property of being unblockable by other magic, making it an excellent curse to counter such a powerful magical shield.

At this moment, Xiwen's body was confined within the Seraphim Shield, making it difficult for him to dodge, but his expression remained calm and composed.

He raised his hand and drew a golden circle of light to block in front of him, while another golden circle of light appeared behind Carrow.

The next moment, a chilling green light shot out from Carrow's wand from the halo behind her, striking Carrow's feet and blasting a huge hole in the expensive floor tiles of the luxury suite.

Carrow was thrown to the ground by the Killing Curse that suddenly struck her feet. When she realized what had happened, cold sweat instantly soaked her entire back.

"If your offensive is almost over, then it's my turn, isn't it?" Xiwen glanced around at the exhausted Pure-blood Party members and asked softly.

A pine wand slid out from his sleeve and was caught perfectly in his hand.

Before they could respond, Xiwen suddenly formed a hand seal and cast the Form of Ikonn, conjuring twenty identical figures from his body, exactly corresponding to the number of members of the Pure-blood Party.

"Stupefy!"

The twenty Xiwen shouted in unison.

Twenty pale purple spells shot towards each member of the Pure-blood Party, and most of them, still weakened from the massive outpouring of magic, were all knocked to the ground in no time.

Soon, only Carrow, lying on the ground, remained conscious among the Pure-blood Party in the room.

Xiwen dispelled his Form of Ikonn and strode toward Carrow.

"I've heard the Carrow family has a considerable presence in France, which happens to fall within my target area," he said casually. "Choose one: will you take me there, or will I go to them myself?"

Looking at this fourteen-year-old boy who was completely outmatched by him, Carrow suddenly laughed in a morbid way.

"Heh, I didn't expect you to actually amount to something," she said sinisterly. "If only I had tried to assassinate you more often back then, you wouldn't be alive now!"