Slaves

Hermione, troubled, even began to consider whether she should use Curses to provide herself with a tiny, insignificant help.

After all, if a wizard encounters a problem, the first thing they should do is seek help from magic.

This is Bell taught her, so if anything goes wrong, it's all Bell's fault, not hers as a gentle and kind Little Witch!

Fortunately, Mr. Granger was unaware of his daughter's thoughts at that moment, otherwise he would have cried himself to death in the bathroom.

Then, the next day, he rallied his spirits and, together with his wife, tried to have another child.

After all, this boss can no longer be relied upon.

Suddenly, a force on her shoulder interrupted Hermione's thoughts and pulled her out of her almost delirious state.

"Okay, no need to force yourself. Even if you can't stay here, you can always come over to my house. I'll pick you up."

In fact, Bell knew that given their current age, it was almost impossible for Hermione to move into his house.

So although he was somewhat disappointed, he did not intend to force the issue.

"Then I want you to pick me up every day!"

"Okay, okay, I'll pick you up every day."

Bell affectionately ruffled Hermione's long, reddish-brown hair.

"Alright, let's go inside. Your aunt and uncle are still waiting inside."

late at night.

Thanks to the efforts of the Ministry of Magic Staff, the wizards, who had been celebrating wildly all night, finally calmed down and returned to their tents to sleep soundly.

Night finally brought back the tranquility that belonged to me.

Under the bright moonlight, a gentle breeze occasionally rustled through the leaves, adding a touch of life to the woods and further enhancing the tranquility of the forest.

Suddenly, a cloud drifted by, obscuring the bright moon in the sky and plunging the ground into even deeper darkness.

The few bonfires became the only source of light, illuminating the surroundings while also inexplicably giving off a sense of dread, as if foreshadowing something.

'Phew~'

A burst of flames rose up, instantly illuminating the once dark forest as bright as day.

By the fleeting light of the fire, one could see that below the flames, dozens of wizards, clad in black robes that concealed their faces and figures, were silently gathered together.

Above these wizards, the Roberts family, the caretakers of this woodland, were being controlled by Curses and floating in mid-air.

Mr. Roberts' angry roars, Mrs. Roberts' terrified screams, and the two young children's frightened cries failed to stir even the slightest emotion in these wizards.

No, not everyone was unresponsive. Several wizards were laughing wildly, their eyes revealing an indescribable madness.

"Let's begin."

Suddenly, someone issued the order.

Upon hearing this, the group of wizards immediately sprang into action.

As they tormented the Roberts family above them, causing the four Muggle to wail even louder, they waved their Wand, unleashing bursts of flame.

Some flames shot into the air, some ignited trees and bushes, and others set fire to tents in the woodland.

Soon, chaos engulfed the camp.

Some of the more timid wizards tried in terror to get away from the group of men in black. They screamed for the Auror ' help as they ran for their lives in a panic.

Some troublemakers either joined the black-clad men's march or chose to go it alone.

Regardless of the approach taken, the result was the same: they successfully plunged the once peaceful camp into utter chaos.

The Auror were so exhausted from the day that their reactions were somewhat slow. Even though many wizards who couldn't stand the Black Man's actions spontaneously offered their help, by the time the Auror arrived, the situation had already become chaotic and uncontrollable.

"Gege, what happened?"

Shanna rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked out of her bedroom.

She was awakened by the noise outside.

"Put on your Battle Robe, and wake Hermione up too. Let's go outside and take a look."

Bell, who was standing at the window in the corridor, silently looking outside, answered her sister's question without turning her head.

After quickly washing their faces and perking up, Bell and his two companions soon arrived outside the Wooden House.

Incidentally, William and Elena had both received invitations but had disappeared. Hermione's parents and Shanna's two friends were instructed by Bell to stay in the Wooden House and not go out.

The Wooden House was surrounded by Defense Barrier, so they should be safe inside.

"What exactly happened?"

Hermione looked at the chaotic scene before her in disbelief.

She now seriously doubts whether she is actually dreaming.

"So Hermione, why did you pinch me again?"

Bell was speechless.

He discovered that Hermione seemed to have developed a bit of a liking for pinching him.

"Are you in pain?"

What do you think?

"Oh."

Hermione nodded.

It's confirmed; she wasn't dreaming.

After giving his girlfriend a disapproving look, Bell ignored the crazy Hermione and channeled his magic into his Flying Shoes, floating into the air.

Following closely behind, Shanna and Hermione also flew up.

"Look over there."

Bell reached out and pointed to a spot not far away.

At the location he pointed to, the group of men in black, which had grown several times larger, was holding a grand "fireworks show".

"Oh my god! How could they do that?!"

Hermione's mouth dropped open in shock when she saw the culprits behind the chaos, especially the Roberts family floating in mid-air, being twisted and manipulated like puppets.

With her current level of experience, she simply cannot understand why anyone could do such an evil thing.

Ignoring his girlfriend's exclamation, Bell turned to look at his sister on the other side.

"Shanna, what did you see?"

Bell pointed at the group of black-robed wizards and asked.

"Hmm... a group of Dark Wizard?"

Shanna tilted her head, thought for a while, and then said uncertainly.

"No, they are slaves!"

"Slave?"

Shanna looked at her Gege, puzzled. She didn't see any slaves.

"Yes, slaves, a bunch of slaves to power!"

As he spoke, Bell raised his right hand, and azure magical light shone in his palm.

"Remember, Shanna. We are wizards, and we possess a powerful force called 'magic.' So use your power wisely, and become the master of magic."

Bell clenched his right fist and extinguished the magical light in his hand.

Then, he pointed again to the black-robed wizards not far away, and pointed emphatically, saying:

"Don't become like those people, slaves to power!"

Power breeds desire, and the accumulation of desire, once out of control, will inevitably lead to destruction.