A Bottom Line

Fortunately, these people had all been frightened. That guy earlier would rather fly into the sky and become a target than use Side-Along Apparition, so there was even less chance these three dim-witted fellows would be able to escape.

"I surrender! I surrender! Stop attacking!"

Seeing Bell raise his Wand once more, one man could no longer bear the pressure of death. He raised both hands over his head and shouted loudly.

To show his sincerity, he even threw his Wand onto the ground.

The flash of a Curse vanished in an instant, and another pile of dust scattered away in the wind.

"I hate spineless cowards most."

Bell curled his lip disdainfully and finished off that member of the Surrender Faction with a single Curse.

He had not even tried to persuade him to surrender yet. Why was he in such a hurry to surrender?

Of course, Bell had not the slightest intention of persuading anyone to surrender.

The last two exchanged a glance, then gripped their Wands tightly again. They had wanted to surrender just now as well.

There was no helping it. They could not win in a fight, nor could they escape. Other than surrendering, what else could they do?

For them, surrendering was the best option now.

First, they were not British Wizards. Even if they were captured, the British Ministry of Magic had no authority to imprison them in Azkaban.

Second, they were both Pure-bloods, and the power of the families behind them could not be underestimated. Once they were handed over to their own countries' Ministries of Magic, their families would certainly find every possible way to secure their release.

Strictly speaking, they had not done anything terribly evil. They had merely stood outside Hogwarts in the wind for a week. With their