Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Genius remember the address of this site in one second: (Acupoint Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! No trace stretch spell, is an advanced spell that can be regarded as a closed space to expand, and according to the speller Proficiency and depth of understanding, this spell can be repeated and superimposed, the effect is extraordinary.

Of course, with each additional stack, the difficulty of continuing to stack will increase sharply. Therefore, although there is no theoretical upper limit for this spell, the manpower is sometimes poor, after all, no one has ever known whether this spell has a so-called limit.

Incidentally, because this curse is likely to be used by those who are interested in doing bad things, the International Federation of Wizards has established a series of clear laws from the beginning, and individuals are prohibited from using it at will.

However, how many guys who really want to use it for some purpose care about breaking the law?

Right now, some of the Death Eaters who escaped from the Ministry of Magic are hiding in the suitcase that has been stretched without traces, trying to escape Auror's wild pursuit.

The suitcase was originally cursed by Voldemort himself, and the space inside was amazingly large, almost like a small Muggle manor. It not only divided more than ten separate rooms with magic, but also designed a large living room and vestibule garden. If someone wakes up directly from the inside, I'm afraid they will be taken to the private home of a big man. .

At this moment, five or six Death Eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall, and their faces did not look very good.

In fact, this is not all the members who have escaped from the Ministry. At that time, after leaving the Ministry's fireplace, most of them were separated. In order to maximize the secret tasks left by their masters, these Death Eaters, who are most loyal to Voldemort, have already set aside their lives, and ran to attract the attention of the people in order to cover the people here.

It's just that the group of Aurors may be unsatisfactory in combat, but they have many tools to assist in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they have not been able to completely get rid of those **** bastards.

From last night to now, Auror has sent four teams to search here, and the number will continue to rise. It had been known that when it was discovered last night, a few more people went out for cover, and it would not be blocked in a suitcase as it is now.

The companions sent out to inquire about the situation have not yet returned at this moment, maybe they are less ferocious.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer like this," said the first Death Eater with dark skin, and his expression looked a little distorted. "Wait and wait, sooner or later, the proud Luo found it. "

Voldemort was gone now, and the tall Yaxley seemed to be the leader of their group. He still looked calm—at least a bit calmer than the others here, but a little irritability still wandered around him, leaving him unable to think as well as usual.

"I know what you're thinking, Dolohov ..." Yaxley frowned. "But not now, it's not the time."

"When is that the time?" Dolokhov was obviously an easily temperamental character, and in this case today, his sullen mood almost made him unbearable.

"Let me kill the stupid Aurors!"

"Screw their heads off!"

Followed by Dolohov, it was the pair of Gaul and Crabbu with big round waists. Like their respective sons, they were mixed with Lucius Malfoy at first.

However, they not only have a strong body that ordinary wizards don't have, they also have useless muscles in their heads. For Lucius, they did not have the so-called loyalty, and Voldemort had long been included.

"The two of you shut up for me." Yaxley didn't even look at them.

Although Dolohov was often very irritable, at least he still had a mind. Like these two guys, he had only a little energy for the wizard. That is, "the brain is only as big as a monster", so that they can stand here with other people-at least they are usually very obedient, right?

"Dolokhov, bear with it again-Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed cap on her head, softly "I don't think Murseber's ability is so easy to be caught by Aurors. What he is best at is to stir up the water, isn't it?"

"Humph."

Dolohov felt the stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently, but did not refute. Obviously, he was equally convinced of Murseb's ability, how to say that it is the one among them who is best at capturing the soul curse.

"He'd better come back soon, otherwise we must be trapped in this suitcase." He added impatiently.

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he also understood that Dolohov was not wrong.

In this case, they have no way to escape. Not to mention that the continuous phantom shift has made them exhausted. Even if they now show up elsewhere, they will be quickly found by Aurora's detection tools.

In such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find another place suitable for hiding like now.

"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "If Murseber is not back within the next twenty minutes ..."

He paused and turned to glance at the innermost room of the living room.

"... If he doesn't come back when the time comes, we will implement the final plan."

What is the final plan? No one would ask this question, because even stupid people like Goyle and Crabbe had long remembered what they should do under the weight of Voldemort.

Maybe the final plan will get everyone here to be taken back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into Azkaban, which has strengthened the defense several times, but these desperate people will not hesitate.

It was all for their sole master, the great black wizard king-Voldemort.

Each of them was convinced that their Lord Dark Lord would swept again. And what they have to do is to complete the tasks left by the host, and wait for the host's return with peace of mind.

When Yaxley brought up the "final plan", all Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door in the deep part of the living room. And in their eyes, there was only that endless zeal.

...

On the other hand, as the hope in the Death Eaters' minds, Murseybo is working tirelessly. However, he was not trying to control Muggles by using the soul-catch spell to cause riots, but he was trying to scramble in the cluttered shantytown.

Speaking of which, he did control nearly ten Muggle men and women smoothly at the beginning, and was still trying to double this number. In his plan, he had to control these Muggles to deliberately run to the streets, so that those Aurors mistakenly thought that a Muggle banishment curse was invalid.

If those Aurors could be fooled, it would be better, but if they were not fooled, it would also delay a lot of time. If they can create enough space, they may be able to find a way to evacuate here.

Unfortunately, his plan only opened his head, and Maca sensed the magic wave of the soul-stealing curse. Then, Maca asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after the other.

"You don't really have to catch up with him, as long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, our purpose is half done."

This is Maca's original words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agree. So while they were chasing forward, Maca walked around from the side alone, silently staring at the sneaky guy.

However, the wretched Death Eater was obviously not a fool. He was cautious enough, and instead of running immediately to the shed where the suitcase was placed, he chose a completely different direction.

Maca's pedal magic book ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ followed not far from Namursebo. He can be sure that the Death Eaters' hiding place will never be too far away, and now this guy has been chased by Sirius for some distance.

"Forget it."

Since he couldn't find the target in the most convenient way, he didn't want to follow other people anymore. When he saw that he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, a whole body restraint spell landed silently on Namurseber's back, firmly restricting his ability to move.

With a muffled noise, Murseber collapsed with his limbs together, and fell to the ground like a statue, crashing into a ceiling frame in front of him with inertia.

The humble shack here wasn't strong enough. After such a collision, he suddenly collapsed in half.

There was no pause in Maca's movements. The curse was cast only the moment before, and he had arrived at the place where Murseber had fallen. Although the guy was more than half pressed under the wooden board, the dust was rising all over the sky, but it was easy to find him.

It's just that Maca this time underestimated the determination of this group of desperate people. When he noticed that a turbulent wave of magic wave suddenly stirred up, it was too late to stop.

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded loudly under the collapsed scaffold, followed by a heat wave and a huge flame that obscured the sight.

This time the explosion came and went fast, and the power was not as strong as it could be. Maca estimates that even a slightly stronger iron armor spell is enough to make people safe and sound. But its scope seems to be quite wide, and if its destructive power is spread out, it can almost reach a whole shantytown gathering area nearby.

In order to prevent the Muggles here from suffering, Maca had to choose to control the explosion first within a limited range.