Chapter 270： Blow feathers

The safari man struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the group of strangely dressed men with his mouth wide open in surprise.

What happened just now is completely beyond his cognition. Why can the small wooden sticks in those hands shine? Why did that red light bounce off as if hit by a car?

He didn't understand these problems at all, so he could only endure the severe pain and crawl on the ground, trying to stay away from the strange people in front of him.

It's a pity that the wizards who were robbed of their sanity by alcohol did not intend to let him go.

They grinned and looked at the man crawling on the ground like a dog in front of them, slowly following him step by step like a cat teasing a mouse, but they deliberately slowed down to avoid chasing the man in front of him.

"Hey, have you ever played feather blowing?" A man suddenly asked, "It's a game of throwing a feather into the sky, then blowing air to keep it from falling."

The others looked at him questioningly, not understanding why he said this at the moment.

The man chuckled lightly, raised his wand and flicked it at the safari man.

The next moment, the man in hunting suit was lifted by a huge force and dragged into the air.

Then the force suddenly disappeared, and the safari man fell freely.

Then the man lifted the wand again.

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The man in the hunting suit was thrown around by the wizard like a sandbag. It can be seen that the wizard's control ability is not good, and there is no way to control the force he exerts on the man in the hunting suit.

This causes the hunting man to be pulled up often, but his limbs and head still stay in place due to inertia.

He felt that his neck was about to be broken, and his eyes were rushing blood quickly, and the unimaginable pain made him scream.

"Ah! Give me a break! Please, give me a break!"

The hunting man begged for mercy, but the wizards below were all watching the wizard's demonstration with relish, and the screams made them even more excited.

Finally, a wizard on the side couldn't help it. He stretched out his magic wand and joined the feather blowing game.

However, his magic control ability seemed to be worse than that of the wizard at the beginning, and that huge force was actually applied to the head of the man in hunting suit.

"Crunch!"

There was a crisp sound, and the scream stopped abruptly. The safari man's neck was pulled, his eyes widened, as if he was accusing him.

"Oh! Morey! Quietly what did you do, there is nothing to play now."

At the beginning, the wizard yelled regretfully, while the wizard named Morey smiled apologetically and said:

"It's okay, I know there are a few Muggles not far from here, should we continue?"

This was a remarkable statement. Everyone looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, the excitement on the faces of the others already let Morey know their answer.

"Here, wear this." Morey took out a bunch of white hoods and handed them to everyone, "If you wear this, others won't recognize us, and we can have fun too!"

Everyone put on their headgear without hesitation, yelled, laughed wildly and left.

It was a long time before Mike got out of the tent.

His movements are very light, one is that he is afraid that Penello will find him while he is asleep, and the other is that the drunk thugs will find him, thus ending their plan to make trouble after drinking.

The man in hunting suit was lying motionless on the ground.

The wizards thought he was dead, but in reality, he was only unable to move due to injuries to his spine and nerves.

Mike walked over and looked at the man in hunting suit.

After a while, Mike seemed to be moved by the plea in the eyes of the hunting man. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his pocket and poured it into the hunting man's mouth.

After that, he stopped looking at the man in the hunting suit who was still lying on the ground, turned indifferently, and walked in the direction where the group of thugs disappeared.

It's just his fist, but he doesn't know when it has been clenched tightly.

Mike is very angry.

He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now it seems that he still overestimated himself. After seeing what those scumbags did, he still couldn't restrain the anger in his heart.

That was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had no interest in them at all.

But they still kill him, or use a playful attitude to torture him!

Because they knew that the Ministry of Magic would never punish them such high-minded men.

And even if the Ministry of Magic has iron-headed children who want to move them, they can find all kinds of excuses to escape punishment.

Just as they did when these Death Eaters escaped the trial after Voldemort disappeared.

In this sense, these talents are the real biggest winners, and Voldemort is more like their wage earners.

It was they who took Voldemort to the altar and followed Voldemort to conquer the wizarding world.

If things succeed, then their power will become greater.

And although the plan has failed now, and Voldemort seems to have been killed, they are still superior to most people, enjoying the same treatment as before.

Now, they are about to find the next victim, so that they can have fun.

Mike hesitated when the man in hunting suit appeared, hesitating whether to stop those people.

Just now, when he and the hunting man looked at each other, he finally made a decision.

What matters to him, even if I can’t catch that little mouse today, I have to teach the thugs a lesson, an unforgettable lesson that the Ministry of Magic cannot give!

Mike's pace is getting faster and faster, and he has used the Wind Speed ​​Charm before he knows it!

I saw him shuttle through the woods like a phantom, desperately rushing in the direction of the mobs.

But he still came late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had already become a sea of ​​flames, full of wizards fleeing in panic. At least 70,000 people lived in this mid-range camping area. Among them, there were not a few high-powered people. No one came out to stop those thugs!

Their weakness fueled the arrogance of the white hoods. They laughed wildly and lit one tent after another, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other side, more white headgears continue to play the game of ‘feather blowing’.

It should be a family of three. It can be seen that the white hoods are very careful this time. The two adults, one man and one woman, are still screaming.

The little girl beside them couldn't bear the torture, and lost her voice like the previous safari guy.

But even so, the group of white hoodies still didn't mean to stop.

They wielded their magic wands, still tossing the little girl like sandbags.

Looking at the little girl's swaying figure, Mike felt a flame burning in his heart.

"You scumbags!"

Mike roared, a dazzling white light flashed, and the sword of victory and oath appeared in his hand.

In the next moment, he held a sword in one hand and a stick in the other, carrying a dazzling light like a hero on the stage and rushing towards the group of white hoods.

Mike's momentum was so great that he instantly attracted the attention of those fugitives and white hoods.

"Look! Someone is going to stop them!"

Harry, who had been watching the white hoods, was the first to spot the stunning white light. He screamed at Hermione and Ron, and at the same time he took out the panoramic telescope that he bought to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Through the magically blessed lens of the binoculars, Harry finally saw clearly who the hero was bathed in white light.

"Gosh! It's Mike! My goodness!"

Harry felt that he was going to faint with excitement, and for a second he was still suffering from the Muggle encounter, and the next second Mike came forward!

"Really? It's impossible, right?"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise, and he took out the panoramic telescope to take a look with his own eyes.

But before he could point the telescope at a distance, Hermione on the side snatched the telescope over.

After seeing the real body of the white light, Hermione's body immediately trembled slightly, while still screaming in her mouth:

"Don't go! Mike! That's a group of dark wizards!"

Hermione's yelling voice is naturally inaudible, Mike, at this moment, he is charging at full speed toward the group of white hoods.

His speed is very fast, and the wind speed curse has been driven to the extreme by him. Under the naked eyes of bystanders, the white light emitted by the holy sword has even been dragged by Mike to a long light band!

It's just that his momentum is really too big, and those hooded guys have already discovered his existence.

It is undoubtedly the most stupid move to use melee attacks against wizards if they are discovered in advance.

I saw the white-headed hoods who were still playing the game of "Blowing Feathers" when they discovered that Mike's goal was them, they immediately spread their magical powers and began to distance themselves from Mike.

Mike saw a smile on his face instead. The reason why he chose to make such a big momentum instead of sneak attack was to ensure the safety of the three Muggles.

And now, their goal has been achieved.

I saw him gently spin to remove the inertia of the sprint, and at the same time flick the wand in his right hand, the three Muggles who were still in the air were thrown in the direction where Harry and them were.

"Take them away!"

Hearing Mike's yelling, Harry, Mr. Weasley and the others were taken aback for a moment, and then quickly reacted, using the floating spell to steadily catch the three Muggles.

Harry eagerly put his hand in front of the little girl’s nose, then the worry on his face faded immediately, and he shouted at Mike with joy:

"She is still alive! They are all alive!"

Mike didn't hear Harry's emotional yells, and even if he heard him, he wouldn't respond, because the situation at this time no longer allowed him to be distracted.

The white-headed hoods have already reacted, and they were so angry that they directly attacked Mike, using the strongest single attack curse: the death curse!

In the exclamation of the onlookers who had sacrificed their lives to eat melons, Mike shuttled through the green light one after another like a butterfly through flowers, and from time to time he would swing his sword to block a life-death curse that was impossible to escape.

This scene looks very thrilling, as long as Mike makes a little mistake, the result is death.

But Mike in a predicament is expressionless. The absolute rational buff brought by Occlumency allows him to have no fear and tension at all, and he can calmly find the best escape plan.

Gradually, the green light that was directed towards the Mike had diminished a lot, and the white hoods finally began to be unable to bear the backlash of continuous casting spells and began to rest.

And Mike also seized this opportunity and started to fight back.

I saw Mike's lips squirming lightly, and at the same time the magic wand inadvertently drew mysterious symbols in the air as he flickered.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the blackthorn wood wand flashed with a hint of red light, and a group of faint red-orange flames containing traces of black slowly fell from the tip of the rod to the ground.

"Boom!"

The flame exploded, and quickly swallowed everything around.

Mud, stones, trees, and even air, everything is the target it swallows. The crimson-black flame swelled in an instant, entraining countless magma to form a flame python!

And until this moment, those hooded guys discovered the true face of the flame.

"He is crazy! He is fierce!"

The white headgear headed by 　　 roared, then without any hesitation, the wand flicked fiercely, and accompanied by the crackling explosion, it was forced to use the shadow shift to leave here.

The hooded guys who were besieging Mike with him looked at each other, and quickly reacted, and began to flee in a scattered manner.

It's a pity that their movements are obviously a little slower.

The flame python, which was still growing bigger, rushed to them at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his size, his mouth opened sharply, and a large group of fierce fire swallowed them all in an instant!

Mike walked in front of them like a stroll, looking at them coldly, while the fierce flame python was quietly entrenched by Mike's side, like a pet.

Compared with those inanimate stones and soil , the burning speed of these white hoods is obviously much slower. After such a long time, they have not been burned out, many people are even still in flames. Constantly struggling.

This is very unscientific, they should be melted instantly with the fierce ultra-high temperature.

But this is magic, because what Li Huo is burning is not only their bodies, but also their souls.

Fierce fire is a devil flame with cursing power. The creatures that are contaminated by it will not only be burned to death, but even the soul will be burnt completely.

The real soul flies away, not to mention becoming ghosts, they can't even go through the reincarnation that the legend does not know whether it exists or not!

At the same time, the cursing power in the fierce fire will bring pain that is comparable to the heart and wrist bones of the cursed person, and due to the characteristic that the soul needs time to burn, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

It's too cheap to kill them directly. He wants these beasts to taste the pain they have inflicted on others!

For this reason, even if the secret of mastering black magic is exposed, I will not hesitate!

At this time, a "burning man" who was burnt off his whole body skin and was **** and invisible at all, stretched out his hand to Mike with difficulty, and said hoarsely with his burnt vocal cords:

"Help me! I am Barry Flint, the owner of the Flint family! Save me! Save me! As long as you save me, I will give you whatever you want!"

Mike raised his eyebrows and slowly came to squat in front of Flint, and said calmly:

"But, all I want is your life."