Chapter 511 Panic

"Morsmorder (Reappearance of the Corpse)!"

The sound of this spell did not attract much attention, but the effect of the spell greatly stimulated the nerves of the wizards.

A group of cute green light quickly rushed to the sky from the other side of the ruins, like a green line connecting the ground and the sky.

When everyone's attention was focused on how to escape, in the next second, a huge green skull appeared in the dark clouds.

It was like a huge skull made of countless green star-like things, and a big python came out of the skull's mouth like a tongue.

The wizards present suddenly seemed to be petrified. These wizards looked at the sky in disbelief. Whether they were experienced wizards or not, through the explanation of their ancestors, there were legends about the Dark Mark and the power of that person, which were remembered by the wizarding world.

The exceptions to these were all sealed in the deepest part of the library, together with the ancient darkness.

Just like the constellations that lit up in the sky, symbolizing disaster and destruction, the green skull injected the deepest fear into everyone's heart.

All of this was done by Voldemort's minions.

The symbol of fear illuminated half of the sky, half of the ruins.

Sirius stood quietly on the ruins, Fleur was rushing over, and Harry was circling in the sky, and there was a mess in front of them.

The ruins buried Fanlin and Hermione together. These broken walls, whether characters or scenery, all complemented the skull in the sky.

It was like a painting, which would give people an illusion that they were originally one.

Harry and a few others fell from the sky, and they stood next to Sirius.

Harry's forehead began to hurt hotly, just like when he had a nightmare, he saw Voldemort's appearance, or heard his voice, and saw a green light.

For Harry, anything related to Voldemort was the reason for the pain of the scar.

This made Harry helpless, like a sword hanging over his heart.

"That is..."

"Dark Mark..." Ron said in a trembling voice.

"It is the mark of that man. Only he and his followers can use it. This is their mark, this group of Death Eaters." Sirius took a breath.

This is an activity planned by the Death Eaters, those bastards, and Sirius knew that Voldemort was not really dead.

He must talk to Dumbledore.

Obviously, the wizards behind him also knew about such things, and there were legends about that mark and that person.

Everyone fell into silence for a short time, and I don’t know which female wizard suddenly let out a long scream, and then the crowd broke out into a bigger riot, which was more serious than the previous riot.

This is Voldemort and his followers, which is enough for everyone to express their panic without reservation.

"You guys, go and maintain order." A wizard with an extremely serious face squeezed out of the crowd.

Percy stepped forward, Barty Crouch was his idol.

All the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic began to move here.

In fact, they were heading here before, but they were not so urgent.

The Ministry of Magic simply did not have enough manpower.

Harry saw a large number of wizards disappear out of thin air, and then reappear not far away. Too many people changing their shapes and shadows always lead to accidents.

Harry was lucky enough to see the wizard who left part of the magic sticker, but no one saved him at this time.

If someone saw such a scene normally, they would still pay attention and feel scared, but tonight's excitement was too much. This venue collapsed more than half under the magic of Fanlin, and the death of an individual was not something worth noting.

It seemed that Mr. Crouch was struggling to maintain order. At this juncture, the Ministry of Magic's constraints were no longer useful.

Fudge took over his job. At this time, the Minister of Magic should stand up.

"All the remaining Aurors, follow me." Crouch walked over quickly, his expression serious, holding a wand in his hand.

Only Sirius and Harry and a few others were in the ruins.

"Tell me, who summoned it." Crouch looked a little crazy. He was too far away before and didn't know the situation here.

"Calm down, these are children, even if they fell from the sky."

"Tell me, who is it..." Barty Crouch had a cold face, and he pointed his wand at several people around him.

"They were here before... to rescue Fanlin!" Fleur came over quickly, "The Dark Mark couldn't have been sent by them."

"You are... Veela?"

"Veela blood." Fleur replied.

Barty Crouch didn't seem to believe it completely, and he still pointed at several children.

"Enough, Barty!" Sirius said rudely, "They don't even know what's going on. Could it be that I summoned it, or Fanlin who was suppressed below and fighting the dark wizard, not to mention, he is Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" Barty Crouch was slightly stunned. He looked at it carefully. The lightning scar could not deceive people.

Barty Crouch nodded. He was just asking. With Sirius here, it was impossible...

"All Aurors, follow me over there." Barty Crouch said.

Everyone followed, but Sirius did not move.

"I want to stay here. Fanlin is still trapped down there." Sirius had a gloomy face.

Crouch paused. He didn't think the boy would survive. He saw some of the previous battles, but he was outside the stadium and was entangled by several vampires.

"Wait a minute... Mr. Crouch..." Harry said quickly, "I don't think you need to chase him. I saw a man over there in the ruins."

Harry pointed to the other side of the ruins. "This spell should be cast by him, but he disappeared soon."

"Disapparated?"

"Apparition!" Harry said affirmatively.

"This is impossible..." said an Auror. "There is a magic circle here, which prohibits..."

"This damn magic circle is useless. I can Apparition at any time now, and are you blind?" Sirius shouted unceremoniously.

The Auror was stunned for a moment, and then he realized his mistake, but he was still a little angry at Sirius. (To be continued)