Chapter 532: The Deja Vu Explosion

The genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No advertisements! The traceless stretching spell is an advanced spell that can expand a space that is regarded as a closed space, and according to the caster The proficiency and depth of understanding, this mantra can be repeated and superimposed, and its effect is extraordinary.

Of course, with each additional stack, the difficulty of continuing to stack will rise sharply. Therefore, although this curse has no superposition limit in theory, manpower is sometimes poor after all, and no one has ever found out whether there is a so-called limit for this curse.

By the way, because this curse is likely to be used by those who want to do bad things, the International Federation of Wizards has established a series of clear laws from the very beginning, and it is forbidden for individuals to use it at will.

However, how many guys who really want to use it to achieve certain purposes 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 cast with the Untraceable Stretch Curse, trying to escape the Aurors' pursuit.

This suitcase was originally cursed by Voldemort himself, and the interior space is astonishingly large, comparable to a small Muggle manor. Inside, more than a dozen separate rooms were divided by magic, and even a large living room and front garden were designed. If someone wakes up directly from inside, they may really think that they have been brought to the private house of a certain important person. .

At this moment, five or six Death Eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall, none of them looked very well.

In fact, this is not all the members who escaped from the Ministry of Magic. After leaving the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, more than half of them dispersed separately. In order to complete the secret mission left by their master to the maximum extent, these Death Eaters who are the most loyal and fanatical to Voldemort have already put aside their own life and death, and ran to attract the attention of the outside world in order to cover the people here.

It's just that the group of Aurors may not be satisfactory in terms of fighting, but they have a lot of tools to assist them in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they still couldn't completely get rid of those damned bastards.

From last night to now, Auror has sent four teams to search here, and the number of people will continue to rise. If I had known that when I was first discovered last night, I would have divided up with several people to go out to cover, and I wouldn't be stuck in the suitcase like I am now, completely unable to move.

The companions who were sent out to investigate the situation before have not returned until now, perhaps it is more ominous than good.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer," a dark-skinned Death Eater spoke first, his expression looked distorted, "keep waiting, sooner or later this place will be destroyed by those proud Ro found it."

Now that Voldemort was gone, the tall Yaxley seemed to be the leader of the pack. He still looked calm - at least calmer than the others here, but a little restlessness was still lingering in his heart, making him unable to think about problems as usual.

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

"Then when is the time?" Dolokhov obviously has the kind of temperament that is prone to anger, and under the current situation, he is almost unable to suppress his depressed mood.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Screw their heads off!"

Following Dolohov's words came Gore and Crabbe, a pair of big-armed guys. They, like their respective sons, had initially spent their days with Lucius Malfoy.

However, not only do they have a strong body that ordinary wizards don't have, but their heads are also full of useless muscles. For Lucius, they don't have the so-called loyalty, and they have been recruited by Voldemort long ago.

"Shut up you two." Yaxley didn't even look at them.

Although Nadolokhov is often irritable, at least he still has a brain,

Unlike these two guys, they only have strength that is useless to wizards. It's the "brains the size of a troll" thing that makes them stand here with everyone else - at least they're usually quite obedient, aren't they?

"Dolohov, bear with me—Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed hat on her head and said softly Said, "I think Mulciber's ability should not be so easy to be caught by Aurors. What he is best at is muddying the water, isn't he?"

"Humph."

Dolokhov stroked the stubble on his chin, snorted impatiently, but made no rebuttal. Obviously, he is quite convinced of the ability of that Mulciber, after all, he is the one who is best at the Imperius Curse among them.

"He'd better come back soon, or we're going to be dead in this suitcase," he added impatiently.

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he knew that Dolokhov was right.

In the current situation, they have no way to escape. Not to mention that the continuous apparition before had made them exhausted, even if they manifested to other places now, they would still be quickly found by Auror's detection tools.

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

"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley gritted his teeth suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice, "If Mulciber doesn't come back within the next twenty minutes..."

He paused, then turned his head and glanced at the innermost room in the living room.

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

What is the final solution? No one would ask that question, because even fools like Goyle and Crabbe had already firmly remembered what they were supposed to do under the weight of Voldemort.

Perhaps the final plan would allow everyone here to be taken back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into Azkaban, which had been fortified several times, but this group of desperadoes would not hesitate at all.

This is all for their only master, the great king of dark wizards - Voldemort.

Each of them firmly believed that their Lord Dark Lord would come again. And all they have to do is to complete the tasks their master left them, and wait for the return of the master with peace of mind.

When Yaxley mentioned the "final plan", all the Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door in the back of the living room. And in their eyes, there is only endless fanaticism.

...

On the other hand, as the hope in the hearts of those Death Eaters, Mulciber was working tirelessly. However, he was not trying to use the Imperius Curse to control Muggles and cause riots, but trying to run away in the messy shanty town.

Speaking of which, he did successfully control nearly ten Muggle men and women at the beginning, and he was still trying to double this number several times. In his plan, he wanted to control these Muggles to deliberately run on the streets, so as to make the Aurors mistakenly think that there was a certain street, and the Muggle Repelling Curse was invalidated.

It would be great if those Aurors could be fooled, but if they weren't, it would also delay a lot of time. If enough gaps can be created, they may be able to find a gap to evacuate here.

It's a pity that his plan just started, and Maka sensed the magic fluctuation of the Imperius Curse. Immediately afterwards, Maca asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after the other.

"It's not necessary to actually chase him. As long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, our goal will be half achieved."

These were Maca's original words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agreed very much. So, when they were chasing forward, Maca walked around from the side alone, silently staring at the sneaky guy.

However, the wretched-looking Death Eater was obviously not an idiot either. He was cautious enough to not immediately run towards the shed where the suitcase was placed, but chose a completely different direction.

Maca stepped on the magic book and followed not far from Mulciber. He can be sure that the hiding place of those Death Eaters will never be too far away from the place just now, and now, this guy has been chased by Sirius and the others for a long distance.

"never mind."

Since he couldn't find the target in the most convenient way, he didn't want to follow others around in circles anymore. However, he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, and a whole-body binding spell fell silently on the back of Mulciber, firmly restricting his ability to move.

With a muffled "bang", Mulciber put his limbs together, fell to the ground like a statue, and hit a certain ceiling in front of him with inertia.

The simple hut here was not strong at all, and half of it collapsed immediately after he hit it like this.

Maca's movements didn't stop at all, he just cast the spell a moment before, and he arrived at the place where Mulciber fell the next moment. Although more than half of that guy was crushed under the wooden planks, and the dust billowed up all over the sky, it was still easy to find him.

It's just that Maca underestimated the determination of these desperadoes this time. When he found a wave of restless magic power suddenly stirred up, it was too late to stop it.

"boom!"

A violent explosion sounded suddenly under the collapsed scaffolding, followed by a heat wave and the monstrous flames that obscured the sight.

This time the explosion came and went quickly, and its power could not be called that strong. As far as Maca estimated, even a slightly stronger Iron Armor Curse was enough to make people safe and sound. But its range seems to be quite wide. If it really spreads its destructive power, it can almost affect the entire shanty town nearby.

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