Chapter 355 The Dark Mark

At last, at last, the tent was reached, but no one wanted to sleep.

In addition to the joy of winning the game, more importantly, the deployment of various defensive arrangements tonight.

In order to prevent accidents, Morgan Le Fay took his youngest daughter Emily and eldest daughter Daisy into the tower to escape.

Allen thought of the previous dream, and tried his best to persuade Luna and Hermione to let them enter the tower to rest.

Before going in, Hermione didn't forget to take her Crookshanks.

Owen Harris also began to summon various subordinates to deploy various tasks in the name of preventive drills.

Allen also left the tent. He disappeared directly and entered the gorgeous tent next door.

Lucius was wearing a black cloak, with the hood of the cloak covering his light blond hair.

"Lucius, be careful." Narcissa Black Malfoy held his hand worriedly.

"Honey, take care of Draco." Lucius kissed his wife's cheek lightly and walked out of the tent.

Allen followed behind him silently.

"At the camp... someone caught a family of Muggles..." A man who also wore a hood on his head and a mask on his face rushed over excitedly and said to Lucius.

Lucius immediately quickened his pace and rushed to the camp.

Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, distorted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes, Governed by invisible strings that shoot into the air from their wands. Two of the figures were small.

A marcher below uses a magic wand to drop a woman in the air onto her head. Her pajamas fell down to reveal a pair of fancy panties, and she struggled to cover herself as the crowd below happily screamed and booed.

Aaron saw Malfoy raise his wand, and the smallest Muggle child in mid-air—the child, sixty feet above the ground, began to spin like a top, his head limply tilted this way, now to that side.

"According to the previous plan, everyone started to act. Those who were assigned to large forces continued to destroy, and those who were assigned to individual actions were responsible for disrupting the Aurors' sight and hearing. Be careful to move your position more often, so as not to be caught." A muffled voice said in the The crowd rang.

Lucius Malfoy pulled away immediately, and Alan quickly followed.

As Lucius left in the opposite direction of the main force, he set the roadside tent on fire with his wand. Several tents were on fire, and the screaming became louder.

Allen gritted his teeth and continued to follow him.

When entering the dense forest, a disarming spell hit Lucius, his wand flew out in a whirl, the whole person was hit by a big banyan tree, and his mask fell off his face.

Allen emerged, appeared in front of him, and picked up his wand.

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, I saw everything just now." Alan narrowed his eyes and said.

"I want to ask you, Alan Harris, why are you following me?" Lucius rubbed his chest hit by the wand, and stood up with support.

Allen's wand was pointed at his chest, and he immediately dared not move any further.

"Mr. Malfoy, tomorrow you can see your commendation in the newspaper, as a thank you for informing the Ministry of Magic in advance of the troubles tonight."

Allen's voice was neither soft nor heavy, but Lucius seemed to have been hit by a sledgehammer, and his already pale skin looked even less bloody.

"Did you know that the diary you stuffed into Ginny Weasley's hand was one of Tom Riddle's horcruxes?" Allen stared into Lucius' eyes, and it was no surprise that he saw the fear in his eyes. There was a glow in his eyes.

"What did you say?! That thing is..." Lucius couldn't believe it.

"How do you think Voldemort will treat the person who broke his soul fragment and his family?" Allen chuckled.

"What do you want?" After a brief panic,

Lucius calmed down. He realized that Allen must have other plans to say such things to him.

"You're going to see my father tomorrow—Owen Harris." After seeing Lucius nodding slightly, Allen returned Lucius' wand back.

When Allen was about to leave, he paused and said to Lucius: "Uncle Lucius, do you know that the Aurors have already laid out their plans and are just waiting for you to take the bait? I followed you because I I can't bear to see Draco Malfoy lose his father so early, and even though my mother doesn't have a good relationship with his cousin, your wife can be regarded as a distant relative of our Harris..."

Without looking at Lucius' face again, Alan disapparated and disappeared from the spot.

While Allen was talking to Malfoy, Mr. Harris heard singing and strange crashing sounds from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

Faintly, they heard screams and people running in panic.

"That's it, let's take action." Mr. Harris made a final decision, and everyone rushed out of the tent immediately.

By the light of the few campfires that were still burning, Albert saw people running towards the woods, as if fleeing from something that was moving towards them over the camp.

It flashed strangely and made a sound like a gun being fired.

Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around.

This is an extremely huge skeleton, which is composed of countless green star-like things. A large python protrudes from the mouth of the skeleton, like a tongue.

While Allen and the others were watching, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

Penello is still stationed under the iron-gray giant eagle sculpture, which is her observation point and cannot leave without authorization.

A plump dove squats on top of a giant eagle sculpture. As if frightened by this pop-colored skull that suddenly appeared, a lump of pigeon feces slowly slid down the giant eagle's eyes, like a line of pure white tears.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from Penello's collar. She lowered her head, facing the collar, her red lips moved slightly, and disappeared from the spot without a trace.

The colored lights that had previously illuminated the way to the stadium have now been extinguished. Dark figures staggered through the woods, children cried, and anxious cries and voices echoed in the cold night air.

In the camp, the line under the Muggles was bigger than before.

Some wizarding staff from the Ministry of Magic tried desperately to rush in and approach the hooded wizards in the middle, but had great difficulty.

It looked as if they were afraid to perform any magic for fear of making the Muggles fall.

Just when he was helpless, the sound of neat and rhythmic leather boots came from a distance, quickly approaching here.