Chapter 161 Hello, Mr. Malfoy (Paying Back 140, Resigning as the Leader of CK)

"Too abominable!" Hermione gritted her teeth and took out her wand, her hands trembling.

Magic is not something that should be abused like this.

Ron was about to rush out with a cold face.

Harry pressed their heads one by one and pushed them into the tent: "Those people are all good, don't be impulsive, you are still a little bit behind now."

"Safety is the most important thing."

"The Ministry of Magic has a lot of people here, maybe we can try to trust them."

Having said this, he stopped abruptly, raised his hand to circle Hermione's head, pressed hard, and squatted down together. A spell rubbed the place where Hermione's head was just now, and fell on the tent. The flames burned fiercely, and the lion statue twisted in the flames.

"Very good, it seems that they are here to find me." Harry raised his head, his pupils were cold, and raised his hand to put Quinn on himself, "You go back to the tent."

"Harry." Hermione held the wand.

"Go back, you are not his target." Harry stared at the group of people. The leader looked a little hunched, playing with his wand, his face hidden under the mask, but his playful eyes could not be concealed, and fell directly on him.

"Are these people here to find you?" Hermione took a deep breath.

"Call Sirius and Lupin." Harry put the Gryffindor sword back and pulled out the snake bone sword. "Hermione, use the Patronus to call Mr. Arthur."

Hermione nodded and responded: "Be careful, there are many of them."

George and Fred were ready to rush over together, but were kicked back by Harry.

"Are you Harry Potter?" The leader lowered his voice, looked at Harry who walked to them, and asked, "Lion-like eyes, I heard that you are the most orthodox Gryffindor? The recognized"

Harry interrupted him: "Illiterate with no knowledge, lions have round pupils."

The man was startled, he opened his mouth: "The recognized heir of Gryffindor?"

"So you don't admit your mistakes, and plan to play dumb and get away with it?" Harry sneered.

Suddenly, a spell was cast in the crowd.

Heart-piercing!

"Why waste your time talking to him!" Someone shouted, but it was not the one who cast the spell.

Harry dodged sideways and gently wiped his wand.

Mud Curse.

The terrain where the group of people stood collapsed, and several people screamed and struggled to run out in panic.

Only a few people cast armor spells on themselves first.

Magic power is useless.

Harry waved his wand, and with a few whooshes, the empty tents around him twisted. The wooden bars gathered around like spines, like a cage, imprisoning these people.

"Are you looking for death, Potter?" The leader waved his wand, and the magic power was a little clumsy, but it smoothly turned the ground under his feet back into hard soil.

The others were reminded by this man's action.

Several spells stopped immediately, and the effect of the mud curse disappeared.

There were still some people.

Heart-breaking, soul-out, blasting spells, several black magics shot towards Harry, colorful and extremely dangerous.

Harry dodged lightly by turning sideways: "More people does not mean more power."

He waved his wand.

The cage closed inward.

A curtain flew, rolled up the Roberts family, wrapped them tightly, and put them behind the tent beside.

Alder!

He raised his hand again, and the power of the seal surged and hit them. Even with the armor spell on their bodies, they staggered and collided like dominoes, pressing on the increasingly tight cage, and blood splashed.

The wooden thorn pierced through the chests of several people.

Harry waved his sword and ran towards the nearest person.

"Don't let him get close, Potter knows swordsmanship!" Someone shouted in fear, and the voice sounded a little familiar.

"Destroy the cage." The person whose chest was pierced raised his wand, aimed at the cage, and fired a blasting spell, blasting a gap the size of a head.

The few people on the outermost side raised their wands, ready to deal with Harry.

Cruciatus!

In their spell book, this seemed to be ranked first.

In the small space, the spells that they thought they would definitely hit all passed by Harry's body. His steps were agile, and under the light of the fire and moonlight, he was even more graceful than the dancing of the veela.

The thick snake-bone sword turned in his hand, looking softer than silk. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of them, easily cutting a man's chest, leaving a narrow and deep scar.

"It's poisonous!" The man screamed in fear, his body limp, and fell to the ground, "Quick, save me, the sword is poisonous."

The poison of the basilisk was insidious and vicious.

Almost instantly made him lose all his strength.

But no one paid attention to him, and the others tried their best to avoid Harry's sword, which now seemed to be an elegant but extremely dangerous dance.

Boom--

The cage was finally blown open by them.

They jumped, crawled, and rolled, escaping from the cage, shouting and panicking, their faces covered by masks, but their emotions were on the surface.

Only the man who shouted at the beginning had the courage to raise his wand and face Harry directly.

But he seemed to have not cast a spell for a long time.

The Transfiguration Charm was unfamiliar, and the intention to fight was obvious. Harry waved his wand casually, and the Transfiguration creature restrained all his actions. At this moment, there was a snap, followed by a strong magical force pushing, forcing Harry to take two steps back.

A hand, a withered, thin hand, grabbed the wrist of the leader, and with another snap, it disappeared.

House elves!

This creature again.

The leader disappeared, and the others fled everywhere.

Harry raised his wand.

The cage dispersed and turned into pythons, crawling in all directions to catch those who escaped.

Far away, a hundred meters away.

There was a light "pop", magic surged, and the breath leaked out. It was the person who had just slipped away. Harry threw himself back and avoided the "heart-breaking bone". His robes swam and made two hissing sounds. He flew towards the man and trotted away himself.

"Potter, tonight is a meeting gift for you." The man raised his wand.

The emotion behind the mask is ferocious.

"The bones reappear!"

He shouted, and a spell shot into the air.

The dark smoke surged, exuding an evil and ominous aura. It was a huge skull with a long snake swallowing in its mouth.

A mark.

Before the cloth strip could fly to the man, the elf disapparated and disappeared with him.

Harry spat, and there was no longer that person's breath nearby. He quickly turned around and looked at the people running around. Some of them had disappeared, leaving only the original position of the cage, where the wizard had been slashed by a sword, poisoned by snake venom, and was dying. .

A few others seemed to want to take off their disguises and disappear into the panicked crowd.

The most familiar breath is closest to me.

Harry waved his wand, and the strips of cloth turned into robes changed direction, flying and piercing the damaged tent, grabbing the wizard who had not had time to change clothes, and grabbed the tent curtains together, and fiercely Smashed to the ground.

at the same time.

More than a dozen wizards fell next to Harry.

"Collapse!"

Almost as soon as they landed, they raised their wands, pointed them at the person wrapped in them, and chanted a spell.

With a click, Quen was shattered by the first few spells. The huge air wave pushed the first group of people to stagger back. The armor spells bounced away the remaining spells. Unfortunately, several people suffered disaster. They were hit by the stun spells and fell limply. on the ground.

They also recite the incantation.

"Look at people clearly." Harry spoke softly, with a gentle tone.

The expressions of several Aurors suddenly changed.

One person exclaimed: "Stop, it's Mr. Potter!"

Someone explained to him dryly: "Mr. Potter, we didn't mean it, but someone said that there are dark wizards making trouble here and the light is too dark."

"And brainless," Harry added for him.

The man's face became embarrassed: "And we were a little too impatient and took action without understanding the situation clearly."

Harry waved his hand, raised his wand, and pointed not far away: "I saved those ordinary people. I was afraid that they would run around and get into trouble, so I tied them up in that curtain."

Then he pointed at the man lying on the ground: "One of them was hit by my sword. No one saved him. He is lying there. It is snake venom. If there is an antidote for him, he can still survive."

One person's expression changed, and while searching for an antidote in his robe, he ran towards the dark wizard.

"There is another one, the one I caught, alive, not poisoned, not injured." Harry lowered his head and looked at the man who was tightly tied and stepped on, with the mask still on his face.

Someone noticed the mark in the sky and his expression changed: "Mr. Potter, that is"

Harry turned around, and the mark of the snake spitting out of his mouth had not disappeared: "It was done by the leader of the group that caused the trouble. He said it was a meeting gift for me. Do you know what it is?"

"It's the Dark Mark." The man's face turned pale and his voice trembled, "It's the symbol of the mysterious man."

Fear filled his heart, spilled out of his eyes, and spread to others.

"So, these people are Death Eaters tonight?" Harry lowered his head and continued to look at the person he caught.

The Aurors said nothing and made no move.

His face was miserable, and just a mark intimidated them to the point where it was almost impossible to move.

"Then let's see who this old friend is." Harry continued softly. With a wave of his wand, a piece of cloth came out and lifted the mask off the man's face, revealing a head of short and medium-length light blond hair. A pair of gray eyes, and a fairly handsome, but thin, pale face.

Among the Aurors, someone took a breath.

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

Harry smiled slightly: "Oh, it's you."

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"Repaying the debts of the Potter family puts so much pressure on you that you have to do these despicable things to earn some meager extra money?"

Lucius Malfoy said nothing, his eyes were dull and confused.

"Mr. Malfoy may be controlled by the Imperius Curse." An Auror spoke cautiously and tentatively.

Harry shook his head.

He was not blind, and there was no magic in Lucius that belonged to anyone else in his senses.

The Auror who rescued people ran back with a gloomy expression: "That person is Mr. Avery."

Avery.

This is another famous name in the wizarding world. Like Malfoy, it belongs to a very prestigious pure-blood family.

"By the way, I have something else." Harry said, about to say it.

Two Ministry of Magic officials arrived, their brows furrowed and anxious expressions on their faces.

"Potter?" One of them was Ludo, his tone was surprised, "Why are you here? Is this all..."

The Auror explained to Harry.

Ludo nodded and breathed a sigh of relief: "I thought Mr. Potter, God, how could I have such a damn idea?"

"Who is this?" Harry looked at the man next to Ludo.

"Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department." Ludo introduced enthusiastically.

Harry nodded slowly: "Mr. Crouch, who let the house elf take the seat and didn't come himself."

Crouch nodded stiffly, his eyes focused more on Malfoy.

"I have another piece of news to tell you." Harry looked at Crouch and said softly, "The leader of this group of Death Eaters just now was rescued by a house elf. I remember its smell and appearance."

"Mr. Crouch."

Suddenly, when Harry called out his name, he subconsciously raised his head and looked at Harry.

Harry continued: "That house elf is yours, the one called "Winky"."

Crouch's eyes changed, with shock, panic, and anger, but there was no look called "unexpected".