Chapter 660 Launch

Hastings, Holiday Park.

Kingsley hid behind the bushes, raised his head and took a deep breath. The damp and rotten smell lingered at the tip of his nose and was becoming more and more intense. The temperature nearby was dropping rapidly. These signs all indicated the same thing - the Dementors were approaching.

He held his wand upright in front of him, and with the sound of steady incantations, invisible barriers gradually spread:

"【Safeguard】"

"【Muggle Shield】"

"【Muggle Expel】"

"【Close Ears and Block Listening】"

"..."

In the open space in the park, some Muggles suddenly woke up from the frenetic festival atmosphere, rubbed their arms to relieve the goose bumps caused by the cold, and some looked up at the thick black clouds in the sky, and suddenly felt a sense of boredom in their hearts. They grumbled a few words and began to leave in groups.

In just a few minutes, the originally lively and crowded event site became empty.

The figures wearing cloaks and hoods also noticed something was wrong. Someone lifted his hood and laughed grimly: "Why is it over? The real party is just starting now!"

"【Reappearance of the Corpse】"

With a sharp shout, the wand that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic pointed at the thick black clouds, and brilliant light gushed out. The green light gathered into a giant python, drilling in and out of the eye sockets and mouth holes of the terrifying giant skull. The Dark Mark instantly covered the sky.

Some Muggles who had not left yet exclaimed, staring at the sky with their eyes wide open, and some even froze in their places.

The Dark Mark was like an open invitation. The dark wizards and werewolves lurking in the dark saw the signal and came to the banquet in an endless stream. With the sound of Apparitions, more and more hooded figures appeared in the park.

Some alert young people noticed something was wrong and took out their mobile phones to call the police, but they soon found that the communication tools in their hands could not connect to the outside world. There was no signal. The screen flashed twice and then suddenly went out.

The temperature dropped rapidly and thick fog suddenly descended.

The cold and damp fog covered the street lights, extinguished the bonfire, obscured the Dark Mark, and silently swallowed up all the light. The black clouds became thicker and darker, and even lightning could not penetrate.

The Dementors have arrived.

On the seats beside the road, several young people dressed as vampires huddled together to keep warm. One of them was wearing a high-necked windbreaker. The young man with a pale face shivered and pulled his clothes tightly to slow down the loss of heat. Suddenly, his eyes rolled up and his whole body limply fell back.

The two young men who squeezed on both sides of him looked at him in horror, and then their eyes also rolled up. The trachea continued to make the sound of air exhaling. There was only exhalation, no inhalation. It seemed that some invisible ghost thing was in front of him, absorbing something equally invisible in their bodies.

This is the good time they carefully selected, the time of Halloween celebration, the occasion with a large number of people, the rich joyful mood still retains the tempting aroma, and the evil monsters enjoy this delicious meal wantonly.

One after another, bodies fell into the black fog, the temperature was getting lower and lower, the smell of dampness and decay was getting stronger and stronger, and the corpses and monsters covered under the black cloak, as if they were fished out of the sea, roared with joy.

"[Expediment]"

The crisp sound rang out, and strands of silver light gathered into a long-eared rabbit. The silver mist pushed away the black mist, and the clear light illuminated a small area. Although it could only be maintained within a few feet, the agile rabbit could break through the thick fog and illuminate a large distance with a jump.

The Auror team followed the rabbit in tacit cooperation. If they found Muggles, they would search and rescue immediately, and if they found dark wizards, they would attack immediately.

However, the next second, the Aurors following the Patronus were stunned. No matter whether they were Muggles or dark wizards, everyone in sight was surrounded by dozens of Dementors, because dark wizards could not summon Patronus, and they could not resist with their wands in their hands, and were sucked unconscious.

The Aurors were a little confused for a while, they didn't have to fight at all.

"Rufus, something is wrong!" Kingsley waved his wand and appeared in front of Scrimgeour, his voice slightly hoarse, "These Dementors indiscriminately attack all those who are not protected by the Patronus, they seem to be completely out of control!"

"Not out of control, this is the order they received...."

Scrimgeour's voice was difficult, and his solemn and deep face was illuminated by the light of the Patronus, his brows were tightly knitted together, his mind experienced a brief confusion, forcing himself to calm down and sort out the situation tonight.

This group of dark wizards were abandoned baits and also the nourishment of Dementors.

And the Ministry of Magic was the big fish that took the bait.

Voldemort, who had been worried, did not show up from beginning to end.

Scrimgeour's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley. He observed that the cold fog around him had begun to fade, and the Dementors were being driven away. He vaguely understood that this operation had ended inexplicably.

Most of the Muggles had been taken away through Apparition, and most of the dark wizards had been controlled.

As for the remaining few, they had all their emotions absorbed by the Dementors, completely lost their reason, and became empty shells without souls.

Those bodies that collapsed on the ground like corpses came into view, and Scrimgeour naturally thought of some frightening scenes. He closed his eyes painfully and ordered in a deep voice: "Contact the Ministry immediately to confirm the situation!"

Kingsley also looked solemn and nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he and Scrimgeour suddenly raised their heads, their eyes penetrating the thin mist and looking at the sky.

Their pupils suddenly contracted, and the eyes reflected the blazing flames, as if something like a meteor was approaching rapidly, and the air continued to emit a dull roar.

…

"Confirm the location of the incident, Hastings Holiday Park...

"Half an hour ago, the police station received a call for the alarm, but it was quickly disconnected...

"Send someone to investigate the scene. The supernatural phenomenon suspected of wizard activity has occurred. The on-site commander replied that they could not enter the park.

"Forcing the investigator in will cause unexplained cognitive errors. The investigator will return on his own and completely lose the relevant memory.

"…"

At 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister quietly listened to the military report with a slight electric sound in the telephone receiver, and tapped the documents on the table with his fingers. It was a summary and analysis report of unsolved cases in recent months.

The mysterious fog lingered on the edge of the border, and in recent months, it has caused hundreds of vegetative injuries and disabilities, and the cause cannot be found out.

Thefts, robberies, missing persons, and unexplained murders occurred frequently.

After a brief moment of thought, the Prime Minister suddenly remembered the meeting a few months ago, and the words of Minister Scrimgeour echoed in his ears.

The most powerful dark wizard in history...

"... Complete deployment, waiting for confirmation."

"Launch."