Vol 2 Chapter 551: Burn them to death (modified, sincere thanks to the lord for the cool watermelon...

Professor Flitwick decided that Draco had won the slightly mischievous duel between Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley.
The Weasley twin brothers rushed up to take turns, but even if they were two grades higher than Draco Malfoy, they were still not Draco Malfoy's opponents. They were just stuck with Ron for a while. Laco fell to the ground.
Not only Draco Malfoy, but other exchange students can easily defeat wizards of the same level at Hogwarts. As the former leader of D.A, Harry Potter faced the little black snake Blaise Zabini and was knocked down unconscious by the coma spell cast by the opponent more quickly.
Seeing the grumpy faces of the Gryffindors, Allen gave them another opportunity in another team battle. He moved the combat training style of Durmstrang over and let the students have a game. The game was no longer bound by those tedious etiquettes, and many bunkers and obstacles were created with transformation skills on the field. At this time, many little wizards who had no intention of leaving the field were also interested.
Although only a few selected from the Allen training class and exchange students participated in this battle, they defeated all the dozen little wizards who came to challenge. It's not how strong their magic power is or how superb they master magic, it's all because they have undergone actual combat training that they are better at using bunkers, the division of labor and purpose of spelling are clear, the choice of spelling forms a combination of skills, and of course the cooperation is more tacit. .
The little wizards headed by DA have not received any training in this area. Although there are more people, they have also practiced spell-casting skills and one-on-one skills this semester, but they have no cooperation at all. The scene is actually better than just one-on-one. Behaved more ugly and formed a one-sided situation.
There was silence in the Hogwarts stands, even the Ravenclaws who had been unreservedly supporting Allen's non-camp members. Originally, they supported Alan. The big reason was to trust Alan. Now the gap between the two sides is clearly shown in front of everyone. There is no doubt about the necessity of the establishment of ancient magic classes. "Ancient Magic When the next semester officially starts, I have to go.
This idea took root in the minds of the little wizards.
The previous opponents were pursing their lips and watching all this in the stands. Even if they still hold different opinions on teaching dark magic, at least they have no reason to oppose the fact that Allen wants to teach students fighting skills, cruel. The facts are in front of us. Regardless of the reason or who is responsible for Hogwarts' education, there is indeed a problem.
And on the night after this much-watched game at Hogwarts, in a narrow alley behind a Muggle post office, several figures suddenly appeared in this relatively remote place. All of them were wearing black robes and eating food. The dead.
At this moment, a drunk with brown hair in the distance clearly noticed the movement here. Holding an empty wine bottle, he staggered towards them, but he had no chance to speak, and a green light flashed. , The drunk stiffened and fell to the ground.
"Dirty Muggle Drunkard." Bellatrix Lestrange licked the corner of his lips.
"My dear, well done." Rudolphs licked his lips as she did, and smiled at her flatteringly.
And Bellatrix Lestrange responded by turning her own wand into a whip and drew it towards Rudolphs, but the other party smiled and skilfully avoided the whip. Bellatrix Kers did not continue to pay attention to her husband, but went straight ahead, and then came to the gate of a courtyard at the end of the alley. After a few people dispersed, they began to cast a spell on the house quietly, which lasted for a long time. After time, Bellatrix opened the confined courtyard with a charm.
In the room, the silent man of the Department of Mystery-Broderick Bode, who was gray-faced, was lying on the bed. He was still sad in his sleep. It was only yesterday that he accepted the St. Mungo Hospital from the Umbrella Company. He was discharged from the hospital early because of the new treatment he obtained-until now he didn't know why he went to the prophecy hall of the division to try to touch those prophecy orbs, which caused him to fall into the trap of protecting the prophecy orbs, and for a long time thought he was a teapot.
Suddenly heard the magic alarm sounded when the courtyard door was opened by the curse, Broderick on the bed was awakened, he sat up on the bed, rushed to the window, rubbed his eyes and adjusted to the dim light. He saw several dark figures rushing into the yard.
He squinted his eyes and stared at the shadows, trying to see them carefully. When he could see the appearance of the visitor clearly, he took a breath of cold air, and a trace of coolness swept across his body. He only felt that his legs were soft and his knees did not seem to bend anymore. He had to leave here as soon as possible. The better.
"They set up an anti-phantom shifting array!" Broderick exclaimed after he failed to attempt the Phantom shift escape, and then he thought of looking for a hiding place in the room.
But it was too late. With a "pop", the door of his house was violently kicked open with his foot. Broderick tried to attack the opponent with a spell, but just raised the spell in his hand, he was killed by the opponent. The spell drove the wand away, and at the same time it was tied firmly by a black whip.
Then Broderick found that the other party didn't mean to talk to him at all. He could only watch Rudolph Lestrange cast a flaming curse with a grinning smile-no matter how crackling it was. The explosion sound, or the dazzling orange flame instantly occupied his senses.
Broderick opened his eyes wide in horror, watching the fire surrounding him. He struggled desperately, trying to break free from the shackles of the whip, but the whip did not move. Realizing that death was inevitable, he finally gave up resistance~EbookFREE.me~ and watched the flames beating across his cabinet, and the burning wallpaper curled and melted.
"Why?" Broderick asked the final question to the Death Eaters who were turning and leaving, only the crazy woman laughed crazily, and Rudolphs taunted Lucius Malfoy next to him. : "This idiot hasn't realized that you cast the Imperius Curse before, Lucius, you are too brave."
Broderick, who finally figured out the context of the matter, watched the other party out of the room. The corridor leading to the door also began to burn under the opponent's wand again. He saw the flame jumping from one shelf to another. Even the mirror burned, and Broderick saw that his image in the mirror was dark, with countless beating flames behind.
The fire spread rapidly and filled the entire room. Broderick was choked by the smelly smoke. When the fire snake finally sprinted from the soles of his feet, Broderick’s wailing sound instantly sounded. It gradually weakened again, until there was no sound.
Bellatrix Lestrange and others confirmed his death by staying outside the house. Rudolphs, who was laughing at the fire, turned his wand. He seemed to feel that it was not fun enough, and pointed the wand at the next door. The houses belonging to the Muggles, frantically continued to set fire everywhere with curses, he screamed: "Burn them to death!"
"Rudolphs stop! Don't let you use fierce fire, just don't want to make things big, it doesn't mean you can cast flames at will!" Lucius Malfoy panicked and tried to drag Rudolphs to cast a spell Arm, but was stopped by Bellatrix on the side, "Lucius, why are you so nervous about a bunch of Muggles? Coward, that guy Fudge might even publish in the newspapers that this bunch of Muggles caught fire and killed Bo Germany, let him burn!"