In essence, the spell of "Finite" and "Finite" are actually the same spell, and their spells are the same - 'Finite'.

But when several wizards who have a deep understanding of "Finite" join together to cast this spell, it becomes the ultimate version of "Finite", that is, 'Finite'.

However, there are also some powerful wizards who can cast it independently, but they need extremely high proficiency in spells and huge magic power.

Back then in Paris, it was under the leadership of Nicolas Flamel that they and several elite wizards jointly cast "Finite" to extinguish the raging magic flames.

And today, an extremely similar scene finally happened again.

Under the leadership of thirty Aurors, nearly a hundred employees of the Ministry of Magic, strikers, and some enthusiastic foreign spectators took action at the same time, thrusting their wands into the ground with force, and golden light burst out, gradually forming a whole, covering the wall of fire.

The two forces continued to clash, and many wizards' faces turned red, and their hands holding the wands were trembling slightly. Fortunately, most of the Aurors were at a good level. They bore most of the power and gradually suppressed the raging sea of ​​fire.

When the flames were reduced to a controllable range, Fudge quickly asked Kingsley and Dawlish to split a passage for him, and rushed in impatiently, followed by a large group of people.

Then they saw a scene that they would never forget.

Hundreds of wizards were tightly wrapped in the black electric net. In order to save space, many people hugged each other and began to stack up. Dozens of hooded people crawled at the feet of a handsome boy, and their wands were thrown aside casually.

Then, a fierce bloody smell came, which diverted their attention, and then their faces turned pale.

"Merlin..." Fudge's cerebral infarction almost occurred again, and his brain was dizzy.

Broken limbs, flowing intestines, corpses emitting a burnt smell, Fudge couldn't help but hold Kingsley beside him and began to vomit.

"One "one eight zero" eight zero" Crouch, who looked more like a minister than him, strode to Wayne's side and whispered, "Are you okay?"

The boy sighed, "Something happened. These people ruined my good mood. Can you compensate me?"

The corner of Crouch's mouth twitched.

He asked this question unnecessarily.

"Dawlish, control them, groups of ten, confiscate all wands, and try to group people from different countries."

"Kingsley, go find a few Aurors who are proficient in foreign languages ​​to register, see which country the wizards are from, and make a summary for me!"

"Yes!" Both Aurors stood up straight and responded subconsciously.

"Wait a minute! I'm the Minister, Crouch, this is not your responsibility." Fudge, who was still vomiting, held back the last mouthful and forced himself to swallow it back.

Compared to this hellish scene, he was more afraid that Crouch was stealing his spotlight.

Behind him, a slightly strangeA low-pitched female student said, "I think Mr. Crouch's arrangement is reasonable. Is there any problem?"

Fudge turned around and saw the person who spoke, a woman who was ridiculously tall.

On the way here, they met Madam Maxime of Beauxbatons. Fudge didn't want her to come, but she insisted on coming to see if any of her students were in danger. In the end, Fudge could only let it go.

"I overstepped my bounds." Crouch pursed his lips and said seriously, "Then Minister Fudge, please give your instructions."

Fudge blushed and held back for a long time. He just repeated what Crouch had just said and added a sentence to report to him at the end.

In order to avoid embarrassing himself, he quickly pointed at the hooded men and said angrily, "Take off all their masks!"

He had heard from the Aurors that these people were the original culprits. It was because they were so unscrupulous that many people joined them, making the scale of the riots bigger and bigger.

But when the masks were taken off one by one, Fudge's face became more distorted.

Avery, Yaxley, Travers, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle

Fudge's forehead was sweating more, his lips were trembling, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

He had begun to regret why he had revealed the faces of these people in front of so many people.

All of them were pure blood, and there were also a few pure blood wizards from the twenty-eight families... It can be said that... these people were all supporters who supported him to take the throne.

While Arthur was relieved, he shook his head in confusion.

It shouldn't be...

This kind of "big carnival" of the Death Eaters, Crabbe and Goyle came, why was there no sign of Malfoy?

Based on his understanding of Lucius Malfoy, the other party was definitely not such a quiet person. Could it be the two people who escaped in the chaos?

"Are you worried about their identities?"

Fudge nodded subconsciously, then shook his head repeatedly, looked at Wayne who was speaking, and showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "Mr. Lawrence... I am just shocked that they actually did such an excessive thing and caused such a big riot..."

"Minister Fudge." Wayne interrupted him, "Please pay attention to your words, this is a terrorist attack, not a simple riot."

Fudge swallowed his saliva, "No... It's not that serious, they just drank too much and did irrational things, it's not that serious, right?"

The difference between rioting and terrorist attacks is too big, the former does not even need to go to Azkaban, just need to pay some fines.

But terrorist attacks are serious crimes in both the Muggle world and the wizarding world, and they can't escape a trip to Azkaban for further study.

Wayne sneered and pointed at the Roberts family who were still receiving treatment: "Fudge, looking at them, can you still tell that they are gathering to cause trouble?"

To be honest, the guilt of those wizards who joined in the chaos was indeed lighter, they just set fires and shot a few random shotsThey did not participate in the curses and torture of Muggles.

This is also the reason why Wayne did not kill all of them. Life and death are determined by fate. If you die, it's your bad luck.

Of course, he also did not want to cause greater unrest. If hundreds of wizards from their respective countries died on British soil, the wizarding world around the world would definitely be completely detonated, and his peaceful life would be over.

Sometimes, killing people does not solve problems, but brings greater troubles. This is the case now.

But it is not excessive for him to kill all these Death Eaters. The reason why he stayed was because the two Death Eaters who just escaped said that he should hold back a little.

Fudge opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Madame Maxime stood up to support Wayne:

"That's right, for people like this in France, the lightest outcome is to have their wands destroyed and be imprisoned for life!"

Crouch also spoke coldly: "It's the same in Britain, the door of Azkaban is always open for them!"

"Lock them up! Lock them up!"

Suddenly, a roar came from behind them, and everyone turned their heads to see that the wizards who had just fled in panic were back.

"They are all dark wizards! They are demons, and must be severely punished!"

"You rubbish from the Ministry of Magic! The prisoners have been subdued, and you still don't dare to catch them?!"

Fudge was startled by the roars one after another. Looking at the bloodshot eyes and ferocious faces of a large group of wizards, he was frightened and retreated again and again. The Aurors nervously stood between the two sides, fearing that there would be trouble again.

"Don't hesitate, Minister." Kingsley whispered.

Finally, facing the overwhelming public opinion and their resentment, Fudge finally couldn't stand it anymore and shouted: "Lock up all the hooded people and hand them over to the Wizengamot and the Department of Law Enforcement for trial!"

The people then burst into cheers of victory.

The Aurors also breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly took the wizards away.

As for the dead, no one cares now.

Since it has been classified as a terrorist attack, there is no such thing as excessive defense. They deserved to die.

Just when Kingsley and the others wanted to take the Death Eaters away, they were stopped by Wayne.

"I still have a few questions to ask, wait a minute."

Kingsley and the other Aurors did not dare to stop them.

Why should they stop someone who can suppress hundreds of wizards?

Wayne picked a sturdy man at random and pointed at the diamond statues: "You are Goyle's father, right? Do you know the identities of these people?"

"Especially the one who used the killing curse just now."

Goyle's father nodded repeatedly, "That's Flint, and Parkinson, Rozier, Wilson, Zillenberger, Seville, and..."

Crabbe's father on the side quickly added: "And Gibbon."

"Yes, Gibbon! I forgot about him!" Goyle's father said quickly.

"Flint?" Wayne understood instantly, whyThis person would be so hostile to him.

As for the others, Parkinson is also an old acquaintance, and Rosier...

Boggin and Burke's efficiency is not good, why are the Rosier family still jumping around like this.

Seeing that he had no intention of continuing to ask, Kingsley and others dared to take the Death Eaters away.

When all the prisoners were escorted through Wayne, no one dared to look up and look directly at the boy. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, today's experience would be remembered by them forever.

Perhaps it won't be long before Wayne's name will become a taboo in the mouths of many people, just like Voldemort.

No, it would be more appropriate to use Grindelwald as an analogy.

After all, when Voldemort was at his most rampant, his reputation was still limited to the British Isles, and people in other countries only thought he was a cruel dark wizard, without any deeper feelings.

Fudge wanted to talk to him, but Wayne had lost interest. He left the scene with Sirius, who also didn't want to stay.

On the way back, Sirius was very excited and proposed to tutor Harry, but Wayne refused without thinking.

"How can I have so much time to tutor you? Besides, I teach Harry and Malfoy at Hogwarts. Can you come here once a week? Dumbledore won't agree."

Sirius still didn't give up. He thought: "What do you think... I apply for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

"Wouldn't it be much more convenient?"

Wayne looked at him speechlessly: "Let students tutor teachers, you can say that?"

"It seems so... "Sirius smiled awkwardly and could only give up regretfully...

The two of them kept walking and soon returned to the original camp.

Their tent was intact and well protected by the snakes. There were many Hogwarts students gathered near the camp.

When she saw Wayne clearly, Nagini breathed a sigh of relief and dispersed the snakes.

The girls rushed to Wayne as soon as possible, looked at him nervously, and checked if he had any injuries.

"I'm fine." Wayne smiled and said, "They were all drunkards. They couldn't even hold their wands. They were easily subdued in a few strokes."

Sirius opened his mouth. He wanted to say that the group of people were not as bad as Wayne said... But he also knew that Wayne had just made a light-hearted fool of them in order to prevent everyone from being scared.

Seeing Fred and the others hesitated to speak, Wayne knew what they wanted to ask and took the initiative to speak:

"Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory are working with other employees of the Ministry of Magic to maintain order and deal with those criminals. They are not injured."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and Fred asked again: "What about Charlie and the others?"

Wayne frownedAfter thinking for a while, "Bill and Charlie are fine, but Percy was with Crouch and got a little injured on his leg."

Fred was not worried, but sneered: "As expected of Percy Crouch."

When the riot just started, Percy was eager to find Crouch, and this loyal look made the Weasley children feel resentful.

After a few simple words with other classmates he knew, Wayne took everyone back to the tent.

After such a thing, no one was in the mood to sleep, and even planned to go back tonight.

But thinking that Mr. Weasley and the others were still busy, it was not easy to leave at this time, so he could only suppress his irritability and rest reluctantly.

But the room was full of discussions. Sirius was telling Ron and Harry the real process in their room, and they were stunned.

"However, hundreds of wizards' spells were blocked?" Harry couldn't believe his ears.

"Is the Shield Charm so powerful?"

His Shield Charm could only block two or three spells from Malfoy at most, and if hundreds of spells were thrown at him at the same time, he would definitely die immediately.

"It should be an ancient magic." Sirius shook his head, "It's a very beautiful spell, like a galaxy blocking Wayne's way."

"Harry, as long as you follow Wayne and study hard, you will definitely become a powerful wizard. Cherish this precious opportunity."

Sirius has high hopes for Harry's future.

Harry nodded vigorously.

On the other side, after Wayne calmed the girls' mood, he went out of the tent again to check the situation outside.

Then, he Apparated and came to the grove.

There, the two hooded men saw him and crawled on the ground in fear.

Wayne stepped on the top of one of them and pressed his head into the soil.

"Selwyn, I haven't seen you for a year, but you have become more capable..."

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Those who can read more than 1.4 million words are old readers. I will definitely value your opinions.

Many readers are dissatisfied with the fact that the last page took a long time to kill so few people. I will use some words to explain it. After all, many people don't like to read about the author.

First of all, the author's writing skills are not good enough, and the intention is not clear.

The purpose of making a big splash but little rain is actually to show off. These people who survived are seeds, spreading Wayne's influence to their countries.

Secondly, the tone of this book is not the kind of writing that kills people everywhere. I remember that there was a description about this before it was put on the shelves.

The wizard population is small to begin with. If Wayne kills recklessly, people will unconsciously fear him and stay away from him.

Dumbledore will object, and the deans who have taken good care of Wayne will be disappointed. Even if he is invincible,Such a life will not be very happy.

So killing is allowed, but you must find enough reasons, or let everyone think that killing is good or that it is necessary to kill.

Except for those Death Eaters who tortured Muggles, the others were drunk and crazy. If they killed hundreds of people, the book would be completely ruined, and all the characters would have to be changed, and the main plot would be gone.

But I can guarantee that these Death Eaters will not die, just to make them die more miserably and more in the future, and no one will think that Wayne is cruel.

If you have different opinions, I will read them, think about them seriously, and summarize and apply them from the perspective of the overall situation of the book.

For example, the genius idea of ​​giving Grindelwald a gender-changing mint candy (laughing).

Finally, thank you again for seeing this stage. I will try to avoid poison points in the future. After all, I am also a reader of this website who has become an author, and I understand everyone's feelings. .

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