bioinnovel Chapter 256 The Black Mark
Chapter 256 The Black Mark
Chapter 256 The Black Mark
Heartbreaking cries and panicked screams filled the air.
The World Cup campsite descended into chaos, flames shot into the sky, and people scattered and fled.
The panicked crowd ran around like headless flies, despite holding magic wands, they couldn't muster the courage to resist.
The more cowardly and weak they were, the more arrogant and conceited the group slowly moving through the camp became.
The wizards, all wearing hoods and black robes, huddled together, each holding a wand, their loud laughter growing increasingly unrestrained.
As they passed each tent, these wizards, disguised as Death Eaters, would raise their wands and set everything in their path ablaze, then burst into extremely arrogant laughter.
Above the group of people, four figures were struggling and floating in the air—the campsite manager, Mr. Roberts, and his family!
Four poor, innocent Muggles were controlled by a wizard and floated in mid-air, where they were wantonly humiliated by their fellow magical beings.
Mr. Roberts was bent backward, his body twisted into an "O" shape; Mrs. Roberts was upside down, her nightgown hanging down, revealing her underwear underneath.
The more the Muggle couple struggled, the more excited the wizard who had insulted them became. The group shouted and jumped for joy, and set more tents on fire.
And the Roberts' two children, the youngest boy who looked no more than six or seven years old, still couldn't escape the dark wizard's clutches.
The youngest child was floating sixty feet in the air, his small body spinning rapidly like a top. The poor child couldn't even cry out.
The group of dark wizards laughed even harder, their faces, hidden by hoods and masks, revealing cruel pleasure.
Wearing hoods and black robes, attacking others indiscriminately and torturing Muggles for amusement, these dark wizards are exactly like the Death Eaters.
Faced with a group of villains who appeared to be Death Eaters, the people in the camp dared not fight back. They simply ran away, trying to get as far away from these dark wizards who exuded a dangerous aura as possible.
Worse still, the ranks of dark wizards causing the riots are growing larger and larger, with more and more people choosing to join the revelry.
As a result, the first batch of Ministry of Magic officials who arrived at the scene were blocked by the crowd and unable to break through the throng to get close to the group of dark wizards in the center.
Moreover, with the Muggle Roberts family of four floating above the heads of those dark wizards, the Ministry of Magic officials were hesitant to cast spells for fear of inadvertently harming them.
They were afraid of hurting the unfortunate family of four.
Just as the Ministry of Magic officials at the scene were at a loss, a familiar voice rang out from the campsite, echoing between the damaged tents: "I am Belvina Black. Orders: The Unforgivable Charm is authorized to be used against the Death Eaters. Anyone who dares to defy the Ministry of Magic will be killed on the spot!"
At the same time, the acacia wood wand points to the sky and the sunlight shines brightly!
During foggy times, a dazzling "day" illuminates the night sky, making the entire campsite as bright as day, so bright that people can't open their eyes.
While everyone was either looking down or covering their eyes, Belvina waved her wand again, and the Roberts family of four, who were floating in mid-air, flew swiftly toward Belvina's location.
The tormented Roberts family was finally saved; they were finally freed from the control of the dark wizard.
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was avoiding the blinding light, Felix and the others who had arrived with Belvina rushed into the crowd first.
Including Felix Ferguson, there were only seven or eight of them, but they rushed to the group of dark wizards in an instant, like tigers among sheep.
The group blocking the way, as well as those who joined the "revelry" later, dared not stop Felix and his law enforcement team.
Firstly, they were blinded by the sudden white light; secondly, any resistance would be met with immediate execution, and they dared not gamble their lives on whether the Ministry of Magic would show mercy.
With Belvina's order to "kill on the spot" and her powerful burst of light, the other Ministry of Magic officials on the scene instantly found their leader.
The moment their eyes adjusted to the light, they desperately rushed into the crowd, constantly getting closer to the group of dark wizards in the very center.
Anyone who dares to block our path will be met with a simple hand gesture; anyone who dares to retaliate will be instantly rendered unconscious by a spell.
Even if something goes wrong, Miss Blake will take care of it. What's there to be afraid of? Just do it!
The other Ministry of Magic officials who arrived at the scene later did not charge into the crowd like madmen, but stayed on the periphery to control the situation.
Ministry of Magic officials who arrived one after another either evacuated the crowd, checked the injured, or arrested criminals who took advantage of the chaos. They surrounded the scene to prevent the situation from getting out of control again.
By this time, the group of hooded black wizards in the very center had long lost their previous arrogance.
They were as arrogant and conceited as they were when they were causing trouble, and now they are all starting to think about how to get out.
They never imagined that the Ministry of Magic would react so quickly tonight, and act so ruthlessly and decisively, even issuing an order to "kill them on the spot."
At this moment, their biggest trump card, the Roberts family, has been rescued, and three paths lie before them.
First, put down your wand and surrender to the Ministry of Magic.
The outcome is nothing more than pulling strings, paying ransom, or going to Azkaban.
Secondly, pick up your wand and fight to the bitter end.
The outcome is either killing or being killed; perhaps Azkaban is no longer necessary.
Thirdly, still pick up the wand, but instead of resisting to the end, seize the opportunity to escape.
This way, they wouldn't have to risk their lives fighting the Ministry of Magic officials, nor would they have to worry about a one-way ticket to Azkaban; they could just run.
However, Felix and the others had already rushed in and were engaged in fierce combat with the group of dark wizards. The light of the spells was dazzling, and every now and then someone would groan and fall to the ground.
Although they had received approval to use the Unforgivable Curse, the Ministry of Magic officials did not act like fools and immediately cast the Killing Curse or the Crucifixion Curse.
While the Unforgivable Curse can quickly end a battle, it requires extremely strong magical power, as well as intense hatred and killing intent; it's not something anyone can use easily.
Furthermore, if the leaders are willing to cover everyone's losses, then we can't really take advantage of them and ruin our lives.
Just as the Ministry of Magic staff were thinking about how to avoid causing trouble for their superiors and capture as many prisoners as possible, they heard a voice filled with intense hatred shout—"Avada Kedavra!"
A bright green light flashed, illuminating the faces of everyone around.
Then, a deep, muffled thud filled the ears of those around them, sending chills down their spines.
Someone actually used the Killing Curse tonight! There was actually someone among those dark wizards who dared to use the Killing Curse!
The Ministry of Magic staff looked in the direction of the sound and saw Belvina standing there with a gloomy expression, holding a silver kite-shaped shield engraved with the Black family crest in her left hand.
A sneak attack, huh!
You have no sense of martial ethics, huh!
So you're Avada Kedavra, huh?
Belvina quickly locked onto her target. The person casting the spell also wore a hood and a black robe, but the mask under the hood was much more exquisite than the others.
The exquisite mask gleamed with a silver metallic sheen and was engraved with intricate and beautiful patterns. Compared to the masks of the other black wizards, this mask seemed to belong to a different dimension.
Belvina raised her wand and drew a bolt of lightning from top to bottom. The acacia wand immediately trembled violently, and a dazzling green light suddenly shone brightly.
Silent Avada Kedavra!
Everything around seemed to quiet down, and the dazzling green light seemed like the scythe of death whistling past.
Without hesitation, the black wizard wearing the exquisite mask forcibly pulled the person next to him in front of him almost the instant the green light appeared, blocking the magic that was created specifically to kill.
The person who was suddenly pulled over had no time to react before the green beam of the Killing Curse struck him squarely in the chest, and the light of life vanished from his eyes.
He had no wounds on his body, but he was undoubtedly dead.
His head hung limply against his chest, his hands drooping downwards, and his wand rolled to the side.
As the black wizard wearing the exquisite mask released his grip, the man's body slumped forward, falling face down to the ground, his empty, lifeless eyes still open.
The dark wizard, who had used his companion to shield himself from the killing curse, looked at Belvina and watched as she raised her wand again. Seeing her once more draw that incredibly familiar lightning-shaped casting gesture, the dark wizard who had instigated the disturbance dared not delay any longer.
He pulled another person next to him to cushion his fall, then vanished, using Apparition to escape.
Belvina glared hatefully at the second scapegoat, her dark eyes filled with resentment at letting the leader escape.
If it hadn't been so sudden, she would have had time to set up an anti-Apparition spell; if there hadn't been so many people at the campsite, she wouldn't have had to worry about it.
Indeed, Belvina considered the coward who had run away to be the mastermind behind tonight's trouble; his splendid clothes and exquisite mask were enough to prove that he was no small fry.
Just then, the gradually darkening night sky was once again illuminated by magic.
A huge, shimmering green unidentified object leaped onto the treetop, flew into the air, and cast a glowing green light.
Belvina looked up at the light that had just appeared in the night sky: it was an enormous green skull, with a huge snake emerging from its mouth, like a tongue.
"Dark Mark!"
I don't know who suddenly shouted it.
Almost everyone looked up at the night sky, watching the terrifying green skull rise higher and higher, hanging high in the blue velvet-like night sky, like a newly born constellation.
"It's the Dark Mark!"
More and more people recognized the ugly skull in the night sky, recalling the fear of being dominated by the Black Mark.
Screams erupted from the campsite and the surrounding woods, these piercing screams even sharper and more ear-piercing than before, accompanied by a cacophony of frantic running.
The situation, which had finally stabilized, seemed to be spiraling out of control once again. Frantic figures could be seen everywhere, and the Ministry of Magic officials responsible for maintaining order could not stop them.
However, those who fear the Dark Mark the most are not the ordinary people who are fleeing in all directions, but the dark wizards who are disguised as Death Eaters tonight and are causing trouble.
The moment they saw the Black Demon mark, these people began to flee frantically.
Some people panicked and ran straight into the arms of Ministry of Magic officials; others were too slow to run and were pinned down by the quick-thinking officials.
Several others used Apparition to escape, and they've long since vanished.
Belvina's heart sank, a bad premonition rising within her. In those dark and terrifying years, whenever Voldemort or a Death Eater killed someone, they would fire the Dark Mark into the air.
Tonight, a group of dark wizards disguised as Death Eaters are looting and burning at the campsite, while the Dark Mark is being raised on the other side. What does this mean?
Has anyone died?