Chapter 317 Lucius leaves the tent
Fortunately, those people did not notice this VIP channel as they were fighting with the Aurors who arrived later.
They took advantage of this opportunity to grope their way out of the dark passage.
Although she vaguely guessed the extent of the chaos in the outside world, Amanta couldn't help but frown when she actually stepped out onto the Quidditch field.
A burnt smell blew in her face, the air was filled with dust and smoke, and the bright light was so bright that she could hardly open her eyes.
"Merlin's beard..." Harry exclaimed in a low voice beside him.
Amanta lowered the back of her hand that was blocking her vision and her eyes widened as well.
The enthusiastic celebrations after the Quidditch World Cup...had now turned into a complete riot -
No, it would be more appropriate to describe it as a terrorist attack.
The crowd fled in all directions, screaming one after another.
Magic beams flickered in the night sky, tents burned in flames, and the entire camp almost became a battlefield.
In the distance, a group of people wearing black cloaks, holding wands, cast evil spells at the crowd, laughing and chasing the panicked wizards and Muggles.
They all wore hoods, and their faces were barely visible, but their behavior was all of the same cruelty, teasing, and fanatical violence.
Amanta gripped her wand tighter, her heartbeat quickening.
"This bunch of lunatics..." Draco's voice was a little dry. He stood there, breathing rapidly, staring at the group of rampant figures.
He almost instinctively wanted to take a step back, but reason forced him to suppress his fear.
Amanta and Harry looked at each other. They knew what Draco was nervous about.
Dolokhov——
The man who had been threatening him, the Death Eater who kept him awake at night and tortured him, was most likely among them at this moment.
"Let's go back to the tent first. Sissi can't hold on any longer." Lucius frowned. "They shouldn't attack that area."
Narcissa was supported by him, her face was pale and she was about to fall.
They quickened their pace, moving quickly among the crowd, trying to avoid the chaotic areas.
But even so, they still saw some terrible and chaotic scenes——
A Death Eater raised his wand and threw a "hanging bell" at a family of escaped Muggle wizards.
The couple was hung upside down in the air, screaming in terror, their clothes disheveled, and struggling in pain.
The Death Eaters who cast the spell gathered together and laughed wildly, as if they were watching a funny show.
A member of the Ministry rushed forward to intervene, but was quickly besieged by two Death Eaters, whose wands burst into blinding red light, forcing the member to retreat.
"These guys are crazy." Amanta gritted her teeth and whispered, the disgust in her eyes was evident.
Lucius's face looked a little ugly. His gaze stayed on the group of Death Eaters for a moment, and then he looked away calmly.
He didn't want to get into trouble, nor did he want to have anything to do with these old "acquaintances".
Draco walked quickly while keeping his eyes on the group of Death Eaters. Although he tried to remain calm, sweat was almost dripping from his forehead.
"Don't be nervous." Amanta reminded softly, nudging Draco's arm with her elbow.
Draco's body shook, but he came to his senses, nodded, and quickened his pace, trying not to reveal any abnormality.
They finally found their tent.
"Stay here and don't go out." Lucius's expression was unusually stern as he glanced at them.
"Sissi, take a rest." He gently helped Narcissa sit on the sofa, held her hand, his eyes full of worry.
"I'm fine." Narcissa's voice was a little weak, her fingers were a little cold, and she held Lucius' hand tightly, but still tried to give a soothing smile.
At this moment, Amanta's peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse of something strange——
Draco's hands trembled uncontrollably, his body stiffened, and his hands tightly grasped his left arm.
His face suddenly turned pale.
Amanta's pupils shrank slightly.
...Could it be that the Dark Mark has taken effect?
"Draco..." Amanta subconsciously took a step closer and lowered her voice, but her tone was full of vigilance.
Draco turned his head away suddenly, his lips almost lost their color, and he clenched his teeth, as if he was trying hard to suppress some severe pain.
Harry also noticed Draco's abnormality. His brows furrowed and his eyes swept over his clenched arms, and then he suddenly realized what had happened.
The Dark Mark was now burning Draco's skin.
"Damn...now?!" Harry cursed under his breath, his eyes full of worry.
Draco's fingers clenched his cuffs, his knuckles turning white. He tried hard not to make any sound, but cold sweat was already running down his forehead.
In front, Lucius's face suddenly turned gloomy.
He turned slightly to the side and raised his sleeve with one hand. On the inside of his arm, the same Dark Mark was wriggling and glowing with a dim red light.
Lucius was silent for a moment, then quickly lowered his sleeves, his eyes full of anxiety.
He forced himself to calm down: "Draco, take good care of Sissi, Amanta and Harry."
"...Where are you going?" Draco asked, enduring the pain, with a hint of pleading in his tone.
Lucius did not answer, but turned around, raised his cane, opened the exit of the tent, and walked out without hesitation.
……
There was silence in the tent.
The only sound was Draco's deep breathing.
As the Dark Mark burned, his fingertips clenched his arms tightly, and cold sweat soaked his temples.
Amanta and Harry stayed by his and Narcissa's side, worried and bewildered.
Narcissa was already unconscious, curled up on the sofa, her face pale and her breathing weak.
Outside the tent, the noises of the commotion became clearer and seemed to be approaching them.
Amanta's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
She stood up and glanced sharply towards the entrance of the tent.
With the Death Eaters wreaking havoc outside, this place is not safe at all.
"I need to check the situation outside." She whispered and walked towards the tent entrance.
Harry frowned, "Are you sure? It might be worse out there than we think."
"But we can't do nothing." Amanta took a deep breath, gently clenched the wand with her fingertips, and with her other hand lifted a corner of the tent, trying to peek into the situation outside.
——Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light shot over!
"Look out!" Harry screamed.
Draco looked up suddenly, full of horror.
Amanta reacted quickly, dodging with a roll, and the spell shot straight into the tent, instantly igniting the fabric above her head.
The flames climbed madly and thick smoke rolled and engulfed their hiding place.
The curtains around the tent twisted and burned in the flames, and the originally luxurious tent instantly turned into a fire cage that was about to collapse.
"Go! Take Narcissa with you!" Amationa turned around suddenly, her eyes sharp, and gave decisive orders.