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Charlie was looking at him with a sheepish expression.
"You should really take the time to learn this magic." Kyle said with a smile.
"I want to, but it's really difficult." Charlie sighed.
His bulky stature was a huge advantage when training dragons, but it also made it difficult for him to learn to apparate.
If the distance is short, it can barely work, but once the distance is too long, it will definitely break up.
Charlie was also helpless at this point.
"Okay, hold on tight."
Afterwards, Kyle took Charlie back to Grimmauld Place.
By the time they arrived, Cedric had just given the exact address and pointed out the location of No. 12.
Now there is no need to doubt anymore.
Mr. Weasley took him into the house, and when he opened the door, they saw Hermione holding her wand.
Harry, Ron and Ginny also ran over quickly from other places after hearing the noise.
"Don't be nervous Hermione, it's us." Mr. Weasley said softly: "You can relax a little bit. As long as Dumbledore is fine, it is impossible for Death Eaters to find here."
"Where were you just now?" Ron asked eagerly.
"It's nothing, just something." Mr. Weasley said a little unnaturally. He also didn't want to tell Ron about Percy's injury, lest they make some irrational decisions.
Judging from previous experience, this kind of worry is still necessary.
"What is it that deserves all of you to go out together?" Ron asked again without giving up.
"Of course it's a matter for the Ministry of Magic." Fred came up from behind, stretched out his hand and pushed him aside, "Get out of the way, don't block the way."
George followed him, "These are what we should do. The little devils who haven't graduated yet should go back and do their homework as soon as possible."
Ron was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but he didn't dare to say anything. Because if Fred and George didn't want to tell him, they wouldn't.
If he got tired of being asked, they might even throw two slime bombs into his room while he was sleeping. Ron was very experienced in this.
"I'm here to introduce you to a new friend...well, maybe you already know each other." Mr. Weasley turned sideways and pushed the somewhat reserved Cedric forward.
"Cedric Diggory, he just graduated from Hogwarts not long ago, I think you are all familiar with him."
Several people nodded in unison.
Cedric is the Quidditch captain and the president of the Boys' Student Union. They have participated in DA activities together before, so of course they know each other.
More importantly, Harry once regarded him as his biggest love rival... However, Cedric himself didn't know this yet.
"So, have you joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Harry asked.
"Order of the Phoenix?" Cedric looked at Kyle subconsciously.
To be honest, he had just heard this name not long ago, and it was only one name. It could be said that he didn't know the details.
"That's right..." Mrs. Weasley stepped forward and grabbed Cedric and explained the situation of the Order of the Phoenix to him. Hermione and others were also talking to help.
On the other side, Kyle, Mr. Weasley, Fred and George had left the room again and came to the square outside.
"It seems that we wanted to go together." Mr. Weasley said, "You must have recognized it just now. The person who was sent to St. Mungo's was the clerk of Flourish and Blotts Bookstore in Diagon Alley."
"Of course, he often visits our store." Fred said, "Those damn Death Eaters cost us a big customer."
Without saying anything else, they disapparated again and arrived at the door of the Leaky Cauldron.
As soon as they emerged, they saw the huge Dark Mark floating in mid-air.
The bar was in a mess, with broken bottles and rickety tables everywhere.
"Where's Old Tom?" Fred glanced around and frowned: "Could he be..."
"Probably not." Mr. Weasley immediately shook his head and said, "Tom is a very shrewd person. I guess he probably sensed something was wrong in advance and hid."
"Maybe..." George said.
Several people walked through the debris-strewn bar to the backyard.
Their guess was correct. The entrance to Diagon Alley was open, with fires blazing into the sky. Explosions could be heard everywhere, as well as the shrill laughter of the Death Eaters.
The shopkeepers banded together and were struggling to resist the Death Eaters' attack.
Kyle even saw someone in a Quidditch boutique holding a precious Firebolt and swinging it like a bat at the curses shot by Death Eaters.
The next second, the magic spell was knocked to the side.
This is not difficult to understand. After all, the Firebolt, as the top broomstick, has a strong protective spell on its wooden handle to ensure that players are not disturbed when flying. Naturally, it can also be used to resist most evil spells.
It’s just that few people would do this, even Kyle was seeing it for the first time.
"Damn it, hasn't the support from the Ministry of Magic arrived yet?" Someone shouted while maintaining the protective spell.
But the answer he got was the merciless ridicule of the Death Eaters.
"Don't waste your efforts."
"The Ministry of Magic is too busy taking care of itself right now, so it won't care about you."
"That's right, let's be honest..."
Before he could finish his words, he was violently knocked away by a magic spell that suddenly flew over, and he fell to the ground and passed out.
The Death Eaters turned around and saw more curses flying from behind them.
"Collapse!"
"Collapse!"
Because there were other people around, Kyle didn't use a wide range of magic or his own box. He only used basic spells and transformations to deal with it, but it was still very effective.
Almost everyone he targeted was hit by the spell without any accident and lost the ability to resist.
There are also Fred and George. They are a little less powerful than Kyle, but they have many magical props. They will throw some round things around while using magic spells.
Some create a thick green mist after exploding, while others spray out a sticky, glue-like substance that works surprisingly well among Death Eaters.
Even Mr. Weasley has similar strength to an Auror.
In addition, the incident occurred suddenly. Although there were only four of them, they exerted the momentum of more than twenty people and actually gained the upper hand in a short period of time.
……
(End of this chapter)
ask for leave
I took a leave and drove more than a thousand kilometers yesterday. When I got up today, my waist was so painful that I only wrote two thousand words in the morning. I can't stand it. Sorry.
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 779 No martial ethics
The appearance of Kyle and others caught the Death Eaters off guard. Perhaps in their view, it was impossible for Aurors to support this place in such a short period of time, so they did not pay too much attention to their backs from the beginning.
While they were distracted, some shopkeepers reacted quickly and began to attack the Death Eaters.
The original situation was reversed in an instant.
"Collapse!" Kyle knocked away another Death Eater again, and when he was about to replace him, he suddenly noticed a burst of strange-colored smoke floating next to him.
At the same time, an indescribable stench flowed down the tip of his nose and reached the sky, as if the whole world suddenly became transparent!
"vomit……"
Kyle resisted spitting out his dinner, and immediately gave up the idea of continuing to deal with the Death Eaters, and instead used the Bubble Curse on himself.
After doing this, he took two deep breaths and felt much better instantly.
"Fred, George!" Kyle's voice sounded a little muffled because of the layer of bubbles, but the anger in it was obvious, "Can't you use some normal means?"
"That's normal!" Fred blinked in the mist and said innocently, "As the owner of a magic trick shop, I just use some magic props in battle. What's the problem?"
"By the way, it can also advertise our store." George was also not affected by the smell, and said with a smile: "As you know, the current situation is not good, and our store has not been open for a long time."
After saying that, the two waved to Kyle, ran to the place with the most Death Eaters again, and took out more dung eggs.
When Kyle saw this, he could only quickly walk to Mr. Weasley, who had not yet realized what was going on, and reminded him to use the Bubble Charm to protect himself as soon as possible.
As more and more dung eggs exploded one after another, the stench soon began to permeate Diagon Alley, and as the instigators of all this, Fred and George immediately became the two most disliked people. As a person, I avoid everything I go.
Not only the Death Eaters, but also the shopkeepers who were with them began to subconsciously run further away from them.
I can't help it, the smell is too strong and I can't stand it.
……
The battle ends quickly and dramatically due to the unscrupulous behavior of Fred and George.
None of the thirty-three Death Eaters in total were able to escape, and they were all tied up and thrown aside.
It's not that they have the guts to run away, but it's just that they really have no choice.
Those smells spread so quickly that when the wind blew, it filled the entire street, leaving no place to hide.
And more importantly, it is almost difficult for ordinary wizards to concentrate under the influence of this smell. Unless they have great perseverance and self-control, they will not be able to apparate.
And among the people present, no one had this kind of self-control ability.
This caused the Death Eaters' combat effectiveness to drop by half, or maybe more, and then they were knocked down one by one by Kyle and Mr. Weasley.
There were also several people who tried to escape, and without exception they all left something behind... some were a leg, some were half an arm.
There was another one who was even worse. His body ran away and his head stayed in place. Because he didn't know the other party's destination, Kyle couldn't do anything even if he wanted to help.
Of course, he just didn't want to. If he remembered correctly, when he besieged the shopkeepers just now, this person was the one who laughed the most and looked like he was enjoying it.
This was good for now. If his body could run back before the protective magic of the Displacement Spell expired, it would be possible to reattach his head.
If he couldn't run back...tsk, that scene would be a bit bloody.
Kyle turned around again, and to his disappointment, none of these people were familiar faces. Neither Barty Crouch Jr. nor Bellatrix were among them.
It seems that the Death Eaters did not act together. Those elites disappeared after leaving the Ministry of Magic, leaving only this group of rabble with numerical superiority to attract most people's attention here.