harry potter book of crimes

The Traceless Stretch Spell is an advanced spell that can expand a space that is considered a closed space. Depending on the proficiency and depth of understanding of the caster, this spell can be repeated and superimposed, and its effectiveness is extraordinary.

Of course, with each additional stack, the difficulty of further stacking will rise sharply. Therefore, although this curse has no upper limit in theory, manpower is sometimes limited after all, and no one has ever discovered this curse.

Is there a so-called limit?

By the way, because this curse is likely to be used by intentional people to do bad things, the International Federation of Wizards has established a series of clear laws from the beginning, and individuals are prohibited from using it at will.

However, how many people who really want to use it to achieve certain goals care about whether it is illegal or not?

Currently, some of the Death Eaters who escaped from the Ministry of Magic are hiding in the suitcases that have been cast with the Invisible Stretching Charm, trying to escape the Aurors' pursuit.

This suitcase was originally cast by Voldemort himself. The space inside is astonishingly large. It is comparable to a small Muggle manor. Not only are there more than ten separate rooms separated by magic, but there is even a large living room designed.

And the front garden, if someone woke up directly from inside, I'm afraid they would really think that they were taken to a private residence of some important person.

At this moment, five or six Death Eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall, and their faces all looked bad.

In fact, these are not all the members who escaped from the Ministry of Magic. After leaving the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, most of them scattered their hands. In order to maximize the completion of the tasks left by their master

Secret mission, these Death Eaters who are the most loyal and fanatical to Voldemort have already put aside their own life and death, and ran to attract the attention of the outside world to protect the people here.

It's just that those Aurors may not be satisfactory in terms of combat, but they have many tools to assist them in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they still couldn't get rid of those damn bastards completely.

From last night to now, Auror has dispatched four teams to search here, and the number of people is expected to continue to increase. If I had known that when they were first discovered last night, a few more people would have been sent out to cover, and it would not have happened.

Being stuck in a suitcase like this, I can't move at all.

The companions who were sent out to investigate the situation have not returned yet, perhaps because they are in danger.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer." The first person to speak was a dark-skinned Death Eater. His expression looked a little distorted. "If we continue to wait, sooner or later this place will be occupied by those arrogant people."

Luo found it."

Now that Voldemort is gone, the tall Yaxley seems to be the leader of their group. He still looks calm - at least calmer than the others here, but a slight irritability is also on him

His mind was wandering endlessly, making it impossible for him to think about the problem as well as he usually did.

"I know what you are thinking, Dolohov..." Yaxley frowned, "But not now, it's not the time yet."

"Then when is the time?" Dolokhov obviously has the kind of temper that is easily irritable. Under the current circumstances, his depressed mood is almost overpowering him.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Tear their heads off!"

Dolohov was followed by Goyle and Crabbe, a pair of big, round guys. Like their respective sons, they initially lived with Lucius Malfoy.

However, not only do they have strong bodies that ordinary wizards do not have, but their heads are also full of useless muscles. They have no so-called loyalty to Lucius and have long been subsumed by Voldemort.

"Shut up, you two." Yaxley didn't even look at them.

Although Dolokhov is often very irritable, at least he still has a brain. Unlike these two guys, they only have strength that is useless to wizards. In other words, "the brain is only as big as a troll"

A little, so that they can stand here with the others - at least they are usually very obedient, right?

"Dolohov, please bear with it a little longer - Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed hat on her head and whispered softly

He said, "I think that with Mulciber's ability, it should not be so easy for Aurors to catch him. What he is best at is muddying the water, isn't it?"

"snort."

Dolokhov touched the stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently, but did not make a rebuttal. Obviously, he was also quite convinced of Mulciber's ability.

The one who is best at the Imperius Curse among them.

"He'd better come back soon, or we'll have to die trapped in this suitcase," he added impatiently.

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he actually understood that Dolokhov's words were not wrong.

Under the current situation, they have no way to escape. Not to mention that the continuous Apparition before has made them exhausted. Even if they appear elsewhere now, they will still be easily detected by the Auror's detection tools.

Find out whereabouts quickly.

In such a short period of time, it has become almost impossible to find a place as suitable for hiding as now.

"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "If Mulciber doesn't come back within the next twenty minutes..."

He paused, turned his head and glanced at the innermost room of the living room.

"...If he doesn't come back by the time, we will implement the final plan."

What is the final plan? No one will ask this question, because even stupid people like Goyle and Crabbe have already firmly remembered what they should do under the pressure of Voldemort.

Perhaps the final plan would have everyone here be captured back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into Azkaban, which has been strengthened several times, but this group of desperadoes would not hesitate at all.

This is all for their only master, the great King of Dark Wizards - Lord Voldemort.

Each of them firmly believes that their Dark Lord will sweep in again. And all they have to do is complete the tasks left by their master and wait for their master's return in peace and contentment.

When Yaxley mentioned this "final plan", all the Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door deep in the living room. And in their eyes, only that

Endless fanaticism.

…

On the other side, as the hope in the hearts of the Death Eaters, Mulciber was working tirelessly. However, he was not working hard to use the Imperius Curse to control Muggles and cause riots, but he was working hard in the messy shanty towns.

The rat scurried away holding its head.

Speaking of which, he did successfully control nearly ten Muggle men and women at the beginning, and is still trying to double this number several times. In his plan, he wants to control these Muggles to deliberately run on the streets,

This caused the Aurors to mistakenly believe that there was a certain street and the Muggle Expelling Curse was ineffective.

If those Aurors can be fooled, that would be great, but if they are not fooled, it will also delay a lot of time. If enough gaps can be created, they may be able to find a way to evacuate here.

Unfortunately, his plan only got started when Maka sensed the magical fluctuations of the Imperius Curse. Immediately afterwards, Maka asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after another.

"There is no need to actually chase him. As long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, half of our goal will be achieved."

These were Maka's exact words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agreed very much. So, when they were chasing forward, Maka went around alone and silently stared at the sneaky man from the side.

Evil guy.

However, the Death Eater with a wretched expression was obviously not an idiot. He was cautious enough and did not immediately run towards the shed where the suitcase was placed, but chose a completely different direction.

Maka stepped on the magic book and followed Mulciber not far away. He could be sure that the hiding place of those Death Eaters would never be too far away from the place just now, and now, this guy was captured by Sirius

They chased him for some distance.

"never mind."

Since he couldn't find the target by the most convenient method, he didn't want to follow others in circles anymore. However, he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, and a full-body binding spell fell silently on Mulciber's body.

on its back, firmly restricting its ability to move.

With a muffled sound of "bang", Mulciber put his limbs together and fell to the ground like a statue. With the inertia, he hit a certain roof in front of him.

The simple shack here was inherently unstable, and half of it collapsed immediately after he hit it.

Maka's movements didn't pause at all. She cast the spell one moment, and the next moment she had arrived at the place where Mulciber fell. Although more than half of the guy was pressed under the board, and dust was rising all over the sky.

But it was easy to find him.

It's just that this time, Maka somewhat underestimated the determination of these desperadoes. When he discovered that there was a sudden surge of restless magic power, it was already too late to stop it.

"boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded under the collapsed scaffolding, followed by a heat wave and huge flames that obscured the sight.

This explosion came and went quickly, and the power could not be said to be very strong. As far as Maka estimated, even a slightly stronger armor spell would be enough to make people safe and sound. But its range seemed to be quite wide. If it really

Its destructive power spreads and can affect almost an entire shanty town nearby.

In order to prevent the Muggles here from suffering, Maka had to choose to control the explosion within a limited range.