Chapter 533

Traceless stretch spell is an advanced spell that can be regarded as a closed space for expansion. According to the caster's proficiency and understanding depth, this spell can be repeated and superimposed, and its effect is extraordinary.

Of course, the difficulty of continued stacking will rise sharply with each additional stacking. Therefore, although this spell has no upper limit in theory, human resources are sometimes poor after all. No one has ever known whether there is a so-called limit in this spell.

Incidentally, because this spell is likely to be used by those who want to do something bad, 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 guys who really want to use it to achieve some goals will care whether they break the law or not?

At present, some of the death eaters who escaped from the Ministry of magic are hiding in the suitcase with the traceless stretch spell, trying to escape Auror's heavy pursuit.

This suitcase was originally cursed by Voldemort himself. The internal space was amazing. It was like a Muggle manor. There are not only more than ten separate rooms separated by magic, but also a large living room and vestibular garden. If someone wakes up directly from the inside, I'm afraid he will really think that he has been brought to the private house of a big man.

At this moment, five or six death eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall. Their faces didn't look very good.

In fact, not all the members escaped from the Ministry of magic. At that time, after leaving the fireplace of the Ministry of magic, most of their hands were scattered. In order to maximize the secret tasks left by their master, these death eaters, who are most loyal and enthusiastic to Voldemort, have long abandoned their life and death and ran to attract the attention of the outside world to cover the people here.

It's just that the Aurors may not be satisfactory in battle, but they have a lot of tools to assist in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they still can't completely get rid of those damn bastards.

Since last night, Auror has sent four teams to search here, and the number will continue to rise. I knew that when I was discovered last night, I would have sent several people out to cover, and I wouldn't be blocked in my suitcase like now.

The companions sent out to inquire about the situation have not come back yet. Maybe it's more or less bad.

"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer." the first person to speak is a Death Eater with dark skin. His expression looks a little distorted. "Keep waiting. These Aurors will find it sooner or later."

Now Voldemort is gone, and the tall Yaxley seems to be the head of their group. He still looked calm - at least more calm than the others here, but a little irritability also lingered in his mind, making it impossible for him to think as well as usual.

"I know what you're thinking, Dolohov..." Yaxley frowned. "But not now. It's not the time."

"Then when is the time?" Dolohov was obviously an irritable temperament. In this situation, he could hardly suppress his depressed mood.

"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"

"Screw their heads off!"

Dolohov was followed by Gore and Crabbe, the big, round guys. Like their respective sons, they first lived with Lucius Malfoy.

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

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

Although Dolohov is often very grumpy, he at least has a brain. Like these two guys, he has only one body and has no strength for wizards. That is, the "brain is only as big as a Troll" allows them to stand here with others - at least they are usually obedient, aren't they?

"Dolohov, you can bear it again - Yaxley is right. We should wait and see." a slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed hat on her head and whispered, "I think mulseber's ability should not be so easy to be caught by Auror. What he is good at is mixing the water, isn't it?"

"Hum."

Dolohov touched stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently with theout retorting. Obviously, he is also quite convinced of the ability of murseb. In any case, it is the one who is best at soul snatching mantra among them.

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

Yaxley didn't say anything, but he actually understood that Dolohov was right.

Under the present circumstances, they can no longer escape. Not to mention that the continuous phantom movement has exhausted them. Even if they show up elsewhere now, they will be quickly found out by Auror's detection tools.

In such a short time, it is almost impossible to find a place suitable for hiding as now.

"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly clenched his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "if Moore Seber doesn't come back in the next twenty minutes..."

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

"... if he doesn't come back when he arrives, we'll carry out the final plan."

What is the final plan? No one would ask this question, because even fools such as Gore and Crabbe had firmly remembered what they should do under the pressure of Voldemort.

Maybe the final plan will let everyone here be captured back to the Ministry of magic, and then thrown into Azkaban, which has strengthened its defense several times, but these outlaws won't hesitate at all.

This is all for their only master, the great king of black wizards - Voldemort.

Each of them believed that their Lord Dark Lord would come again. All they have to do is complete the task left to them by their master and wait for their master's return safely.

When Yaxley mentioned the "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, there is only endless fanaticism.

……

On the other hand, as the hope of those death eaters, Moore Seiber is making unremitting efforts. However, he is not trying to control Muggles with the soul snatching curse to cause riots, but trying to run around in the messy shanty town.

In a word, he did control nearly ten Muggle men and women smoothly at the beginning, and was still trying to double this number. In his plan, he wanted to control these Muggles to deliberately run to the streets, so as to make the Muggle expulsion curse that Auror mistakenly thought there was a street invalid.

It would be great if those Aurors could be fooled, but if they were not fooled, they would also delay a lot of time. If they can create enough space, they may be able to find space to leave here.

Unfortunately, just at the beginning of his plan, Maka sensed the magic wave of the soul snatching curse. Then Marca asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after another.

"We don't really have to catch up with him. As long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, our goal will be half achieved."

This is Maka's original words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agree. So, while they were chasing forward, Maka walked around alone from the side and silently stared at the sneaky guy.

However, the wretched Death Eater was obviously not a fool. He was careful enough not to run immediately to the shed where the suitcase was placed, but chose a different direction.

Marca pedaled on the magic book and followed him not far away from mulseber. He was sure that the Death Eaters' hiding place would never be too far away from where they had just been, and now this guy has been chased by Sirius for a long time.

"Forget it."

Since he couldn't find the target in the most convenient way, he didn't want to follow others in circles. But he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, and a whole body binding spell immediately fell on the back of murseb, firmly limiting his ability to move.

With a muffled bang, mursaiber fell to the ground like a statue with his limbs together, and hit a shed in front with inertia.

The shabby hut here was not solid. After he hit it, it suddenly collapsed in half.

Maka's action did not stop at all. She cast the spell the moment before and came to the place where murseb fell the moment after. Although more than half of the guy was pressed under the board and the dust was all over the sky, it was easy to find him.

But Maka underestimated the determination of these fugitives this time. When he found that a restless magic wave suddenly aroused, it was too late to stop it.

"Boom!"

A violent explosion suddenly sounded under the collapsed scaffold, followed by a heat wave and the towering flame that obscured the line of sight.

The explosion came and went quickly, and its power was not very strong. Maka estimated that even a slightly stronger Armor spell was enough to keep people safe. But its scope seems quite wide. If its destructive power is really spread, it can almost affect the whole shanty town nearby.

In order not to let the Muggles here suffer, Maka had to choose to control the explosion within a limited range first.