Chapter 163： Warring

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The solid wood door of the auditorium was blown into countless fragments. In the smoke and dust, red light beams like laser swept the entire room.

Felix easily picked up a spell that was a coma spell.

"What a weak magic." He was surprised.

But the next second, a red beam of light came straight to him, hitting the invisible barrier, making a low roar.

Felix hooked his mouth, "This is a little bit like."

He picked up Professor Bubaji, and she hurriedly pulled away the **** hair blocking the front, "What's the matter, what's the matter? What's going on?"

Felix did not respond to her, the dual effects of the super-sensing spell and memory acceleration slowed everything around him.

Bubaji's question seemed to have a long tone, and the arc of the galloping spell was also slightly slow.

When dozens of spells struck, he had already prepared the iron armor curse to keep them out.

"laugh!"

With a soft sound, Felix used the Apparition to bring Professor Bubbaji to the seventh floor of the hotel, "Professor Bubbaji, I have explored before. There is no one on the sixth and seventh floors. It will not be the target of the attacker, you Just find a room and hide it."

This was what he had confirmed. Celeste and the vicissitudes-faced wizard had just found a secluded place to talk about private topics.

"Okay, okay." Bubbaji swallowed nervously. The scene just now was so exciting that she had never seen so many spells appear in front of her at the same time in her life.

The words that Felix had advised her before flashed through her mind one by one.

Felix's body twisted and disappeared, leaving a faint black smoke in place. In the next instant, he walked out of the air in the auditorium and appeared in front of the railing on the second floor of the auditorium.

After tilting his head to avoid a missed red arrow, he stood on a high place, looking down below.

The room had become tattered and the door exploded, the tables and chairs fell apart, and there were burnt marks everywhere. Suddenly, most of the Muggle research experts fell to the ground, but from the state of view, they were unconscious at best.

‘Oh, will these attackers be merciful? ’

His eyes quickly swept across the audience, and his brain was running at high speed, bringing all the details in the room under his control.

This is the initial requirement of instant kill tactics. Read the battlefield to get useful information.

The two sides of the war were divided into three camps: Celeste and the vicissitudes-faced man hiding behind the podium, they belonged to the Magic Congress camp;

Maxwell and two unfamiliar young Aurors are hiding beside the stone pillars, and they should be guards appointed by the French Ministry of Magic;

There are more than a dozen Muggle experts from different countries, scattered all around, barely protecting themselves.

On the other side were the attackers, who were uniformly dressed in black robes decorated with white stars and masks on their heads. The number is twenty-seven, and it is still pouring in continuously.

"Noel Celeste! Come out!"

Some of the attackers yelled, and while they were talking, the windows of the fourth floor auditorium exploded, and seven or eight black-robed wizards on broomsticks broke in. They hovered above the ceiling, swooping down and casting spells.

Felix swung his stick directly and shot down the two wizards who cast spells at him, frightening the others to avoid them.

Celeste hid behind the podium, angrily like a lion: "It has been abolished in 1965!"

"Do you know what you did? Fight against the Magic Congress!"

She seemed to be explaining something, but it aroused the anger of the other party.

"Lier!"

"This is cheating!"

These attackers had a clear division of labor, separated into four teams, front, rear, left, and right. In each squad, someone was responsible for attacking, someone was responsible for protection, covering each other, advancing layer by layer, occupying most of the auditorium, almost driving the Ministry of Magic to a corner.

What's more frightening is that black-robed wizards are constantly pouring into the room, and the number of enemies seems to be invisible, which makes Maxwell desperate.

There were only five people in the last attack. Isn't it a tenfold increase this time?

The French Ministry of Magic has been cautious enough, adjusting twelve Aurors, forming two combat teams, and sweeping a black market. But this time they lost so badly that they were knocked down by seven in one encounter.

There is only one reason and that is that there are too many people on the opposite side! There are spells in all directions, and there is no room for escape.

Maxwell gritted his teeth, he glanced at the comrades around him, counting him only three, and the remaining nine have fallen into the opponent's hands.

He can only pray that the ministry can find the abnormality as soon as possible and send out support.

...

Felix couldn't figure it out. The assailant's purpose was simple, Noel Sileste, and Sileste seemed to know that their target was himself, and even knew who they were.

Because she said to Maxwell through two stone pillars: "Don't use killing spells!"

But the battlefield is not her control, and it is not a good idea to show mercy during the battle. A red light hit Maxwell, making him stiff, and then seven or eight red lights followed.

In his expression of consternation, the spell knocked him out and slammed heavily on the pillar behind him.

"Maxwell!"

A young Auror blushed. He gritted his teeth and cast a black spell. The black mist condensed a sharp dagger in mid-air, and it pierced into the chest of the opposite assailant in an unstoppable manner. His chest splashed instantly. A lot of blood.

"Besni!" The other side made a sad voice, and then their spells became fierce.

Although he still hadn't figured out the truth, Felix felt he had to intervene before things became irreversible.

He raised his hand to inspire a smashing curse, which hit the chandelier on the ceiling, smashing the chandelier and half of the ceiling, and dust and stones fell on the ground.

The red light in the sky weakened a lot for a while.

Felix's figure appeared abruptly in the center of the auditorium. He waved his wand calmly and accurately, and a series of coma spells flew out from the tip of the stick like flowing water, the smoke scattered, and seven or eight attackers fell to the ground.

"All curses are over!"

Felix stuck his wand backhand on the ground, and the red light poured out like a storm. With him as the center, the attackers, Muggle experts, Aurors, and officials of the Magic Congress of the United States flew out like wheat, still brewing. The spell fell silently.

Everyone looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, and watched him slowly stand up, holding his wand blankly.

The auditorium was so quiet that I could even breathe, and it took seven or eight seconds

"Knock him down!" said a calm voice among the attackers.

But more than a dozen spells only hit the black smoke he left in place Then, everyone present saw an unforgettable scene for them. Felix's figure kept flickering, and every time he appeared, he trembled. The hand waved a dazzling red light.

At the most exaggerated time, they saw the shadows of seven Felixes at the same time.

The attacker squad that barely rushed to the front of the auditorium was swept to pieces in almost a second or two, and the other three squads also collapsed in a disastrous manner.

‘It’s too weak. Although the formation is different, the personal quality is too poor. Losing the protection of the team and even the most basic sense of self-protection, it’s like bullying a child...’

Felix didn't feel the ease of casting spells, on the contrary, he felt even more puzzled. If there is an analogy, some of their spells are not as good as Percy Weasley.

‘There is a huge gap in strength between the members, there is no habit of using the killing spell and black magic, lack of combat experience, and the power of the spell is not strong...

‘Where did these attackers emerge? ’