A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Those marchers froze in place, feeling dazzled, but the hooded wizard who had been hit by a flash of lightning looked at his blood-stained chest in disbelief, took a few steps forward, turned his head, and looked at his companion, slowly. Fall down in action.

Among the first few hooded wizards, one leaned over to look, "Severely injured, not dead." He just avoided the second black lightning that flew in front of him and hit the man behind him in the lower abdomen.

Immediately afterwards, Felix's fingertips pinched the black lightning, and it exploded with a crackle. The tiny arcs were like huge nets, covering them. These tiny black arcs were not as powerful as the first two. The lightning in the sky was powerful, but it was more troublesome. The marchers were struck by the arc like wheat, and they fell to the ground twitching.

Those hooded wizards were the first to react. They pulled the two injured companions behind them, propped up magical barriers and shields, and fought back along the gaps, while constantly retreating to hide themselves in the center of the parade.

But while being safe, they were farther from Felix, and most of the spells dimmed and disappeared in mid-air.

"Fight back! He's the only one—" cried a red-faced wizard, confused, wand in one hand, bottle in the other, shaggy and drunk.

"He's too far away!" someone shouted furiously.

The drunken red-faced wizard shouted, "Follow me!" He and a dozen people similar to him charged at Felix, and kept approaching him. Most of the marchers watched from the sidelines. Sure enough, a black mass The black arc of lightning fell to their feet. These people didn't even recite the most basic defensive spells. They were like broken dolls. They all collapsed to the ground and let out bursts of wailing.

The next second, Felix disappeared from the air and suddenly appeared fifty feet in front of these people. His expression was indifferent, like a layer of frost, and there seemed to be flames beating in his eyes.

"Stupid people." His eyes didn't stop at the wizards charging at him, they were all idiots, and his eyes were on the large army of marchers.

"Damn! Did he want to beat us all together?" someone shouted indignantly.

Before he could react, the light of a powerful spell exploded from the tip of the black wand Felix was holding, and the red light reflected everyone's faces.

Felix's goal is very clear, that is, the group of hooded wizards hiding in the middle of the team. They are likely to be the organizers of the riot. Moreover, they have a uniform attire and cooperate well. They should know each other and even fight together. .

The names of famous and non-famous wizarding groups slipped through my mind, but the most likely one was—

"Death Eaters." Felix muttered softly.

These marchers were a complete rabble, without any cooperation with each other, propped up magic in a mess, and some interfered with each other, causing the spell to fail, which allowed Felix's spell to flow unimpeded, and the powerful disarming spell knocked them off one by one.

But the counterattack soon came.

Felix had to hold up a golden shield, as if it was unbreakable, and various spells pinged on it. A single spell had little effect on it, but he faced too many people, and the spells were connected into a dense beam of light. , After more than ten seconds, the golden shield finally couldn't hold on anymore and collapsed into a golden light spot, and before that, he had already moved his position in advance.

From time to time, Felix used Apparition to suddenly disappear, dodging the fire-focusing spell, and then appearing more than a dozen feet away, each appearance accompanied by several spells, leading out arcs from hidden corners, turning several Personal knockout.

The spells in the sky kept chasing his figure, but he couldn't touch the corner of his clothes. When he felt pressured, Felix quickly switched to the other side of the team, and each time he would get six or seven results.

At this time, the scene was a mess, and no one cared about the Roberts family floating in the air. When the effect of the floating spell disappeared, they screamed and fell from the air. Felix suddenly appeared, stretched out his wand, and stopped them. Moved diagonally to the side, ready to hand it over to the Ministry of Magic staff not far away.

The only three remaining staff members narrowly avoided the marchers' edge and kept following behind the team, trying to save the Roberts family, but they shared the same concerns as Mr. Weasley and were too afraid to use magic. , worry about causing accidental injury.

"Good chance—" someone in the marcher crowd shouted.

They raised their wands in unison, and fired spells of various colors in Felix's direction. The dense magical light reflected the surrounding red and bright, but these spells stagnated when they approached Felix three feet, arranged in a line. A spell wall.

These spells did not stop, but moved forward in slow motion. Felix deftly took a few steps to the side. After two or three seconds, one after another spell flew out "whoosh, whoosh", smashing one after another on the ground. A scorched or rotting pit, with grass clippings flying.

And in these few seconds, the Roberts family also safely fell into the hands of the Ministry of Magic staff, "Thank you! Mr. Hepp!" A Ministry of Magic staff shouted and caught them with a spell.

His gratitude was no less than a mockery of the marchers. A vicious spell flew out from the crowd and flew towards the Roberts family. Several people suddenly appeared. It was Mr. Weasley. On the side, Sirius stepped forward and picked up the poison spell.

"Nice job, Arthur," said the Ministry man happily.

Felix turned his head sharply, the ebony wand stabbed out like a sharp sword, and a golden flame exploded in the crowd.

At this time, many people saw that the situation was not good and hurriedly used Apparition to escape, including those hooded wizards.

Felix couldn't care too much for a while, and could only cast a net to shake off a black arc, trying to form a closed grid. Once it was formed, it would not be easy for these people to apparate.

In a panic, a hooded wizard said in a hoarse voice: "I promise you—"

The magic in Felix's hand paused for a moment, and the hooded wizard took advantage of the gap to apparate and took away the two companions whose chests were pierced by black lightning. In the next second, the large net formed by the black arc was completely closed. Form a sealed cage.

"Is there anything special about those two?" Felix recalled carefully. At that time, they were standing in the front position. Although they were not the leader, they should be close to the front position.

If they were Death Eaters, it meant that those two were not of a low status.

Felix stood outside the cage, calmly shaking out a stun spell, like catching a turtle in a urn. The two hooded wizards who couldn't escape forcibly Apparated, and screamed, leaving an arm and a thigh.

At this time, Felix had to hold back his strength. Most of these people were tourists from various countries. Even if there was a riot, he couldn't kill them, otherwise he would be in trouble.

His first two vicious blows were aimed at the hooded wizard. As for whether it would kill anyone, he didn't know.

Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Bill, Sirius, and three other Ministry of Magic staff came to help, and they chanted spells along the gaps in the grid, and the people inside lay down like wheat.

After a while, Felix dispersed the magic, revealing hundreds of marchers inside, including a dozen hooded wizards. He lifted the mask and saw faces that were not unfamiliar. With the addition of some broken limbs due to the split, the scene looks extremely scary.

Sirius looked at the hooded wizards and snorted disdainfully.

The riots subsided completely.

Silence, the surroundings were extremely silent, as if the pause button had been pressed, and even the cry of the child was stopped by the parents.