They didn't say much, but quickly separated and ran towards the rising fireworks in the distance.

Chapter 264 Draft before pretending

Lockhart arrived just in time, at least when the hooded guys were about to start ripping off Mr. Roberts and Mrs. Roberts's clothes, so Lockhart had time to peek at the back of their heads.

"Pass out!" Lockhart yelled.

In fact, a small spell like the stun spell, Lockhart can use the silent spell well, and the power is not even much lower than that of the spell, but at this moment he just wants to make the sound of the spell louder, so that the Everyone hears it.

- A red light flashed, and a hooded man who was spouting dirty words was hit by Lockhart's spell. After receiving such a spell on the back of his head, he couldn't say a word, and immediately fell in front of Roberts' barracks.

The hooded group that was gathering in a "Carnival" suddenly became quiet for a while, like a duck that had been splashed with cold water.

Lockhart went straight to the front of the barracks, got in the way of the Hooded Men and the Muggles, and began to ask Muggle Roberts questions.

After what happened tonight, Roberts was going to be wiped out anyway, so Lockhart wanted to figure out what happened now.

"Hello, Mr. Roberts, we meet again... It seems that you are right, it is not a good thing to be too close to these guys."

As Lockhart spoke, he tried his best to show a calm composure, so that the guys behind him couldn't figure out his details.

But the camp guard Roberts looked shocked: "It's you! Who are these guys, and who are you?"

Because Roberts has seen the thugs brandish sticks and manipulate himself and his wife like marionettes, he doesn't believe it now.

What a "hippie rave" rhetoric.

Seeing him like this, Lockhart knew that he couldn't hide it any longer, so he had to try to stabilize them first.

"Actually... I'm from MI5, and I'm instructed to monitor if anyone will use... um, narcotics. Now it seems that they do use them, otherwise they won't be as crazy as they are now." He said to Roberts.

Roberts obviously didn't believe how powerful the sticks in the hands of the thugs were, he just saw it.

Not only did their car turn into a toy car after they clicked with the wooden stick, but the chained doors were blown open by the stick in their hands, and then he and his wife were kicked out of bed by invisible force. pulled out.

Compared with being caught out in the middle of the night as the object of fun, what made him more painful was that his wife was almost insulted by a group of people, and there was absolutely nothing he could do.

"Those guys are more than just drugs, they...they must be evil cultists, or goddamn, cannibal wizards!" Roberts shouted to Lockhart ll

I don't know if it's because Lockhart has a very deceptive face, or because he speaks like the "public servants" in the government department, Roberts actually told him directly.

Come on, even if Lockhart didn't want to brainwash Roberts now.

He could only sigh and change the subject: "Where are your two children? They're not here?"

Roberts whispered to Lockhart, staring warily at the hooded crowd a few meters away.

"Because I suddenly found a lot more work, I sent the children to the city

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"That's good, after all, this scene is too unbearable for children to look directly at... fainted!"

Lockhart suddenly took out his wand, knocking out Mr. Roberts and his wife.

Because modifying the memory requires concentration, and Lockhart doesn't have the time now, so he chooses to stun first.

With the two Muggles down, Lockhart turned to the whispering fellows.

"Everyone, it's already so late, why don't you go back to rest? What are you doing here?"

Probably because his tone was too peaceful, some people had the illusion of this - that is, they thought this guy was easy to deal with.

"Never mind your business, Ministry of Magic!" someone shouted. "We're just having fun."

"Having fun? Registered?" Lockhart choked back, "You blatantly violated Wizarding Secrecy and Muggle Protection Acts for fun?

After hearing this, some of the men in the hood subconsciously tightened their hats, hoping they could cover them more tightly.

It was probably the hood that gave them a special confidence, and after finding out that Lockhart was alone, they dared to draw out their wands.

If you turn this guy over and use the Oblivion Charm, maybe not only can you have fun, but you won't even have to take any responsibility...

"That's none of your business, young man." A hooded man stood up, "I don't care what laws your Ministry of Magic has made, I just know that ridiculous laws I haven't signed! So I No need to obey."

Seeing them like this, Lockhart also raised his wand vaguely, ready to do it.

"That's probably because you're not qualified to sign, fool. And...what gives you the illusion that the British make laws and need to take into account the opinions of the common people?"

Lockhart's tone of voice was so obvious that at last someone recognized him.

"Lockhart! You're Lockhart!" the other said. "Don't be silly, we know you have a little power, but don't fight so many people for two Muggles, you can't afford it."

"people?"

Lockhart raised his wand and stared at the group of wizards in hoods and cloaks in front of him, with an unspoken mockery in his tone.

"The courage of the strong will always face the stronger, and the coward will draw the knife to the weak. You guys don't even dare to do evil if you don't dress up like this sneaky look. oo sorry, I'm a "human" did not see. "

As Lockhart spoke, he raised his wand and looked around at the dozens of people in front of him with his head held high, as if he was not surrounded by dozens of people, but like a fisherman looking at the one hanging in front of him. General salted fish.

"...Isn't it? Flint? Nott? Yaxley? McNeil?" Lockhart looked over one by one and identified several people.

After being named, there was a commotion among the thugs. Just a mob. Lockhart said heartily.

He was just deceiving these people, he actually didn't know who was inside. But if you think about it, you can celebrate the Quidditch World Cup victory, drink a couple of yellow soup and become a "Quidditch hooligan", and take pleasure in insulting Muggles, except for those pure bloods who are not happy Besides, who else could it be?

Although Lockhart looks down on these cowards, he will not look down on them because of this.

The destructive power of the rabble.

Lockhart named them because when a person is in a group, he gets a false sense of security and strength because of the number of people, making him feel like he can do whatever he wants.

But if you take them out one by one and let them return to the perspective of "individual" to think about problems, a person's IQ of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages will reoccupy his mind

Seeing unease in the crowd, Lockhart struck while the iron was hot, further dividing the crowd in front of him.

"...In addition to them, there are many people. Because I have a business relationship with me, I will not name their names for the time being. I have to give some face..."

While he was talking, he watched the reactions of these people, and sure enough, the impetuous aura in the crowd had largely disappeared.

Many of these people must be Death Eaters who escaped prison punishment. Although they usually get together, they don't trust each other very much.

After all, these people sold out the secrets of the Death Eaters or Voldemort in order to escape prison punishment. Who can trust who?

Lockhart reminded them by "not naming names" that although you are both here to have fun, there is a difference between you called "Mongjie-level" - some people can escape prison punishment with financial resources, and some people cannot.

Maybe there are more sensible people present who can guess what Lockhart is doing, but they may not dare to say it, because another disadvantage of the group effect is that very few people dare to be the first bird.

Sure enough, when Lockhart held his breath on alert for a long time, the people in front of him were not moving.

Lockhart had a bottom line.

Chapter 265 Intimidation

After reconfirming that these guys were nothing but serene guys, but refused to go away out of face, Lockhart decided to give them the final fatal blow.

"No matter how many sheep are in the flock, they are only sheep, but a tiger needs only one to drive them..."

As Lockhart spoke, he pointed his wand to the ground, and a small blob of blue flames fell on the grass.

Then, with a flick of Lockhart's wrist, blue flames spread to both sides and burned into a line of fire.

After imitating what he saw in the movie, when the line of fire expanded to four people's width, he turned around abruptly, drew the line of fire heavily and circled it, and finally turned into a dark blue fire ring, connecting Lockhart and Lockhart. The Roberts couple behind him are caged in it.

In the blue flame, Lockhart's expression looked a little gloomy.

"... Admit it, without the mysterious man, you are like a flock of sheep that have lost their heads, a skeleton that has lost its backbone. It looks decent, but in fact it looks like a beautiful crystal cup tower. down."

The blue flames were burning slowly on the grass, but there was no squeak of burning grass stalks, and even the rustling sound of the night wind blowing through the woods was louder than this burning sound. The dark and silent environment combined with Lockhart's deliberately slow tone made the thugs feel extremely stressed.

The wizards under the hood looked at each other now, and it didn't take Lockhart to look at him to know that the thugs were shaking now.

"That's Grindelwald's magic! I saw it at Lachaise Cemetery!"

And some "informed people" in the crowd seem to recognize Lockhart's magic

, his tone sounded suspicious.

The people next to him were naturally surprised.

"Are you sure, Carlo?" they whispered.

"It can't be wrong, I was there at the time, and my uncle took me with me." Amycus Carlo's voice trembled.

"Damn, what's up with this guy..."

"Who knows, I heard that he has also ventured around the world before, and has been to many places in Europe..."

"He's lucky..."

Although the voices were still loud and full of anger, the voices themselves were getting lower and lower, and the mob's intention to retreat became more and more obvious.

Without waiting for the possible magical attack, Lockhart was already convinced that these people would not dare to attack him, so he gradually became arrogant.

"So, what's your response? Do you want to go away before things get too big, or come to challenge my level of magic? To be honest, after two years at Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, I feel that my The level of spellcasting has been declining, and it would be great if someone would like to practice with me."

"You can't be strong enough to deal with all of us," someone said tentatively.

But Lockhart was unexpectedly tough: "Whether I am strong or not, today I represent the Ministry of Magic and the authority granted to me by the entire wizarding world, so I have to set a rule here - one by one."

Lockhart pointed to the blue fire ring he had just drawn, and said word by word: "Whether you cast magic on me or cross this line, it will be regarded as a challenge to the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

I will use the authority granted me by the Ministry of Magic to attack any wizard who dares to challenge public authority.

Maybe I can't kill you all, but I promise I can at least kill all of you

There are people who have crossed the line, and the first ten people who have shot at me.

Don't say it's unpredictable. "

After that, Lockhart took a slight step forward with his left foot and raised the wand in his hand: in a standard duel-ready posture.

From the look of him, it seems that he intends to do what he says.

See things come to a standstill.

Finally, someone still couldn't bear their temper and tried to "make peace".

"Lockhart, I think you should have noticed - we haven't done anything yet.

:Is it right? ' said a familiar voice from Lockhart.

Although he couldn't see the full face of the man under the hood, Lockhart could tell that he was definitely the "shareholder" of the oil company.

Hearing this, Lockhart became more and more at ease: "Yeah, what a pity... but your intentions just now seemed obvious."

"But there is no such thing as 'attempt' in the crimes of the wizarding world. One of the guys who didn't seem to drink too much said, "Look, the Irish team won the championship, everyone is very happy, it's normal to go for a walk to relieve the boredom after drinking. family…”

He paused in the middle of his speech, because he found that the people around him were slowly backing away.

Obviously, not everyone has the courage to face the "legendary black magic". The people who are still talking now are all those who were "named" just now.

The person who wasn't named is okay, they can pretend they don't know about it, like the guy who **** at a fancy dress party, even if everyone actually knows who he/she is, just deny it.

The speaker scolded inwardly, but he had to stand up and negotiate, because he was the one who proposed to have fun.

"...I admit we drank a lot, but the situation was a bit special tonight, and it was so messy that it wasn't really clear who did what," he told Lockhart.

Just as he was talking, Lockhart carefully measured the store in his heart, and found that he really couldn't help these people.

Although these thugs were frightened by themselves, from the wizarding law, the crime of playing two Muggles in private is not very serious. to the point of being in prison.

As long as these people are willing, they only assume that they have drunk too much, and if they make a fuss about "attempting", it is very likely that they will only be fined at most, which may not be as serious as the crime of negligence by the Ministry of Magic security.

After all, in the wizarding world, "drinking too much" is a universal excuse, and even Americans didn't prohibit wizards from drinking alcohol during Prohibition.

Thinking of this, Lockhart opened his mouth again.

"Today's moonlight is very good, I don't think I will recognize the wrong person, what do you think?" The few people who were still at the front of the team were overjoyed.

"No mistake, but we were just dragged into the team, and we were setting off fireworks." They walked down the steps Lockhart gave.

"Fireworks... with magic fireworks..."

"Fireworks should also be very common on the Muggle side. Although we set off magical fireworks, the overall difference should not be large... Of course, this also violates some regulations, and we are willing to pay the corresponding fines to the Ministry of Magic. "The thugs also gave Lockhart a step down.

"Really? But it's already late at night. I suggest you go back to the tent quickly, don't cause us any more trouble, and pay the fine after dawn."

There was still no emotion in Lockhart's voice, but he let it go after all.

-Pen, -zJ

The hooded people looked relieved: "Thank you very much, Lockhart, there shouldn't be any trouble tonight..."

However, as if to slap the hooded man in the face, a yellow flare suddenly rose from the "hotel" camp in the distance.