Hogwarts had not yet started school at this time, and it was silent in the dark night. In the quiet corridor, there was only the sound of the crackling footsteps of Harry and a group of people.

Everyone worked hard to climb the complicated stairs of Hogwarts and rushed in the direction of the headmaster's office.

Suddenly, a figure blocked in front of everyone, and Harry, who was highly nervous, was taken aback.

Looking up, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and it was Professor Snape who stopped them.

Snape still held his ugly hooked nose, his hair was greasy, and his grayish-yellow face looked exceptionally pale today.

Lucius looked over and saw that Snape's hand, which had been marked by Voldemort, was hanging down beside him and shaking slightly.

Lucius knew right away that the mark on Snape's arm was also tormenting him at this time.

"What happened to you one by one?" Snape looked suspiciously at the disgraced group of people and asked the crowd.

"Snape, Quidditch Cup one-on-one" Sirius Black quickly explained to Snape what had just happened in the Quidditch World Cup.

Hearing the Death Eaters rioting, Snape's eyes widened immediately.

His eyes scanned Harry's body without a trace, and after confirming that Harry was not injured, Snape finally withdrew his eyes.

"Lucius, you and Blake can go to Dumbledore. As for Mrs. Malfoy and you, come with me one by one. I'll take you to a place to rest." Snape said lightly.

"But one by one" Sirius Black gave Harry a worried look.

But in the end, Sirius Black also nodded and rushed towards the principal's office with Lucius.

The huge chaos in the camp has been gradually brought under control at this time, and the Death Eaters belonging to a group of rabble gradually disintegrated under the orderly attack of the Aurors.

Ethan raised his wand and his team members calmly attacked the Death Eaters at the scene.

Ethan finally listened to Moody's advice and didn't wantonly kill the Death Eaters.

But Ethan still didn't keep his hand. He drew the Dirty Curse, the Drowning Curse, the Skinning Curse, and the Torture Curse, and shot out from the wand in Ethan's hand in turn.

The Death Eaters hit by Ethan's curse all fell to the ground in pain, rolling over in pain, completely losing the ability to move.

After a while, Ethan couldn't find any Death Eaters who could still stand.

Moody had already dealt with the Death Eaters who were in charge of his position at this time, and hurriedly limped towards Ethan.

Seeing that Ethan was not killing frantically, Moody was obviously relieved, and his expression finally relaxed.

"Ethan, you're doing it well—it's good." Moody said somewhat unnaturally.

Regardless of the hordes of Death Eaters lying on the ground and wailing in pain.

Moody also hated the Death Eaters very much. In Moody's opinion, he did not kill them directly, but saved their lives so that they could stand trial.

At this time, there was finally a loud crackling sound around the camp, and the Aurors and batters of the brigade appeared around the camp in a neat line.

They brought a large number of carriages made of iron cages, drawn by flying horses.

Involuntarily, he picked up the mourning Death Eaters from the ground, completely disregarding their injuries, and stuffed them into the iron cage at once.

They didn't bring many carriages, so the treatment of these Death Eaters was particularly miserable, they were like a pile of wood.

The carriages were piled up one by one, crowding the carriages to the brim.

Some violent Death Eaters were particularly dissatisfied with this brutal treatment, but the only response to them was an old fist from the Aurors.

After a while, all the Death Eaters within Ethan's sight have been cleaned up.

"Ethan, we have to deal with this Dark Mark. It's too ugly to hang here." Moody said to Ethan with an unnatural expression.

Moody and the other Aurors also tried to dispel the Dark Mark, but to no avail. This mark seems to have used clever magic.

But letting such a dark mark hang in the air like this is also a big challenge to the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of this, Ethan raised the spell and aimed at the green and hideous black demon mark floating in the sky.

"Dispel the mark!" Ethan said aloud to the dark mark in the sky.

A pale white magic spell immediately floated into the sky and hit the black magic mark accurately.

Unfortunately, it was of no use, and the Dark Mark was still well suspended in the air.

"We tried this," Moody said to Ethan. "Dispelling spells, vanishing spells, and standing spells, we've all tried them, but they didn't work."

Ethan also frowned, this is indeed a very tricky thing.

In the end, Ethan seemed to have thought of something, raised his wand again, and aimed at the black mark in the sky.

"Dispel, disappear, clear." This time Ethan chanted a very complicated spell composed of Latin.

A bright white magic spell flew into the sky in an instant and hit the Dark Mark.

This spell was very effective, the green skull was shattered in an instant, and quickly disappeared into the sky.

Seeing this scene, Moody's eyes widened in surprise~lightnovelpub.net~Ethan, do you know ancient spells? "Moody said in surprise.

For many reasons, most of the ancient spells in the magic world have completely disappeared.

Therefore, Moody was naturally very surprised to see that Ethan could actually use a spell passed down from ancient times.

"I only have this one." Ethan said calmly.

Ethan came across this spell by chance while reading Salazar Slytherin's spell book.

The spell that I wrote down, I didn't expect it would be so effective here.

"Sorry gentlemen, I have to disturb you." A gentle voice sounded behind the two of them.

The two hurriedly turned their heads, and then both of them were taken aback.

An extraordinarily tall woman appeared in front of the two of them. This woman was almost as tall as Hagrid.

Also, Hagrid is rather rough, and the Fauvism looks different. This woman's appearance is very delicate.

She has a very handsome olive-colored face, a pair of black and watery eyes, and a very pointed nose. Her hair was pulled back in a shiny bun at the base of her neck.

She was wrapped in a black forge from head to toe, and her neck and thick fingers shone with many opals.

At this time, Ethan had already recognized who this woman was, so he smiled at her.

This woman was obviously used to being stared at by everyone's surprised eyes, so she didn't show any discomfort.

"Hello, gentlemen, I'm the headmaster of the French School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in Bubbaston, Maxime," said Mrs. Maxime.

"Hello, Madame Maxime, is there anything I can do to help you?" Ethan said gentlemanly.