days at Hogwarts

Chapter 660 Launch
Hastings, Holiday Park.

Kingsley hid behind the bushes, raised his head and took a deep breath. The smell of damp and decay lingered at his nose and was becoming stronger and stronger. The temperature nearby was dropping rapidly. These signs all indicated the same thing - the Dementors were approaching.

He held the wand upright in front of him, and as he chanted the spell in a steady voice, invisible barriers gradually spread out:

"[Safeguarding Peace]"

"[Muggle Shielding]"

"[Muggle Expulsion]"

"【Close your ears and listen】"

"..."

In the open space in the park, some Muggles suddenly woke up from the frenzied festival atmosphere, rubbed their arms to relieve the goose bumps caused by the cold, some looked up at the thick black clouds in the sky, suddenly felt bored, muttered a few complaints, and began to leave in groups.

In just a few minutes, the originally bustling and crowded event site became empty.

The figures wearing cloaks and hoods also noticed something was wrong. Someone lifted his hood and laughed sinisterly: "Why is it over? The real party is just beginning now!"

"[Reappearance of Corpse Bones]"

With a sharp shout, the magic wand that was not registered with the Ministry of Magic pointed to the thick black clouds, and brilliant light gushed out. The green light gathered into a giant python, which drilled in and out of the eye sockets and mouth holes of the terrifying giant skull. The Dark Mark covered the sky in an instant.

Some of the Muggles who had not left yet cried out in surprise, looked up at the sky in amazement, and some even stood there in a daze.

The Dark Mark was like an open invitation. Dark wizards and werewolves lurking in the dark saw the signal and came to the banquet one after another. Along with the sound of Apparitions, more and more hooded figures appeared in the park.

Some alert young people noticed something was wrong and took out their mobile phones to call the police, but they soon discovered that the communication tools in their hands could not connect to the outside world, there was no signal, and the screen flashed twice and then suddenly went out.

The temperature dropped rapidly and thick fog suddenly descended.

The cold, damp fog covered the street lights, extinguished the bonfires, obscured the Dark Mark, and silently swallowed up all light. The black clouds became thicker and darker, and even lightning could not penetrate.

The Dementors have arrived.

On the seats beside the road, several young men dressed as vampires huddled together to keep warm. One of them was wearing a high-necked windbreaker and had a pale face. He shivered and pulled his clothes tightly to slow down the loss of heat. Suddenly, his eyes rolled up and his whole body collapsed and fell backward.

The two young men squeezed on both sides of him looked at him in horror, then their eyes rolled up as well, and their trachea continued to make the sound of air exhaling, only exhaling, no inhaling, as if some invisible ghost thing was in front of him, absorbing something equally invisible from their bodies.

This is the good time they have carefully chosen, the time of Halloween celebration, a crowded occasion, the rich joyful atmosphere still retains the tempting aroma, and the evil monsters enjoy this delicious meal wantonly.

Bodies continued to fall into the black fog. The temperature was getting lower and lower, and the smell of dampness and decay was getting stronger and stronger. The corpse monsters covered in black cloaks, which looked like they were fished out of the sea, roared with joy.

"[Calling God to Guard]"

A crisp sound was heard, and strands of silver light gathered into a long-eared rabbit. The silver mist pushed away the black mist, and the clear light illuminated a small area. Although it could only be maintained within a few feet, the nimble rabbit could break through the thick fog with a single jump, illuminating a large area.

The Auror team worked in perfect harmony with the rabbit, searching and rescuing any Muggles they spotted and attacking any dark wizards they spotted.

However, the next second, the Aurors following behind the Patronus were stunned. No matter whether they were Muggles or dark wizards, everyone in their field of vision was surrounded by dozens of Dementors. Because the dark wizards could not summon a Patronus, they held their wands in their hands but could not resist and were sucked unconscious.

The Aurors were confused for a moment. They didn't have to fight at all. "Rufus, something's wrong!" Kingsley waved his wand and appeared in front of Scrimgeour, his voice a little hoarse. "These Dementors indiscriminately attack anyone who is not protected by a Patronus. They seem to be completely out of control!"

"It's not out of control. This is the order they received."

Scrimgeour's voice was hoarse, his solemn and deep face illuminated by the light of the patronus, his brows were tightly furrowed, his mind was briefly confused, he forced himself to calm down and sort out what happened tonight.

This group of dark wizards are abandoned bait and food for Dementors.

And the Ministry of Magic is the big fish that has taken the bait.

The worried Voldemort never showed up from beginning to end.

Scrimgeour's heart gradually sank to the bottom of the valley. He observed that the cold and thick fog around him had begun to thinner and the Dementors were being driven away. He vaguely understood that this operation had ended inexplicably.

Most of the Muggles had been taken away via Apparition, and most of the Dark wizards had been brought under control.

As for the remaining small group, all their emotions had been sucked away by the Dementors, and they had completely lost their sanity, becoming empty shells without souls.

Those corpse-like bodies lying on the ground came into view, and Scrimgeour naturally thought of some frightening scenes. He closed his eyes in pain and ordered in a deep voice: "Contact the department immediately to confirm the situation!"

Kingsley also had a solemn expression on his face and nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he and Scrimgeour suddenly raised their heads, looking through the thin mist at the sky.

Their pupils suddenly contracted, and blazing flames were reflected in their eyes. Something like a meteor seemed to be approaching rapidly, and the air continued to make a dull roar.

……

"It has been confirmed that the incident took place at the Hastings Holiday Park...

“The police station received a call half an hour ago, but it was disconnected very quickly…

“We sent people to investigate the scene of paranormal activity suspected to be witchcraft activity, and the on-site commander replied that they could not enter the park.

"If an investigator is forcibly sent in, an unexplained cognitive error will occur, and the investigator will return on his own, completely losing relevant memories.

"..."

At 10 Downing Street, the Prime Minister quietly listened to the military report with a slightly electric sound in the telephone receiver, and tapped lightly on the documents on the desk with his fingers. It was a summary analysis report on unsolved cases in recent months.

A mysterious fog lingers on the edge of the country and has caused hundreds of cases of vegetative disability in recent months, with no clear cause.

Thefts, robberies, missing persons and unexplained murders occur frequently.

After a brief moment of thought, the Prime Minister suddenly remembered the meeting a few months ago, and the words of Minister Scrimgeour echoed in his ears.

The most powerful dark wizard who ever lived...

"…deployment completed, awaiting confirmation."

"emission."

(End of this chapter)