Witcher at Hogwarts

Hogwarts had not yet started school, and it was completely silent in the dark night. The only sound in the quiet corridors was the clattering footsteps of Harry and his group.

Everyone worked hard to climb the complicated stairs of Hogwarts and rushed towards the principal's office.

Suddenly, a figure stood in front of everyone, and Harry, who was highly nervous, was startled.

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

Snape still had his ugly hooked nose, his hair was greasy, and his originally sallow face looked extremely pale today.

Lucius looked over and saw Snape's hand marked by Voldemort hanging by his side and trembling slightly.

Lucius knew it immediately, and the mark on Snape's arm was tormenting him right now.

"What's going on with you one by one?" Snape looked at the disgraced group of people suspiciously and asked everyone.

"Snape, Quidditch Cup one by one." Sirius Black spoke quickly and explained to Snape everything that had just happened in the Quidditch World Cup.

Hearing that the Death Eaters were rioting, Snape immediately opened his eyes.

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

"Lucius, you and Black can go find Dumbledore. As for Mrs. Malfoy and you, please come with me one by one. I will take you to find a place to rest." Snape said calmly.

"But one by one" Sirius Black glanced at Harry with some worry.

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

The huge chaos in the camp was gradually under control at this time, and the Death Eaters belonging to a ragtag group were gradually disbanded under the orderly attacks of the Aurors.

Ethan held up his wand and the members of his team calmly attacked the Death Eaters at the scene.

Ethan finally listened to Moody's advice and did not kill Death Eaters wantonly.

But Ethan still didn't hold back. The Dirty Curse, the Drowning Curse, the Skinning Curse, and the Torture Curse were all shot out from the wand in Ethan's hand in turn.

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

After a while, there was no Death Eater left standing around Ethan.

Moody had already dealt with the Death Eaters in his position at this time, and limped over to Ethan in a hurry.

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

"Ethan, it's very good of you to do this." Moody said unnaturally.

He didn't care at all about the large number of Death Eaters lying on the ground wailing in pain.

Moody also hated Death Eaters very much. In Moody's opinion, he did not kill them directly, but kept their lives so that they could stand trial, which was already extremely lenient.

At this time, there was finally a dense crackling sound around the camp, and large groups of Aurors and strikers appeared in neat lines around the camp.

They brought a large number of carriages drawn by flying horses and composed of iron cages.

Without any explanation, he picked up the wailing Death Eaters lying on the ground, completely ignoring 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 piles of wood.

The carriages were piled one after another, making the carriages packed to the brim.

Some violent-tempered Death Eaters were particularly dissatisfied with this rough treatment and yelled and cursed, but the only response they received was a punch from the Aurors.

After a while, all the Death Eaters within Ethan's sight had been cleared away.

"Ethan, we have to deal with this Dark Mark. It's too ugly hanging here." Moody said to Ethan with a somewhat unnatural look on his face.

Moody and other Aurors also tried to dispel the Dark Mark, but to no avail. The mark seemed to have been made using some clever magic.

But allowing such a Dark Mark to hang in the air is a great challenge to the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

Thinking of this, Ethan raised the magic spell and pointed it at the ferocious green Dark Mark floating in the sky.

"Dispel the mark!" Ethan shouted loudly to the dark mark in the sky.

A pale white curse immediately floated into the sky and hit the Black Mark accurately.

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

"We tried this," Moody said to Ethan. "We have tried dispelling spells, disappearing spells, and stopping spells, but they have no effect."

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

Finally, Ethan seemed to have thought of something, raised his wand again, and pointed it at the Dark Mark in the sky.

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

A bright white curse 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.

"Ethan, do you know ancient spells?" Moody said in surprise.

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

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

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

Ethan came across this spell accidentally while flipping through Salazar Slytherin's book of spells.

I jotted down the spell, but I didn't expect it to be so effective here.

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

The two turned their heads hurriedly, and then they were both surprised.

A particularly tall woman appeared in front of the two of them. This woman was almost as tall as Hagrid.

And while Hagrid is quite careless and has a brutalist appearance, this woman's appearance is very delicate.

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

She was wrapped in a black wrought garment from head to toe, and many gorgeous opals shone around her neck and on her thick fingers.

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 in surprise, so she didn't show any discomfort.

"Hello, gentlemen, I am Maxim, the principal of Bubaston Magic School in France." Mrs. Maxim said.

"Hello, Mrs. Maxim, how can I help you?" Ethan said gentlemanly.