Chapter 193
While the other wizards were busy providing assistance, the six gang leaders approached Harold, who was currently talking to Dumbledore about something.
"As agreed, for the next three years, you will not interfere in our affairs," their representative, the leader of the largest gang, stepped forward.
"And you, you will not involve civilians in your squabbles, otherwise, we will have every right to judge you," Minchum nodded indifferently at his words, because they had already discussed this point when signing the agreement. And, shaking hands, he turned to his "colleagues".
"Then, we are leaving as well, I think you can take care of our wounded comrades and bodies." the man grinned, pointing his wand upward and releasing a yellow projectile, which after a few seconds brightly lit up the sky and served as a signal, after which all the gang members one by one began to apparate from the battlefield.
"Do you think it was worth agreeing to such a condition?" Albus asked him, who heard about this for the first time and was a little surprised that Harold accepted such a condition.
"We had no choice." the man answered with a tired sigh and a crooked smile, looking around the entire "field" of the battle, where many bodies were still lying, which had not yet been removed, "If I had not done this, there would have been many more victims, and ... who said that I would allow them to do whatever they want?"
Catching the mocking look of the minister, a laugh escaped the lips of the school headmaster "You haven't changed a bit since then."
"You are one to talk, mister most powerful "light wizard", he added caustically, emphasising the last two words.
"And what did you offer Voldemort, I don't believe that he just decided to help?" not paying attention to his words, Albus asked again.
"Not to interfere in matters related to the dark part of Magical Britain for the next year and a half."
Tom himself did not even say goodbye and also left a few minutes ago, taking with him the bodies of still living servants. After all, at the moment, every member of the organisation was important, especially after the loss of almost half of the staff, and also so that they would not blurt out too much if they wanted to interrogate them, and he knew that they would definitely do it.
As soon as the former Gryffindor heard this, he stared at Michum in amazement. "Giving him so much time, aren't you afraid that he will gain strength again?"
But in response, Harold, like a predator, bared his teeth "I will gladly watch how he will subjugate or destroy the remaining gangs with a hundred or so "Death Eaters", and it will be even better if they simply kill each other."
"No, you still haven't changed." Albus shook his head, stroking his beard, "Okay, I will not distract you anymore, and soon breakfast will begin, and I simply cannot miss the raspberry pie."
"Everyone has their own thoughts, but Albus Dumbledore, as always, is talking about sweets." The minister said and in response, the headmaster only silently shrugged his shoulders and disappeared, "Ninety-six years old, and sometimes he behaves like a real child, although he is still a fox…" Another sigh escaped from his lips, accompanied by a half-cheerful smile, remembering his first acquaintance with this old man, back in the Wizengamot, when he, right at one of the meetings, ate lemon sherbet, because he had yet to eat breakfast that day.
"Mister Minister!"
"What is it?" breaking out of his thoughts, he looked puzzled at the Auror who called out to him, who was standing near one of the enemy bodies.
"Look." He pointed his wand at the open chest, where the sign of the "Black Star" was depicted, which sometimes appeared, sometimes disappeared,which looked rather strange and immediately alerted the minister.
"Everyone move away from the enemy bodies and drag the wounded away!" he exclaimed, which greatly surprised the wizards, but they did not discuss the order and quickly began to carry the victims behind the first barrier, which they had previously destroyed with difficulty.
And, thanks to simple levitation spells, a minute was enough to do this, and then they began to do the same with the bodies of the dead members of the former union, until only enemy bodies remained under the dome.
But at the same time, they were still puzzled by this abrupt order.
Harold himself only silently watched the mark, which blinked more and more often with each second, until in one moment it simply froze, and then disintegrated and disappeared.
"Hm..." and so another whole minute passed, until he tiredly shook his head, "Apparently, I'm becoming too suspicious, damn Moody, with his constant vigilance." looking at the stone lying in front of him, unable to restrain himself, too much had fallen on him in this short week and with all his strength, he kicked it. But right in flight, when Minchum had already turned around and wanted to head for the wounded, the stone slightly changed its direction and a second later, it flew into the head of the body lying on the ground and the next moment, it was suddenly engulfed in flames and ...:
— BOOM!!!
A strong shock wave hit the minister right in the back, throwing the surprised man forward a couple of metres, but he still managed to grab his wand from his holster in mid-air and put up a barrier, but the first blast was followed by a chain reaction.
— BOOM! BOOM!
BOOM-BOOM! BOOM!!
Explosions merged into a real cacophony of sounds and the entire dome was engulfed in flames. The Aurors outside the barrier managed to close the passage so that the shock wave and fire did not break out, but the fate of those who were still inside was unknown...
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At the same time, almost at the border with France, in a small clearing covered with snow, surrounded by bare trees, more than a hundred people in leather outfits appeared out of nowhere.
The man in the robe standing in front of them looked indifferently to the right and only snorted contemptuously, and then was going to apparate again, but to the neighboring island where France was located and from there, continue his journey to the east.
The rest of his squad also behaved to match the leader and silently followed him.
Charles himself, who was in the very centre of the group, behaved quite quietly and generally tried not to stand out, as did the members of the "Steel" squad.
And when the deputy commander of the "Diamond" squad was already ready to use the spell, he suddenly froze and frowned, and then, raising his palm up, he made a certain gesture with his hand and at the same moment, magical tools appeared in the hands of each wizard.
"Who are you and why are you pursuing us?" He asked, looking around sullenly, feeling someone's gaze on him, but where it was coming from, the man could not understand.
"You have good perception.…" a deep, old voice sounded, from which goosebumps ran down the spine of the member of the "Black Star", because it sounded right next to his ear, causing a dark gray aura to burst out of the wizard's staff, absorbing him in a second and spreading several metres in all directions. "I ask again, who are you ?!"
Continuing to look around, he exclaimed again, tightly clutching the artefact in his hand.
"It does not matter, but you took something that does not belong to you."
"What did I take from you ?! We have never met!"
The other wizards, listening to their conversation, also tried to find the place where the speaker was hiding, but no matter how much they tried, everything was unsuccessful.
"You took this from the site of the recent battle, although I was the first to lay eyes on it…" and a figure in a robe appeared in front of them with an outstretched hand, "Give the vessel, otherwise, I will have to take it by force."
"You still haven't answered my question." the wizard asked again with a gloomy expression, increasingly realising that the old man standing in front of him possessed terrifying power, and what scared the man most was the life energy, which in the body of the unknown was almost tens of times more than in the commander of the "Almaz" squad, because as a necromancer, he walked on the fine line between life and death and perfectly felt both types of energy.
And, this was also one of the signs of strength, because the more life energy was in the wizard's body, the more magic he could pass through himself and even his instincts developed over decades screamed at him to quickly get away from this monster.
"M-Mister Ichiros…" Charles, who had come forward with a trembling voice, said, immediately recognizing the old man, since he had read his personal file more than once, which also contained a photograph.
"Do you know him?" The deputy commander of the "Almaz" squad's gaze darted in his direction.
"Y-yes, the leader ordered, under no circumstances to anger him and try to improve relations…" he answered nervously, swallowing, and then added, "… his student will become the next commander of the "Medi" squad, the leader said so…"
"I see," a vessel appeared in the necromancer's hand, which he threw to the old man without thinking.
"If this helps not to spoil our relations, then I have nothing against giving it." the man added, forcing a smile, although it was clear from his eyes that he did not really want to give up his chance to become stronger, because such battles, where one can collect so much death energy, and that also from wizards, were very rare and in the last thirty years or so years, this was the third.
Usually, he absorbed it from the Muggle world, but the difference between them was significant and it was measured by density.
The death energy left by wizards was ten times denser than that of muggles and helped to improve the body much faster so that it could pass even more magic through itself, thereby allowing the use of more powerful spells.
And, no matter how much he wanted to keep this vessel, he could not do this, because a conflict with such a monster would not lead to anything good and even if the wizard survived now, then at headquarters, the commander of the "Almaz" squad would definitely finish him off, so that the leader would not have to get his hands dirty.
"I am surprised, in our time it is a great rarity for wizards who can think about the consequences," raising the vial to eye level, he smiled slightly and nodded, "Convey my gratitude to your leader and I will definitely pay him back for this," Amon said at last before disappearing.
Taking a deep breath and suppressing his anger, the necromancer nodded slightly to Charles as a warning and again made a hand signal for his subordinates to relax a little.
"Do you know how strong he is?" he asked the leader of the Steel squad. "We don't know his limits, but he easily destroyed a team from the Queens organisation, which was among the ten strongest… that's what my brother said…"
"Vitold, yes… okay, you can tell the leader at headquarters the rest." to which Charles quickly nodded in response.
"Eh… I've only been away for a year, and so much has already happened…" the man said without his former joy, slightly loosening his grip on his staff, "It's just that I made this detour in vain… okay, let's continue on our way, I can't wait to meet my teacher…."
"Yes!" and a moment later the clearing was empty…
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