Chapter 163 The Fight

The solid wood doors of the auditorium were blown into countless pieces, and a laser-like red beam swept through the room amidst the smoke and dust.

Felix smoothly flicked off that spell - it is a Stupefying Charm.

"What a weak magic." He wondered in amazement.

But the next second, a red beam came straight at him, crashing into an invisible barrier with a low thud.

Felix curled his mouth, "That's somewhat decent."

He smoothly grabbed Professor Burbage as she panicked and smoothed out her ginger hair that was in the way, "What's wrong, what's wrong? What the hell is going on?"

Felix didn't respond to her, the dual effect of the Supersensory Charm, and Thought Acceleration slowed down everything around him.

Burbage's question seemed to drag on for a long time, and the accelerating curves of the spell arced slower.

When a dozen or so spells arrived, he had already prepared the Shield Charm to deflect them away.

" Snip!"

A light sound, Felix used Apparition to bring Professor Burbage to the seventh floor of the hotel, "Professor Burbage, I previously explored and checked, the sixth and seventh floors are not inhabited, it will not be the target of the assailants, you just find a room to hide."

This is what he confirmed, before Celeste and that masculine face male wizard was simply found this secluded place to talk about confidential topics.

"Okay, okay." Burbage swallowed nervously, that scene just now was too stimulating, she had never seen so many spells appear before her eyes at the same time in her life.

The words Felix had advised her earlier flashed through her mind one by one.

Felix's body twisted and disappeared, leaving a faint black smoke in the same place. In the next instant, he emerged out of the void in the auditorium and appeared at the second-floor railing of the auditorium.

After tilting his head to dodge a red arrow that missed him, he stood on high ground and looked down.

The room had fallen into shambles - the door had blown open, tables and chairs were falling apart, and there were burn marks everywhere. It had happened so suddenly that a large portion of the Muggle research experts had collapsed on the floor, but judging from their state, they were unconscious at best.

''Heh, this group of assailants showing mercy?''

His gaze quickly swept across the entire room, his brain running at high speed as he brought all the details of the room under control.

This is the starting requirement of the instant kill move, reading the battlefield to obtain usable information.

The two fighting sides, one side is divided into three camps: Celeste, the masculine-faced man hiding behind the podium, they belong to the MACUSA.

Maxwell and two unfamiliar young Aurors who were hiding next to the stone pillars, should all be guards assigned by the French Ministry of Magic.

The remaining dozen or so Muggle experts from different countries were scattered around, barely defending themselves.

On the other side were the assailants, who were uniformly dressed in black robes embellished with white stars and wearing masks on their faces. Twenty-seven in total and still flooding in.

"Noel Celeste! Come out!"

Someone among the assailants shouted, and as they spoke, the windows of the fourth-floor auditorium exploded open, and seven or eight black-robed wizards on broomsticks burst in, hovering above the ceiling and swooping down to cast a spell.

Felix swung his wand directly at two wizards who cast spells at him, causing the others to move far away in fear.

Celeste hid behind the podium, she looked angry as a lion: "It has been abolished in 1965!"

"Do you know what you have done? Fighting against the MACUSA!"

She seemed to be explaining something, but it provoked the other side's anger instead.

"Liar!"

"This is deception!"

These attackers were clearly divided into four squads, front, and back. In each squad, someone is responsible for attacking and someone is responsible for protecting, shielding each other, and advancing in layers, occupying most of the auditorium, almost forcing the Ministry of Magic's side into a corner.

And what is even more frightening is that there are black-robed wizards constantly pouring into the room, and the number of enemies seems to have no end in sight, which caused Maxwell's heart to despair.

The last attack was only five people, but this time I'm afraid it's not ten times as many?

The French Ministry of Magic had been cautious enough to transfer a total of twelve Aurors, forming two combat squads, enough to sweep a black market. But this time they were losing too much, seven were knocked down in one shot.

There is only one reason - that is, there are simply too many people on the other side! With spells coming from all directions, there is simply no room to dodge.

Maxwell gritted his teeth as he glanced around at his comrades, counting him there are only three, and the remaining nine have fallen at the hands of the opponents.

He could only pray that the ministry would soon discover the anomaly and send reinforcement.

...

Felix is somewhat confused, the purpose of the assailants is simple, it is Noel Celeste, and Celeste seems to know that their target is herself, and even knows who they are.

Because she told Maxwell from across the two stone pillars, "Don't use the killing curse!"

But the battlefield is not under her control, and it's a bad idea to show mercy in the middle of a fight if there is no overwhelming advantage on your side. A red light struck Maxwell, causing him to stiffen, followed by seven or eight more red lights that followed.

With a stunned expression on his face, the spell lifted his entire body off the ground and slammed him hard against the pillar behind him.

"Maxwell!"

A young Auror's eyes reddened as he gritted his teeth, as he cast a dark curse, and a black mist condensed in midair to form a sharp dagger that stabbed an assailant across the room in an unstoppable manner, whose chest instantly burst with a large amount of blood.

"Bethany!" A grief-stricken voice came from the opposite side, and then their spell became vicious.

Though he still failed to get to the bottom of it, Felix felt he had to intervene - before things became irreversible.

He raised his hand to cast a Finestra spell, and the spell struck the ceiling chandelier, shattering it and part of the ceiling, sending dust and stones showering down.

The red light in the sky diminished significantly in a moment.

Felix's figure appeared very abruptly in the center of the auditorium, he calmly and precisely waved his wand, stupefying charm flew out from the tip of his wand like water, as smoke and dust dissipated, seven to eight assailants fell to the ground.

" Finite!"

Felix thrust his wand to the ground with his backhand, red light poured out like a horrible wave, with him as the center, the assailants, muggle specialists, Aurors, and MACUSA officials fluttered out like wheat, the spell that were still being prepared soundlessly dimmed down.

All eyes looked at the figure that suddenly appeared, watching him slowly stand up and raise his wand expressionlessly.

The auditorium went so quiet that even breathing could be heard, and after about 7 or 8 seconds -

"Strike him down!" said a deep, steady voice among the assailants.

But a dozen spells only hit the black smoke he left in place, and then everyone in the room saw a scene they would never forget. Felix's figure kept flickering, and each time he appeared, he shook his hand and waved a dazzling red light.

And the most exaggerated thing is, they saw seven Felix simultaneously appearing at the same time.

The squad of an assailant that barely managed to break into the auditorium in front was almost swept to the ground in a second or two, and the remaining three squads collapsed to their knees in submission.

''Too weak, despite the decent formation, the individual quality is too poor, losing when they lost their team protection, even the most basic sense of self-protection is not present, it kinda looks like I'm bullying kids...''

Felix did not feel the pleasure of casting spells, on the contrary, the disbelief in his heart is even more. If we have to draw an analogy, some of their spells were not as good as Percy Weasley's.

''There is a huge gap in strength between the members, they aren't used to using killing curses and dark magic, they don't have enough combat experience, and their spells are weak ...''

''Where did these assailants come from?''

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