"Thunder!"
Alvin spits a word softly but lands on a group of Death Eaters like thunder.
No, it's a thunderbolt!
At the same time, a blue lightning bolt condensed above the heads of all the Death Eaters, which was particularly conspicuous in this dark room.
The speed of the lightning was unimaginable. Fortunately, many people had already cast the Shield Charm in advance to block some of the lightning's power.
But even so, many people spit black smoke out of their mouths and fell to the ground.
"Damn!"
Dolohov got up from the ground in embarrassment and looked at Alvin with horror.
What kind of magic is this?
He had never seen such a scene before. One word destroyed most of the Death Eaters.
When did such a strong man appear in the magical world again?
"Tsk, it seems that it still lacks a little power."
Alvin shook his head as if dissatisfied with his attack.
The fact is also true. Although the instant lightning is powerful, the damage is too low.
The ability brought by this Thunderbird bloodline can only be used to abuse vegetables. Well, it can also be used to pretend.
After all, whether you are strong or not is temporary, and whether you are handsome or not is a lifetime thing.
Hearing his dissatisfied words, Harry's envious eyes turned red.
He also wants such handsome and powerful magic!
However, he remembered that Dumbledore seemed to have defeated Scrimgeour and the ten Aurors with a similar trick back then.
Did Dumbledore teach it to Alvin?
I don't know what Harry was thinking about Alvin's second attack.
"Resist the Ring of Fire!"
With him as the center, a ring of flames rose up, sweeping toward the audience with unparalleled power.
And the Death Eaters who have the ability to resist are all elites, and naturally, they won't sit still.
Their faces were solemn, and they forcibly used their magic power to cast protection, blocking the sea of fire coming.
"Malfoy, think of a way to inform the Dark Lord!"
Barty's face was hideous, trying his best to squeeze the magic in his body.
This little wizard is simply a monster.
For god's sake, Resist the Ring of Fire.
Did he think they couldn't recognize this spell by changing the name? This is a Fire-Making Spell!
Why the Fire-Making Spell be more terrifying than the usual Fire-Making Spell?! This does not make sense at all!
Lucius also smiled wryly, is this new boss really not afraid of accidentally hurting him?
Although complaining in his heart, Lucius knew Alvin was not the master who would kill his man.
"Just hold on. Dark Lord should be here soon!"
Helpless in his heart, he could only speak to everyone in an encouraging way.
"So mighty!"
Tonks, who was behind Alvin, looked at the Death Eaters who were cornered by the flames in a stunned manner and spoke out everyone's heart.
Kingsley smiled wryly. He was the only one in the group who had been beaten.
Only he knew that Alvin was playing around with these Death Eaters.
Once he takes a serious shot, it is estimated that Barty Jr. and Dolohov alone will not be able to last for so long.
In a trance, Kingsley felt that he had lived in vain for so many years.
What is the Order of the Phoenix needed to deal with the Death Eaters? Just inviting Alvin over will solve everything.
The Death Eaters, headed by Dolohov, were all sweating profusely at this time. If this continued, the water in their bodies would be completely evaporated.
"Confringo!"
Desperately risking injury, Evan Rosier blasted the wall with a Blasting Curse, and the Death Eaters escaped along the hole.
And those who are in a coma are left alone. People will run away from each other when disaster is imminent, not to mention these ruthless dark wizards.
Alvin frowned and waved away the flames.
Without the protection of these Death Eaters, those who had fainted would soon be incinerated.
At this juncture now, he doesn't want to kill too many people in front of everyone.
The magical world is an extraordinary place. There are obviously too many spells and methods to put people to death, so killing someone is no small matter at any time.
But why are so many people so afraid of Voldemort that they dare not even mention his name?
It's nothing more than that Tom's wanton killing of wizards and Muggles back then was out of tune with the worldview of wizards.
Alvin didn't want to get in the way of taking over the wizarding world in the future because of too many killings.
"Ventus!"
A gust of wind rose out of thin air in the hall, swept the unconscious Death Eaters together, and moved them to the corner.
Immediately afterward, he held his right hand to the wall. The broken wall was like an extension of his body, turning into a giant stone palm, pressing toward Barty and the others.
They fought back desperately, and countless spells splashed to the giant palm beat.
But in the end, it was still in vain. The giant palm grasped the Death Eaters, turning into golden ropes that bound everyone.
"This is the end?"
Neville said in a daze. He looked at the group of captured Death Eaters and returned to his senses.
"End?" Alvin smiled playfully and looked at Harry. "Harry, give me the Prophecy Record."
"Huh?" Harry was stunned, and without the slightest hesitation, he handed over the Prophecy Record that he had been pinching.
Sirius opened his mouth but didn't have time to say what he wanted.
Logically speaking, he felt it was better to leave it to Dumbledore for such an important thing.
"Tom, if you don't come out, you'll never know what this prophecy is about."
Turning the Prophecy Record in his hand, Alvin said something that made people's faces go hideous.
Is Voldemort coming?
Moody's magic eye turned quickly, trying to find the clues that Voldemort had appeared here.
"Alvin Gaunt, you are worthy of that last name."
The cold voice echoed in the room, and Harry felt a layer of goosebumps on his body, and the scar on his forehead was burning with pain.
He doesn't know when, but the strange black mist spread before Alvin's eyes and gradually converged into a human figure.
Voldemort in a green robe appeared in everyone's sight.
The Death Eaters, who were bound, looked ecstatic.
"My lord, you are finally here to save us!"
When they saw Voldemort, their fear of Alvin vanished.
In their hearts, as long as Dark Lord takes action, any wizard is an ant!
Hearing their cries, Voldemort's mouth twitched visibly.
This bunch of rubbish, they know how to embarrass him!