There were no signs.
Late at night in Hogsmeade, there was suddenly a burst of dense footsteps, as if thousands of people had suddenly poured into the village. The unusual noise directly woke up the dark wizard who was temporarily living in the village.
Enemy attack!
A shrill cry pierced the night, setting the entire Hogsmeade village in an uproar.
Everyone was frightened by the group of corpses stumbling into the village. Some dark wizards who realized something was wrong subconsciously used Apparition and tried to escape from Hogsmeade directly, completely forgetting what they had said at the banquet.
However, even though they were attacked by Death Eaters late at night, this group of dark wizards from abroad were not greatly affected. The series of preparations made by Percival earlier still worked.
The saying "Death Eaters are just a bunch of rubbish who rely on the title of Voldemort to bully ordinary wizards" is deeply rooted in people's minds. Percival even mentioned at the celebration party that the group of despicable Death Eaters would attack the black market while everyone was resting.
Percival's conjecture came true.
How dare a Death Eater!
This despicable and shameless act caused many dark wizards who had just woken up to feel uncontrollable anger in their hearts, causing the Inferi scratching at the door outside the house to become the targets of venting for these dark wizards who were particularly grumpy after waking up.
The Inferi are not unfamiliar dark creatures to the dark wizards in Europe. Since the last wizard war, the method of creating Inferi has spread from Britain to various European countries. Many dark wizards like to turn the corpses of their opponents into this evil dark creature after killing them.
As cannon fodder, this group of Inferi were truly unqualified. They were being ravaged by the fire curse, becoming dizzy and completely harmless.
At this moment, a strong smell of burning was filling the village of Hogsmeade.
After discovering that there were no enemies except a group of dead bodies.
The Death Eaters began to rush out of the house, trying to kill the remaining Inferi. They also realized that those damned corpses were simply sent by the Death Eaters to disgust them.
Just as the hot-tempered dark wizards were cursing and exterminating the large number of Inferi that were pouring into Hogsmeade village, an unusual chill came from the street. Dementors appeared above the village without warning. There were hundreds of them, and they attacked the dark wizards who were exterminating the Inferi silently.
This time, there was no Patronus to help expel the Dementors. Even though most dark wizards were not easily affected by Dementors, they still disliked these monsters. In particular, the collective appearance of so many Dementors made the rebellious dark wizards feel threatened. The dark wizards who sensed something was wrong wanted to use Apparition to escape, but they were surprised to find that they were only spinning in place. The air they needed to pass through seemed to have turned into a solid solid, and Apparition was ineffective.
This is simply a nightmare.
The reason why the dark wizards can be so calm is that they can retreat at any time. As long as they are not too unlucky, their life safety can be guaranteed.
But they didn't know that after many dealings with the Defense Association, the Death Eaters knew that they didn't have to use the Anti-Apparition Charm if they wanted to capture someone.
When everyone's minds were shaken by this, a burst of ghost howling suddenly came from the other side of the village.
The werewolves attacked them from another direction, and the Death Eaters and their dark wizards turned into black smoke and rushed into the battlefield, completely disrupting the battlefield and trying to defeat the enemy in one fell swoop.
Unlike the Death Eaters who were well prepared, after being attacked one after another, the dark wizards realized that the situation was not good, but the current chaotic situation made it difficult for them to tell who the enemies around them were for a moment.
Ignoring the Inferi scratching at the door outside, Aberforth, who was woken up in the middle of the night, looked unhappy. He was standing on the roof of the bar, looking at the streets of Hogsmeade not far away which were in complete chaos. The expression on his face was quite normal. Aberforth suspected that Anderson was the one who did it, but how did he do it
“I don’t know how many people will die tonight!”
The dark wizards trapped in Hogsmeade village are not easy to deal with, especially when they have just been woken up from their sleep. They have extremely hot tempers. Even if they have been forced into a corner, they will still adhere to the principle of dying together. As a result, many Death Eaters dare not show their heads in front of the dark wizards, for fear of being dragged to die together.
However, they were ultimately the inferior party, and after regaining their composure, most of them chose to retreat into the surrounding houses, using the cover of the houses to fight their enemies.
In a situation where they have no advantage in any way, even if they are more powerful than the Death Eaters, it will not help the current situation.
Seeing victory in sight, Yaxley looked extremely excited. He held his wand against his throat and shouted to the enemies in Hogsmeade: "Throw away your wands, come out and surrender, and hand over half of your Galleons. This is your only chance to survive."
"Our only target is Percival, who has killed Death Eaters. He must pay the price for this."
However, after all, they were all Death Eaters, and no one would trust what others said, and no one was willing to surrender. After all, the Death Eaters had a bad reputation, and even resorted to sneak attacks in the middle of the night. Who knew if they could still survive if they gave up resistance? In their hearts, this group of despicable and shameless guys had no so-called credibility.
"I repeat, our only target is Percival, who killed the Death Eaters, and there is no need for you to lose your lives for him and this village." Yaxley tried to persuade others to surrender.
"Oh, that's really surprising."
A contemptuous voice suddenly sounded in the darkness, as if it had just heard something ridiculous.
"You are a bunch of cowards without any credibility, and you actually want to kill me."
As everyone stared in horror, Percival's figure appeared at some point, and a burst of black flame swept across the street, engulfing all creatures within sight.
"Kill him!"
Yaxley roared, his voice distorted with anger. Just now, Percival's sneak attack had burned to death countless unfortunate Death Eaters.
In fact, there was no need for Yaxley to give any orders, as the Death Eaters, who were ready to fight back, had already raised their wands and attacked Percival.
No matter who it is, anyone who dares to control the fierce fire and can use it skillfully will be a huge threat to everyone.
As dark wizards, they knew better than anyone how terrifying the Fiendfyre was.
"He's alone, kill him."
Faced with the Death Eaters' shouting, the werewolves did not dare to rush forward. The charred corpses on the street silently told of the man's horror.
They all moved aside, fearing that they would become the next unlucky one.
"Percival."
"Kill those cowards!"
The appearance of Percival immediately boosted everyone's morale, allowing the originally shaky and nearly desperate dark wizards to regain their confidence and rush out of the house to fight this group of cowards. They knew very well that Percival alone could not deal with this group of despicable guys, and they had to take action if they wanted to survive.
A great chaos broke out again due to the appearance of Percival, and the casualties on both sides increased again, which made Yaxley extremely annoyed. He asked the Death Eaters to control the Inferi to attack the other side, and even mobilized most of the Dementors, trying to let them directly suck away Percival's soul.
As for Fiendfyre, they also understand dark magic. Even if they dare not use it because they cannot control it, they also know how to suppress it. If one person can't do it, a group of people can go together. There are quite a few Death Eaters gathered here.
The special attention received by the Death Eaters put Percival under great pressure, and he had to distract himself from dark magic, especially Avada Kedavra.
While distracted and dodging, he had to release his control over Fiendfyre, allowing it to transform into a running hound, spreading along the street towards the enemy. However, when the black flames approached the Death Eaters, they were quickly suppressed by a spell.
"Shit, time to retreat!"
Percival also realized that the situation was not good. He could not be a match for a large group of dark wizards. He also needed help, but the guys who had originally teamed up with him had already run away when he attracted the attention of the Death Eaters.
"If you don't want to die, rush out together."
Percival set the house next door on fire, preparing to let the fire spread throughout the village in order to buy himself enough time to retreat.
The next moment, he shook his head slightly, as if he sensed something, and suddenly looked up, and countless Dementors were swirling above his head. They all lowered their hoods to reveal their dark mouths, trying to tear Percival's soul from his body.
“Damn it!”
Fiendfyre rose with his wand, dispelling the Dementors that were rushing towards him. However, the Dementors clung to Percival like a dog-skin plaster, causing great impact on him.
When the Dementors were entangled with Percival, Yaxley had already had people control the Inferi to take the lead, and used spells to suppress the surging black flames, almost forcing Percival into a desperate situation.
The dark wizards who were supposed to fight alongside Percival were now being entangled by a large number of werewolves and a small number of Death Eaters. They were already at a disadvantage in terms of numbers, and were ambushed by the chaos, with their numbers drastically reduced. The fact that they were still resisting was enough to show their level.
"Mudblood, you are dead."
Yaxley looked at Percival with hatred. How could he not be angry when his side had the upper hand but they suffered heavy losses
However, as long as I can kill that Mudblood, everything will be worth it. I believe the Dark Lord will not blame me for this, but will reward me instead.
"It seems that you have recognized the wrong person."
Percival looked around at the guys who were gradually surrounding him, and suddenly became very calm, looking up at Yaxley in the distance.
"No, I won't make a mistake, Albert Anderson. Don't think I won't recognize you just because you used the compound potion."
"It seems that you really recognized the wrong person. I am not that guy." Percival suddenly threw away his wand, took a deep breath and said something that surprised everyone, "I surrender. I think the Dark Lord should not mind my joining. You need a strong guy, don't you?"
Percival's words stunned everyone.
They didn't expect the other party to do this.
"Don't be ridiculous. Do you think it's possible?" Yaxley was so angry that he laughed. He raised his wand and roared, "Avada Kedavra!"
A green light suddenly flew towards Percival, but he dodged it nimbly.
However, having thrown away his wand, Percival no longer had the strength to resist, as a large number of Inferi and Death Eaters pressed towards him, ready to kill him in one fell swoop.
"Oh, what a pity!"
Looking at the group of enemies with bad intentions around him, Percival sighed and murmured, "It seems that this is the only way. Let's die together."
A magic wand suddenly slipped from his robe into his hand. Before anyone could react, a terrible black flame suddenly spread out from Percival to the surroundings, directly engulfing those who were caught off guard.
"this… "
Yaxley was stunned, staring stupidly at the black flames that were spreading due to the painful struggle. A speechless anger surged into his brain. He wanted to kill someone, but Percival, who caused all this, had been completely turned into ashes under the fierce fire.