The Traceless Stretch Spell is an advanced spell that can expand a space that is considered a closed space. Depending on the proficiency and depth of understanding of the caster, this spell can be repeated and superimposed, and its effectiveness is extraordinary.
Of course, with each additional stack, the difficulty of continuing to stack will rise sharply. Therefore, although this curse has no upper limit in theory, manpower is sometimes limited after all, and no one has ever found out whether there is a so-called limit to this curse.
By the way, because this curse is likely to be used by people with intentions to do bad things, the International Federation of Wizards has established a series of clear laws from the beginning, and individuals are prohibited from using it at will.
However, how many people who really want to use it to achieve certain goals care about whether it is illegal or not
Currently, some of the Death Eaters who escaped from the Ministry of Magic are hiding in the suitcases that have been cast with the Invisible Stretching Charm, trying to escape the Aurors' pursuit.
This suitcase was originally cursed by Voldemort himself, and the space inside was astonishingly large, comparable to a small Muggle manor. Not only are there more than a dozen separate rooms divided by magic, but they even have a large living room and a front garden. If someone wakes up directly from inside, they may really think that they have been taken to a private residence of some important person. .
At this moment, five or six Death Eaters were sitting around the long table in the hall, and their faces looked bad.
In fact, these were not all the members who escaped from the Ministry of Magic. After leaving the fireplace of the Ministry of Magic, most of them dispersed. In order to maximize the completion of the secret mission left by their master, these Death Eaters who were the most loyal and fanatical to Voldemort had already put aside their own life and death and ran to attract the attention of the outside world to protect the people here.
It's just that those Aurors may not be satisfactory in terms of combat, but they have many tools to assist them in tracking and searching. In a hurry, they still couldn't get rid of those damn bastards completely.
From last night to now, Auror has sent four teams to search here, and it is seen that the number of people will continue to increase. If I had known that when I was first discovered last night, I would have sent out a few more people to cover up, and I wouldn't have been stuck in the suitcase completely unable to move like now.
The companions who were sent out to inquire about the situation have not returned yet, perhaps because they are in danger.
"Yaxley, we can't wait any longer." The first person to speak was a dark-skinned Death Eater. His expression looked a little distorted. "If we continue to wait, sooner or later this place will be occupied by those arrogant people." Luo found it."
Now that Voldemort was gone, the tall Yaxley seemed to be the leader of their group. He still looked calm—at least calmer than the others here, but a slight irritability lingered in his mind, preventing him from thinking about the problem as well as usual.
"I know what you are thinking, Dolohov..." Yaxley frowned, "But not now, it's not the time yet."
"Then when is the time?" Dolokhov obviously has the kind of temper that is easily irritable. Under the current circumstances, he is almost unable to suppress his depressed mood.
"Let me kill those stupid Aurors!"
"Tear their heads off!"
Following Dolohov, Goyle and Crabbe spoke. Like their respective sons, they initially lived with Lucius Malfoy.
However, not only do they have strong bodies that ordinary wizards do not have, but their heads are also full of useless muscles. For Lucius, they had no so-called loyalty and had been subsumed by Voldemort long ago.
"Shut up, you two." Yaxley didn't even look at them.
Although Dolokhov is often irritable, at least he still has a brain, unlike these two guys, who only have strength that is of no use to a wizard. It's the fact that they have brains as big as trolls that allows them to stand here with the others - at least they're usually obedient, right
"Dolohov, please bear with it a little longer - Yaxley is right, we should wait and see." A slightly fat female Death Eater pulled the pointed hat on her head and said softly , "I think Mulciber's abilities shouldn't be so easy for an Auror to catch. What he's best at is muddying the water, isn't it?"
"snort."
Dolokhov touched the stubble on his chin and snorted impatiently, but did not make a rebuttal. Obviously, he was also quite convinced of Mulciber's ability. After all, he was the one who was best at the Imperius Curse among them.
"He'd better come back soon, or we'll have to die trapped in this suitcase," he added impatiently.
Yaxley didn't say anything, but he actually understood that Dolohov's words were not wrong.
Under the current circumstances, they have no way to escape. Not to mention that the continuous Apparition before had exhausted them, even if they appeared elsewhere now, their whereabouts would still be quickly found by Auror's detection tools.
In such a short period of time, it is almost impossible to find a place as suitable for hiding as now.
"Wait for the last twenty minutes!" Yaxley suddenly gritted his teeth and said in a hoarse voice, "If Mulciber doesn't come back within the next twenty minutes..."
He paused, turned his head and glanced at the innermost room of the living room.
"... If he doesn't come back by the time, we will implement the final plan."
What's the final plan? No one would ask this question, because even stupid people like Goyle and Crabbe had already firmly remembered what they should do under the pressure of Voldemort.
Perhaps the final plan would see everyone here captured back to the Ministry of Magic, and then thrown into Azkaban, which has been strengthened several times, but this group of desperadoes would not hesitate at all.
This is all for their only master, the great King of Dark Wizards—Voldemort.
Each of them firmly believed that their Dark Lord would come again. And all they have to do is complete the tasks left by their master and wait for their master's return in peace and contentment.
When Yaxley mentioned this "final plan", all the Death Eaters in the living room turned their heads and looked at the door deep in the living room. And in their eyes, there was only that endless fanaticism.
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On the other side, Mulciber was working tirelessly as the hope in the hearts of those Death Eaters. However, he was not trying hard to use the Imperius Curse to control Muggles and cause riots, but he was trying hard to run around in the messy shanty town.
Speaking of which, he did successfully control nearly ten Muggle men and women at the beginning, and was still trying to double this number several times. In his plan, he wanted to control these Muggles and deliberately run into the streets, thereby making the Aurors mistakenly think that the Muggle Expelling Curse in a certain street had failed.
It would be great if those Aurors could be fooled, but if they were not fooled, it would also waste a lot of time. If enough gaps can be created, they may be able to find a way to evacuate here.
Unfortunately, his plan was only the beginning when Maka sensed the magical fluctuations of the Soul Imperius Curse. Immediately afterwards, Maka asked Tonks and Sirius to chase him one after the other.
"There is no need to actually chase him. As long as we can drive him back to their hiding place, half of our goal will be achieved."
These were Maka's exact words, and Sirius and Tonks naturally agreed with them. So, while they were chasing forward, Maka went around alone from the side and silently stared at the sneaky guy.
However, that wretched-looking Death Eater was obviously not an idiot. He was cautious enough and did not immediately run towards the shed where the suitcase was placed, but chose a completely different direction.
Maka stepped on the magic book and followed not far from Mulciber. He was sure that the hiding place of those Death Eaters would never be too far away from where they were just now, and now, this guy was being chased by Sirius and the others for quite some distance.
"never mind."
Since he couldn't find the target by the most convenient method, he didn't want to follow others in circles anymore. However, he suddenly stretched out his staff and pointed forward, and a whole-body binding spell fell silently on the back of Mulciber, firmly restricting his ability to move.
With a muffled sound of "bang", Mulciber put his limbs together and fell to the ground like a statue. With the inertia, he hit a certain roof in front of him.
The simple shack here was inherently unstable, and half of it collapsed immediately after he hit it like this.
Maka's movements didn't pause at all. She cast the spell one moment, and the next moment she was at the place where Mulciber fell. Although more than half of the guy was pressed under the wooden board and dust was rising all over the sky, it was still easy to find him.
It's just that this time, Maka underestimated the determination of these desperadoes. When he discovered that there was a sudden surge of restless magic power, it was too late to stop it.
"boom!"
A violent explosion suddenly sounded under the collapsed scaffolding, followed by a heat wave and huge flames that obscured the sight.
This explosion came and went quickly, and the power could not be said to be very strong. As far as Maka estimated, even a slightly stronger armor spell would be enough to keep people safe. But its scope seems to be quite wide. If its destructive power really spreads, it can affect almost the entire shanty town nearby.
In order to prevent the Muggles here from suffering, Maka had to choose to control the explosion within a limited range.