The moon shadow is like a dream, and there is no slight coolness in the middle of the night in the forest, only heat and flying ash.

Samael and several people walked in the mountains and forests in a happy mood, talking and laughing along the way, not at all like the murderer who killed and set fire just now.

Watching the blue fire gradually disappear in the distance, Samael was calm.

"It's really wasteful, it took so long to extinguish the fire."

Seamus looked at this scene and couldn't help but start mocking.

You can't even use a curse, and you are embarrassed to mock people?"

Draco couldn't see his smug look, and immediately replied, compared to now, he missed the promised Seamus Finigan a little bit.

Samael didn't bother to meddle in the quarrel between the two, anyway, it wasn't the first time.

Samael is only responsible for directing the magic in their area of expertise, and the basic things are basically taught by the first members.

He had already seen these noises.

Samael stared at the gradually extinguished fire, and a large number of magical fluctuations suddenly appeared within his perception.

"You guys are already surrounded, put down your wands. "

The visitors looked strange, not weaker than a few of them.

Terrifying scars crisscrossed his face, and a strange false eye dripped around.

The wooden prosthetic legs, the knock on the ground rippled with magic, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

"Arastor Moody, Legendary Auror?"

Samael's voice was small, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

Draco and the others' relaxed expressions tightened sharply, this name could be said to be familiar, but the elders in the family often mentioned it.

Their composition doomed them to hear the name.

"Live rope bondage!"

sounded Samael's hoarse voice, and dozens of ropes descended from the sky, entangled the Aurors behind Moody.

With a snap of their fingers, the restrained Aurors had an extra bandage on their mouths, sealing them all.

No matter how much they struggled, they did not break free.

Moody stared at the enemy in front of him, clutching his wand tightly.

Silent and wandless casting is an extremely profound technique that even the Aurors can't master it all.

"Go, go and call the Legendary Aurors.

Samael gave them a left-handed chopping motion with his right hand.

This is their unique signal to hide their mastery.

Moody and Dumbledore have been friends for many years, and if Moody is attacked, it will inevitably attract the attention of the White Lord.

The means of the friends are too recognizable, and Samael cannot take that risk.

Draco and the others nodded, one by one, their heads held high, looking scrappy.

They have the strength of adult wizards and are confident to besiege a lame Auror who is not at his peak.

"Get out of your weapon!" "

Crush your bones!" Seamus

and Branson were the first to strike, and Moody leaned sideways without moving, and the two spells were easily dodged by him.

Cedric's Transfiguration followed, and the grass and trees turned into chains, strangely attacking Moody.

"Forget about these unnecessary temptations, you attacked the Rochill family, set fire to the mountain, at least violated the laws of the Ministry of Magic of the wizarding article, follow me, I will minimize your punishment." Moody

dodged and fought back, constantly disturbing them with words, but his eyes were always fixed on Samael, and from beginning to end, only this wizard could give him a sense of danger.

It was the intuition of a senior Auror that had led him back from the brink of life and death several times.

Moody was so comfortable that he used the simplest spell to make them panic, and looking at the struggling men behind him, he had to throw a rat.

Draco didn't admit defeat and craned his neck, looking for Moody's loopholes.

Did you put the Dark Wizard in Azkaban by mouth?"

said Draco disdainfully, and after an oolong struck, a cobra tried to wrap around Moody's wooden leg.

"Idiot, watch the rhythm!"

roared Samael, waving his left hand to pull him along.

A pitch-black light passed his body.

"Damn it, I want you to die!" "

Avadaso!" Draco

was in a trance first, endless killing intent gushing out, and then a miserable green light shot out of his wand.

Samael saved him once again, and the spell was worth selling Moody's a flaw, definitely not that simple.

He couldn't believe that he would make such a mistake after Samael "hanged" so much.

As for whether the Death Spell would break the law and the like, Draco didn't think about it at all.

What these people do is enough to live in the green brick houses in Azkaban.

Moody dodged the Death Curse, but the good leg was bitten by the lion that Cedric conjured.

This was followed by a stormy bombardment from Branson.

"Enough!"

Draco was about to step forward when Samael roared, reawakening Draco, who was almost out of control.

A dark blue flame surrounded Moody.

Moody was about to fight, when he saw the fire suddenly become violent, forming a flame dragon to look at him.

(Fierce fire turns into a snake for fear of being seen)

silently this dark energy, the blessing of black magic is extremely terrifying, Samael is afraid of accidentally leaving Moody forever.

Moody hurriedly pulled back, his brows furrowed, tangled for a moment, and had to evacuate early with the phantom manifestation.

The strength of the enemy far exceeded his expectations, and if he did not leave, I am afraid that he would not be able to leave.

As for his subordinates, he can only wait until he reports that the Ministry of Magic is avenging them.

Every Auror was ready to sacrifice just before leaving the mission.

Samael didn't have any obstruction and let him go, he didn't have the strength to confront the entire Ministry of Magic officially.

He has an identity, he is powerful, and he is not short of money, so there is no need to embark on the path of the Dark Lord.

Watching Moody's departure, Samael calmly looked at his friend.

Everywhere their eyes passed, everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment, and for the first time found that Samael's gaze was so sharp and majestic.

Samael didn't say anything, casually turned a branch into a mirror, the mirror rippled, and slowly walked in.

The others looked at each other and followed behind him without saying a word, and a sense of shame welled up in their hearts.

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