The attack in front of him was so sudden that the group of women behind him were stunned.
Fortunately, Mrs. Delacour's response was very quick.
"stop!"
She waved the wand in her hand and knocked away a wizard in black robes who jumped in. Then she took this opportunity to rush forward and hugged Luke, who had been struck unconscious.
Fleur's reaction was not slow either. She took out her wand, opened her long legs, rushed to her mother's side in three steps and then pointed the wand in her hand in the same direction as her mother.
Chrissy was the third one to react. She ran behind the three of them and pointed the wand in her hand back. Ruth, on the other hand, held Gabrielle in her arms, with a look of fear in her eyes.
She felt a little stunned. After a moment, she held the wand in her hand and looked around cautiously.
"Who are you! This is Tobin Avenue! The Auror will be here soon!"
Mrs. Delacour's reaction was really fast. This is France. France has not seen any large-scale attacks since Grindelwald. And it is the most prosperous commercial street in France, although everyone knows that there are rats underground. But these rats dare to come up and cause trouble...are they crazy?
Moreover, the person they attacked was the heir of the Gaunt family. This was a major event that would attract the attention of the entire wizarding world! Who can afford it.
The man with the funny clown mask ignored Fleur and Mrs. Delacour, who were waiting for them. He waved the wand in his hand, and red lightning shot towards Mrs. Delacour.
Mrs. Delacour waved the wand in her hand, and an invisible wall of light appeared in a spherical shape, wrapping everyone in it. She knew very well that the most important thing now was not to defeat these attackers, but to protect the young man beside her.
What is the identity of the other party, and ultimately bringing him to justice are not what she needs to care about. She only needs to save Luke Gunter now, and that is the most important thing.
At least to her and her family, that was the most important thing.
Therefore, she will never do any unnecessary things, such as stepping forward to fight against the attacker. There is no need for this at all.
The red lightning shot at the invisible ball of light. After a moment of stalemate, it was bounced out.
It was obvious that there was a look of difficulty on Mrs. Delacour's face.
"Mom, take Luke and leave."
Fleur looked at the boy who fainted in her mother's arms, and then said to her mother: "He cannot disappear in front of us."
There is indeed no elder behind Luke to support him. He is the last member of the Gaunt family. But this does not mean that they are weak and can be bullied. Some nobles who feel sad about this matter will definitely find trouble for them.
They don't care if you try hard enough.
They only care about results.
But Mrs. Delacour shook her head: "I will not abandon you either."
Abandoning his own child and leaving while protecting another child? Mrs. Delacour never believed that she had such a high level of consciousness. Even if she trusted her daughter's strength, she would never do this.
"I know you can handle two grown wizards on strength alone. But that's a duel, honey Fleur."
Although Mrs. Delacour was talking to Fleur, she kept her eyes fixed on the black-robed figure opposite, like a female leopard who was always ready to attack, without letting down her guard at all.
"The real battle is not as fair and just as you are in the duel."
Although I also like to watch wizard duels, when something has the nature of a performance, its practical significance will most likely be compromised.
As an employee of the Ministry of Magic, she has personally experienced the fighting style of dark wizards, especially the gloves.
Various and strange.
For a child like his own daughter who has not yet graduated from school and whose concept of fighting is still stuck in a formulaic duel, it is absolutely impossible for her to be an opponent.
Even if it is surpassed in terms of hard power.
The other party only needs a few simple tricks to force such students into a dilemma, and then easily defeat them when they are in disarray.
For example, they often use trash talk and insult each other or their family members to put them at a disadvantage.
But the man in black robes in front of him did not make any provocation as Mrs. Delacour had imagined. He just silently raised the wand in his hand, as if he was preparing for a real head-on battle with them.
"Ha! This kid is really a real hottie!"
An old and rough voice sounded from behind.
Looking at the short, fat old man who also wore black robes but had a long white beard that appeared behind the man in black robe at some unknown time, whether it was Mrs. Delacour or the man in black robe over there, flashes of light flashed across their faces. A trace of confusion.
"What are you..."
The man in black robe quickly turned around and pointed his wand at the old man. But before he finished speaking, he saw a white light shining in front of him. Then came the increasingly heavy eyelids and the sound of falling to the ground.
"Collapse!"
A white light flashed, and the man in black robe rushed to the end without any struggle.
The old man held the wand in his hand, which was half shorter than the normal one. It looked like it had been broken. He retracted the wand and said to the mother and daughter over there: "Come on, give that boy to me."
Of course what he said was nonsense, how could Mrs. Delacour just hand Luke over.
In their eyes, there was no difference between the old man in black robe in front of them and the man in black robe just now.
"How dare you sewer rats come here!"
Madame Delacour was very puzzled. In France, it was no secret that there was Avenue Ganelon under Avenue Tobin. Just like Diagon Alley has a corresponding Knockturn Alley, and it's adjacent to each other. This is also an old tradition in the European magic world.
Normal things need to be sold somewhere, and abnormal things also need to have sales channels.
No matter what, wizards will always get something like this, and they have to be given a place to sell their stolen goods.
Just like a shadow moving with the light.
"Why...heh." The pudgy old man smiled and said, "Just because the Aurors and reinforcements you are waiting for have not arrived yet."
Mrs. Delacour's face suddenly darkened. Indeed, although she was delaying as much time as possible, judging from the normal French Auror's action process, they might even be still in the Ministry of Magic, trying to figure out who is leading the team this time.
There were a lot of people watching nearby, but very few actually stood up to stop it.
Several male wizards stood up, but before they could do anything, they were knocked down by the old man in front of them, which also made the surrounding onlookers distance themselves a bit.
"Forget it, I know it doesn't make sense with you."
The old man shook his head seemingly helplessly, then took out his wand, and an orange light flashed through. The spherical shield that originally seemed to be rock-solid turned out to be easily broken like a paper lake.
Mrs. Delacour's face changed greatly, and she pulled Luke to the side to avoid the orange light. Fleur on the other side was dodging in the other direction, and she spotted the old man heading towards At the right moment to rush over, Furong waved the wand in her hand, and a more solid white light bomb shot towards the old man.
"Collapse!"
It is also very practical and highly used. The sleeping spell released by Furong in front of me makes me feel sleepy just by looking at it from a distance. I have to say that Furong is His attainments in the sleeping spell are quite high.
The old man seemed a little tired, but after muttering two inaudible words, he waved the wand in his hand, and a wall of earth rose up from the ground to block the light bullets.
At this moment, Chris, who was on guard against a sneak attack, waved the wand in her hand, and a ball of flame flew toward the old man's long white beard exposed outside his robe.
"The little girl is so vicious!"
He said so, but the old man actually slapped the flame away, and then rushed towards Mrs. Delacour, who had not yet stood up, without slowing down.
When Mrs. Delacour saw this, she waved the wand in her hand and the ground surged. There were no complicated changes, but a long gap appeared between the old man and herself.
According to common sense, this kind of width is definitely not something that a normal wizard can run away without using magic spells.
But Mrs. Delacour saw the smile of the running old man.
The old man paused, then jumped up, instantly and effortlessly jumped over the gap, and then landed in front of Mrs. Delacour and Luke.
At this time, Luke had opened his eyes, but he was still unable to exert any strength. The effect of the sleeping spell was very strong, and it didn't feel as simple as falling asleep. It seemed that there was also paralysis in it, which made Luke It was difficult to move for a while, and it was even difficult to even open his mouth.
The old man laughed 'haha', then reached out his hand without hesitation, grabbed Luke's shoulders, and fiercely pulled Luke out of Mrs. Delacour's arms.
Mrs. Delacour felt like a fallen leaf struggling in the strong wind, with no power to resist. This old man's voice really sounds old. But his body seems to be exceptionally strong. The raid just now and the robbery now are all manifestations of his strong body.
After holding the unconscious Luke under his arm, the old man stamped his feet without thinking, and then disappeared directly, as if he had sunk into the ground.
Like two ragdolls, they basically had no effective offense and no effective defense. They were defeated easily. The whole process didn't even take ten seconds.
Looking at the place where the old man disappeared with Luke, Fleur had a look of humiliation on her face.
As proud as she was, it was the first time that she felt that she had no sense of existence. This was more uncomfortable for Fleur than killing her.
Mrs. Delacour on the side was equally upset, but after seeing her daughter's expression, she still stepped forward to protect her daughter and said: "It's not your problem, baby Furong, it's that old guy who is too strong..."
Recalling the lightning-like battle just now, Mrs. Delacour was even a little confused. She admitted that as a clerk, she had been away from the battlefield for a long time, but she was also a top student in school, and later became an Auror. I've worked in offices and fought against dark wizards. She had to say that even if it was a battle back then, no matter how disparate the fighting power was, it would not end as quickly as this one.
Her strength may have declined, but even if she were at her peak, she would never be able to last long in the battle with this old man.
"That old guy... let alone you, even a team of Aurors is no match for him."
Mrs. Delacour was very powerless when she said this. She didn't expect that she would be so unlucky today. Meeting Luke was originally a good thing, but now it turned out to be a bad thing.
Furong frowned, looking unwilling.
At this moment, a voice came from outside. Three male wizards approached cautiously. Mrs. Delacour recognized the three of them. They were all Aurors in the Auror Office.
She frowned, and just when she was about to reprimand, she heard the originally clear voice in her ear become majestic.
"Is this your Auror from the Ministry of Magic?!" Chrissy looked at the three Aurors in front of her, her originally gentle face now as cold as ice.
"If something goes wrong with Luke Gunter in France, ask your chief of staff to be careful about his location...and his life!"
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"The mission failed. Tell the people behind you that I am missing a brother and I need to pay for it."
In the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a crisp suit walked to the shadows and said this to a mirror after watching the young man who initially attacked Luke being taken into custody.
"Besides, it's not just you who are eyeing that kid, there are other people as well. If you want us to continue doing the rest of the work, please pay more."
On the other side, the owner of the bookstore shook his head silently when he saw this, walked back to the store, and threw a coin into the burning fireplace. Soon, a human face appeared in the fireplace.
"The plan failed. Some scum from the sewer came out to disrupt the situation. His Highness Luke was kidnapped."
Even if that human face was made of flames, you could still see the panic on it.
"Chase! Search! Search!"
"Fuck! This is a fatal thing!
!
"
And on the other side, in the back alley of Avenue Ganelon.
"That's pretty much it, kid."
The old man with gray beard and hair was sitting in front of the iron stove with his upper body naked, revealing his strong muscles. His face was obviously full of wrinkles, but the muscles still looked tight and strong.
"Give me the magic stone powder in your hand, I can use it."
The old man looked at Luke who was tied up but had no expression on his face and said with a joking smile.
Luke looked at the old man in front of him and the things around him. After a moment, he spoke with a puzzled look on his face.
"Blacksmithing?"
