Chapter 522 Weakness
After the stun spell failed, Rove didn't attack again, but lightly waved his wand.
"The magic eye is flying!"
He just swept the corridor with magic, and most people would choose to use defensive magic to block the attack of the wind blade.
The attacker indeed summoned a defensive silver shield, but instead of standing in front of him, he landed a little farther away from him... With this sound, he lured Rove to attack that direction.
Rove was indeed fooled, and she used the Killing Curse unexpectedly. If the boy hadn't been reminded by the spider sensor, she might have been tricked.
The most frightening thing was that when the man was obviously hit by the wind blade, he actually stiffened and didn't make a sound, so as not to reveal his position.
Obviously, this is an attacker who has rich combat experience and is ruthless to himself... Finding its location is the top priority!
And that magic eye, which can detect the invisibility cloak and the illusion spell, is the best weapon in the battle!
However, how could Rove expect to be attacked while participating in an awards ceremony, so he didn't carry the magic eye with him, but put it in a box.
Fortunately, the box was in Xueli's hands, not far from here, and after a while, the glass eyes were summoned by the flying spell and fell into the young man's hands.
Rove picked up the magic eye, stuck it to the corner of his eye, and looked forward, but unfortunately...the corridor was empty.
The boy didn't pay attention, and continued to use his magic eyes to stare carefully at every corner of the corridor, and soon found what he was looking for.
Rove flew forward, landed on the ground, then squatted down, looking at the dark red blood on the ground.
The witch used the silver shield to strike east and west, but she was really hit by the wind blade. If she wasn't wearing the goblin armor on her body... injuries would be inevitable.
Rove waved his wand, and the blood that was almost frozen by the wind blade turned into a few drops of dark red blood, which slowly floated up.
He conjured up a small bottle and let the blood roll into it.
At this moment, there was a familiar sound of small footsteps behind him. Rove turned around and saw a slender figure with ponytails rushing towards him.
"I'm fine," Rove said.
Shirley breathed a sigh of relief. When she saw the magic eye flying out of the box, she realized that something had happened, and then followed after the magic eye.
Margaery followed closely behind. She looked at the unconscious Mrs. Cust, and raised her eyebrows slightly when she saw her skirt pulled to her waist and lying disheveled on the ground.
Rove hurriedly explained and explained the matter concisely.
"Did you see the attacker with your magic eyes?" Shirley asked with concern.
Rove shook his head: "The opponent ran away as soon as he missed a hit."
"Think about it carefully, do you have to offend some witch?" Margaery said, squatting down to help Mrs. Karst tidy her clothes.
Hermione went to call the Aurors. If the Aurors came here and saw such a beautiful scene...it's hard to explain.
When Rove heard Margaery's words, he really thought about it carefully... If he was offended, the witch he provoked recently was Narcissa Malfoy.
Although Rove didn't do too much to Narcissa, but he controlled her body, she couldn't help but hold a grudge.
And Rita Skeeter, Rove had raped her severely in the bathroom of the German Ministry of Magic, but this woman would definitely not dare to commit assassination.
Those saints are also entirely possible... well, Rove has offended quite a few wizards.
"It may also be to use compound decoction to transform into someone else's appearance and deliberately seduce you." The girl with ponytail reminded.
Rove nodded lightly, there is indeed such a possibility.
At this moment, Hermione arrived in a hurry, and she also called seven or eight Aurors, who blocked the long and narrow corridor.
"What happened?"
Fudge's voice sounded from a distance, and a passage was revealed in the crowd, allowing the minister to come over.
Seeing Mrs. Karst lying on the ground, he took a breath and said, "What's going on?!"
"A wizard attacked me." Rove said calmly.
"Mrs. Karst?" Fudge turned pale with shock, "She...how could it be?"
Mrs. Karst is a famous coquettish widow, how could she be a dark wizard?
Could it be that Mrs. Karst fell in love with Rove, and wanted to give him a hard bow in the bathroom, to taste this little fresh meat...but failed?
Fudge murmured in his heart.
"No." Rove shook his head and said, "Mrs. Karst was probably under control. The attacker was someone else, but I couldn't see his face clearly."
The boy explained quickly, Fudge paced slowly, and then said angrily:
"Dawlish, how did your security checks be done, how did you allow the dark wizard to enter the venue!"
This is the scene of the Medal of Merlin Awarding Ceremony, such an important occasion... a black wizard sneaked in to carry out an attack.
And the one who was attacked was Rove—the one who had just won two Merlin Medals—something had gone wrong, and the British Ministry of Magic had really become a laughing stock.
Dawlish quickly said: "I will immediately send wizards to seal off the gymnasium."
"Don't make a big fanfare." Fudge confessed: "Don't leak the news, just go."
Rove was not optimistic that Dawlish would be able to catch the murderer. Since the other party dared to attack, he probably prepared a magic item similar to a portkey and used it to escape.
But... can she escape?
Rove flicked the small bottle containing the blood beads lightly, and put it in his pocket.
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On the tall building, the woman fell to the ground, her legs softened and she almost fell.
The woman stretched out her fingers, gently wiped away the scarlet blood on her cheeks, and then smeared the blood on her thick lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked it vigorously, showing a cold smile.
A hoarse, deep voice sounded.
"I said long ago that you are not Scamander's opponent, so don't tease him."
"Master, it's my fault..." The woman immediately knelt on the ground and said humbly, "But when I saw that boy, I couldn't help but want to kill him. He is the one who made you suffer so much."
"Hmph, there will be a chance!" The hoarse voice sneered.
The woman looked at the figure with excited and fanatical eyes and said:
"Of course, as long as the master can recover his strength, it doesn't take much... Even Dumbledore will be afraid of you even if you have 50% strength."
Hearing such flattery, the man hissed into a laugh, and he asked again: "I told you, how is it going?"
"They have been contacted, Master," said the woman. "They saw me, and they were shocked."
"Are those guys still reliable?" The hoarse voice asked, "I have never trusted them. Even when I returned to England, I never looked for them."
"Reliable!" The woman assured, she licked her lips and grinned:
"Master, I know them best. We grew up together...they have weaknesses and will be obedient."
"That's good!"
The figure came to the corner, opened a cage, and grabbed a trembling man. After a while, the man fell to the ground, and he was dead with horror on his face.
The tall figure burped comfortably.
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