Silver sat up suddenly, shook his head, and he opened his clenched left hand—there was nothing inside.

"What happened, Hermione?"

"I don't know much. Something seems to be happening outside. Ranod just came to wake me up. Now he's going to strengthen the protective magic of the tent."

Screams and panicked footsteps came from outside the tent.

"We have to go out and have a look." Silver got up quickly and put on a casual dress.

"Ranod will make this place optimistic, don't worry," he added.

Hermione followed Silver and hurried out of the tent.

With the light of several fires still burning, Silver saw people running towards the woods, as if they were escaping from something moving towards them in the camp. The thing flashed strangely and made a sound like a gun. The loud laughter, the crazy laughter, the drunken shouting all moved towards them. Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around.

A group of wizards squeezed tightly into a ball, each pointing the wand in his hand upwards, pushing forward together, slowly moving on the field. Their heads were hooded and their faces were covered. Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were those who manipulated the puppets, and the few above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible ropes that emerged from the wand into the air. Two of them were very small.

More wizards joined the forward team, laughing loudly, pointing to the floating bodies on it. As the parade continued to grow, the tent was squeezed down.

"Oh my God, isn't that the camp guard Mr. Roberts and his family? What the hell are these people doing?" Hermione exclaimed.

"As you can see, they are tortureing Muggles for fun," Silver said in a very fast speech. "It seems that there are quite a few fish that escaped the net at the beginning."

"We have no ability to stop them at all. Come with me, Hermione, we go to find the people from the Ministry of Magic. They should be the ones who clean up the mess. These corpse-positioned bureaucrats. Has the Auror Quick Response Force been deployed around the camp?" Silver almost pulled Hermione to run to the side.

"Jack, I can go by myself-oh my god, what is that?"

I saw a huge green-shining thing in the woods on the edge of the camp, and flew into the air.

It was an extremely huge skeleton, composed of countless green stars-like things. A python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue. Just as they were watching, the skeleton rose higher and higher, emitting dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, and against the dark night sky, it was like a new constellation.

Hermione's face suddenly turned pale. "Dark Mark." She said to Silver like a moan.

"It's okay, Hermione, don't be too scared. As long as the devil has not made a comeback, the Dark Mark is nothing scary." Silver hugged Hermione tightly, as if this could give her courage.

"Then, the group of people just now, are they Death Eaters, what do they want to do? Are they announcing the wizarding world that they plan to rekindle again?"

"I don't think so, Hermione." Silver said with a lighthearted look. "They may have been Death Eaters, and they might have had a few more drinks today and planned to celebrate, but they would never release the Dark Mark, which would be harmful or not to benefit them. Look, those people are running away now--they are scared, too."

With a series of puff sounds, dozens of wizards fell from the sky. After them, many wizards gradually moved in illusions.

"These Aurors and the Ministry of Magic always come one beat late. But it's better to arrive late than not. The order of the camp should be restored soon." Silver said to Hermione. "Those troubles will make those big men have a headache. What we need most now is to drink a good glass of fire whiskey to suppress shock - I remember that I hid a few bottles in the tent."

"Jack, we are not yet legally age to drink strong alcohol!"
Chapter completed!