"Who's there?!"
When Hermione dispelled the concealment charm she'd been maintaining and echoed the dark wizards' words, these dark wizards finally noticed an extra person in their small group. This made them cry out in alarm, pushing off hard with their feet to scatter in different directions.
When facing sudden unknown crises, ordinary people's reactions generally tend toward avoidance, especially those who value their own lives. Hermione's ghostly, completely unexpected appearance greatly intimidated these dark wizards, leaving them terrified. For a moment, only "escape" existed as an option in their minds.
But when Hermione decided to reveal herself, the dark wizards' "escape" action was destined to fail.
"Damn it, what's wrong with this ground? My feet are sinking!"
Transfiguration instantly turned the ground into muddy swamp. When the dark wizards pushed hard and their feet sank deep within, Hermione used Transfiguration again to change the swamp into something more solid than the original ground, completely locking down the movement of everyone around her.
But this alone wasn't enough to trap these Dragon Kingdom dark wizards. Their physical strength and cultivation techniques could help them quickly escape their current predicament.
The ground that had re-solidified was already beginning to crack layer by layer under the dark wizards' exertion and spell-casting. In a second or two, they might break free.
Hermione naturally knew this, so her current methods were merely appetizers. She needed to quickly achieve her objective—
"Fiendfyre!"
Beside her, the Death Eater whose feet were similarly bound, upon noticing Hermione's appearance, immediately redirected the Fiendfyre curse he'd originally intended for the three mages. His wand tip pointed straight at Hermione, and scorching flames instantly erupted.
Though the Fiendfyre curse was successfully cast, this Death Eater's heart remained somewhat panicked. Having fled from Britain to Dragon Kingdom, how could he not recognize what spell this wizard with face concealed under a hood was casting?
Wasn't this Transfiguration?!
Though Dragon Kingdom also had magical arts similar to Transfiguration, British Transfiguration's characteristics were quite distinctive. Almost the moment he was hit, this Death Eater confirmed that the mysterious enemy before him was a wizard from Britain.
A British wizard appearing here at this time—how could he not be personnel dispatched by the British Ministry of Magic to capture them!
Then he'd just have to kill her!
Watching the Fiendfyre about to form beast shapes in the air, about to pounce on the enemy's face, the Death Eater's face hidden in shadow revealed a twisted smile.
"Take our whereabouts and your regret for opposing us straight to hell!"
"Finite Incantatem."
Facing the menacing Fiendfyre, Hermione merely waved her wand, casting the Fiendfyre counter-curse to reduce the not-yet-formed Fiendfyre to nothing.
Hermione still knew the simple Fiendfyre counter-curse.
"What?!"
Against his wishes, with the Fiendfyre at his face easily resolved by this enemy, this Death Eater's mood plummeted to rock bottom. His originally suspended heart finally died.
Then terror and rage in his heart erupted together.
"Damn it, damn it! I clearly escaped to another country, I was clearly about to reclaim everything I deserved, the Dark Lord was clearly about to return... but why, why do you still keep interfering with me?!"
"Why?!"
Almost roaring, he cried out thus, his wand waving continuously, emanating waves of magical fluctuation.
Then with a crack, his form twisted and vanished from the spot.
Hermione was equally unsurprised by this. She simply shrugged, pointing her wand at the other dark wizards who had just broken free.
"Glenn's prediction was absolutely right."
"Those who once fled with their tails between their legs will still choose to flee when encountering things that make them uneasy..."
Synchronously reciting the words he'd just spoken, Glenn stood in the tree behind the girl. With his enhanced perception running at maximum and his Mystic Eyes activated, he successfully captured the magical fluctuations left in the air by that dark wizard's Apparition.
"Found you."
Glenn's figure also disappeared into the air.
The next instant, his figure appeared again.
Only now he was dozens of kilometers from his original position.
Beside him, the Death Eater who'd used Apparition for ultra-long-distance movement had just finished his spellcasting, his form materializing in the air.
His vision was still spinning. When he finally realized there was another person beside him and wanted to resist, it was already too late.
"Soul Shock."
Glenn raised his wand. The soul-targeting shock struck the Death Eater.
As if struck by a massive hammer, the Death Eater felt his brain trembling, his soul severely wounded, his mind's defenses collapsing.
But before he could scream, Glenn's voice echoed eerily before him.
"Imperio."
This is... bad...
With his mental defenses unable to recoalesce under the Soul Shock curse's impact, the Death Eater's mind directly fell. The Imperius Curse successfully took effect.
His gaze became vacant. The facial muscles twisted and tense from fear and agony gradually relaxed, finally becoming expressionless.
Glenn commanded him to remove his hood, visually confirming his appearance matched one of the mission targets he'd seen at Dumbledore's.
Now he should ask what he most wanted to know.
"How did you learn that Voldemort was about to return?"
Under Glenn's questioning, this Death Eater honestly answered:
"We learned through informants remaining in Britain that our other companions had rescued Peter Pettigrew and left the Dark Mark at the scene, so we believed our master was about to return."
Glenn: ...
Information isolation was truly terrifying. Didn't Death Eaters communicate with each other? Couldn't they even distinguish others' frame-ups?
Well, it might also be because these people had been staying abroad.
What useless trash.
Glenn hadn't intended to ask much anyway. Regarding key information about Voldemort—like Horcrux locations—given Voldemort's nature, he naturally wouldn't tell such useless subordinates. Seeing he couldn't extract anything valuable from this guy, Glenn didn't plan to waste more effort and magic.
Time to dispose of him then.
But before that, he still had something he wanted to do.
"Did you just cast the Cruciatus Curse on the Dragon Kingdom young mages?"
Glenn asked thus.
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