Looking down from the sky, near Grimmer Square, the area where there was once an empty alleyway suddenly emerged with black shadows. They popped up one after another from their hiding places. Some Aurors ran as fast as they could, while others rode on flying broomsticks to get to the explosion site as quickly as possible.
TONKS and Kingsley were among the first to arrive at the scene. When they saw the dismal sight of the street, even the calm Kingsley let out a gasp.
Approximately 50 to 60 feet long, the asphalt road built by Muggles was completely blown up into the air. The hidden drainage pipes buried underground were also completely broken, spraying water vigorously around.
Approximately 50-60 feet long streets, the street built by muggles was completely blown up, the hidden sewage pipes were also completely broken and sprayed water all around.
The lights of the surrounding buildings began to illuminate one after another, and cries of disturbance and cries for help from muggles echoed from all directions!
The terrible scene made Tonks wide-eyed and dumbfounded. She opened her mouth, instinctively wanting to comfort the couple on the second floor, but before she could take a step, Kingsley pulled her arm.
"The Ministry of Magic's department for magical accidents and disasters will arrive soon. They'll handle things here perfectly, Tonks... our part is to... it's an appalling feeling."
Kingsley's breathing was shallow and intense, "This sight reminds me of twelve years ago!"
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Vibrant and dense spellsweeps came like a storm, the earth continued to tremble, and the explosion roars echoed far into the silent night. As more and more muggles outside became aware of the commotion, a series of explosions seemed to wake up the entire city!
"What's going on, Delphic?"
Running to the battlefield and quickly joining the closing circle, Kingsley stared in disbelief at the man in black robes, who was astonishingly agile, dodging one spell after another. He shouted angrily at Delphic.
"This person suddenly broke into my guarded area. I wanted to verify his identity, ordered him to stop, and then the ground suddenly exploded. The force of the blast lifted his cloak, and I saw his face!"
Kingsley cast a dodgy stun spell, but the fleeing black-clad figure seemed to have eyes in his back. At the last moment before the red spell hit his ribcage, he suddenly lunged forward, dodging Kingsley's spell with incredible speed.
"Are you sure it's Black?"
Feeling something amiss, Kingsley bellowed, "How come I feel like this guy is more like a werewolf or a vampire? Delphic, how can a wizard be so agile?"
But the question didn't need Delphic to answer, Kingsley had his own answer. In a burst of strong wind, the black-cloaked figure's hood was once again raised, and in the cold spell's light, the wax-like yellow face with sunken black eyes emitted a chilling madness.
"You won't catch me!"
As the gruesome, raspy voice reached their ears, the world suddenly fell silent for a moment before resuming its noise.
"Even if the mysterious person comes, tonight won't save you, Black!" Kingsley shouted angrily.
More than one hundred Aurors and wizards from other departments drew around the area, with each Muggle at their windows watching the Hollywood-style scene on the street shivering and stunned!
Facing the sky and the earth with dense muggles of the Ministry of Magic, 'Black' sneered, showed no fear, but instead raised his wand and slashed down hard!
A surge of overwhelming air waves, centered on him, swept across the street with the strength of plowing and sweeping, knocking over the Ministry of Magic enforcers surrounding him. Even those who had blocked the sky on flying broomsticks fell like dumplings, hitting the ground in pain.
Seeing this, 'Black' let out a sarcastic and ear-piercing laugh. However, he seemed to realize that it was unwise to linger in this situation for a long time. So, he bent down and picked up a flying broomstick that had fallen to the ground by his feet, mounted it quickly, and without hesitation, rode off in the opposite direction of the city, disappearing into the boundless darkness in just a few seconds.
Without anyone's order, as soon as the muggles who hadn't passed out regained consciousness, they staggered to their feet, mounted their broomsticks, some two people riding on one, and chased after 'Black' with determination in their eyes.
"God!" A sixty or seventy-year-old woman trembled and stood weakly behind the shattered glass window, stuttering nervously, "Is Satan already here...?"
"Don't worry, madam!"
Tonks also mounted her Comet 260 and calmly soothed, "We'll put an end to this soon!"
Swish, swish, swish!
From above, it looked as if hundreds of giant dragonflies had suddenly appeared, all flying out to the suburbs. Over closer to the city center, the neon lights of muggle police cars and fire trucks were already dimly visible, and it wouldn't be long before they arrived nearby.
However, these muggle people were unable to play any role at this moment. The Ministry of Magic was urgently contacting the muggle government through relevant channels, hoping that the muggle people could remain calm and let the wizards take care of everything.
Under normal circumstances, tonight's event was bound to cause a huge commotion in both the magical and muggle worlds, with unimaginable impact. However, Amorta was not worried because, with Sirius already infamous, both the muggles and the Ministry of Magic would try to conceal that Black had once again launched a terrorist attack. Even the Daily Prophet would likely make no mention of it.
As for rumors in private that had not been officially confirmed by the Ministry of Magic, they were nothing more than whispers and would not cause a upheaval or catastrophic panic throughout the magical community.
The residents around Grimma Square were not many. Just now, the intense bombing caused all the people who had not witnessed it to think it was a gas explosion. Faced with this situation, they were too scared to stay in their houses and rushed out of them in a panic, seeking refuge from all directions.
In the shadow of a tall street lamp near the square, Amorta in a unmarked black travel cloak emerged from his illusory phantom state.
After surveying the surroundings, his gaze settled on the locations of 11 and 13 Grimma Square. Although he didn't know the exact location of the Black family's ancestral home, the Ministry's posted guards and traps clearly marked it.
Tap, tap, tap...
Amorta walked slowly towards the two houses, casually freezing the spells of the Ministry of Magic, and stood in front of the two houses, deeply gazing at the shared wall between them...
