"Brother Voldemort, I can only wrong you again, I will thank you when I have time." The formerly bustling Diagon Alley has now been turned into a sea of flames. The powerful Fiercefire Curse swept across the entire Diagon Alley with lightning speed. The raging flames ignited every corner in Diagon Alley. The gigantic monster made up of Fiendfire rampaged recklessly in Diagon Alley. Countless houses were ignited by Fiendfire, becoming the fuel for this demonic carnival. Up to hundreds of meters, thick black smoke soaring into the sky covered the entire sky, dyeing the blue sky gray. Facing such a terrifying purgatory on earth, Lester didn't panic at all, quickly took out his wand, and skillfully released the Dark Mark towards the sky. A day later, the Dark Lord Voldemort launched another terrorist attack, and the news that he used Fiercefire to destroy the entire Diagon Alley has spread throughout the magic world with lightning speed. Just when wizards from various countries decided to form a coalition of wizards to enter the British magic world together and destroy the Dark Lord. Voldemort, who had been in the corner all the time, looked bewildered. Why did he inexplicably carry another big pot!