Voldemort Declares War on the United Nations

Chapter 278 Voldemort Declares War on the United Nations

Now, when Hailbo uttered a word that revealed the secret of heaven, the sky changed color in an instant!

Dark clouds rolled in from the ground, purple lightning bolts darted about, and thunder rumbled across Wajinki Park, as if a pillar of heaven had collapsed and the Milky Way had poured down.

No sooner said than done, Harry acted swiftly, using Apparition to appear beside Dumbledore and Hermione in the blink of an eye.

He stretched out his arm and grabbed Hermione's waist, shouting, "This is bad! Get out of here!"

Before the words were finished, a loud thunderclap resounded in mid-air, and countless bolts of lightning poured down from the sky. The lightning struck down, then exploded into a circle of purple lightning, engulfing the entire garden in a whoosh.

The garden's many exotic flowers and rare herbs were instantly reduced to ashes; the two rows of exquisitely carved lampposts melted into molten iron in a moment. Even the pavilions and towers collapsed into nothingness.

Even the thick bluestone road beneath his feet was crushed into snow-white powder by the thunderbolts.

Dumbledore wasn't stupid; seeing the sky and earth change color, he knew something terrible was about to happen. Without waiting for Harry to call out again, he and Harry slipped away.

Even with the ability to shrink distances, humans cannot outrun the power of nature. Just as Harry and his two companions caught a glimpse of the garden's boundary wall, they saw the purple lightning bolts, like a thousand vicious pythons, chasing after them.

Seeing that the thunder almost licked the back of Harry's head, Hermione transformed into her true form as a drought demon in Harry's arms, pushing upwards with her arms as if supporting the sky.

Her magical power surged from every acupoint, condensing into a dazzling, silvery barrier of magic.

Hermione knew that this tribulation was no small matter, so she dared not be careless in the slightest. She immediately activated all her magic power and forced it into the barrier.

However, the might of Heaven was insurmountable. The purple lightning fell continuously, each bolt resembling the collapse of Mount Sumeru or Mount Buzhou, crashing down upon the barrier and causing it to tremble and shake. After blocking only seven or eight bolts of lightning, the barrier began to crack and was on the verge of shattering.

Hermione gritted her teeth and forced her magic even harder. The barrier, stimulated by this, repaired its cracks and arched upwards by three inches.

At this moment, Hermione still felt her body brimming with magic, with 100% of her magic still at her disposal.

Harry looked up and exclaimed, "Big sister, what a brilliant move!"

Hermione's lips curled into a smile, about to say something lighthearted, when her face suddenly turned deathly pale. It turned out that all her magic had vanished in an instant, leaving her with absolutely nothing.

Just then, the barrier in mid-air lost its source and instantly vanished without a trace.

The purple lightning showed no mercy; thousands of electric pythons twisted into a waterfall-like torrent, crashing down on Hermione's head.

At the critical moment, Dumbledore suddenly appeared beside the two, and with a powerful swing of his wand, he dispersed the torrent of purple lightning, sending it scattering in all directions.

Taking advantage of the gap, the three of them darted away for about three or four miles. When the thunderclouds over Wajinki Park gradually thinned, leaving only a few scattered sparks of electricity moving across the scorched earth, they finally settled down.

"How is this possible?! I've run out of magic!"

Hermione broke free from Harry's embrace, landed on the ground, and tried again to use her magic, but only managed to force out a thin thread. She exclaimed in alarm, "Isn't the Elder Wand's magic inexhaustible?"

Dumbledore looked closely at Hermione and said softly, "I think it's probably because you haven't truly conquered the Elder Wand; you've only been forcibly suppressing it with your own will."

"You haven't defeated me yet, so your magic is only—close to infinity."

Hermione was stunned by what she heard. After a long while, she opened her mouth to ask a question, but Dumbledore cut her off again.

"Don't even think about it. You can't fool the Old Man's Wand. Grindelwald and I tried to throw a match, but it didn't work."

"Unless you kill the previous owner completely, the Elder Wand can only be given to a new owner."

Hermione shook her head without hesitation and said, "No, Professor Dumbledore, I will never kill you."

"—Your idea seems a bit dangerous, Miss Granger. I never said I wanted to die at your hands."

While the two of them were chatting away, Harry had already carefully examined Hagrid in his arms. Seeing that although he was still unconscious, his breathing was still steady, which reassured him somewhat.

He immediately opened the locket, released Nobeta, then leaped onto the dragon's neck, looked back, and called out, "Professor and elder sister are so ignorant! In this critical time of year, why are you still gossiping and chatting?"

"If we delay any longer, Voldemort might just arrive with his troops!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore and Hermione cut off the conversation. They both leaped onto the dragon's back and sat firmly. The Norbert, with its four claws pushing off the ground and its enormous wings kicking up clouds of dust, carried the three of them straight to England.

As Harry looked down from the sky, he saw that Navazinki Park and the surrounding streets and alleys for miles around were completely cleaned up by the lightning.

The surrounding area was scorched earth and smoke, with jagged walls and not a trace of life to be found.

Further away, a dozen or so figures dressed in long robes came swiftly towards them. Although their appearances were not clearly seen, it was easy to guess that they were all remnants of the Death Eaters who had been beaten by the rod in the past.

Harry thought to himself: If Grindelwald had survived, he would have had a tough time dealing with this group of Death Eaters. He never imagined that Helbo would be so determined to die together; that's truly extravagant.

As he sighed to himself, Dumbledore suddenly asked, "Harry, what did Helbo say to you?"

Upon hearing this, Hermione shifted her attention from the Elder Wand and turned to look at Harry.

Harry snapped out of his reverie, shook his head three times, and sighed, "It's not that I want to hide it, but heavenly secrets are hard to reveal. If I were to divulge them, I fear I would invite divine calamity in an instant."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's expression darkened, but he did not press the matter further.

Hermione lay on her back on the dragon scales, gazing at the drifting clouds in the night, and sighed, "It seems I was indeed a villain; I wronged Halberd."

Harry remained silent, instead sitting cross-legged like a meditating monk, pondering Helbo's last words over and over, finding each word increasingly peculiar and each sentence strange.

He thought to himself: Herbo's words have been so sincere that they have attracted thunderbolts, which shows that they are not to be taken lightly.

Since he called all the gods "lackeys," does that mean there are other people in the heavens? And when he said "liar," he didn't just refer to one god, but he cursed all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens.

If that's the case, then the previous incident where the Mysterious Woman bestowed a book upon Song Jiang, instructing him to accept the imperial pardon, must have been a pre-arranged scheme.

Harry racked his brains, feeling as if his head were filled with ten pounds of glue; the more he thought, the more confused he became. Indeed:

Upon first hearing the secret, I wanted to explore its origins, but upon further investigation, I became even more bewildered.

Seeing flowers through the fog only dazzles the eyes; trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water only damages the heart.

Just as Harry and his party rode away on their dragons, a series of cracking sounds were heard from the ruins of Nawazinki Park.

Suddenly, a hand resembling a blood-red gourd emerged from the scorched earth and scattered rocks.

Immediately afterward, the broken walls and ruins collapsed with a crash, and a figure struggled to his feet. Who else could it be but Grindelwald?

The old man stood alone amidst the ruins, his robes long since torn into tattered strips.

The exposed flesh was rolled up, and smoke still rose from the charred areas. Several blast wounds were so deep that bone was visible, and blood and dust had congealed into patches of blackish-purple scabs. It was a truly gruesome sight.

Do you think he managed to survive such a calamity?

It turned out that Rozier had used a dark magic spell, splitting his own flesh and bones into a barrier to protect Grindelwald.

Now that the calamity has passed, most of her flesh and blood have been worn away, with only half of her dead face still pressed against Grindelwald's chest.

Grindelwald took a breath, reached out and gently stroked Rozier's face, saying, "You can rest now, Venda."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding suspended limbs and bones suddenly lost their support and fell down with a crackling sound, smashing open into flowers of flesh and blood.

After a brief pause, Grindelwald first used his wand to cast a few healing spells on his wounds, temporarily sealing the injury.

Further into the scorched earth, the rubble and debris parted, and Helbon's remains floated to the surface.

This ancient Greek man now has all four limbs broken, half of his body has long since turned to charcoal, and only his chest is still rising and falling slightly.

Grindelwald cast a few more blood-clotting and healing spells, then leaned down and asked, "Is Harry Potter your descendant?"

Helbo gurgled in his throat, vomited several mouthfuls of black blood, and shook his head slightly.

"no."

"Then why are you helping him?" Grindelwald sat cross-legged beside him and said calmly, "Aren't our philosophies more similar?"

"Because—we're just using poison to quench our thirst—this isn't the final solution."

After he finished speaking, the remaining color on Haierbo's face faded by three points, and his breath gradually dissipated and became weak.

He stared blankly at the sky, muttering, "I have no ability to solve this problem. I can only—delay—until the true 'savior' appears—"

"I've survived using Horcruxes—after searching for thousands of years, I think I've finally found 7..."

Before he could finish speaking, Grindelwald suddenly reached out, lifted his chin, and forced the words down his throat.

"I just lost an old friend, and I'm not in the mood to hear your last words."

"Avada Kedavra".

Amidst the ruins stretching for miles, a cluster of green light suddenly flashed, and the last wisp of life in Hailbon was cut off.

Without further hesitation, Grindelwald cast a Fiery Spell, engulfing the mangled body and the pool of blood and flesh, burning them all to ashes.

Having finished his business, he used a phantom teleportation technique to escape. Only the handful of ashes remained, swept up by the north wind and scattered across the sky.

Before long, the sound of rustling gravel could be heard, and a group of Death Eaters rushed into the garden.

The leader at the front was deathly pale, bald, and noseless, wearing only a black robe; he was none other than Voldemort.

"Master, I swear, I absolutely did not neglect my duties! When I arrived, this place was already in ruins!"

"Master, I have cleaned up all the Muggles around here."

"Master, this must have been done by a wizard. I suspect it was Harry Potter!"

"Owner----"

The Death Eaters crowded around Voldemort, whispering like mosquitoes. Voldemort, annoyed, suddenly said, "Shut up."

With just that one sound, the surroundings fell into a deathly silence.

Voldemort, trailing his black robes, strode into the ruins. His snake-like eyes swept across the wreckage before finally settling on the spot where Helbo and Rozier had met their deaths, the stench of burnt flesh still lingering in the air.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, asked softly, "Who is in charge of this area?"

A large, fat Death Eater emerged timidly from the crowd, hunching forward and nearly burying his face in his chest.

"Lord, Master, it is I."

"Ah, Crabbe, don't you think you owe me an explanation?"

Upon hearing this question, Crabbe felt as if his spine had been ripped out; his limbs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, crying out shrilly, "Master! This really isn't my fault!"

"Someone cast an extremely powerful spell on the sky, enveloping the entire park!"

"If I had taken even one step closer, I would definitely be dead by now!"

As Crab spoke, he kowtowed repeatedly, his eyes fixed on his master's expression.

Voldemort didn't even lift his eyelids. He took his wand from his pocket, rubbed it in his hand, and said, "Then why don't you just die?"

"Or are you waiting for me to give you a way to die?"

Upon hearing this, Crabbe's fat face instantly turned ashen, and he stared in terror at Voldemort's wand with his cloudy eyes.

When the Death Eaters saw that Voldemort was going to make an example of Crabbe, none of them dared to say a word, and they even held their breath.

Du Nabella's face was flushed, her breathing was heavy, and she stretched her neck and looked around.

Just as Voldemort was about to carry out the execution, Lucius took a few deep breaths, suddenly stepped out of the ranks, and shouted, "It is our honor to die for our master, Crabbe!"

"Who among us hasn't died for their master several times?"

These words were like a thunderbolt, striking Crabbe right in the head.

He jolted awake as if from a dream, and before Voldemort could react, he hastily pulled out his wand and held it to his own sun, stammering, "Yes, Master—I should atone for you! I, I am willing to die for you!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

A flash of green light appeared at the tip of his cane, and he collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The fact that this fellow is dead has left Voldemort feeling utterly empty, and has dispelled his previous idea of ​​"extracting his soul and refining his spirit so that he can never live again."

He simply waved his withered hand and said, "Go check the surroundings."

The followers of the food of death were as if granted a pardon and dispersed in an instant.

After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, people started returning one after another, and they all gathered around and started chattering away.

One person said, "There are Muggles coming from the north to see what's going on," another said, "Several cars have been overturned in the east," and yet another said, "There are reporters on the southwest side who want to do interviews."

Amidst the clamor of voices, mostly trivial matters, Voldemort grew increasingly annoyed.

Just as he was about to kill a few people to vent his anger, he suddenly saw Lucius step out from the crowd, holding a handful of scorched earth high in his hands.

The soil was a withered black, devoid of any moisture or life. A single branch lay horizontally on the soil, charred black as charcoal.

Lucius bowed his head and reported, "Master, the plants and land for hundreds of miles around Wazinki Park have all lost their life."

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"We haven't had time to look further afield yet—"

When Voldemort saw this soil, he knew perfectly well who had come to cause trouble tonight.

His snake eyes widened even more, his mind filled with images of him and Hermione facing off beneath the walls of Hogwarts.

His face contorted, and he made strange gurgling sounds in his throat for a moment before roaring ferociously, "Prick up your ears and deliver what I'm about to say to all our allies!"

"War on the Netherlands!"

"Declare war on Belgium!"

"War on Ireland!"

"War on Luxembourg!"

"War on Monaco!"

"War on Britain!"