Chapter 437
Grindelwald's Paper Plane
Chapter 437 Grindelwald's Paper Plane
In the early morning, Wade opened the window and the cold air outside rushed in, dispelling the foul smell that had been stuffy in the room all night.
He looked up at the sky and saw some faint stars hanging in the sky. The mountains in the distance were hidden in the darkness, and only the outlines of the stars reflected by the snow on the top of the mountain could be vaguely seen.
The Witch Party chose to act very early this time. Now it was still two hours before dawn. Candles were lit one after another in the rooms of the castle, and the sound of footsteps could be heard in the corridor.
Hogwarts has been in session for two days, but at this early hour, only the house-elves have started preparing breakfast, and the students must still be fast asleep.
Wade sighed softly and suddenly missed school life.
Accompanied by the scent of burning pine wood in the bedroom, Wade washed, dressed, put on a cloak that obscured his features, and then hung on his body several anti-curse items that he had made in his spare time.
Looking back, I saw the magic books piled up on the bookshelf.
Because of the language barrier, Weid, who had just started learning German, read very slowly. He just glanced at the table of contents and then selected a few books that interested him most and read them carefully.
But Wade did not give up on the other books. He copied them all with the Copying Spell. He also cast an Untraceable Extension Spell on the pockets of his clothes and stuffed all the copied books in.
This trip out is an opportunity to escape. Even if the Adler Manor has an anti-Apparition spell, Wade can first transform into a peregrine falcon to escape the range of the spell, and then Apparate away.
The key was to get out of Grindelwald's sight.
Wade had basically seen through the level of the Wizarding Party. Unlike the invincible and ruthless dark wizard army in the legend, most of the current Wizarding Party were actually similar to those wizards in the Ministry of Magic.
To put it simply, more than half of the people have recently been relearning the Iron Armor Spell, three-quarters of the people are just whispering spells to make up for the silent spells, and many people are running and throwing spells, and whether they hit or not depends on luck.
Compared with the Ministry of Magic, the advantage of these people is that they can use extremely destructive black magic without hesitation, and the injuries caused by such spells are often difficult to heal.
Moreover, combat is the best catalyst. Judging from the video, the levels of the dark wizards are basically improving rapidly.
However, with their current level, most people neither have the awareness nor the strength to stop a small peregrine falcon in the chaotic battlefield.
In fact, the days in the castle were quite pleasant, but Wade had never been out of touch with his parents for such a long time, and they must have been very worried.
Moreover, when it comes to learning magic, the Hogwarts library is more friendly to him. At least he doesn't have to frequently look up the dictionary, nor does he have to ask people for grammar advice. He also doesn't have to worry about mispronouncing words and causing danger, so he doesn't dare to try new spells easily.
The wizard who was almost trampled to death by a cow has been reminding Wade how dangerous it is to use the wrong spell.
When he walked out of the room, the bedroom was still in its usual state - there were unfinished notes on the table and two sets of clothes hanging beside the bed.
If he can't find a chance to escape this time... Vader can still pretend that nothing has happened and continue to maintain the current harmonious and friendly atmosphere.
……
The morning was foggy and a thin branch was broken by a black boot, making a slight cracking sound.
Immediately afterwards, another big snake with a sturdy body followed and crawled behind, crawling over dead branches, leaves and snow, making a rustling sound.
The wizard in a gray cloak almost blended into the mist as he trudged along the rugged forest path in the dark woods.
Finally he stopped on the hillside, pulled out his wand and waved it lightly. Thick fog surrounded him, making his figure blurred, and finally almost blending into the surrounding environment.
The wizard tapped a nearby tree stump with his wand again, transforming it into a tall, soft seat before lifting his cloak to reveal a baby with a snake's face.
The baby hugged the wizard's neck with its thin arms and was placed on a chair at the same height as the baby. Several flames appeared next to it, making the surroundings warm.
The big snake liked this temperature very much. It climbed up around the chair, and finally put its head on the armrest, spitting out its tongue gently.
"Master." The wizard lowered his head and said, "The Muggle's manor is just down the hill."
The baby opened his slender eyes, revealing blood-red pupils. His soft and limp hands rested on his belly, one of which held a wand that was almost as long as his body.
"Wait." The baby said in a cold and sharp voice, "We may be able to see a good show today."
"Yes."
The wizard turned his head, revealing a pale, thin face under his cloak, with light yellow hair hanging on his forehead and freckles on his face. He looked to be in his thirties, but still had a feminine beauty.
"How's your father doing? Still looking for you, Barty?"
the baby – that is, Voldemort – asked softly.
This sounded like a normal greeting, but when it came out of his mouth, it carried an unspeakable sense of danger.
When Barty Crouch Jr. heard that person, he unconsciously showed a look of disgust on his face and frowned, saying, "No, he has returned to work and has been very busy recently—"
After a pause, he added: "But I don't think he will completely forget me. That man is as stubborn as a rock. If you need me to, I am willing to kill him at any time!"
"No need." Baby Voldemort said comfortably, "He is still useful to us, and it is just right to maintain this state. The spell in the Brain Hall was very successful, so there is no need to worry that he will expose us."
Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the snake-faced baby beside him with admiration and whispered, "It is said that even the Unspoken in the Department of Mysteries dare not use the Cerebrovascular Chamber to change the consciousness of the wizarding community, but you know how to use it... If Grindelwald was as knowledgeable and fearless as you, perhaps he would not have failed again and again."
Baby Voldemort laughed and said, "Grindelwald's career was built on the Muggle war. When the Muggle government he allied with failed, his career was inevitably doomed - not even the Cerebral Chamber could change that."
The manor in the distance was very quiet at this time, looking like a static painting. The waiting time was too boring, and the baby Voldemort didn't mind talking to his most loyal subordinate.
"You know, Barty, when I was young, I worked in Borgin and Burke's. Although it was not a decent job, it allowed me to get in touch with many hidden and ancient secrets."
"Some noble descendants who fell into poverty even sold their treasured magic books for money. In the end, a precious research notebook was only exchanged for 2 Galleons and 13 Sickles."
Baby Voldemort laughed sarcastically and said, "Its owner was once a silent man who studied the Brain Hall and knew that place better than anyone else. But among all the people who have come into contact with the notebook, only I... saw its value."
Barty Crouch Jr. listened carefully to Voldemort's narration of the past. No matter that this man had once been a humble clerk or had exchanged priceless notes for a very low price, his expression did not change at all.
Unlike those who choose to become Death Eaters because of their advocacy of violence, pursuit of fame, wealth, status, or desire for destruction and killing, Barty Crouch Jr.'s loyalty to Voldemort is pure.
Even though Voldemort has become weak and ugly as he is now, revealing a heart as vicious as his current appearance, this extreme loyalty has not wavered in the slightest.
Baby Voldemort changed his sitting position and said, "The Brain Chamber can quietly change a person's consciousness, but it cannot go too far against a person's will."
"If Grindelwald wants to use the Cerebrovascular Chamber to make wizards all over the world pledge allegiance to him, not only will it be ineffective, but he himself will become an idiot with only a shell left."
"It can only be used to change subtle, imperceptible thoughts - for example, to make everyone unconsciously ignore two people who are generally believed to have died long ago."
He smiled smugly and said, "So, while these guys are fighting to the death, we can watch the show leisurely. Until we have made all the preparations for my resurrection and let all my loyal subordinates return to my side. By then..." Voldemort did not say anything else, but smiled and reached out to touch the head of the giant snake Nagini next to him.
Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Nagini with envy, but when he thought that it was just a brainless beast, he calmed down again.
"I will certainly bring Harry Potter to you, Master."
Barty Crouch Jr. said calmly: "—at any risk."
——Then kill all those traitors and cowards!
Harry Potter belonged to his master, but what Barty Crouch Jr. hated most were those scums who never tried to find the Dark Lord.
When Barty Crouch Jr. was locked up by his father, unconscious and unaware of the day and night, every brief moment of wakefulness was spent eagerly looking forward to returning to the Dark Lord.
But what about those who escaped the punishment of the law? They still enjoy a comfortable and wealthy life, never making even a little effort for the Dark Lord, leaving their master's soul wandering in the forest forlornly, living a life worse than death?
"I will not let you take fatal risks, my child. Your survival is extremely important to me." The baby Voldemort said in a kind tone: "Be patient, the opportunity will always come..."
Suddenly, he sensed something and whispered, "They're coming!"
Before he finished speaking, the space a few hundred meters away from the manor seemed to suddenly distort, and the air formed circles of vortices. After a while, a large number of figures emerged.
Sharp and piercing alarms rang out in the manor, and countless people emerged from those seemingly quiet houses.
"It looks like they can't launch a surprise attack." Voldemort supported his head with one hand and laughed with glee: "The other party has been prepared for a long time, and Dumbledore is also on the way... Haha, this is more interesting."
"boom!"
Amidst a deafening roar, a missile, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound and a blazing tail flame, flew towards the place where the Wu Party gathered.
……
"Boom—boom—boom—"
Huge sparks exploded above the manor, hot air currents sprayed in all directions, and some charred objects could be vaguely seen flying out.
The machine guns were spraying bullets like a rainstorm, but the leading dark wizard suddenly stuck his wand into the ground, erecting a huge transparent barrier out of thin air to protect all his companions.
Wizards who used the portkeys a step later also appeared one after another, and the outskirts of the manor were filled with a black mass of figures, like a flock of crows at a funeral.
John Adler looked at the sky that turned red in an instant, his face turned pale and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
"They were prepared!" Adler said in a trembling voice, "Aren't you wizards all medieval antiques? How can you deal with missiles?"
It was an attack full of confidence, thinking that it would inflict heavy casualties on the enemy, but it had almost no effect.
Compared to the spells that wizards can release instantly, the speed of the missiles is still too slow. It seems that the wizard party has suffered only very few casualties, and even the bullets have little effect on them.
A simple Shield Charm may not be able to block bullets, but if wizards work together, the Barrier Charm plus the Shield Charm can produce miraculous effects; and if the Shield Charm is applied to a dragonskin cloak, the effect is comparable to a bulletproof vest, but the effect of the spell cannot last long.
Grindelwald, who had experienced the world war, had many similar little tricks. Despite being isolated from the world for many years, he was still more familiar with Muggle weapons than most wizards, and even most Muggles. After escaping from prison, he did not forget to supplement his knowledge in this area.
Facing Adler's questioning, Abigail, who was standing next to him, only said: "It's too early to be afraid now. Our attack has just begun."
The next second, the expressions of both of them changed drastically at the same time.
Among the wizards, countless paper planes suddenly took off into the sky, with familiar-looking shells hanging below them.
"Get out of the way—there's a bomb—"
Heart-wrenching screams rang out in the manor, but countless people just looked up blankly at the overwhelming white paper planes, forgetting to react because of extreme fear and despair.
The muzzle of the gun turned towards the sky and intercepted some paper planes, adding some brilliant colors to the sky, but more planes flexibly swooped down towards the crowd below.
Whether it's ordinary soldiers armed with guns or werewolves with thick skin and flesh, they are like paper in the face of such firepower.
Only a few vampires turned into bats and flew up in time, flapping their wings to fly higher amid the pleading gazes of their companions.
However, when the loud sound of the explosion rumbled into the distance, the flight paths of some bats suddenly became chaotic, and some even dived into the center of the fire!
"How could it be... They clearly didn't show this ability before..."
Adler murmured, and suddenly jumped up and grabbed Abigail's arm, shouting: "Take me away! Now! Immediately! I want to leave this damn place!"
Another wizard in the organization said disdainfully: "What cowards! These guys were originally cannon fodder sent to die. When the wizard party steps into the manor, you will see our true strength..."
"Asshole! Do you know how much funding I provide you every year?"
Before the wizard could finish his words, Adler pointed his finger almost to his nose and roared angrily:
"I spent so much money, not to stand here as bait! I don't care how many tricks you have up your sleeve, take me away right now!"
The wizard's expression turned cold. Abigail stopped him, took two steps forward and said:
"Mr. Adler is right. Since the Witch Party has arrived, he really doesn't need to stay here. You guys continue to watch, and I will escort him away."
The wizard snorted and stopped talking.
Adler didn't care about his attitude, picked up his important suitcase, and left with Abigail, promising her as he left:
"My life is more important than anything else. If you can protect me to a safe place, I will give you a sum of money that you will never earn in your entire life..."
Abigail said nothing, holding her wand like a loyal guard.
……
Grindelwald put away his wand and waved his hand.
Several alchemy apprentices of Wovilet opened the boxes they were carrying, and a steady stream of paper planes flew out of them, like an endless white wave.
The paper airplanes, carrying shells that were many times heavier than themselves, flew towards the enemy's positions without hesitation. Their light bodies looked like letters sent by the god of death.
Even many members of the Witch Party had not expected this scene. They looked up at it in shock, their mouths wide open, unable to speak.
"See? Even though we are wizards, we are not limited to using magic."
Grindelwald lowered his head and coughed twice, then said, "The biggest problem with Muggle weapons is that the killing machines they invent are often used on themselves in the end."
(End of this chapter)