Chapter 603
: Save Some Respect for the Ministry of Magic
Chapter 603: Save Some Respect for the Ministry of Magic
Harry dug his fingers tightly into the cracks in the stone wall, staring at the scene at the end of the passage with wide eyes, almost forgetting to breathe.
Those people fell to the ground, unconscious. The remaining scorpion puppets crawled around to check if there were any escaped fish, then gave them a few injections of paralyzing toxin, and then dragged the people to the ceiling and hung them up.
At first glance, the swaying figure looked like something out of a ghost story, enough to make one's heart stop.
Of course, the puppets didn't actually wrap around the necks of the men, they just hung them there.
In his astonishment, Harry completely forgot to hide his body. He unconsciously took a step back and accidentally stepped on the slippery moss on the ground. His feet slipped and he almost fell.
When Harry stood firm against the wall and looked up, his scalp suddenly went numb -
Dozens of scorpion puppets suddenly turned their heads in this direction, their bodies remained motionless, with only the needles on their tails swaying gently.
Harry held his breath suddenly and subconsciously raised his wand for defense. As soon as he raised the wand, the scorpion group suddenly moved!
They crawled quickly along the walls, ceiling, and floor, rustling and rustling. There seemed to be a large number of them, but their movements were terrifyingly precise. They fanned out in a fan-shaped formation like a marching army, and every soldier knew exactly what he was supposed to do.
Some scorpions even held leaves, gravel, or boots or wands taken from the men just now, and held them in front of them like shields.
Harry: "..."
If he didn't cast the spell, he would probably be hung up by these crazy guys; if he cast the spell, the puppet that Wade had worked so hard to create would be burned.
The holly wand felt slightly hot in his hand. Harry raised his arm, but did not cast the spell immediately. Instead, he shouted:
"Vade—"
The shouts echoed and resonated throughout the passage.
……
"what--"
The screaming Olga was dragged directly onto the high dome, and a dozen scorpion puppets with golden eggs hidden in their bodies immediately and happily stabbed the person until her whole body was paralyzed, and then hung her up.
Wade was making a awning with his hands, watching the puppets weaving a vine prisoner's uniform for Olga, when he suddenly noticed that the little blue bird in the secret room fluttered up and seemed to be very interested in Olga's miserable condition.
For the first time, the camera moves completely away from Vader.
He raised his eyebrows, turned his head, and saw a figure gradually emerging in the corner.
Kingsley Shacklebolt's tall figure appeared out of nowhere, his thick black eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and he waved the wand in his hand lightly, casting several spells around him.
"Okay, this way our conversation won't be heard by outsiders."
Kingsley's voice was low and steady, and he looked at Vader and sighed.
"Mr. Gray, your alchemy attainments are indeed amazing, and your performance in this competition is also unexpected. But..."
He looked up at his surroundings and the ceiling, and said, "After all, this league is a grand event attended by all countries. Although what you did does not violate the regulations, if only three or five people participate in the second event...it will be difficult for the Ministry of Magic to end it."
"Vade——"
Before Vader could say anything, a loud shout came from outside. The layers of echoes overlapped each other, making the sound somewhat distorted.
But Wade still recognized it; it was Harry's voice.
"Snapped!"
He stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers. In an instant, all the puppets inside and outside the secret room stopped moving.
Kingsley's eyes twitched slightly when he saw this scene, and his heart tightened instantly. As a senior Auror, he had seen groups of Inferi created by dark wizards, dragons rioting and trying to attack Muggle villages, and he had faced the Dementors in Azkaban more than once.
But the scene before him still made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. His fingertips unconsciously touched the wand, but then let go under the command of reason.
——This is just a trick of the alchemist, a way for a child to act cool... He must have implanted similar commands in all the puppets when they were created, which is why this effect occurs.
Kingsley told himself this, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was even drier and tighter than he had imagined.
"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Grey," Kingsley said. "Other magic schools need to maintain some respectability."
"I see...I've almost had enough fun anyway."
Vader said with a hint of regret.
He had no interest in the Ministry's reputation, but since it was Kingsley who said these words, it meant that Dumbledore meant the same thing.
The two men passed each other, and when Wade's back was gradually swallowed by the shadows, Kingsley used the Disillusionment Charm again.
His body gradually turned the same color as the surroundings, and then disappeared. Kingsley silently lifted the spell on the blue birds, allowing them to continue their duty of filming.
At this moment, Kingsley suddenly discovered that several puppets lying on the ceiling seemed to be "watching" him, as if waiting for the next order from their master.
Although Kingsley could destroy all these little things with a simple spell, at this moment, he once again had a vague, creepy feeling.
These puppets... look like an evolved version of wizard chess, but he always feels like these guys have life in them.
……
As if all their movements were restrained by invisible chains, the scorpion puppets that were about to pounce on Harry suddenly stopped moving, and then crawled back to the ceiling with a rustling sound.
In the passage, only Harry's rapid breathing was particularly clear. He slowly lowered his arms and looked at the secret room not far away, as if he saw a dragon's den and a tiger's lair.
Not long after, he saw Wade walking out of the secret room. With a wave of his hand, all the puppets returned to the secret room like a tide.
"Wade?" Harry's tense shoulders finally relaxed: "Are you okay?"
"I think you seem to be in trouble." Wade frowned and looked at the blood on his body and asked, "Are you injured?"
"Ah... not bad..."
Harry had almost forgotten about the wound on his body, but when Wade reminded him of it, he suddenly found that the pain became sharper as he regained consciousness.
Wade sighed, "Why are you running around when you're injured?"
"I saw a group of them coming this way, and I was worried that you might be in danger..." Harry explained awkwardly, but suddenly choked up in the middle of his words: "It seems that my worry is a bit unnecessary."
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have brought everyone here." Wade changed the subject and asked, "Did you get the golden egg?"
"No..." Harry said hesitantly.
Then he saw Wade snap his fingers again. He didn't know what the difference was between the sounds, but a few seconds later, a fat scorpion puppet crawled out of the secret room and quickly rushed to Wade's side. Then it cut open its stomach and took out a shiny golden egg from it.
(End of this chapter)