Chapter 711
is about this kind of puppet.
Chapter 711 is about this kind of puppet.
The one who screamed was the scarred man who had been knocked away by Wade earlier.
He had crashed into a pillar, breaking several of his ribs. But now, he was involuntarily pulled back by a force, forced to use his body as Vader's shield.
The cloak swung aside the scarred man's leg, circled around Wade, and danced around like a human, saying:
"Yes, yes, it's us puppets! Master, master, do you remember me? I'm your most beloved little cloak!"
"Bullshit! I'm the one Master likes the most!"
Another cabinet bounced and hopped on the floor, as if it wanted to roll over, and it cried out in a singing voice:
"I am a treasure chest made of snakeskin, my master always puts secrets inside, jingling and clanging, I am more admired than the silly cloak..."
The cloak suddenly billowed up, its sleeves flared like a person's, and it shouted, "You stinking snakeskin bag, I'm clearly closest to my master!"
It nestled close to Wade, as if giving him an intimate hug.
"Ha, trying to outdo me in closeness?" The cabinet bounced with a "bang," knocking aside the cloak, and deliberately drew out its voice, "That's because you're shabby enough to be a perfect disguise! If we're talking about usefulness, who can compare to me?"
Voldemort and the Death Eaters stood frozen in place, none of them interrupting the two men's incessant chatter.
It wasn't because they were lenient, but because the moment the cabinet popped out, countless karts poured out like a flood:
A giant jellyfish floated in the air, its long tentacles swaying. The church's tall dome seemed too small for it. It wrapped its tentacles around Wade, protecting the little boy completely.
Its tentacles were not weak and powerless; they were covered with countless gleaming, sharp blades that pulsated rhythmically, seemingly capable of easily severing someone's throat.
The crabs, about half a person's height, swung their pincers with a clicking sound. As if they found the chairs around them too in the way, they simply swung them lightly and cut the iron benches into pieces.
Fist-sized wasps formed a black and gold storm, densely swirling around Harry in the air and around him, so that even Voldemort couldn't get past them to behead him;
What was even more terrifying was the ground—the swarms of black ants were like flowing black smoke, and wherever they passed, not even the bricks on the ground could be seen to have a crack, which frightened the Death Eaters into retreating.
That wasn't all. The roar of a tiger could still be heard from deep inside the cabinet, but perhaps because the exit was too crowded, it didn't show itself for a long time. Instead, a praying mantis suddenly leaped over the crab puppet and jumped out from inside.
Unlike the mantis that was randomly created in the Forbidden Forest, this puppet was a translucent emerald color, its carapace shimmering with light, and its scythe-like forelimbs were covered with serrated edges, the blades thin and sharp.
This is something that cannot be destroyed by a simple fire spell or explosion spell.
Voldemort and his numerous Death Eaters unleashed a barrage of spells, their black robes billowing like giant bats.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Shattered to pieces!"
"Thunderbolt explosion!"
"Sweep it all away in a whirlwind!"
Colorful spells shot towards the most dangerous puppets, but the swarm of wasps flying in the air suddenly accelerated and went straight to meet the spells.
The red and green lights collided with the swarm of wasps one after the other, exploding instantly. Wasp fragments flew everywhere, and broken stingers pierced the tentacles of jellyfish, but had no effect on the jellyfish, which were several meters tall.
The puppets behind continued to advance, their speed not particularly fast to protect Vader in the center, but the oppressive feeling was palpable. "Buzz buzz buzz..."
The swarm of wasps charged forward like suicide soldiers, their metallic wings vibrating at a high frequency, unleashing a deafening roar that seemed to pierce eardrums. They swept towards the Death Eaters like a hurricane or a sandstorm.
"Ironclad Guard—"
A Death Eater frantically waved his arms, but before he could finish his incantation, a wasp lunged into his mouth, followed by a swarm of more golems that instantly overwhelmed him!
The unfortunate fellow didn't even get a chance to scream; all that could be seen was a section of the severed wand rolling out.
"retreat!"
Voldemort roared and swung his wand forcefully, instantly conjuring a silver wall in the air. The puppets that crashed into it became dizzy and disoriented.
The Dark Lord waved his wand again, and a fire serpent suddenly shot out, rushing towards the group of puppets!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, the remaining Death Eaters scrambled out of the church and into the courtyard, which was filled with ruins, looking utterly disheveled.
One of the tall guys helped the weak and haggard little Barty up and dragged him along very fast.
Little Barty was frowning and lost in thought for some reason when he was suddenly pulled and snapped back to reality. He struggled angrily and shouted, "Let me go! I have to tell Master that guy is—"
He recognized him!
That cloak!
It was the same thing that pierced his thigh and nearly strangled him!
So Wade Grey is none other than the murderer who disguised himself as Harry Potter and instantly killed his owner in his infant form!
He might even be the guy standing next to Grindelwald in the video of the Demon Forest!
So trying to recruit him was a mistake from the start! Wade Grey wasn't some Dumbledore favorite either; he was the legendary successor to Grindelwald, a member of the Sorcerers…
But Little Barty didn't get a chance to say what he was going to say. He suddenly became petrified and paralyzed, unable to move even his tongue except for his eyes.
The person supporting him gripped his collar tightly, dragging him staggering behind a stone pillar. During the escape, the person suddenly used a silent spell to ambush Little Barty, then leaned close to his ear and whispered with glee:
"Thank you for your help back then, Crouch... Are you satisfied with this return gift?"
Little Barty's pupils suddenly contracted, and he finally saw the person's grayish, narrow eyes beneath the mask.
—Lucius Malfoy?
Memories gnawed at his heart like venomous snakes. He recalled the scene of turning Lucius into a toad, and endless regret welled up in his heart.
—I should have just killed him!
What tormented him even more was that he had punished Lucius on his own, but due to a series of unforeseen events, he forgot to report it to Voldemort.
So when the Death Eaters regrouped, the Dark Lord only thought Lucius was one of these opportunistic subordinates, unaware that he had come with hatred in his heart!
Otherwise, even if Lucius were masked, Voldemort would recognize him, be wary of him, and not give him a chance to harm him.
Little Barty's liver and gallbladder were ruptured.
What a stupid, arrogant, and damned oversight he made!
(End of this chapter)