Chapter 714
Braun
Chapter 714 Braun
Behind the brown-haired youth, a gray wave stood silently.
In the darkness of night, countless figures draped in gray robes, heads slightly bowed, their faces completely obscured by the shadows of their cloaks, making them appear remarkably similar in height, build, and weight.
This is a very clever spell to bewitch you.
There were no whispers, no swaying of bodies, and even the rise and fall of breathing were barely perceptible in the crowd.
They were like statues standing on the stone slabs of a cemetery, like messengers of death from hell, carrying a deathly stillness and oppressive aura that did not belong to the living.
The people in the courtyard were actually quite familiar with this group. They had all witnessed the grey-robed men storming Muggle bases, rescuing imprisoned underage wizards or Muggle children, and sometimes even punishing notorious villains.
Some people angrily denounced them as "butchers without any bottom line" and "executioners in mourning clothes," while others jokingly called them "meddlesome witch cops" and "hypocrites who perform killing as justice."
But at this moment, the Death Eaters facing this army finally understood that the edited footage could never convey this sense of oppression—when they appeared before them, even the air seemed to freeze.
Everyone began to tremble.
McNeil's legs trembled, Goyle almost dropped his wand, and others like Yaxley and Selwyn began searching for a way to escape.
They felt a deep sense of regret at that moment—regret for not avoiding the situation earlier like some of their colleagues, but instead, out of fear of punishment from the Dark Lord, risking a live broadcast to rush to the place where the Dark Mark had issued the summons.
……
A rare look of shock appeared on Voldemort's pale face.
--How can it be?
The monastery is shrouded in the spell of unwavering loyalty, and the keeper of the secret is none other than himself!
Although he also broke into the Potters' house, which was protected by the same spell, it was because Peter the Secretkeeper had already secretly sided with Voldemort.
Otherwise, even if he ruled all of England, he wouldn't have been able to dig that couple out of their rat hole!
He knew he had only given the monastery's address to a limited number of people, all of whom were under his watchful eye and hadn't left! Except…
An unbelievable thought came to mind, and Voldemort suddenly turned his head to scan the battlefield, his scarlet eyes seeming to draw a blood-red arc in the night.
"Barty Crouch!"
"Voldemort shouted."
no respond.
Barty the Younger, who should have been among the Death Eaters, had vanished without a trace, and Voldemort's pupils trembled violently.
He remembered... the note with the address on it, the thing he had personally handed to Little Barty...
Voldemort was overwhelmed by immense rage, but his lips twisted upwards, revealing a savage grin with gleaming white teeth.
"traitor……"
When the word was squeezed out from between his teeth, the Death Eaters around him all shuddered involuntarily.
"How dare you betray me!"
Voldemort roared and suddenly unleashed a powerful roar. He swung his arm in a wide arc, his wand whistling through the air in an arc, the powerful magic cutting through the scorching air like a wind blade.
The Death Eaters were terrified and knelt down in unison like harvested wheat, but Goyle reacted a beat too late, his massive body making him move somewhat sluggish—
"what!!!"
The man let out a scream as blood gushed out like a fountain, and an arm and half of his shoulder flew off!
When the severed limb hit the ground, several thick fingers were still reflexively twitching.
The brown-haired youth was also within the attack range, yet he didn't even flinch. "Iron Armor!"
Several people behind the youth simultaneously brandished their wands, forming an impenetrable wall of invisible armor. The spells clashed, sparks exploded, and when the smoke cleared, the youth was unharmed.
He suddenly chuckled softly and slowly took out a crumpled, folded piece of parchment from his pocket.
"betray?"
His voice rose in a pleasant, upward tone at the end.
"You think someone deliberately leaked the address? Actually, no one did... As a leader, I suggest you place a little trust in the loyalty of your followers."
As he spoke, he strolled forward leisurely, stepping on Gore's arm as he passed by. Then, as if only then noticing, he shook his head and sighed, saying:
"Tsk tsk tsk... How pitiful. Actually, we just caught a little mouse that sneaked away and found a note on him."
He shook his hand, and the parchment instantly ignited. He released it and it fell to the ground, turning to ashes before it even hit the ground.
"See, it's gone! Now you don't have to worry anymore, right?"
The young man spoke in a teasing tone, his eyes catching a glimpse of a trembling hem of a robe in the shadows outside the door.
The real whistleblower, Malfoy, was hiding within the ranks of the Bastards. Just as the brown-haired youth said, he was captured by the Bastards who were lying in ambush nearby not long after he ran out of the monastery.
But the young man deliberately didn't mention his name, as if the one who ran away really was Little Barty, and then took the opportunity to wink in Lucius's direction.
Lucius's body trembled slightly, then he hid his trembling fingers in his sleeve.
“I know you…” Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his voice hoarse: “Brawne—Grindelwald’s successor, the rising star carefully cultivated by the Sorcerers.”
"Ah, I have long heard of your renown, Mr. Voldemort."
The brown-haired young man, Braun, gave an elegant bow, a perfectly timed smile playing on his lips:
"It's a pity we met here today; we're truly kindred spirits. But you're incredibly cruel to children."
He smiled and stepped over the burnt remains of the puppets on the ground, walking toward Vader, saying, "I care more about the genius who created them than these exquisite creations."
When Wade was called out, he looked up abruptly. Even surrounded by the enormous jellyfish, the six-year-old child's body appeared exceptionally thin.
Voldemort narrowed his long, narrow eyes slightly, his face revealing no emotion, only the tip of his wand faintly gleaming green.
He desperately wanted to kill this young man who dared to swagger in front of him, but Braun was just a rising star of the Sorcerer Party, and behind him stood hundreds of grey-robed wizards, and... Grindelwald.
Given the vast difference in strength, even someone as confident as Voldemort had to admit that his power was no match for the increasingly powerful Malay Party.
The Death Eaters kneeling on the ground were unsure whether to get up. They stared at the unguarded back of the brown-haired youth, holding their breath and secretly anticipating what would happen.
Did he really think those puppets were easy to deal with? Those insignificant ants on the ground could easily take down this carefree wizard!
The Death Eater, who had pinned the Mother Mirror badge to his collar, even adjusted the camera position to ensure that the image of the young man being torn apart by the puppets could be transmitted completely to wizards around the world.
"Tap, tap, tap!"
The young man walked into the densely packed ensemble of puppets.
Everyone was very quiet, as if the whole world was anticipating some inevitable loud noise.
But everything remained as quiet as ever.
(End of this chapter)