Chapter 716
I Am a Puppet Too
Chapter 716 I Am a Puppet Too
The boy tilted his head back, his round eyes wide open, filled with curiosity and confusion, like a bewildered little animal.
Braun gazed intently at his young master, his inorganic eyes reflecting the firelight, which somehow appeared gentle.
"Hahaha……"
He suddenly laughed, deliberately waving his long, slender fingers in front of Wade, and said, "It's a secret, I can't tell you~"
The last syllable rose in pitch, like a mischievous child.
Vader: "...!" This guy is so annoying!
Although he didn't say it aloud, his cheeks involuntarily puffed up, his lips pursed into a stubborn line, and he glared angrily at Braun.
Braun burst into laughter again, his shoulders shaking with laughter, and then easily picked up young Vader with a single reach.
Wade instinctively struggled, pushing his hand against the man's neck, when suddenly he shuddered slightly.
This is……
He couldn't feel his pulse; beneath the soft skin, there was only a mechanical texture.
His movements froze, his eyes reflecting Braun's face so close to his, and his eyes.
It looks like the eyes of a mantis puppet.
Although six-year-old Vader had forgotten his alchemical knowledge and was unaware that each alchemist had their own unique style, he keenly sensed the high degree of similarity between the two.
Could it be that... what the cloak meant by "one of our own" was...?
He stopped struggling and looked at Braun with a questioning gaze, still filled with disbelief.
The Puppet...
Is it even possible to achieve this level of skill?
So it's not that the puppet's friend-or-foe identification system has been interfered with, right?
It's because they all recognized that you are one of them...
Braun noticed Wid's shock, and for some reason, he found it even funnier.
For a long time, it has been others who have been amazed, questioned, and coveted the puppets. As the creator, Vader may have witnessed their birth from nothing, but he has always been indifferent, focusing on areas where improvement could be made.
At this moment, he was finally able to appreciate his own greatness from the perspective of an observer.
Braun chuckled and ruffled his short, tousled hair.
"Is that guy without a nose bullying you?"
His voice was filled with a doting smile.
"Watch it -"
Braun pulled Vader into his arms, holding Vader's small hand and wand in his right hand, and pointed them at Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
"I'll avenge you!"
The grey-robed wizards at the entrance also raised their wands, and among the Death Eaters, some let out desperate groans.
A flicker of panic crossed Voldemort's snake-like face, his nostrils twitched, and green light flickered at the tip of his staff.
“You’ve made a fatal mistake, Braun.”
Voldemort's voice was as soft as a venomous snake slithering through a dead leaf, and his wand pointed directly at the overlapping figures of the two.
“That kid is a follower of Dumbledore. Do you think he would submit to you? Impossible! I know those kinds of people very well—stupid, pedantic, stubborn, and unreasonable!”
He spread his arms, his black robe billowing out like a bat.
"The Marauders and Death Eaters, we are natural allies. We pursue the glory of purebloods, you crave wizarding freedom, and Dumbledore is our common enemy! Just imagine, if we joined forces..."
When Voldemort spoke, Braun appeared to be persuaded, but in reality, he tilted his head slightly and whispered a spell in Vader's ear.
“Ignis Divinum Furor”.
Ancient Latin words brushed past his ears like feathers. Ved should not have learned this language yet, but he understood it miraculously.
"what is this?"
Vader looked at Braun with a puzzled expression. "Use this spell," Braun chuckled softly. "Believe in yourself, you can do it."
Wade thought to himself: Really? But just half an hour ago, I didn't even know I was a wizard!
He thought to himself, yet felt a strange unease.
When you hold a magic wand, that familiar feeling is undeniable.
"After all—"
Braun raised his wand to a height where the tip pointed at Voldemort, the only one standing there, a proud smile playing on his lips, and whispered, "You are the best at creating miracles."
Upon seeing this, Voldemort's long, narrow nostrils flared slightly, and his face revealed a mixture of rage and fear.
"very good!"
He gritted his teeth and said, "It seems you've chosen to oppose me after all... you've chosen to embrace death!"
"—Avada Kedavra!"
Without warning, he shouted loudly, and green light burst forth.
At the same time, Vader's lips moved, and he clearly heard Braun behind him shout in unison:
"Ignis Divinum Furor! (Wrath of the Flame God!)"
An unprecedented surge of heat exploded from his chest, magic rushed down his arm, flowed through his palm, surged to his fingertips, and finally burst forth from his wand!
That was not a beam of incantation light, but a pure torrent of fire!
Golden red, bright yellow, blue and white...
The beam of light kept changing color and getting hotter and hotter. Wherever it passed, the grass and trees withered, the bricks and stones shattered, and even shadows seemed to have nowhere to hide!
The air distorted into eerie ripples under the intense heat. Before the green light of the Killing Curse could collide head-on with the flames, it was strangely deflected, destroying a nearby wasp puppet with a "bang".
"It's you!"
Voldemort's snake-like face finally revealed undisguised fear, as if a burning, tearing pain was emanating from the depths of his soul.
This light... this terrifying temperature that destroys everything...
He frantically waved his wand, retreating repeatedly, conjuring layers of silver shields from the air to block his path.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
The hastily formed shield was quickly engulfed by flames. The Death Eaters, who were kneeling on the ground, could no longer bear it and ran away in all directions, not caring about the terrifying Ulquiorra or the densely packed puppets in front of them!
"boom--"
The fiery torrent swept away Voldemort's location with overwhelming force, continuing its advance without hindrance until it formed an expanding, blazing streak of light in the night sky.
Inside and outside the monastery, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
The Death Eaters trembled and collapsed to the ground, while some members of the Malay Party trembled slightly with excitement.
"Is it over?" Wade asked in a low voice. "Is Voldemort dead?"
Braun sighed softly.
“Unfortunately, no, he Apparated at the last moment,” he said. “But this time, I think he will remember me well.”
"Are you in danger?" Wade couldn't help but ask worriedly.
Braun laughed again upon hearing this, nuzzling the boy's shoulder with his chin, his chest trembling slightly.
"Dear master, I am a puppet too!"
He said with a smile, "I'm not really any different from those sacrificed wasps... Do you understand?"
One update tonight.
(End of this chapter)