Chapter 718
Sunlight? sunlight!
Chapter 718 Sunlight? sunlight!
The boy, rushing towards them, held aloft the water jug, which was extremely dangerous even for him, glared at Braun opposite him and the countless grey-robed wizards lurking in the darkness, and roared:
"I don't care what you're plotting, but don't drag Wade into this! Aren't you ashamed to target a child?"
The air solidified at this moment.
Every gaze—Death Eaters, Sorcerers, viewers off-camera, even those who wept bitterly over Harry's death…
Countless eyes, as if drawn by invisible threads, all fell upon Harry, and even the wind seemed to stop flowing, creating an eerie, still scene.
In the dead silence, only Harry's rapid breathing was particularly clear, and his green eyes seemed to be burning with fire, bright and stubborn.
Braun suddenly and rudely reached out and touched him under the nose.
Harry was startled and nearly dropped the water bottle. The frightened boy stared wide-eyed and yelled, "What are you doing?!"
Braun raised an eyebrow and asked the question everyone wanted to ask—
"How are you still alive?"
Harry paused, a hint of unease flashing across his face.
He also had many questions, but he quickly found a reason for his resurrection:
“My mother’s magic protected me…and this has nothing to do with you!”
Harry was extremely nervous facing a group of dark wizards who far surpassed him in both numbers and magical abilities.
He forced himself to stare intently at the other person, and spoke quickly and urgently to the boy behind him:
"Don't believe them, Vader! These dark wizards are all the same! They talk about ideals and the future, but in reality, they kill, set fires, and commit all sorts of terrible crimes... You can't believe a single punctuation mark in their words!"
Seeing the boy's back soaked with sweat, Wade suddenly reached out and grabbed the corner of his shirt.
Then, he gently tugged at Harry's clothes, and amidst the boy's surprised gaze, he bypassed his protection and walked in front of Harry.
"Wade, what are you doing?" Harry cried out in a panic. "Don't trust him! Don't go with these guys!"
The boy looked up at him, smiled, and said, "Don't worry, I won't."
He walked over and faced Braun directly.
The brown-haired youth still wore a confident smile, but looked at him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Why should we step out?
Why not just go along with the boy's tone and refuse my invitation?
But Wade no longer wanted to hide behind Harry.
he thinks--
Even though I look younger than Harry now, I'm actually probably older than him.
This teenager can withstand the pressure of countless powerful enemies and try his best to protect himself even when he is afraid. How can Wade pretend to be innocent and watch him fight to the death?
Moreover, Braun is also one of them.
Although he didn't know how his puppet had become an important figure in the witchcraft party, if the mission failed so easily because of a boy's obstruction, wouldn't he be punished when he got back?
Even if Grindelwald doesn't deliver a gruesome blow to his subordinates when he's angry like Voldemort, he's definitely not an old man who can be fooled.
At this moment, Wade's thoughts were crystal clear.
Just like the words Harry shouted at Voldemort not long ago, Wade now wanted to tell others—
If the conflict stems from me, then I am the focus of the dispute;
The benefits are mine, and the gains and losses are mine to decide;
Then please come after me next time!
If underhanded tactics can't defeat me, then it's best not to lay a hand on the people around me either.
Otherwise... I'll show you what the price will be!
Perhaps it was a change in mindset, or perhaps it was because, under Braun's guidance, he had just unleashed a spell beyond imagination...
With each step Wade took forward, he felt something awakening within him.
My blood vessels stretched out as if I were soaking in a hot spring, and my heart beat very slowly and powerfully, each beat like a war drum from ancient times.
Who said that?
Wizards are like gods.
His eardrums seemed to be subjected to some kind of high-frequency vibration; amidst the buzzing sound, he could vaguely hear the clear, melodious singing of a phoenix, mixed with the voice of a person speaking:
I want it to change, and it changes.
His vision underwent a wondrous transformation; he could no longer merely see people's names. Everything before him seemed to be filtered through a magical lens, each person radiating light of varying intensity. Golden threads and rings intertwined and overlapped, as if the world were a giant harp, ready to produce beautiful sounds with the slightest touch. [Magic is the manifestation of the wizard's will.]
As Braun slowly opened his eyes, Vader gently raised his hand, his hair began to flutter, and the rubble on the ground around them rose against gravity. Suddenly, everyone felt short of breath, as if the air had turned into something viscous.
"Stop...stop him..."
In the front row of the UMNO party, someone struggled to raise their wand, but before the spell could be released, their body suddenly began to swell up strangely.
He screamed in panic, but he was still unable to stop himself from turning into a balloon and drifting unsteadily into the sky.
Malfoy, standing at the back of the crowd, couldn't help but scream, "Magic surge! He's experiencing a magic surge!"
“Impossible!” another man with a scar on his face retorted. “I…have never seen…a magical surge of this scale!”
Vader had already raised his palm, but his hand was empty, holding no wand.
But in Vader's eyes, he saw himself holding countless golden threads that stretched in all directions, connecting not only everyone present, but also every stone, every blade of grass, and of course every wand!
Ultimately, what determines its effect is your own thinking.
He looked at Braun and smiled gently.
"Thank you for your invitation, Mr. Braun, but—"
The boy's clear, childlike voice echoed throughout the monastery as he spoke:
"What right do you have to make me bow down if you can't defeat me face to face?"
He flicked his wrist and suddenly swung his hand downwards—
boom--
In the suffocating silence, there seemed to be the sound of something breaking.
A dazzling white light burst forth, like starlight falling to earth, like the Milky Way cascading down, and even more like the sun falling to earth!
"Sunlight Charm!" someone shouted. "That's a Sunlight Charm! Anyone with dark creature blood, get out of the way!"
Before he could finish speaking, he was sent flying!
The ball of light instantly disintegrated into countless streams of light, and even more orbs of light emerged from each object—
They emerged from the collapsed stone pillars, from the climbing vines, from the broken glass, from the distorted murals, from the heads of the Death Eaters, and even from the wands of the Malachi!
As soon as the bursts of light emerged, they transformed into birds, beasts, and fish!
They are galloping horses, wolves that glow all over, unicorns that run like the wind, flocks of eagles, giant roc birds, and whales that roar!
These hordes of light beasts are completely different from the fiery beasts. They do not burn or spread; they simply charge and crash about, dragging their bodies full of radiance, knocking away anyone who stands in their way, and then gradually dissipating as they fly away.
Braun was also indiscriminately knocked away. At the moment of impact, he clearly sensed that the hound that had knocked him away seemed to still contain a kind of scorching, primal power, but it had not been fully released.
sunlight……
sunlight!
Is there any force in the world more violent and hotter than the sun?
"boom!"
The brown-haired youth landed heavily, the light beast trampling over his chest, causing his abdomen to dent slightly.
Braun didn't feel any pain; instead, he couldn't help but break into an exceptionally bright smile.
Suddenly, Wade felt dizzy, as if all the strength in his body had been drained. His small body swayed, and his vision went black.
Oh no!
If you faint at this point...
Just as he forced himself to stay alert, grabbed Harry, and prepared to try Apparition or teleportation, he suddenly felt a warm and powerful magical force appear abruptly nearby.
Although I don't remember, that warm and reliable feeling... it must have been that person... right?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, his body went limp and he fell forward.
Before the boy even hit the ground, a pair of arms lifted him up, a silver beard brushing against his cheeks, and a long robe draped over him like a cloak.
A faint sigh was heard:
"This is outrageous..."
Startled, Harry exclaimed in surprise, "Dumbledore!"
(End of this chapter)