Chapter 809
Purge! Purge!
Chapter 809 Purge! Purge!
Mordis Graves froze in the middle of the corridor. Those silent yet tangible gazes felt like cold needles pressing against his spine, instantly extinguishing any thought of forcibly leaving.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
His wildly beating heart made him feel a slight palpitation and dizziness.
Modigliani had no doubt that if he took another step forward, what awaited him would not be a friendly farewell.
He turned around slowly and awkwardly, his facial muscles twitching slightly, and his legs seemed to be somewhat out of his control.
Only after he walked stiffly back to his seat and sat down silently did he realize that cold sweat had suddenly broken out all over his body.
Those few short steps felt like a journey through life and death.
Victor, standing beside him, seemed oblivious to everything. He rubbed his eyes and asked curiously:
"What, not going to the toilet again?"
Mordisi, clutching his carry-on suitcase, turned and stared intently at him, his fingers trembling slightly.
"The way you look at me makes it seem like I've let you down." Victor scratched his face and muttered, "I still prefer your old, unruly self."
Modish gritted his teeth and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Me? I didn't do anything!" Victor exclaimed, bewildered. "Didn't you want to go to the toilet but then give up?"
Modishis: "..."
Knowing he couldn't get an answer from the other person, he gritted his teeth in frustration, shut his mouth, and turned to look at the other passengers.
Upon seeing this, Mordisi's heart trembled violently once more—
Even the passengers he had initially thought were ordinary people were now looking at him with such fear that Mordisi trembled.
"fear".
This has always been the emotion he evokes in others; blood and death always bring forth piercing screams and give birth to the most desperate pain.
But at this moment, even though not a single hair was injured, Mordis felt a deeper sense of despair and fear.
—Why was the plan exposed? And when was my identity discovered?
Although the signal was sent, he was already trapped.
The only thing we can do now seems to be wait... wait for the actions of our other companions, or... wait for the judgment of these unfathomable "passengers" around us.
……
Meanwhile, Lev Zakharov, sitting a little further back, frowned as he took in the brief scene that had just unfolded.
His cold, stern face remained expressionless, but a thoughtful glint flashed in his grey-blue eyes.
"What's going on with this group of people?"
A huge question arose in his mind. He turned to look at Moody across the aisle and saw that although Moody was with the group in front (at least on the surface), his eyes revealed a deep-seated confusion.
Zakharov's gaze swept over Moody, then looked at Lupin, whose back was straight and seemed somewhat stiff, before finally landing on Wade.
From his angle, it was actually impossible to see Wade's expression.
But he could see that the boy was resting his chin on one hand, and the corner of his mouth seemed to be curving into a very subtle arc, like a smile, or like a sneer.
—It's him!
Zakharov felt as if a loud accusation was immediately echoing in his mind.
Wade Gray…he must know what’s going on! Zakharov crossed his arms, his heart sinking.
He originally decided to go to England to learn more out of concern for his cousin Natalia and curiosity about the technology of the Vader puppets.
Who knew... that he might have been drawn into a vortex far more complex and dangerous than the infighting within Russian families.
……
The coin in my hand felt hot, though it only lasted for two or three seconds, but it was enough to make it unmistakable.
The short-haired man paused, looked up, and exchanged glances with his three companions, instantly confirming the information.
The signal has been received; it's time to begin the operation.
The short-haired man put down his book, unbuckled his seatbelt, and stood up. Mrs. Weasley, who had been startled awake, looked up at him.
The man put his hands together in an apologetic gesture, indicating that he needed to go to the restroom.
Mrs. Weasley smiled kindly, shook her head to indicate that it was alright, and reached out to pull the blanket up for Ginny next to her.
Looking at the red-haired little girl almost completely covered by the gray blanket, a fleeting look of guilt flashed across the short-haired man's eyes, before his resolve returned.
He silently recited in his heart:
Wizards should not exist, the world needs to be purified... Sacrifice is necessary for this cleansing!
He casually picked up his bag and headed towards the lavatory in the middle of the cabin. The other three also stood up one after another, walking steadily and quickly in the same direction as the short-haired man.
Evil is inherited and flows through the genes of wizards... Do not pity the children of wizards; they are just as evil as their parents, only they haven't had the chance to show it yet...
The short-haired man silently repeated what the leader had once told them, feeling his thoughts becoming clearer and his will stronger, while those slight waverings disappeared like soap bubbles.
It's said that the red-haired family are all wizards, and that red-haired girl is no exception, right?
She is still an innocent and lovely child, but one day she will grow up, pick up a wand, and experiment with terrible magic on ordinary people!
No difference...they are all the same...
He was no different from those wizards who killed his grandparents and his uncle's family, or those who damaged his father's brain and turned a perfectly healthy adult man into an idiot overnight...
The sounds of unison recitation seemed to echo in his ears:
If we let the wizard cub live, then one day, those same tragic experiences may befall our own children, and other people's children, other people's parents, and other people's loved ones. No one will be spared...
[War will break out in the world again, and ordinary people will once again become lambs to the slaughter, wantonly killed by wizards!]
Magic is the power of the devil; it corrupts the mind, is inherently evil, and cannot be eradicated or changed! Magic should not exist!
A world without magic is peaceful and beautiful... Even wizards, after being purged and cleansed of their sins, will be reborn as ordinary people in a new world... We will eventually achieve equality and happiness...
[To welcome a brighter future, I am willing to sacrifice my own! To save the world from being destroyed by magic, I am willing to sacrifice my life!]
As the target drew closer, the short-haired man couldn't help but mutter a prayer in a low voice:
"To embrace a brighter future, I am willing to sacrifice my own! To prevent the world from being destroyed by magic, I am willing to sacrifice my life!"
Immediately afterwards, he heard a loud roar:
"You are blind!"
(End of this chapter)