Chapter 815
Reveal
Chapter 815 Reveal
Lupin had been keeping a close eye on Wade, a lingering worry in his eyes—
Although he was a first-class passenger, he had no idea what was happening in the economy class behind him.
But a vague premonition told him that even if the unidentified Mordis returned to his seat, this matter would not end easily.
Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of something unusual on the other side of the corridor, which immediately drew Lu Ping's full attention.
Victor, who had always looked like an ordinary passenger, suddenly raised his arm and casually put it on Modigliani's shoulder, the two acting as intimately as best friends.
However, what he said was extremely unusual—
“Mr. Graves, I must say, that werewolf puppet you made before was truly exquisite; it terrified me… Didn’t you take it on the plane?”
Modihis sneered: "You try bringing one of those clumsy guys onto the plane?"
Victor smacked his lips and said regretfully, "What a pity... If you had taken it with you, you would at least have a close companion now."
"--partner?"
Modish glanced at him, a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"Oh... puppets are tools! That's what you think, right?" Victor said, suddenly realizing.
Mordisi replied, "Would you consider the hammer a partner?"
“Yes!” Victor said without hesitation, “When I hold the hammer, I love it from the bottom of my heart!”
—A lunatic! This guy is a lunatic!
Mordis cursed inwardly, crossing his arms and refusing to acknowledge the talkative fellow.
But thinking back to what had just happened... he felt a chill run down his spine. He glanced around furtively, unsure whether the danger he had sensed from the gazes of those around him was just his imagination or something real.
Compared to those guys with dead fish eyes, Victor was a bit annoying... but at least he was like a normal person.
Thinking this way, Mordisi's desire to change seats faded, and the thought of leaving began to linger in his mind again.
The journey is halfway over... and he doesn't have much time left.
Just then, Victor leaned closer to him and asked, "So... you didn't bring the puppet, are there other 'Purgers' on this plane as well?"
In an instant, Mordis felt a chill run through his body, as if he had suddenly opened his eyes in the middle of the night and found a figure standing beside his bed.
The words "Purgers" exploded in Mordis's ears like thunder. All color drained from his face, leaving only utter horror and disbelief.
The biggest secret... the identity that absolutely could not be told to anyone... was exposed by this seemingly stupid guy?
For a moment, Mordis even forgot to react. He stared wide-eyed at Victor, at those eyes that still seemed to be smiling.
When they looked at each other up close, he realized that this seemingly cheerful and enthusiastic guy had eyes like a pair of glass beads, devoid of any extra emotion.
……
Harry, who had keenly caught the conversation ahead, couldn't help but lower his voice and ask Hermione, "What are the Purifiers? Have you heard of them?"
Hermione frowned, trying to recall, and said, "This name sounds familiar; I'm sure I've seen it somewhere before..."
Her fingers twisted the corner of her robe as she whispered, "It seems to have been mentioned in 'A Review of the History of Magic' and also in 'Secrets of the Magical Families of Britain and America'... It must be an extreme anti-magic organization?"
“Anti-magic?” Harry muttered. “Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would absolutely love this kind of organization…”
He instinctively glanced at Wade, wanting to know what the other thought. But Wade was busy writing something, completely ignoring the two arguing figures. Or perhaps… whether Mordisis was a Purifier or not was completely irrelevant to him?
Harry suddenly had this feeling.
……
After a long while, Mordis finally found his voice: "What...what are you saying? This is utter nonsense! Everyone knows that the Purifiers have long since vanished!"
As he spoke, he quickly reached for his wand, but a sudden, sharp pain shot through his wrist—
Victor's hand gripped his wrist like an iron clamp, stopping his fingers just one centimeter away from the wand, unable to move an inch.
"Disappeared? That can't be true, can it?"
A hint of mockery appeared on Victor's rugged face. He leaned forward slightly and said sarcastically:
"It's said that you people are like bedbugs; no matter how meticulously you clean, you'll always pop out from the corners!"
"I've also heard that even if the Purifier's children show magical talent, they'll be thrown away! Those heartless bastards only raise children who have absolutely no magical abilities."
"So... why would you, a wizard, join such a mad group?"
Modigliani hesitated for a moment, attempting to argue his point. However, when the cause he had fought so hard for was mocked in this way, he finally couldn't hold back and his expression changed.
When he boarded the plane, Modigliani was also thinking of either succeeding or dying, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t cherish life at all.
As the time drew closer to the critical point, the pressure he felt grew heavier and heavier, finally reaching its peak, and a corner of Mordisi's proud will crumbled.
"Why are there so many purgers? Because people have been constantly harmed by you wizards!"
He cried out in a shrill voice, and with his other hand he quickly reached for his wand, but suddenly heard a "snap"!
"Ahhhh-"
Mordisi clutched his broken arm and let out a piercing scream.
Immediately afterwards, Victor casually pulled out Mordisi's wand and snapped it in half!
"Crack!"
With another crisp sound, the wand broke in two and fell to the ground.
Victor didn't even leave his seat; he simply used one hand to firmly press the agonizingly sweating Modigliani back into the seat.
"You...you're not an alchemist at all! You're an Auror from the Magic Council! A lackey of that Ezra guy, aren't you?!"
"Modihis was horrified," he said.
Victor's smile deepened, carrying an arrogance that seemed to know everything yet was too lazy to explain.
He neither admitted nor denied it, but Modigliani immediately confirmed his own thoughts.
He struggled a few times, then shouted at Wade and the others, "Wade Gray! You're working with them? Do you trust them?"
"I swear, once these guys have dealt with us, the Magic Congress will definitely target you next!"
"They searched your luggage and devised at least five plans to keep you and your puppet in America forever! If it weren't for that woman Goldstein's unconventional methods, you would never have been able to board the plane!"
(End of this chapter)