Chapter 818
Chaos
Chapter 818 Chaos
In the dimly lit and crowded cargo hold, a clear bell suddenly rang out.
Passing through layers of shelves and suitcases, the source of the bell was an inconspicuous black suitcase hidden deep inside.
If Moody were in the cargo hold at that moment, his magic eye could see through the hard plastic shell of the suitcase, through the thin, fluffy cotton and linen clothing inside, and see a spring mechanism on a toy suddenly triggered—
"boom!"
"Crack!"
The orange-red glass bottle suddenly shattered, and a ball of blue flame inside leaped out!
As soon as it came into contact with the air, it burst out with amazing heat, instantly igniting the surrounding clothes that had been soaked in oil!
"boom!!!"
The flames expanded and spread at an incredible speed, burning through the thin suitcase in an instant, and then lunged at the luggage of other passengers.
The pungent smell of burning plastic immediately filled the air, and thick smoke expanded rapidly, like a black ghost being drawn into the ventilation system and irresistibly transported to other parts of the aircraft.
……
"Stay strong, Mr. Martin."
A well-to-do-looking passenger hugged the tearful, apologetic robber, then turned to all the passengers in the cabin and said:
"Although I am not very wealthy, I am personally willing to donate two thousand dollars to Mr. Martin and his daughter to help them through this difficult time!"
Another passenger immediately chimed in, shouting, "That's incredibly generous, Mr. Jennings! No wonder he's the boss of Cornerstone Insurance!"
"Clap clap clap..."
He raised his hands high and clapped vigorously, and the other passengers joined in. The insurance company owner smiled and waved to everyone, looking very amiable.
Thomas O'Brien, despite never having heard of the insurance company, clapped along with the crowd, a relaxed smile creeping onto his face.
Suddenly, he felt that something was not right.
It smells like something's burning...
Thomas O'Brien sniffed, then looked down at the floor beneath his feet and saw wisps of smoke seeping out from the tiny cracks.
The man's mind went blank for a moment; before his thoughts could even process it, a scream pierced his throat—
"Fire! The plane is on fire!"
He frantically unbuckled his seatbelt, leaped up into his seat, and was about to escape when he realized that the airplane was an inescapable prison!
The next second, a large amount of obvious black smoke poured out of the ventilation vents, and a piercing alarm sounded on the plane!
"Ahhh-"
Screams and cries erupted from all directions in an instant. People frantically left their seats, trying to rush to the seemingly safe front cabin, and the narrow aisle was immediately crowded with people.
With a clanging sound, the yellow oxygen mask popped out from above, and Thomas O'Brien's head was hit with a bang.
"Calm down, don't panic!" Arthur Weasley shouted.
Shouts came from the passengers: "Don't run around! Where can you run on the plane? Stay in your seats!"
Mr. Cornelius also drew his wand, stood on his chair, and shouted, "Where's the fire? I can fix it! Tell me the location!"
They tried to locate the source of the smoke, but in the dim light they could only see countless moving heads. Their calm shouts were like a pebble thrown into a storm, barely making a splash.
Suddenly, a panicked passenger shoved Mr. Conner, sending him tumbling from his seat to the floor, where he watched helplessly as several large feet came hurtling towards his head! Mrs. Conner screamed in terror, "Ah!!!"
"Go away!"
Michael swung his wand forcefully, and the two passengers who were about to step on Mr. Conner were sent flying, crushing people on the other side of the aisle and causing them to scream in agony.
Mrs. Conner frantically grabbed her husband's arm, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull him up. Meanwhile, the passengers behind them had already pushed their way through!
At the same time, Arthur Weasley was also knocked down, his lower back slamming hard against the armrest of his seat, causing him to wince in pain.
The Weasley children were not spared either. Ginny was tightly shielded by her mother when a passenger who lost his balance crashed into them like a stone. The passenger's elbow pierced Mrs. Weasley's back like a bayonet, and it seemed as if two of her ribs were broken!
Ron had just raised his wand when his wrist was squeezed into the gap between the chairs. He groaned, and the wand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground with a "crack," as if someone had stepped on it and broken it.
"Obstacles everywhere! Obstacles everywhere!"
The twins did manage to cast the spell, but those blocked by the obstacle spell were quickly pushed down by others, making their spell seem like accomplices.
Just as the two were about to use the Ironclad Charm, the overhead luggage compartment suddenly popped open, and packages of all sizes and small carry-on suitcases came crashing down. They were then jostled by the crowd, making it difficult for them to even breathe.
"Freeze them all! Immobilize them immediately!"
Sirius's roar came from the front of the cabin, but his spell was not yet strong enough to control a hundred or so people at the same time. The nearest passenger fell down, but the crowd behind him surged forward like locusts!
"Calm down! Go back!" Sirius Black stood in the aisle between the chaotic crowd and the first-class cabin, raised his wand, and roared:
"Call upon God for protection—"
"call out!"
A sharp whistling sound tore through the air, ripping apart the noise!
A short, dark crossbow bolt pierced Sirius's shoulder and neck with a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, causing him to stagger backward!
Sirius raised his hand to cover his wound.
The pain wasn't very intense.
But... a cold, numbing sensation, like a tiny venomous snake, spread rapidly throughout the body along the blood and nerves at the wound site!
Almost immediately, half of his body lost sensation, and even his heartbeat seemed to slow down, as if time was stretched out infinitely at that moment.
The man struggled to lift his heavy eyelids and looked in the direction from which the crossbow bolt had come—
In the rear of the cabin, a dark figure stood with one foot on the armrest of the seat, holding a strangely shaped crossbow, which was steadily aimed at Sirius, whose body was swaying precariously.
The passenger at the front didn't notice the crossbow bolt flying overhead. He just slammed into Sirius, who was blocking his way, and then tried to step over him without hesitation!
Just at the critical moment——
"Shh!"
The heavy curtain separating the cabins was suddenly pulled open by a long, strong hand, and a figure appeared abruptly.
He didn't step completely out from behind the curtain, but stood steadily at the boundary. A clear and ancient incantation instantly resounded throughout the cabin:
"Achaias—Tomio—"
(End of this chapter)