Chapter 874
The Hurricane is Coming 3
Chapter 874 The Hurricane is Coming 3
While the puppets were busy, not far away, Vader raised his wand and waved it casually, using magic without restraint.
While magical societies in various countries can indeed detect magical fluctuations within a certain range, the tools they use for detection are ultimately just alchemical implements.
When he first encountered the magical world, Vader thought it was amazing and worried that he would receive a warning letter if he used magic outside of school.
Therefore, he always had to find the right place—such as Diagon Alley, Steven's Glaling Farm, or when Moody lived next door—before he could use magic with peace of mind.
But the longer he studied alchemy and the more knowledge he acquired, the more Vader realized how outdated, antiquated, and rigid the Ministry of Magic's detection magic was.
Perhaps the Ministry of Magic was too protective of its own resources and didn't invite skilled alchemists to modify it; perhaps it was intentional on the part of certain individuals, leaving themselves loopholes to operate freely...
In short, the detection capabilities of the magic ministries of all countries are roughly the same—they are unable to pinpoint specific individuals, nor can they locate them with great accuracy, and they lack sufficient sensitivity to the vast majority of dark magic (including the Unforgivable Curse).
This kind of magic is actually only useful when monitoring a specific area—such as No. 4 Privet Drive.
At this moment, Vader was in a place that even homeless people wouldn't set foot in. Generally speaking, the Magic Council wouldn't waste its efforts on such a desolate area.
Therefore, even if some dark wizards secretly conduct some inhumane experiments here, the Magic Council will be like the blind and deaf, completely unaware of them.
Just in case, Vader still drew dense runes around the room to shield it from any possible surveillance by the Magic Council.
A flash of silvery incantation enveloped the brown leather bag in front of him like flowing mercury before disappearing.
Under the effect of the Seamless Stretch Spell, the interior of this bag has been expanded to five or six cubic meters, enough to hold a considerable amount of supplies.
Then Vader cast a levitation spell on it, and the bag immediately became light and airy, swaying as if it could float off the ground at any moment.
A crab puppet the size of a palm immediately crawled over, grabbed the bag with one of its claws, and quickly moved sideways, dragging the bag to Vera's side as she was packing salt.
The piled-up materials seemed to melt away, eventually turning into rows of bags and containers of all sizes on the shelves.
Vera fastened the clasp on the last handbag and said, "The materials are now packed."
Viran walked over to Vader, who was waving his wand, and whispered, "Take a rest, Master. The surge won't reach the East Coast for another few hours."
"Hold on."
Without turning his head, Vader said, his wand radiating light. Various materials floated in the air, decomposed, and recombined, transforming into a large, snow-white bird with a streamlined body that stretched out, appearing symmetrical and agile.
Seagulls emerged from the light; some circled above the factory, some strolled on the shelves, and some even pecked at Vilan and the others with their hook-like beaks.
Wade didn't endow these seagulls with much intelligence or magic, but they still didn't appear dull or clumsy at all; on the contrary, they were all incredibly agile.
The puppets were mesmerized, and Victor couldn't help but say, "Master's life alchemy technique is truly becoming more and more sophisticated."
He looked down at his palm and clenched his fist tightly.
Victor had also participated in the alchemy competition without really participating, but as a puppet, even though the magic that Vader cast could make them do some "extraordinary" things, they were not truly magical and therefore could not do alchemy.
Vilan couldn't help but ask softly, "Was this how we were born too?"
“Pretty much,” Victor said, “but it will be much more complicated than it is now.”
As the last ray of light disappeared, countless seagulls flapped their wings, seemingly filling the entire factory warehouse.
"Luckily, they don't poop or shed feathers," Vilan said irritably, pushing away a seagull that was leaning towards him. "Otherwise, I would have stewed these annoying creatures!"
The seagull puppets, unable to comprehend their "senior's" disdain, continued their relentless attempts to peck at Vilan's ears. "Slap! Slap! Slap!"
Three crisp claps echoed through the empty factory.
The seagulls stopped moving instantly, raised their heads in unison, and looked at Wade in silence.
"Go."
Wade's voice was calm and clear.
In an instant, the seagull puppets flapped their wings and took flight, filling the entire warehouse with the sound of their wingsbeats.
The snow-white birds, like programmed drones, deftly used their claws to grab the leather bags on the ground that had been imbued with the Invisible Stretching Charm, and flew one by one through the cracked windows above the factory, quickly soaring into the sky.
Wade watched the seagulls disappear into the night sky, then turned to Vilan and the others.
"You should start taking action too."
Vilan raised his hand and asked, "Master, what if we encounter unforeseen circumstances?"
“…If?” Wade looked at them and laughed. “It’s not ‘if,’ accidents can happen anywhere.”
After a pause, he said softly, "That's why there's a saying—'When a general is in the field, he may disobey some of the orders of his troops.'"
……
"Woo--Woo--"
The night wind wasn't particularly violent, but it emitted a continuous whistling sound.
The dust and scraps of paper on the ground were swept up by the wind and fluttered everywhere, creating a desolate, apocalyptic atmosphere.
Although the eye of Hurricane Louise hovered hundreds of miles offshore, its immense power had already transformed into an invisible claw, reaching as far as the coast of New York.
Roosevelt Island was in the eye of the storm, the murky river water crashing violently against the banks and bridge piers, splashing up ghastly white foam. The civilians kept their doors and windows tightly shut, listening anxiously to the distant, muffled roars that sounded like the howls of a dragon.
Meanwhile, in the nearby Upper East Side, the mansions were brightly lit, and faint strains of music drifted out through the closed windows.
Outside the window, the river was becoming increasingly menacing and terrifying; inside, people were raising champagne and chatting happily, and pretty girls were dancing joyfully, their laughter echoing through the air.
"Look!" A young woman stood by the window, pointing excitedly outside. "This storm looks like it's going to have a huge impact! The slums might even be flooded!"
"Oh, never mind that. Anyway, we have Roosevelt Island protecting us, so nothing serious will happen."
Another man, a cigarette dangling from his lips, looked at her and smiled, "It's a rare weekend, don't let trivial matters spoil your enjoyment. May I ask you to dance?"
"Of course." The girl shyly placed her hand in the other's palm.
Outside the window, surging waves, carrying angry billows, were rushing toward the shore.
Thousands of meters above, the first snow-white seagull broke through the rolling clouds, and with a swipe of its claws, a large number of white particles scattered like stardust.
(End of this chapter)