Chapter 919
Stepping into the Battlefield of Washington
Chapter 919 Stepping into the Battlefield of Washington
“Rescue her?” Wade smiled. “I don’t think I need to rescue Professor Abigail—those Purifiers, though ‘allies,’ don’t seem to know her strength.”
Elsie asked, "So, you're still planning to focus on the Stonefield family from now on?"
Wade remained silent for a moment, lost in thought.
After Brolin entered the manor, he seemed to have no intention of leaving for the time being, and William Stonefield also appeared very cautious.
Vader's puppets monitored him for several days but found no indication that he intended to meet with Yodel Brolin or contact other Prometheus members.
However, the interior of the manor was not as peaceful as it appeared.
After a while, once they've confirmed that the Magic Congress has relaxed its high level of tension, something interesting will probably happen.
If he stayed in New York, the biggest excitement seemed to be at the Magical Congress... but Vader didn't intend to get involved in that.
After a moment, Wade shook his head and said, "Since there is a Prometheus in Washington, and William Stonefield's eldest son seems to be there as well, I still want to go and take a look."
“Besides…” he gave a faint smile, “I have a friend over there too.”
Elsie raised an eyebrow slightly: "When do we depart?"
Wade stopped and turned his gaze to his right.
Over there was a fairly large side hall with two rows of fireplaces along the wall, numbering fifty or sixty in total, from which green flames constantly rose, and wizards hurried back and forth.
Wade said, "Let's do it now."
He didn't have much luggage to pack; he carried all the important things with him.
There are some odds and ends in the hotel room; Vilan can help tidy them up.
Elsie was taken aback: "So fast?"
She then said, “Then come with me… We have a private fireplace at home, which saves us from all that tedious registration and scrutiny in Congress.”
She turned and led Wade through a carpeted corridor. The room at the end of the corridor was furnished like a reception room, with a huge fireplace against the wall and a bowl full of Floo Powder on a stone table next to the fireplace.
Looking at the fireplace, Wade couldn't help but glance at Elsie.
—What happened to the promise that "if members of the Vanderbilt family use the Floo Network to reach the Magical Congress, it will damage the family's image"?
Elsie seemed to have forgotten what she had said not long ago. She raised her fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear, then turned to Vader and asked seriously:
Where is your friend in Washington?
“All we know is that he went to Washington,” Wade said, “but we don’t know which region.”
“Then let’s go to a place where wizards gather first, and then you can ask them about the situation,” Elsie said.
With a flick of his wand, Vader lit the fireplace. Hearing this, he stopped and turned to ask, "Us?"
“Yes!” Elsie winked playfully. “Don’t you already know? With Miss Vanderbilt like me by your side, you can travel freely in many places!”
She grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and sprinkled it into the fireplace.
boom!
The flames in the fireplace instantly turned emerald green, making both of their faces appear greenish.
Elsie turned to the side, smiled at Vader, and then stepped into the flickering green flames without hesitation:
"Washington, D.C., Wizarding Union Club!"
……
"Dragon liver! Fresh Hungarian wood bee dragon liver! The last silver sieco, selling at a loss!"
"Look at this amulet! It can warn against evil thoughts and keep you away from danger!" "Liar! I bought it from you last week, and it didn't react at all when my wife yelled at me!"
"That's because your wife doesn't harbor ill will towards you, it's just the truth! Sir!"
The sounds of hawking, bargaining, arguing, and laughter rose and fell, a chaotic mix of raw energy, while Elsie stood frozen in place.
Stepping out of the Wizarding Union Club building, one is greeted by a natural barrier formed by a ring of tall trees.
Emerging from that dense forest, they felt as if they had stepped into a corner forgotten by time.
Beneath our feet lay soft, slightly muddy ground dotted with wild grass. The air was filled with the smells of earth, burnt sausages, cheap beer, and some strange spice, along with the warm, pungent aroma of hay, livestock, and the people themselves.
Colorful tents stood haphazardly, and the open space was crammed with rough wooden stalls displaying glittering crystal balls, owls with disheveled feathers and dull eyes, and some strangely shaped potion ingredients.
—Among them were even underdeveloped carrots, what appeared to be apple tree branches that had just been broken off, and cactus balls the size of a fist.
The wizards, dressed in costumes that looked like they'd been salvaged from medieval archives, were making a racket, haggling over prices—it was a chaotic open-air market.
Vader looked at Elsie beside him.
The well-traveled Miss Vanderbilt looked astonished, her delicate brows furrowed, and she quickly glanced around, clearly not expecting what she was seeing.
Vader pondered for a moment: "Did we get Floo's destination wrong?"
“That shouldn’t be the case…” Elsie said, puzzled. “We just came from the Wizarding Club… but this place is different from any I’ve seen before…”
Before he could finish speaking, an even louder commotion erupted from the depths of the market.
A group of people dressed in tattered chainmail, carrying wooden sticks and pot lids as shields, rushed past them in a chaotic frenzy, their faces painted with greasepaint, uttering harmless roars:
"For glory! Charge!"
"Crush those Yankees!"
Immediately afterwards, another group of people dressed in ancient wizard robes rushed over from the opposite side, and the two sides quickly engaged in a fierce battle.
The light of the spells shot out in all directions, but they were all pretty but useless magic. The tip of the wand emitted a dazzling beam of light, but it had no destructive power.
However, those struck by the beam appeared to be severely injured, letting out exaggerated screams, and some were even sent flying several meters away.
Many others were engaged in clumsy, haphazard hand-to-hand combat, with wooden sticks banging against the pot lids, producing dull "thump" sounds, and occasionally "blood" would spurt out.
"Card!"
A loud roar suddenly rang out, and Vader looked in the direction from which the sound came, and saw several people sitting together in the middle of the huge tent and stalls.
Some people carried Muggle cameras, some held paper scripts, and others used a "loud voice" spell to shout:
"That was a good take! Everyone, take a ten-minute break!"
Instantly, the two groups that had been fighting to the death just moments before stopped, their ferocious expressions turning into grins:
"Hey, isn't my 'Killing Curse' smoke pretty realistic?"
"Come on, you should see the way I fell down after being cursed. It would definitely be an Oscar-worthy performance!"
"Makeup artist! Quickly touch up my makeup, my sweat has smudged the lipstick!"
"Our filming is finished, how about we grab a couple of drinks tonight? The ale here is really good!"
A noisy crowd surged toward the edge of the arena, where several witches appeared, carrying powder puffs and mirrors. Others huddled together, laughing and commenting on each other's flamboyant performances.
As one of the young soldiers, carrying a scimitar, ran past the two, he glanced back casually, immediately stopped, and exclaimed in delight:
"Elsie! Merlin above, what brings you here?"
(End of this chapter)