Chapter 609: Before the War
"Crack!"
The flash light was on, and a photo slowly emerged from the top of the camera. He pinched the photo and looked at it. The person in the photo was not exactly the same as the penguin in front of him, but completely different, which made him a little more confused. ——The penguin is not frozen, surrounded by fat penguins with packages in their mouths, they are huddled together, each with a cute luggage on its back, and the penguin in the center is wearing a suit Outing clothing, as if you are choosing a place you have never been to for adventure.
Ogden felt a chill coming from his fingertips, and the fine frost was spreading upwards along his nails. He put the camera back into the penguin's arms, held the photo for a while, put it in his pocket, and turned to Feng Feng. Walk to the ice blocks that live in the forest.
Time passed by, and he tried his best to attack the ice block in front of him, but this huge ice wall remained motionless like a silent penguin. Finally, after his arms became sore from waving his wand, He fell silent, sat on the ground, and fell silent against the ice wall.
Almost all the trees in the forest fell down, but the ice sculptures that were indispensable to the trees filled their gaps. He punched hard on the ice, and the hot blood flowed from the edge of the fist, which soon became icy cold. Ogden didn't even have the strength to curse people. He still didn't know what the next battle he was going to participate in, but such a large number of elites fell in the first round.
The Second Salem Remnant? Dark wizard?
Ogden laughed at himself, he had never seen such a determined dark wizard who looked down on death like this.
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The silent Aurors gathered quickly in Berlin, and the small neighborhood could hardly accommodate them who were clearly divided. Berlin at night was as bright as day under the magical lighting.
They exchanged the information they had heard loudly, guessing who the enemy in the center of the city was, and did not shy away from the Muggles around them, as if they did not exist at all.
The citizens of Berlin stood on the corners of the surrounding streets, watching numbly the familiar houses being torn down one by one. No one stepped forward to stop them. The woman covered the eyes of the child, and the old man leaned in the arms of his wife. Many years ago, When the man who was good at speaking stood in the center of Berlin for the first time, they had already accepted the fate of Ren Jiayuan being manipulated by others.
This group of residents who have lived in the city for generations are like tourists who do not belong here at all, allowing outsiders to paint their homes with colors that do not belong here. They seem to be just appendages of this city, and a proud Ong's interlopers will not only own the city, but become masters of their fate.
When the crazy warmongers left, Berlin was left with nothing but chicken feathers. The industrialized modern city seemed to be a boring joke. Berlin, where only old, weak, women and children were left, was more like a weak city-state in ancient Greece. His thoughts were shattered by the ruthless crushing again and again. Some people who had other thoughts died, and some escaped.
Even so, few of the remaining residents choose to leave. This city that has long lost its future may still have a little luck, hoping that one day, the owners who come and go will forget this dilapidated place, or maybe they are Afraid, afraid that there is no place for them in the increasingly unfamiliar world outside.
Before the war began, fanatical ideas and war horns invaded here. Those young people who were encouraged by words became slaves to ambition, and eventually died outside, leaving only a mess. A possible bright future after the war It has become the belief that the remaining people insist on, but after the war, they did not wait for the so-called peace. Instead, the jackals that followed made Berlin a mess—the Muggles in Berlin may be the most powerful people in this world. The most special thing is that they did not see the olive branch thrown by the wizard in the newspaper like the British did, and they did not accept the existence of magic under the shock of a shocking and terrible secret when they woke up like the Americans—their first encounter with magic. A contact is passive, when the civilians who are still shrouded in the shadow of the war wake up in a frightening nightmare, their busiest streets have been occupied by black wizards exiled by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and they are also forced from the civilians of the defeated country They have accepted the new identity-wizard items, and even the status of "slaves" has a question mark. The slaves of wizards are more small creatures that can magic. They seem to be just money-losing goods that waste rations.
Their eyes stared blankly at the remnants of the wall in the distance, at the giant standing in the middle of the city, at the wizards who suddenly appeared in groups on the street, and at the "true" city before. There is no difference between "Master" coming and going, they don't even know, which one of these teams will their next master be?
"Is it full of people? Why are there only so few people so far?"
Seeing that there were many fewer Aurors than expected, the old wizard irritatedly walked to the crowd and urged, "Bojin Burke sent the battle situation in the city."
It’s hard to imagine that such a scene of chattering like a bargain in a vegetable market is a group of high-ranking wizards discussing the general trend of the world. The content is nothing more than a conflict of who will find the way and who will go first. The excessively noisy voice makes the old wizard feel headache Cracking, he rubbed his temples vigorously, waiting for the people in front of him to calm down.
They quickly stopped discussing and looked at him.
"Those Muggles are stronger than we expected," the old wizard said with a serious expression, "The weapon called 'Preacher' is already very mature, and the Muggles wearing it can play a harmonious role when they cooperate with each other." The strength of the Auror team is similar, but fortunately, the Prussian dark wizards have figured out their weaknesses for us."
"What's going on?" Someone asked anxiously, "What happened inside?"
"Let me explain briefly," the old wizard cleared his throat and spoke quickly, "Two days ago Nelson Williams left the British Ministry of Magic and brought that Alastor Moody to Berlin. According to the news received from the British pure-blood wizard, he disguised himself as an antique collector named Igor Karkaroff through transfiguration, and obviously had an extremely deep understanding of Borgin Bock, and he knew Bock is good at making and driving ghosts, so he deliberately revealed the news that he owns the resurrection stone, one of the Deathly Hallows. After gaining Bock's trust, he entered his treasury and stole a piece that can be used to increase the Imperius Curse and Confusion cursed black magic props."
"dark magic……"
"Yes, he then used the false news that the Resurrection Stone had fallen into the hands of Borgin Bock to lure almost all Prussian black wizards to Berlin, gathered in the streets around Borgin Bock's stronghold, and used something we don't know This kind of mind-affecting magic incited the black wizards to attack Borgin Bock and kill each other among them," the old wizard's expression became serious, "I didn't expect this young man to have such a terrible and insidious strategy , His plot must be serious... Sure enough, the Alastor Moody he brought disappeared after he entered Borgin Burk's treasure house. The magical Muggle touched the center of the battlefield, and his plan should be to let the dark wizards consume themselves, and finally use the troops that had been ambushed to wipe them all out, and he did exactly that."
As soon as the old wizard's words fell, a series of gasping voices sounded around him, gathering black wizards who could be said to be the size of a country together to kill them, what kind of crazy people would have to come up with this plan, What's even more frightening is that he achieved his goal by using only one magic and the psychology of one key person. If the International Federation of Wizards had arrived a day later, if the two wounded had not been found and attracted Dumbledore, he would have died by now. Got it.
"Why did he come here?" Someone asked, "What he is doing now does not seem to conflict with our plan, and it can even be regarded as helping us."
"Based on the current information, it seems to be related to Ludwig Kant, a friend he met in the Triwizard Tournament, who died in England a month ago." The old wizard pondered for a moment, and said, "This Luther Vig Kant voluntarily asked to go to Prussia after entering the German Ministry of Magic last year. According to the director of the Auror Office of the German Ministry of Magic, he has long been in collusion with the dark wizards here, and often wrote letters attacking his superiors and colleagues. After Sigmund became the principal, Armstrong has always valued the teaching of black magic, and even set off an upsurge of admiration for Grindelwald. I am afraid that this talented young man has gone astray under the influence of Grindelwald , so it is very easy to chat with Williams, an ambitious man."
"This...is really scary, but fortunately we discovered it early," a voice exclaimed from the crowd, "It seems that he really wants to use Muggles to subvert the existing world system as we had previously guessed. , so that it is much easier and much greater power to obtain through shortcuts than in the wizarding world."
"I don't know exactly what he thinks," the old wizard shook his head, looking at Alexander with a stern look in his eyes, "it's just that he has such a powerful force, such a brutal character, and such a deep hidden power, if he doesn't get rid of it as soon as possible. Pulling it out, I am afraid it will become a disaster for the world, and Muggles, as the object of his use, will inevitably suffer even greater disasters."
"Yeah, as a member of the International Federation of Wizards, I have to stop him."
"So I'm asking you now, where are our people?!" The old wizard interrupted the righteous speech in the crowd. He passed the information to the people around him and growled dissatisfiedly, "Didn't you discover his secret stronghold before?" ? There is no news of the stronghold now, why is there no news of our people?!"
"The missing people were all sent to destroy that stronghold," the wizard in charge said hastily, "We have rushed to make a lot of door keys to ensure that they will all arrive there at the same time. According to our investigation Judging from the information available, the defense there is very lax, mainly non-combatants and Muggles. Even if Muggles have weapons similar to those inside, they can't last long. Counting time, it should be over now. I guess they It will be here soon enough that you will be ready to order the attack."
"Let me ask a question, what is the strength of Nelson Williams? Can we ensure that he is successfully captured?"
"I have good news here. His most likely reinforcement, his best friend Tom Riddle, is accompanying his sister at St. Mungo's Hospital because of his sister's attack," someone said, "and with Dumbledore here, it should be is that OK……"
"The problem now is that Bogin Burke's intelligence specifically stated that Dumbledore did not join the battle, probably because his students—"
"Albus is a person who understands right and wrong, even if there is dissatisfaction in his heart, he will understand." The old wizard interrupted the speculation about Dumbledore and made a conclusion.
"That's good, but I just heard that Williams holds the Deathly Hallows..." The discussion about Nelson's combat power resumed.
"It's the Resurrection Stone, one of the Deathly Hallows. According to the description, if it's not a wizard who is good at using corpses or playing with souls, I'm afraid it won't have much combat power."
"But this is something in legends after all."
"The Elder Wand may also be in his hand." The voice in the corner of the crowd was like thunder, making everyone silent. They stepped aside, exposing the German wizard to everyone's eyes, "Many years ago , I heard a gossip that the Elder Wand was in the hands of Gregorovich, a famous wand maker in our country, but soon there was new news that it was stolen, and it happened to be Grinder The period when Waugh was dismissed by Durmstrang."
"So it might be in Grindelwald's hands?"
"Yes, this is the latest and most convincing news. Our informant in Nurmengard sent a message that Grindelwald changed his wand about four or five years ago. The Elder Wand was handed over to Williams." The German wizard lifted his robe, revealing the logo of the Deathly Hallows. "This is not a symbol of a saint, but a token of deathly Hallows chasers. I am more concerned about this news. Last year's At this time, the carriage of the British Potter family was attacked in Bari. Their lineage can be traced back to the Peverill brothers, who are most likely the holders of the Invisibility Cloak. At that time, Williams was also brewing in Paris. A plot to overturn the secrecy law, I didn't connect them before, but now..."
He spread his hands, shrugged his shoulders, and showed a "you know" expression, and the atmosphere in the crowd visibly tensed up.
"It's just a legend," the old wizard woke them up again. "What are you afraid of? Maybe it was made up by Grindelwald. Besides, we have dozens of times their strength. Just wait for those who clear the stronghold—" —”
Before he could finish his words, a cold wave swept from a distance. The wizards were confused and raised their arms to resist. When the cold wave passed, their bodies were already covered by a layer of frost.
The old wizard's eyes stayed in the distance, a huge ice sculpture that seemed to be able to pick up the stars stood in the outskirts of the city, his expression became angry, his hooked nose almost stuck to the face of the wizard who was in charge of destroying the stronghold, suppressing Angry, he roared: "The stronghold you mentioned, isn't it right there?"
The sorcerer was obviously petrified, biting his lips, unable to utter a word.
Almost at the same time, the raging light in Alexander's eyes was extinguished, and the silence in the city could no longer stir up a wave.
Its head slowly turned to the direction of the outskirts of the city, stopped on the ice sculpture penguin for a few seconds, lowered its head, the red light from its one-eyed eyes was like a spotlight, lighting up the street where the International Federation of Wizards is located, and driving out other spectrums out.
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"Put me here, Johnny."
Even if separated by a distance of one city, Joseph was enough to see the huge Alexander's gaze towards the forest. He turned his head to look at the Aurors who were searching over the field, and patted his friend on the shoulder, "My lord needs his battle robe... We have already dragged him down too much, I am not like you, I have nothing against my mother, she is a Muggle who can only cook, my mother told me since I was a child, no matter how ordinary my life is, there are still shining moments... I think that moment should be now, the rest of the way, you have to go by yourself, my brother."