allendalepharm Chapter 355 New Life, Ominous and Rockets
Chapter 355 New Life, Ominous and Rockets
Chapter 355 New Life, Ominous and Rockets
When a Muggle stumbles into the wizarding world and arrives at a house filled with all sorts of strange and bizarre magical items, and is told that he can explore it at will, it becomes a wondrous adventure.
The same reason.
When two wizards arrive at a suite filled with top-notch decor that would be considered top-notch even in the Muggle world, surrounded by various appliances and Muggle amenities, the novel experience is itself a wondrous adventure.
"Fluorescent lights!"
The tips of the two wands emitted tiny points of light, revealing a slightly luxurious interior design.
Imported Italian marble, walnut flooring, wallpaper with silver thread detailing, a custom-made dark green handcrafted sofa, and a tall crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling —
They didn't know where they bumped into anything, but a faint clicking sound startled the two explorers.
"Oh~"
With a gasp, the heavy curtains that blocked out the light slowly opened to both sides, and the warm and charming afternoon sunlight pierced through the thin gauze curtains, illuminating the entire room.
Tonks and Lupin stared in disbelief at the luxurious and exquisite scene before them. As the curtains automatically retracted, the sheer drapes followed, revealing a floor-to-ceiling window that covered the entire wall, seemingly nonexistent, offering a breathtaking view of the outside world.
Those were towering skyscrapers, the wide Thames River dotted with ships, and the bustling city skyline—
Tonks swallowed hard. "Remus, you know what? I've lived in the Muggle world since I was a child, but this—"
Lupin nodded. "I know, me too! When I was very young, I had to live in a cellar, and my only companion was a crystal radio. I was exposed to quite a lot of Muggle things. But these—"
Automatic curtains?
Wow, this is far beyond what these two people can comprehend.
This is magical, oh no, I should say this is Muggle technology.
The two then began to explore the nearly 200-square-meter mansion as if they were children with a toy, occasionally letting out exclamations of surprise.
Integrated concealed audio system —
Central temperature control —
Water Shadow Lamp —
The wealthy of this era have not yet fully embraced the era of high-end residences dominated by minimalism or Scandinavian style. At that time, postmodernism was transitioning to modernism, and decoration still tended to be "complex, expensive, and ostentatious," filled with a large number of historical symbols and the flaunting of handcraftsmanship.
The two explored their way to the bathroom, where they accidentally turned on the shower next to a huge jacuzzi and got soaked. They exclaimed in surprise and laughed at each other's disheveled state, casting drying spells on each other before sitting on a pink relaxation mat by the bathroom's floor-to-ceiling window and looking out at the world.
It suddenly became quiet.
The two of them huddled in the corner, staring blankly at the world outside.
"Beauxbatons has a subject that Hogwarts doesn't have."
Lupin said with deep emotion, "Modern mysticism, Gilderoy said, is a discipline that wizards consider mysterious to Muggles." I've always found it strange, until now I suddenly understand.
Tonks agreed wholeheartedly. "When I was at Hogwarts, I was the Chaser on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and I always thought it was amazing that witches flew on broomsticks. That is, until one summer when my parents took me on a plane to see the Kent Band perform."
She gestured with her hands in amazement, "Of course, airplanes can't fly freely like brooms, but the experience is completely different, it's truly amazing!"
Lupin was a little embarrassed; he had never been on an airplane before.
Tonks clearly sensed this; she had previously gleaned some information about the other man from her mentor and friend, Mad-Eye Moody. So, with a smile, she said, "Hey, how about we go on a plane together sometime?"
Lupin stared at her blankly, but was quickly infected by her cheerful smile, and a smile also bloomed on his face. He nodded.
good!"
Just then, some noises came from outside.
The two immediately stood up alertly. They were the only residents on this floor, and the building's elevator system restricted access to certain floors, preventing outsiders from freely entering the residential area.
They exchanged a shushing gesture, drew their wands in unison, and tiptoed toward the door.
The person who came was Sirius Black.
Behind him were Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the three young wizards holding wands and controlling the unconscious Severus Snape floating around them.
"Oh, Remus, you're here too."
Sirius was somewhat surprised and gestured to the key in his hand, "I can't find room number 3, damn it, I've tried several doors, but none of them will open!"
"I know, we just saw it." Tonks glanced curiously at the floating Snape and gestured towards the end of the corridor by the door, "It's around that corner."
So she simply led the group over there, and Lupin gestured curiously to Snape.
Sirius scratched his head in frustration. "I have to take care of this guy, don't I? Hah, I actually have to take care of this guy!"
He was full of frustration and helplessness. "I didn't want anyone to see me carrying him here, so I asked Harry to help with the Invisibility Cloak, and then the rest of them came."
"Damn it, I need to talk to Gilderoy and get him to let Kreacher come over. Only Kreacher knows how to take care of people. I can't even take care of myself."
Soon, amidst gasps of surprise, another exquisitely designed room, brimming with Muggle technology, was opened.
This house doesn't have electric curtains, and the decor leans more towards the elaborate and exquisite Victorian style. Even the large refrigerator next to the bar was specially customized in a classic style.
Tonks quickly found the master bedroom, pulled back the curtains and blankets, and called to the young wizards to settle Snape in.
Sirius stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the door, silently watching the scene unfold.
He took a deep breath and said in a low voice to Lupin beside him, "Peter has escaped from prison."
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Peter, Peter Petitback.
Little Star prefers to be called by his middle name, which comes from a famous wizard of his ancestors, even though that wizard didn't actually have many glorious deeds.
"You know how dangerous he is. I've never underestimated this coward!" Sirius said bitterly, but remained extremely vigilant.
Do you really think Peter Pettigrew is just a sidekick in the Marauders quartet?
How is that possible!
He was able to master Animagus during his student days, participate in the invention of the magical artifact Marauder's Map, and a few years after graduation, he could blow up an entire street with a single spell. He hid under Dumbledore's nose for more than a decade, and was someone who looked down on because of Dumbledore's cowardly nature.
You'll only suffer losses.
What Sirius Black didn't know was that Peter Pettigrew, during his time in hiding, somehow managed to obtain and guard Voldemort's wand, and was also capable of orchestrating a powerful resurrection ritual to bring Voldemort back to life.
This is no ordinary wizard's ability.
It is said that the most mysterious number in the wizarding world is 7, but in the understanding of ancient pure-blood families, there has always been a saying of "4", which is the mysterious combination of a group of four.
One of the four will inevitably become a powerful and dangerous individual who succumbs to darkness.
For example, Slytherin, the founder of Hogwarts School.
But the most dangerous are never the dangerous ones, but the hidden, unexpected heroes.
Warriors are typically portrayed as upright and imposing figures, and the title "Hidden Warrior" is used to describe these unconventional warriors in their unique and unexpected state.
An unexpected event means something that happens suddenly and catches someone off guard.
"This is not an assassin." An assassin represents a normalized pattern of behavior, while an accident is a sudden act of bravery, and does not specifically refer to positive or negative behavior.
Peter Pettigrew is such a character.
After adopting Harry Potter, Sirius Black began teaching these family traditions and shared this part of the knowledge with Harry Potter.
He had analyzed for Harry that the four who naturally appeared in the first year, Neville Longbottom should be such a character, and Neville was unexpectedly kicked out of the group because another hidden "unexpected hero" appeared and took his place—the soul in Harry's head, Voldemort who appeared quietly, and Tom Riddle in the Horcrux in the diary.
It's difficult to say for sure, because neither Sirius nor Harry could grasp the full picture of the facts.
But the general idea is probably correct.
Therefore, Sirius Black would naturally not underestimate Peter Pettigrew.
"I admit it was my fault for changing the Keeper of the Faithful Charm!" Sirius's voice was full of suppressed emotion. "But he's clearly capable, I know that. Even if the Dark Lord threatens him, he always finds a way!"
"He always likes to play the victim, to gain others' sympathy, pity, and contempt—"
"But!" Sirius clenched his fist tightly. "He knows perfectly well that James is most susceptible to this, that he'll tolerate everything about him like a brother, protect all his weaknesses, and always stand in front of him!"
"He betrayed the only people who cared about him! He deserves to die!"
Sirius's biggest regret from the magical adventure a few days ago was that he couldn't kill Peter Pettigrew in Azkaban. He wandered the dark corners of the prison, facing the Death Eaters searching for him, but he couldn't find that damned rat no matter what he did.
This rat always makes people subconsciously overlook its existence.
It was Mundungus Fletcher, the most well-informed member of the Order of the Phoenix, who brought news that Peter Pettigrew had appeared in Knockturn Alley.
The first thing these Death Eaters did after being released from prison was to find a suitable wand, and Knockturn Alley was their primary source of such a weapon.
Lupin was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips. "What do you plan to do?"
"Curse him!" Sirius's lips curled into a sneer. "Ominous signs always lurk in the shadows, but this rat just happens to love staying in dark corners. He'll have to experience the horror of omens."
Perhaps Peter Pettigrew escaping from prison isn't such a bad thing.
At least he had a chance to kill this guy!
After settling Snape in, Sirius dismissed the children. The Duel Club was now in a completely stable headquarters, and Harry and his friends shouldn't be absent; they should be actively involved, instead of hanging out with the boring adults.
After Lupin and Tonks left, Sirius closed the door, walked to Snape's bedside, looked down at him for a while, muttered something, and then dragged his tired body to the living room, where he plopped down on a single leather sofa.
The bright hall quickly became dark.
Despite the bright light and warm afternoon sun, the lobby always felt strangely cold and restless.
It was a kind of spiritual darkness, not the coldness of a black wizard's style, but the desolation of mysticism.
In the darkness, a large black dog slowly emerged, wagging its tail, its footsteps pattering as it walked towards the end of the shadows.
Within this wondrous magical power, space seemed to lose its meaning.
It must be said that in exploring the ominous realm of magic, Sirius was deeply influenced by Lockhart, and his spellcasting faintly carried traces of Lockhart's Sea of Spirits.
Unlike Lockhart, however, he could not sense the true spiritual state, nor could he directly glimpse the real-world life where the spiritual resides.
In the endless darkness, he could only see the ominous shadow of a black dog reflected in his eyes, quietly enveloping the rat he so loathed.
The fireplace flames burned, their warmth still lingering, while on the other side of the world, it was already night here.
"Find those Purgers; this is the task the Dark Lord gave us!"
Bella's state was quite unique. When she was not aggressive, she appeared perfectly normal, and one could even sense the inherent elegance and nobility of the Blake family.
"Are we going to cooperate with these people who are conducting a new era of witch hunts?"
There were many figures in front of the fireplace. The one who raised the question was Pierce Sinkness. The person who would ask such a question instead of directly carrying out the Dark Lord's orders was obviously not a Death Eater, but a newly joined follower.
Pierce was the highest-ranking of these new followers, serving as the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement, the most powerful of the seven divisions of the British Ministry of Magic. He played a significant role in Voldemort's mission to rescue the Death Eaters from Azkaban.
Of course, his official position was indeed somewhat awkward.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement comprises three main agencies: the Wizengamor Administration, the Auror Command, and several offices representing the power of pure-blood families, including the Office for the Prohibition of the Abuse of Magic.
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All three are his subordinates, and he cannot command any of them.
So this newly appointed, ambitious director quickly sided with Voldemort.
His initial choice to seek refuge with was Gellert Grindelwald, but the bigwig didn't think much of him.
"Of course it's not a collaboration!"
Bella's gaze sharpened. "Cooperating with the Purifiers at this time will only push us to the opposite side of the three great wizards, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Lockhart, and will only make the Dark Lord face their wrath directly."
"The Purgers—"
"It just works really well!"
"At certain necessary moments!"
The atmosphere immediately became lively, and many people joined the discussion.
In the corner, Peter Pettigrew shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine and was filled with unease.
Trust your keen intuition.
This rat, which is extremely sensitive to any sign of danger, remained vigilant.
However, no matter how he observed his surroundings, no matter how much he pondered about himself, he could not find the source of his unease.
He seemed to completely ignore the distorted shadow cast on the wall by the fireplace light, which was not his figure, but a huge black dog.
The black dog stared at him intently, its tail swaying gently.
Upon arriving at this secret hideout, Peter Pettigrew's mission was to control the house's original owner and cast a spell to conceal any trace of his activities there.
He was good at this; it was one of the "useful" abilities he touted when swearing allegiance to Voldemort.
So he was assigned this task during the group's activities.
He did a great job.
However, he didn't notice that his magic had a slight flaw; a Muggle listening device was still working quietly beneath the sofa where he was sitting.
All the information they discussed in this secret outpost was rapidly transmitted via invisible electromagnetic signals to an intelligence lab within a Muggle military.
When they finished their conversation and decided to take action to leave the base, a detailed report was placed on the desk of the head of the intelligence department.
The leader looked down at the documents, checked the audio tape again, nodded, and gestured to the subordinate who brought the information to the medicine on the table.
"Drink it, and you'll forget about it; this is a necessary secret."
The subordinate clearly knew that all contacts involving mysterious events required this procedure. He bowed, solemnly picked up the medicine bottle, opened it, gulped it down, and walked towards the door after being checked by his secretary.
He will soon forget about this classified incident.
Bang!
The office door closed, and the secretary turned around and went to the desk.
The leader, with a cigar dangling from his lips, stared intently at the contents of the document, silently muttering the names of the wizards mentioned within.
He dared not say it aloud, for it was said that wizards possessed the ability to sense true names, and that would expose their presence.
He quickly reviewed all the contents, closed the document, placed it on the table, remained silent for a moment, then pushed it in front of his secretary, "Print it out, erase the necessary parts, and submit it to MI6 (British)."
The secretary nodded without speaking; she knew her boss hadn't finished giving instructions.
"Make another complete copy and try to get it to the Kremlin."
The secretary remained silent, only indicating that she had remembered the instructions.
"Phew~"
In the dimly lit office, the cigar butt glowed with a glaring orange-red light, the smoke obscuring the boss's gloomy gaze.
All that remained was a barely perceptible, subtle irritation: "These damned wizards, how dare they use us, the Purifiers? They want us to go and die?"
His lips curled into a wide grin, revealing teeth that were yellowed from nicotine, and a chilling aura emanated from them.
He slowly raised his head, looking at the secretary with a cold smile, "Do you think the wizard's Ironclad Charm can withstand a 12.7mm armor-piercing bullet?"
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The secretary smiled slightly, "When wizards are no longer mysterious, their bodies are weaker than any soldier's."
"Ha~"
The leader tapped the documents on the table heavily with his fingers. "Find some mercenaries who have nothing to do with us, and let these damned wizards experience the power of firearms firsthand. Let them learn to respect them!"
The secretary clearly liked the arrangement; she bowed and picked up the documents from the table.
"etc!"
The boss stopped her, hesitated for a moment, and then ordered, "If you can capture some wizards, remember to send them to Laboratory 3 in Luxembourg. They have no connection with us there, so even if there are problems, they won't be able to trace it back to us."
Laboratory No. 3 is not a third laboratory, but rather a metaphor for all the laboratories in Project No. 3 of the Purge organization.
This project primarily studies the power of the Silent Ones.
This is a power that contemporary wizards have begun to disregard, but the Purifiers have accumulated decades of research data on it.
It's important to know that the Purifiers are not a Muggle organization. They are essentially descendants of wizards who, after gradually reorganizing in the chaotic Americas, eventually became a force primarily composed of Squibs.
They possess magic; they can see magical creatures and buildings that Muggles cannot see, and they are not affected by Muggle banishment spells.
Most importantly, through generations of deliberate selection and active marriage with Muggles, their magical reflexes are now lower than those of ordinary wizard Squibs.
In other words, in the eyes of wizards, they look just like Muggles, with no difference whatsoever.
Even if they themselves consider themselves Muggles.
But having magical blood is one thing, and there will always be some ambitious people who try to find a breakthrough in this area. The chaos that Grindelwald created in America using the Obscurials decades ago came into their view and was quickly taken seriously.
Wizards suppress their magic, daring not to reveal it, which leads to the birth of Obscurials, who become the Obscurials. This clearly points to a possible path for those with special bloodlines, such as the Purgers.
This is one of the countless experimental directions of the purgers.
In recent years, the Purifiers have suddenly come under the scrutiny of the wizards and have been severely cracked down on. They are finding it increasingly difficult to survive in the cracks, and for some reason, they have suddenly sensed the possibility of Project 3.
It's a very subtle feeling.
It's as if their mindset changed, and then that possibility arose.
The world of magic is always so wondrous and bizarre.
Of course, if they had the opportunity to access Gilderoy Lockhart's magical theories, perhaps they could figure this out.
But regardless, now that Project No. 3 has become a possibility, we must find a way to push it forward.
"Maybe these damned wizards can be of some help!" he muttered to himself, knowing how different the wizarding community he was dealing with this time was from the ones he had faced before.
Death Eaters?
These people are very powerful, but their methods are incredibly low.
The methods used by the so-called Dark Lord Voldemort were, in the eyes of the Purifiers, so clumsy and lacking in any skill.
The Purgers had several groups that were deliberately split up into unrelated organizations around the world. They had a conversation on a secret internet forum, where they deduced the actions of this so-called Dark Lord and unanimously concluded that he was performing poorly.
For example, he pointed out on the forum that any action against a group must push the opposing group to show an unacceptable side; to destroy it, you must drive it mad.
If wizards don't experience the horrors of Muggles and create fear and chaos in society, how can they occupy the moral high ground? How can they convince people that Muggles cannot have the terrifying benefits of Muggle wizards, and that it is essential for wizards to remain pure-blooded?
Conversely, if Muggles don't truly experience the horror of wizards, how can they genuinely accept that they need the help of the Purifiers, an organization that understands the wizarding community so well? And how can they recognize that the Purifiers are on their side?
This is the way out for the purgers.
The key and opportunity to solve the problems of our time lies in this foolish black devil.
Hey~
He sneered, "It would be very interesting if these dark wizards could actually withstand armor-piercing rounds."
Can it be blocked?
The Death Eaters are in a precarious situation, stemming from the precarious position of their leader, the Dark Lord.
They can no longer brazenly proclaim their death threats, like rats in a sewer.
As a result, Peter Pettigrew, who possessed the ability to conceal his tracks, became increasingly important to the team.
Peter Pettigrew did a great job.
People are increasingly trusting this somewhat timid person.
until----
An unexpected event occurred.
"Safe!" After Little Star detected a restaurant, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were all desperately in need of a hot soup after arriving in this damned, perpetually cold country to carry out their mission.
However, none of them noticed the worry on Peter Pettigrew's face.
The feeling of unease is growing stronger!
No matter how cautious he was, this unease grew stronger and stronger.
It was as if an ominous cloud was tightly shrouding him.
"Oh~~~"
After taking a sip of the delicious mushroom soup, Labastan Lestrange felt incredibly refreshed and let out a sigh of delight.
Then he suddenly widened his eyes and stared intently at the strange thing flying rapidly towards him outside the window, trailing thick smoke.
Extremely fast!
It was so fast that there was no time to react or even to exclaim in surprise.
huh~
Boom!
The rockets fired from the individual rocket launcher are incredibly popular with mercenaries; their convenience and power make them a work of art in the eyes of anyone who admires violence.
With a deafening roar, the restaurant where the strangely dressed people had entered exploded instantly, sending debris flying everywhere and dust billowing into the air.
Amidst the smoke and dust, a large black dog could be vaguely seen laughing wildly, and the ominous aura grew stronger.