allendalepharm Chapter 236 Is this reasonable?
Chapter 236 Is this reasonable?
Chapter 236 Is this reasonable?
call out!
call out!call out!call out!
One after another, figures riding flying broomsticks swiftly passed through the clouds, heading towards the distant Norwegian Sea in the north.
On the vast sea, the icy sea wind howled and lashed against my face, making me shiver.
Lockhart drew his wand and cast a spell on the three young wizards to ward off the cold wind. Looking around, he noticed that many wizards did not actually rely on traditional flying brooms when they went out.
Sometimes you really have to step out of your comfort zone to see different scenery.
Dumbledore rode a Thestral, while Ministry of Magic officials had a huge train pulled by a fire-breathing dragon. Some people even sat openly on flying carpets that the Ministry of Magic prohibited from selling. There were also butterflies-sized fairies blowing bubbles and wrapping around wizards as they flew at seemingly slow but actually extremely fast speeds...
This operation involved most of the Ministry of Magic's members. The attack that appeared in the corridor outside the Ministry of Magic's courtroom and Sirius Black's "stand-in" were undoubtedly a provocation against the Ministry of Magic and a violation of the Statute of Secrets.
We must strike hard!
If Dumbledore hadn't insisted that Fudge arrange for some people to remain at the Ministry of Magic to prevent enemies from taking advantage of the situation and raiding it, Fudge would have dared to send out the entire Ministry of Magic.
But Fudge, true to form, didn't send out all his strongest Aurors; instead, he contacted the magic ministries of various countries, requesting a joint investigation.
Since this involves Muggles, everyone must be extremely careful.
As the FlooNet fireplaces and Portkeys of various Ministries of Magic were activated, more and more wizards began to gather on the Norwegian Sea, speaking all sorts of languages.
It was at this time that Lockhart discovered the advantage of ancient runes—through this language, he could communicate without barriers with most wizards from various countries.
Or rather, most of the wizarding leaders and Ministry of Magic bureaucrats.
Ancient runes are an elective course in all magic schools. It may seem that only a portion of wizards study them, but in reality, anyone who intends to make a difference in their magical field and wants to delve into more knowledge must master ancient runes.
The bureaucrats of the Ministry of Magic, on the other hand, needed to use ancient runes to sign the most important documents. No other language was more suitable for magical documents, as ancient runes themselves contained a certain magic.
As more and more wizards appeared on the sea, wizards from some nearby countries heard the news and came to join in the fun.
With so many wizarding activities taking place in the Muggle world, it was undoubtedly a kind of celebration that broke through the barriers of the past for some people. Some wizards even used this event as a fun social platform, gathering in twos and threes to chat and mingle in the crowd as they sped off towards some corner of the ocean.
For a time, it was quite lively.
suddenly!
"Be careful!"
Someone exclaimed, clinging to the window of the magic carriage, pointing and shouting into the distance.
Not only him, but many people were shouting, drawing everyone's attention.
Suddenly, one long cannonball after another, trailing scorching flames, flew at incredible speed toward the crowd in the sky.
"Is this a Muggle weapon?" Some people were still laughing and joking, thinking that they could easily avoid the impact of this thing by quickly driving their flying brooms, and they didn't care at all.
"I know, it's a missile, a weapon that Muggles are proud of, but it's useless to us wizards!" One wizard seemed to know a little, but not much, and his words were full of contempt.
But the missile doesn't care whether the wizards look down on it or not.
With a maximum speed exceeding Mach 2, the missile was so fast that it arrived in an instant. What had just appeared as a small flying rod in the distance now seemed like the mark left by the Grim Reaper's scythe.
boom!
One of the missiles struck a pumpkin carriage in the sky.
A deafening roar, high-speed spray of shattering debris, a terrifying heatwave, and explosive flames instantly engulfed all the surrounding wizards.
Death appeared before everyone so quickly.
Before the wizards could even react to the attack, missiles suddenly shot up from the depths of the sea, releasing all of their shipborne missiles in an instant.
"Repel them with all your might!"
"Slow down and dampen vibrations!"
"It crashed into the sea!"
"Flocks of birds!"
"..."
Fortunately, there were only a few charlatans in this operation, and the wizard leaders stepped in to prevent the missiles from causing any further casualties.
Lockhart did not make a move.
A giant bubble appeared before them, enveloping and protecting him, Severus, Harry, Grindelwald, and others.
A rapidly flying metal fragment struck the bubble, squeezing it so tightly it was about to burst, narrowly averting a collision.
"A bubble-head charm?" Grindelwald looked at the bubble in front of him with some curiosity, and finally looked at Fudge, the Minister of Magic of England.
Although he didn't change his opinion of this good-for-nothing, nor did he think the magic was particularly powerful, he was curious about how well the Bubble Head Spell could be used.
Fudge gave a somewhat ingratiating smile. "Gidero taught me. He said I'm particularly suited for this magic."
Grindelwald raised an eyebrow and looked at Lockhart with interest.
Lockhart frowned, gazing into the distance. He turned and sighed, "We've fallen for his trap. He doesn't care how many wizards these Muggles can kill, nor does he care about the outcome of this battle. He just wants the Muggles to attack the wizards, and he's waiting for the wizards to attack the Muggles!"
Snape sneered from the side, "Judging from that, he must be very weak right now!"
Lockhart was taken aback. "What do you mean?"
"This isn't something he would do; it's not like him." Snape's voice was full of mockery and disdain. "He only takes advice when he's weak."
Lockhart blinked, then suddenly realized why Dumbledore had such high hopes for Snape, even more so than for Lupin, Kingsley, and McGonagall.
It's not just because Snape can be used as a spy; more importantly, Snape, who was taught the Flight Charm by Voldemort alone, probably really knows Voldemort.
Voldemort's cunning and unpredictable magical abilities are a real headache, and sometimes it really takes those who know him very well to deal with him.
Lockhart's ability to gain Dumbledore's favor and leniency was probably because he also understood Tom very well, especially since he had written such a thick and substantial biography of Tom.
"Who is he?" Fudge was bewildered by their words, looking around to observe the wizards' counterattack after the surprise attack. He suddenly gasped, "Someone wants to instigate a war between wizards and Muggles?!"
Grindelwald watched with a smile, clearly pleased to see this.
If the wizard's internal power cannot be concentrated.
Then let's bring in some external forces. He won't need to painstakingly persuade the entire wizarding world to stand up and guard against increasingly terrifying Muggle technology. These people will spontaneously come together.
The changes brought about by these shipborne missiles will have a profound impact and may even become a turning point for the entire era.
He glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart, who was making a big fuss with Fudge, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
He can see it.
Gilderoy didn't care whether or not a war would break out between Muggles and wizards. He was such an interesting wizard, not on the side of wizards or Muggles, but concerned with the excitement of life and eager for the adventures to come.
Therefore, war is acceptable, as is intense confrontation without war that leads to changes in the social situation, or changes brought about by undercurrents.
Calling him selfish wouldn't be accurate. Lockhart cared deeply about those around him. Grindelwald, when he had Lockhart's knowledge, would never have wanted to start from scratch to teach others the path of magic, as it would have been an incredibly demanding task.
But Lockhart just seemed to enjoy it.
This is unique and very much in line with Lockhart's style, which is to care about everything around him and to see every place as an adventure.
During the time they spent together, Grindelwald came to understand Lockhart's behavioral logic.
What did this young man say again? Oh, it was—"I crave passion!"
So interesting.
But clearly, some people don't crave excitement.
Dumbledore made his move.
He sat atop the towering Thestral, raising the Elder Wand high and chanting ancient runic incantations.
Soon, the sea surged and the waves became turbulent.
These waves came one after another, and soon there were giant waves hundreds of meters high, crashing outwards like a tidal wave.
No matter how huge or how heavy the warship on the sea was, it was lifted high by the increasingly outrageous waves and flung into the air.
Then, the ice and snow instantly froze.
The waves that lifted the warship froze rapidly, forming a massive iceberg. Higher waves crashed in, constantly making the iceberg larger and freezing all the warship's machinery. All the radar, observation mirrors, and other equipment were thickly encased in the magical ice.
For a moment, the entire ocean was unusually noisy.
For a moment, the entire ocean was eerily quiet.
All the wizards stared in disbelief at the scene before them, at how such a majestic iceberg had been miraculously created.
Some wizards can't even cast the Ironclad Charm properly, so watching this scene is practically like witnessing a miracle.
Moody, the retired Auror who had come with them, looked at the tense Scrimgeour with a mocking gaze and chuckled softly, "Now, would you still accuse Dumbledore of secretly building an army?"
"What do you think...?"
"Dumbledore really needs an army to take down the Ministry of Magic?"
Don't ask anymore.
Don't ask anymore.
Scrimgeour was truly desperate. His lips twitched as he couldn't help but recall the "Thunderstorm Mountain Fire" that Gilderoy Lockhart had unleashed before—a scene of such extraordinary power and terrifying terror.
He suddenly felt incredibly small.
Oh shit!
What's wrong with these people? How can they be so awesome?
They're both wizards, so why is the difference between them even greater than the difference between him and a Muggle?
Is this reasonable?
Scrimgeour was in despair at one point.
Then, when he finally spotted Lockhart among the countless figures, he felt even more desperate.
This young man, this newly minted magic master, was actually waving his wand, looking like he was seriously studying.
No? Dude!
You're already this awesome, why are you still learning?
You...
It makes one feel even more hopeless.
Scrimgeour looked up at the scene of Dumbledore casting his spell, watching the entire ocean seem like a basin being shaken by a child, watching the ocean surge and crash against the iceberg, constantly building it up to be bigger and bigger. What made him even more desperate was that he couldn't understand at all how Dumbledore was doing it.
Not to mention studying.
As the saying goes, experts see the details while laymen just watch the show. This wizard, who thought he was an elite, turned out to be a layman.
Unacceptable!
But we had no choice but to accept it!
When he thought Dumbledore was just a bit more awesome, he thought about getting rid of Dumbledore to make the Ministry of Magic great again, and to make the British Ministry of Magic complete the centralization of power before the Magical Congress of the United States, thus catching up with this fierce competition.
But now, he finally realized that the difference between wizards could be so outrageous.
Dumbledore is practically a god!
At this point, he realized that the British Ministry of Magic couldn't do without Dumbledore!
at last……
As the vast expanse of sea completely froze, all the wizards followed Dumbledore down onto the ice and began walking towards the Muggle warship atop the iceberg.
Dumbledore's face was ashen as he looked at the Muggles staring at them in terror from the warships, and at some of them who were drawing their guns without hesitation, and he simply snorted.
The seawater, flowing down the iceberg like a stream, surged upwards like the tide, completely freezing the people inside.
Old Deng, he's angry.
In a corner of the crowd, Grindelwald chuckled, "Look, all that talk about being old, about being tired, doesn't seem like it at all right now. If you ask me, we need a little excitement to keep life passionate."
Lockhart walked to the side with a strange expression, keeping a slight distance, worried that Old Deng might hear and get blood splattered on him.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly had an idea. He looked at Fudge, who was clearly very nervous, and whispered, "You can have someone keep an eye out; there might be more Muggles on the warship."
Fudge's eyes widened suddenly, his gaze sharp. He thanked Lockhart and quickly ran towards Scrimgeour's location.
Soon, the British Ministry of Magic Aurors quickly overtook Dumbledore and charged forward. They could no longer hide behind Dumbledore and wait for the big boss's protection.
Dumbledore has already gone this far; if they still can't forge ahead bravely, then they'll be utterly looked down upon.
By the time everyone boarded the warship, the few scattered battles had ended. Everyone on board was taken to the deck, with Muggles divided into one group and wizards into another.
Yes, there really are wizards!
The bigwigs from the magic ministries of various countries were excited. Some of the forces whose troops had just been attacked by missiles were shouting for these traitors to pay with their lives.
Dumbledore glanced at them indifferently, but ultimately ignored them, turning instead to Sirius Black, who had been brought out.
Sirius Black shook his Elder Wand, and a burst of black smoke suddenly erupted from his body. His previously bewildered eyes cleared, and he excitedly shouted, "Dumbledore!"
Dumbledore patted him on the shoulder, turned to look at the warship and the iceberg below it, and remained silent.
The clarion call of a new era...
The whistle has sounded quietly!
He could foresee the changes that would occur in the wizarding and Muggle worlds.
This is something he absolutely does not want to see.
He knew that this day would inevitably come, but he didn't want that lunatic Voldemort to still be alive, still jumping around, still stirring up trouble when that day came.
Maybe……
It's time to announce to the world—Voldemort is back!
(End of this chapter)