This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1312 Earthworms in the Cement Cracks

With the hostage in hand, Dolokhov seemed even more excited.

He gripped the hostage's throat firmly with one hand, while his other hand, tightly holding the wand, exerted force as if trying to pierce the tip of the wand into his temple.

He looked at the anger and struggle in Arthur's eyes and felt a familiar pleasure.

He enjoyed the process, instilling fear and watching others struggle between morality and survival.

"Put down your wand, I'll count to three."

Arthur gritted his teeth, squatted down, and placed the wand on the ground.

Seeing this, the other employees had no choice but to do as they were told.

The three wands fell to the ground one after another, and Dolokhov's smile became even more sinister.

He could kill the hostages, then kill those Ministry of Magic employees, and slowly torture Arthur and Vincent, making them realize their own insignificance.

Just as his fingers were about to exert force, a thin beam of blue light pierced precisely through his wrist, which was gripping the wand tightly.

It happened so fast that he didn't even feel any pain; he just felt his fingers suddenly become unresponsive.

He didn't realize what had happened until his wand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He had a small, shallow cut on his wrist, which wasn't bleeding and looked like he'd been pricked with a needle.

He stared blankly at his limp hand, then looked at the magic wand on the ground.

There were no incantations, no magical fluctuations, at least no familiar magical fluctuations, but my hand suddenly became unresponsive, as if a muscle or nerve had been severed.

Dolokhov suddenly looked up at the opposite side.

Arthur's and the staff's wands were still on the ground, their faces filled with confusion; clearly, they hadn't done it.

Could it be that……

Dolokhov stared intently at Vincent, who stood there, his hands still bound by those half-broken shackles, looking utterly harmless.

"You..." Dolokhov tightened his grip on the hostage's throat slightly, "Did you do this?"

Vincent shook the shackles on his hands. "Did I do this?"

He turned around and showed Arthur and the others his handcuffed hands.

This rhetorical question instantly enraged Dolokhov. "You little mudblood! You think you've won?"

The hostage's throat was being squeezed tightly, preventing him from making any sound. He could only plead for mercy from Dolokhov and for help from Arthur and the others with his eyes.

Dolokhov didn't even look at the hostage in his hands; he grinned, his smile cruel and insane.

"Little Mudblood, you have no idea what you're fighting against! The power of your master—"

Another thin beam of blue light flashed by, and this time Dolokhov finally saw it clearly. It had appeared out of thin air, shooting straight at Vincent from the air in front of him.

This bizarre scene sent chills down his spine, and even as another hand fell limply to his side, he still couldn't believe it was real.

The rescued hostages collapsed to the ground, and the only sound in the silent corridor was their violent coughing.

“No…impossible…” Dolokhov stared wide-eyed at his hands.

The wounds were exactly the same, like the ones where you were pricked by a needle, even in the same location.

Arthur seized the opportunity to pull the hostage back, and the staff behind him picked up the wands from the ground.

Dolohoff, now wandless and with his hands crippled, may seem harmless, but he is a Death Eater, and no one knows what he might do that is even more insane.

Vincent stood right in the middle of them, and even though he was standing still, no one dared to ignore his presence.

"What have you done!" Dolokhov roared. "This isn't magic! That thing is definitely not magic! What the hell is that?!"

“Are you scared?” Vincent stepped forward.

Although Dolokhov did not retreat, the fleeting panic on his face betrayed his true thoughts.

Vincent took another step forward, a simple action that instantly tensed the atmosphere in the corridor.

"Are you afraid of this?"

A type A ball appeared out of thin air in front of him.

Dolokhov stared intently at the small sphere, its surface gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen.

Is this all there is to it? A tiny gadget that doesn't seem to pose any threat at all?

Vincent's voice ripped through the tense atmosphere, "I thought you Death Eaters were fearless."

Dolokhov's lips trembled. He wanted to refute, to roar, to curse the little mud-breed before him with the most vicious black magic.

But he couldn't do that; all he could do was rush forward recklessly, tearing at the enemy like a wild beast with his last remaining weapon.

The blue light flashed again, this time in two beams, each precisely piercing Dolokhov's knee.

The Ministry of Magic staff behind Arthur gripped their wands tightly, instinctively aiming them at Vincent.

Vincent glanced at them without showing any emotion, then looked down at Dolokhov, who was lying at his feet, and said, "I think I understand your true nature now."

Dolokhov looked up, his eyes filled with anger and a hint of indescribable fear.

The Type A sphere hovered silently in front of Vincent. Everyone knew that the attack just now was not launched by it, which meant that there were more of these invisible spheres around.

“You turn your fear into cruelty toward others, thinking you are in control of everything, including death, but when faced with things that you cannot understand or control, you will be more afraid than anyone else.”

Dolokhov struggled to get up, but it was in vain. His limbs wouldn't obey him, and he could only wriggle on the ground like a large worm.

“You can’t stop the master…” His features were twisted beyond recognition. “You can’t stop the master’s grand plan… The things in the Mysterious Affairs Department are destined to belong to him! Once he gets them… he will definitely kill you all!”

Vincent turned and exchanged a glance with Arthur, whose expression turned extremely ugly.

"What is it from the Bureau of Mysteries?"

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, Dolokhov clenched his teeth and remained silent.

"You diverted everyone's attention from the Ministry of Magic and sneaked in when its defenses were at their weakest, all to take something that was being kept under tight guard by the Department of Mysteries."

Dolokhov's face went from flushed with anger to deathly pale. He looked at Vincent, at the floating metal sphere, and at the shackles on the other's wrists that had clearly become mere decorations. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine.

This person did it on purpose; he deliberately got arrested.

Damn Lucius! How could he not see something so simple? If that good-for-nothing had informed them in time, he wouldn't be like an earthworm stuck in a crack in the cement, completely helpless.

Dolokhov kept his mouth tightly shut; it seemed unlikely that he would be able to get anything out of him.

Vincent ignored him and quickly walked up to Arthur, lowering his voice, "Uncle Arthur, did you destroy that thing?"

Arthur paused for a moment before realizing what he meant. "That thing? You mean the soul—how did you know?"

"Director Scrinker told me."

"Rufus?" Arthur looked incredulous, but didn't dwell on it any longer. "No, we haven't found a chance to destroy it yet."

Vincent's expression immediately turned serious.

Going to such lengths for a Horcrux? This thing is safer in the Ministry of Magic than in Gringotts. The Horcruxes destroyed before didn't leak out. Voldemort's target shouldn't be this.

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