Chapter 437 Grindelwald's Paper Plane

In the early morning, Wade opened the window, and the cold air outside rushed in, dispelling the foul smell that had been stuffy in the room all night.

He looked up at the sky and saw some faint stars hanging in the sky. The mountains in the distance were hidden in the darkness, and only the outline of the snow on the top of the mountain could be vaguely seen reflecting the starlight.

The witch party chose to act very early this time. It was still two hours before dawn. Candles were lit in each room of the castle one by one, and there were sounds of walking in the corridor.

Hogwarts had been in school for two days, but at this early time, probably only the house elves started to prepare breakfast, and the students must still be intoxicated in their dreams.

Wade sighed softly and suddenly missed school life a little.

Accompanied by the scent of burning pine wood in the bedroom, Wade washed and dressed, put on a cloak that made it difficult to see his face, and then hung several anti-curse items he had made in his spare time on his body.

Looking back, he saw the magic books that filled the bookshelves.

Because of the language barrier, Wade, who had just started learning German, read very slowly. He only glanced at the catalog and then chose the books he was most interested in to read carefully.

But Wade did not give up on other books. Instead, he copied them all with the Copying Charm. He also cast the Traceless Extension Charm on the pockets of his clothes and stuffed all the copied books in.

This trip was an opportunity to escape. Even if the Adler Manor had an anti-Apparition Charm, Wade could first turn into a peregrine falcon to escape the spell range, and then Apparition to escape.

The key was to get out of Grindelwald's sight.

Wade had basically seen what level the Witch Party was at. Unlike the legendary invincible and ruthless dark wizard army, most of the current Witch Party were actually similar to those wizards in the Ministry of Magic.

In short, more than half of the people were relearning the Ironclad Charm recently, and three-quarters of the people were just whispering the silent spells. When many people were running and throwing spells, whether they hit or not depended on luck.

Compared with the Ministry of Magic, these people have the advantage of being able to use black magic with great lethality without hesitation, and the injuries caused by this kind of spell are often difficult to heal.

And fighting is the best catalyst. From the video, the level of black wizards is basically improving rapidly.

But at their current level, most people have neither the awareness nor the equal strength to stop a small peregrine falcon in a chaotic battlefield.

In fact, the days in the castle can be considered pleasant, but Wade has never been out of touch with his parents for such a long time, and they must have been very worried.

And to learn magic, the library of Hogwarts is more friendly to him. At least he doesn't need to look up the dictionary frequently, nor does he need to ask people for grammar, and he doesn't need to worry about mispronouncing words and causing danger, so he dare not try new spells easily.

The wizard who was almost trampled to death by the cow has been reminding Wade how dangerous it is to use the wrong spell.

When he walked out of the door, the bedroom was still in its usual state-there were unfinished notes on the table, and two sets of clothes were hung by the bed.

If he can't find a chance to escape this time... Weed can still pretend that nothing has happened and continue to maintain the current harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

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The morning mist was thick, and a thin branch was broken by a black boot, making a slight crackling sound.

Then, a thick snake followed behind, crawling through dead branches and leaves and snow, making a rustling sound.

The wizard in a gray cloak almost merged with the mist. He trudged along the rugged forest path in the dark woods.

Finally, he stopped on the hillside, pulled out his wand and waved it gently. The thick mist surrounded him, making his figure blurred, and finally almost merged with the surrounding environment.

The wizard tapped the stump next to him with his wand, turning it into a tall, soft seat, and then lifted his cloak to reveal a baby with a snake face.

The baby hugged the wizard's neck with his thin arms, and was placed on a chair of the same height as the wizard. Several flames appeared next to him, making the surroundings warm.

The big snake liked this temperature very much. It climbed up around the chair, and finally put its head on the armrest, spitting out its tongue gently.

"Master." The wizard lowered his head and said, "The Muggle's manor is at the bottom of the hill."

The baby opened his slender eyes, revealing blood-red pupils. Its soft and weak hands rested on its belly, and one of its hands held a wand that was almost as long as its body.

"Wait." The baby said in a cold and sharp voice, "We may be able to see a good show today."

"Yes."

The wizard turned his head, and under the cloak was a pale and thin face, with light yellow hair hanging on his forehead and freckles on his face. He looked to be in his thirties, but his appearance was still feminine and beautiful.

"How is your father recently? Is he still looking for you, Barty?"

The baby-that is, Voldemort asked softly.

This sounded like a normal topic of greeting, but when he said it, it carried an indescribable danger.

When Barty Crouch Jr. heard that man, he unconsciously showed a look of disgust on his face, frowned and said: "No, he has returned to work and has been very busy recently-"

After a pause, he said: "But I don't think he will completely forget me. That man is as stubborn as a rock. If you need me, I am willing to kill him at any time!"

"No," said the baby Voldemort comfortably. "He is still useful to us, and it's just right to maintain this state. The mantra in the brain hall is very successful, so don't worry that he will expose us."

Batty Crouch, a little boy, looked at the snake-faced baby beside him with admiration and whispered: "It is said that even the silent people in the Department of Mystery Affairs dare not use the brain hall to change the consciousness of the wizard group, but you know how to use it. …If Grindelwald had also been as knowledgeable and fearless as you, maybe he would not have failed again and again.”

Baby Voldemort laughed and said, "Grindelwald's career was built on the Muggle's battle. When the Muggle government that he joined forces with failed, his career inevitably ended - even the brain hall. There is no way to change."

The manor in the distance was very quiet at this time, looking like a static painting. The waiting time was too boring, and baby Voldemort didn't mind saying a few more words to his most loyal subordinates.

"You know, Barty, I worked at the Bojin-Bok store when I was young. Although it was not a decent job, I could get in touch with many hidden, ancient secrets."

"Some descendants of nobles who have lost their families even sold their treasured magic books for money. A precious research note ended up being exchanged for only 2 Garonns 13 Siko."

Baby Voldemort laughed mockingly, "Its owner was once a silent man who studied the brain hall and knew more about that place than anyone else. But among all those who came into contact with that note, I... saw it." The value of

Barty Crouch Jr. listened carefully to Voldemort's narrative past. Whether this man was a humble clerk or exchanged a very cheap price for priceless notes, he did not change his expression. .

Unlike those who choose to become Death Eaters because of their advocacy of violence, pursue reputation, wealth, status, or desire to destroy and kill, Barty Crouch Jr.'s loyalty to Voldemort is very pure.

Even though Voldemort became weak and ugly now, revealing his vicious heart as he looked at the moment, this extreme loyalty was not shaken at all.

The baby Voldemort changed his seat and said, "The brain hall can quietly change a person's consciousness, but it cannot go too far against personal wishes."

"If Grindelwald wanted to use the brain hall to make allegiance to him by wizards all over the world, it would not only be of no effect, but he would also become an idiot with only a body left."

“It can only be used to change some subtle, undetectable ideas—for example, to make everyone unconsciously ignore two people who are recognized as long dead.”

He smiled proudly and said, "So, when these guys are beaten to death, we can watch the show leisurely. Until we are ready to resurrect me and let our loyal subordinates return to me. . By then…”

Voldemort didn't continue to say anything, but just smiled and reached out to touch the head of Nagini, the big snake next to him.

Batty Crouch Jr. glanced at Nagini enviously, but when he thought that this was just a brainless beast, he became calm again.

"I will definitely bring Harry Potter to you, Master."

Barty Crouch Jr. said calmly: “——Whether you take any risk.”

——And kill all the traitors and cowards!

Harry Potter belongs to his master, but what Barty Crouch Jr. hates the most are the scum who has never tried to find the Dark Lord.

When Barty Crouch was locked up by his father, he was confused and ignorant of the sun and the moon, every brief moment of awakening eagerly hoped to return to the Dark King.

But what about those guys who escaped legal sanctions? But he still enjoys a comfortable and prosperous life, never making any effort for the Dark King, allowing their master's soul to wander in the forest in desolately, and live a life worse than death.

"I won't let you take fatal risks. My child, it's extremely important for me to be alive." Baby Voldemort said in a kind tone: "Be patient, opportunities will always come..."

Suddenly, he felt something and whispered, "They are here!"

Before he finished speaking, the space several hundred meters away from the manor seemed to suddenly appear distorted, and the air was swirling in circles. After a while, a large number of figures appeared.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

A sharp and harsh alarm sounded in the manor, crowded with people, and countless people emerged from those seemingly quiet houses.

"It seems they can't attack." Voldemort held his head with one hand and laughed gloatingly: "The other party has been prepared for a long time, and Dumbledore is on the road... Haha, this is more interesting."

"boom!"

Amid the deafening loud noise, a missile rushed towards the place where the Wuci Party gathered with a screaming sound of breaking through the air and a hot tail flame.

...

"Boom-Boom-Boom-Boom-"

A huge spark exploded above the manor, and the hot air flow sprayed in all directions, and some charred objects were vaguely seen flying out.

The machine gun sprayed bullets like a rainstorm, but the black wizard in charge suddenly inserted his wand to the ground, supporting a huge transparent barrier out of thin air, protecting all his companions.

Wizards who used the door keys later also appeared one after another. There were dark figures on the outside of the manor, like crows attending funerals.

John Adler looked at the sky that turned red in an instant, his face pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"They have been prepared for a long time!" Adler said in a trembling voice: "Aren't you wizards all old antiques from the Middle Ages? How can you still deal with missiles?"

A confident attack, thinking that it would cause heavy casualties to the other party, but it almost did not work.

Compared with the spells that the wizard can release in an instant, the missiles are still too slow to fly. The Wuci Party only seemed to have suffered a very small number of casualties, and even bullets hit them without much effect.

A simple iron armor curse may not necessarily block the bullet, but the wizards cooperate with each other, and the obstacle curse plus the iron armor curse can produce miraculous effects; while the iron armor curse applied on the dragon skin cloak is comparable to the bulletproof vest, but the effect of the spell cannot be maintained much. Long time.

Grindelwald, who has experienced the world war, has many similar tricks. Although he has been isolated from the world for many years, his familiarity with Muggle weapons is still more than most wizards, even most Muggles. After jailbreak, he also Have not forgotten to supplement this knowledge.

Faced with Adler's questioning, Abigail, who was standing beside him, only said: "It's too early to be afraid now, and our attack has just begun."

The next second, the two men's faces changed drastically at the same time.

Among the wizards, countless paper planes suddenly rose into the air, with familiar shells hanging below.

"Do not get away-there are bombs-"

Heart-wrenching screams sounded in the manor, but countless people just looked up at the overwhelming white paper plane, forgetting to react because of extreme fear and despair.

The muzzle turned into the air, intercepting some paper planes, adding a bit of gorgeous color to the sky, but more planes flexibly rushed towards the crowd below.

Whether it is an ordinary soldier with live ammunition, or a werewolf with thick skin and flesh, it is like paper in front of this firepower.

Only some vampires turned into bats and flew up in time, but flapped their wings and flew higher in the eyes of their companions asking for help.

However, when the loud explosion rumbling to the distance, the flight trajectory of some bats suddenly became chaotic and even plunged into the center of the fire!

"How could it be... they obviously didn't show such ability before..."

Adler murmured, suddenly jumped up and grabbed Abigail's arm, shouting loudly, "Take me away! Now! I'm leaving this damn ghost place!"

Another male witch in the organization said disdainfully: "What a coward! These guys were cannon fodder sent to die. Only when the Wuci Party stepped into the manor will you see our true power..."

"Damn it! Do you know how much money I provide to you every year?"

Before the witch could finish her words, Adler pointed his finger almost on his nose and roared angrily:

"I spent so much money not to stand here as bait! I don't care how many backups you have, take me away now!"

The witch's expression turned cold, and Abigail stopped him and stepped forward and said:

"Mr. Adler's words make sense. Since the Wuci Party has arrived, he really doesn't need to stay here. Keep watching and I escort him away."

The witch snorted and stopped talking.

Adler didn't care about his attitude, so he picked up his important suitcase and left with Abigail. He was still promising to her when he went out:

"My life is more important than anything else. As long as I can protect me to a safe place, I will give you a sum of money that you will never make in your life..."

Abigail said nothing, holding a magic wand in his hand, like a loyal guard.

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Grindelwald put away his wand and waved his hand.

Several of Vovillet's alchemist apprentices opened the boxes they carried with them, and a steady stream of paper planes flew out from it, like white waves surging endlessly.

The paper planes hung shells many times heavier than themselves, and flew towards the enemy's positions without hesitation, with their light fuselages like letters sent by the god of death.

Even many Wucui Party did not expect this scene. They looked up at the scene with shock, their mouths wide open and speechless.

"Did you see it? Although we are wizards, we are not only magical methods."

Grindelwald lowered his head and coughed twice, saying, "The biggest problem with Muggle weapons is that the killing machines they invented are often used on themselves in the end."