vncnus Chapter 217 Annihilation
Chapter 217 Annihilation
Chapter 217 Annihilation
"Isn't the situation difficult to handle now? Haven't all the people already been rescued?"
Quirrell asked, checking on his magical wizard students and finding them as lively and energetic as normal people. Reassured, he interjected while Ryan and Dumbledore were talking.
"They were arrested because someone wanted them arrested. They were rescued because I wanted them rescued."
These French intelligence agents before me are merely tools in my struggle against my adversaries. And these tools could easily transform from pawns into players, while simultaneously introducing a third party, a Muggle, into the fray.
Ryan explained to Quirrell.
Quirrell, a bright young man who graduated with excellent grades and became a Muggle researcher, then switched to being a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and was eventually possessed by Voldemort, was a sheltered flower who had never really stepped into society in his life and didn't quite understand the intricacies of the situation. Fortunately, Ryan explained it very clearly.
He understood that these people were arrested because some people in the magical world were pulling the strings behind the scenes. Being arrested was just the outward appearance of the situation; the real meaning was to fight Ryan.
"But why?" he asked, puzzled.
"The reason is simple: there are enough Squibs and enough people who can become Magisters. The wizarding world is a social model with an extremely low population density. Any population means voting rights, rights, and the ability to defeat political enemies."
Ryan said.
Just as Dumbledore had always told him that he placed too much importance on the power of magic itself, this idea was essentially a prejudice, an obsession, and it was this idea that had carried him to where he was now. Even if he respected the headmaster, Lane would not back down on this point.
The same applies to those political figures who gain power through underhanded means; their thirst for power has brought them to where they are now, so they will not back down.
"So, should we silence them now?"
As expected of Voldemort's first Jinchūriki, his thinking is so radical. Quirrell's solution is to treat the mouth first when there's an illness.
Not only did it draw everyone's attention, but the magic wizards who had just been revived also trembled with fear, especially Hawke, who believed that if Martin, this "scum of the magic wizards," were to reveal what he had done, he might not only be silenced, but could also be killed.
"Thank goodness you weren't talking about murder to cover it up, otherwise I would have been really conflicted."
Ryan laughed, saying that he has always supported violence as the foundation of everything, and that strength can shut up many pragmatic people.
As for those who are out of touch with reality, he generally cannot solve the problems they raise. Even if he could, it would be very difficult to resolve the issues because it is hard to change the deeply ingrained ideas in the minds of fools.
At this point, magic can solve the problem.
It's not about solving the problem, but about solving the people who create the problem.
"During the trials of the Death Eaters, many claimed that they were controlled by the Imperius Curse and thus escaped the law. After all, wizarding law stipulates that anything done by someone controlled by the Imperius Curse that is contrary to their own subjective will does not constitute a crime."
He found that it was indeed quite dark in the dense forest, so dark that he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. It was probably because he hadn't paid Mora for the service, so it was getting dark.
He continued, "After you get close, give them a way out. They won't dare not, and they can't refuse."
Maxim is now beginning to question whether establishing exchanges with Hogwarts was the right or wrong decision.
First, Quirrell claimed he would keep quiet, then Ryan joked about killing to cover it up, and finally, he prepared to use force to give certain people a taste of their own medicine.
Is Hogwarts really a school, or a terrorist hideout? — Without realizing it, she subconsciously took a step back, unconsciously adopting a defensive stance.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Ryan and Quirrell looked at each other and laughed heartily.
As they laughed, Fleur seemed to see a flash of murderous intent in Ryan's eyes.
Indeed, the magic wizard he had put so much effort into creating was actually seen by a group of people as a pawn in their power struggle, and they even wanted to use this pawn to bring him down. She suddenly realized that Ryan was not just the talented, unrestrained and free-spirited person she had imagined; Ryan also had times when he was tormented by worldly affairs.
The underground Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau repeatedly said what he had said, constantly expressing his determination to do everything in his power to please the wizard and let the wizard set any price.
Finally, he received a reply.
The nine-headed fire serpent then demonstrated to him through its actions what a wizard's answer should be.
The giant python arched its body high, its length already nearly a thousand meters, like a towering pagoda pointing straight to the sky, illuminating half the sky in that instant.
The scales, woven from flames and molten iron, stood upright, reflecting golden light and dispelling the darkness of the night.
The nine enormous snake heads swayed in turn as if dancing wildly, their forked tongues hissing as if they were praying and chanting an ancient and mysterious incantation that would bring deathly silence.
Even outside District 20, passersby who happen to glimpse this place would be stunned, for the darkness is illuminated from the ground, with a blazing light rising from the surface, as if seeing the light brings with it a scorching heat. What could it be? No one dares to think about it, but everyone has a vague premonition, a premonition pointing to destruction and death. The premonition is an instinctive fear of destructive power, etched into the marrow of everyone who witnesses it firsthand.
But they couldn't react.
There wasn't even time to call the police.
Even the Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau and the agents hiding underground at the scene of the incident only showed a slight change in expression, a change that was almost imperceptible.
It was as if time stretched everything out, forming a slow-motion movie frame by frame, where every expression and every movement was vividly portrayed.
The next moment, the speed changed from extremely slow to extremely fast, flames intertwined, and even the giant python could no longer maintain its shape, turning into a blazing fireball that plunged high into the air before falling violently and decisively.
Before the bewildered gazes of the onlookers turned into screams, just as the Director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau was halfway through uttering the word "no".
The fireball crashed to the ground.
The world is quiet.
The Earth's surface has abandoned the process of changing from solid to liquid and then to gas; all visible matter has scattered like snowflakes.
The snowflakes were gray and lifeless, like embers left after being scorched by flames.
Ripples spread out, generating temperatures high enough to instantly carbonize trees.
Furong witnessed with her own eyes how, outside the area where they were hiding, trees turned into pieces of charcoal at a speed invisible to the naked eye; she also saw the massive metal-cement mixed rocks that had been thrown up by the impact turn to ashes in the blink of an eye.
She was speechless, and she realized that her principal was too.
Until all the turmoil subsided, and the relentless heat continued to rage, the internationally renowned swimming pool that was able to steal classified documents from the bald-headed eagle's secretary of state's jacket pocket during the meeting disappeared.
"Didn't you say you wouldn't kill people to cover it up? You killed them all?"
"
Perhaps a very long time had passed, and seeing that the place where they were standing had turned into a huge pit covered with a thin layer of dust, Furong still couldn't accept what she was seeing, and she exclaimed in shock.