After the Bigfoot Rebellion broke out in 1892, the headquarters of the Magic Congress moved for the fifth time in history, from Washington to the Woolworth Building in New York. The wizards cleverly used seamless stretching during the construction of the building. Mantras and other spells expand space.
This is a building shared by No-Majs and wizards. As long as the correct spell is cast, it will be converted into a space used by wizards. The only mark on the exterior of the new MAC address is the owl carving above the entrance.
Say the right mantra silently, and when you walk through the door, everything inside will completely change.
This is the most correct way to enter, but not the only way.
There are many ways to knock on the door, but Harry, now in the shape of Voldemort, will certainly not choose the most low-key approach, 'I, the Dark Lord, can't deal with the hidden dragons and crouching tigers in England, but I can't deal with your mere North American turtle grandson? '
Based on the idea that more tricks are better, Harry was ready to do something big.
The entrance carved with owl patterns was not blocked by anything, but in his eyes, there was a thick magic curtain in front of him. This hard-to-reach curtain separated the worlds of No-Majs and wizards.
The handsome and smiling Dark Lord stopped in front of the entrance, raising his right hand into a fist.
"Death Eaters! OPEN THE DOOR!"
The heavy fist entwined with the iron-gray awakener's magic power hit the magic curtain at the entrance. With a loud bang of magic explosion, the magic barrier blocking No-Maj and the wizarding world shattered and was blown away by the roaring magic impact. The floor brought up flying smoke and dust, and the piercing alarm sounded at this moment.
"Hail to the arrival of the Dark Lord, servants!"
A very low-pitched spell sounded: "The soul is leaving the body!"
Hundreds of soul-stealing curses were pouring out at this moment, but this invisible and insubstantial spell could not be seen with the naked eye. The wizard who had stood up attentively due to the loud noise of the door instantly lost his focus. This was so dense that he could not see it at all. The spell that gave people room to dodge hit all wizards who could look directly at the door.
Harry suppressed his heavy breathing. The Imperius Curse had drained all his magic power in an instant. But as he moved forward step by step, every breath filled the dry magic pool with a surging tide. Giving up on Obscurus was the right choice before. His desire for the upper limit of magic power far exceeded that of any wizard.
The commotion suddenly broke out after the loud roar. The wizards whose minds had been controlled pulled out their wands in unison, and then the gunshots sounded like a group of demons dancing wildly. The originally magnificent hall was torn to pieces by countless spell bombardments. .
"Let's make this place more lively, hehehe~"
The handsome man passed through the chaotic hall. The group of wizards controlled by the Imperius Curse were charging deeper into the area without fear of death. Countless spells were fired. The Aurors who came after hearing the news were frantic about them. Under the attack, colleagues who were supposed to be living in peace lost their minds at this moment. Spells that can be defined as unforgivable by the magic world are banned for a reason.
But it was Voldemort who used the Unforgivable Curse, what does it have to do with me, Harry Potter.
Almost the entire building's attention was attracted by this group of crazy wizards, but such commotion was temporary. Although most of the Aurors were sent to various places to stabilize the social environment, the Aurors who stayed at the headquarters were still there. Hundreds of people can be squeezed out casually. In maybe less than ten minutes, all these controlled wizards will be suppressed.
But ten minutes is more than enough time.
Most areas of the headquarters of the Magic Congress are covered by anti-Apparition spells. People go up and down floors relying on stairs, elevators, and a magic floo network that covers all floors. This place is different from the Ministry of Magic in England. Woolworth The building is 792 feet (241 meters) tall and has 57 floors. If you only rely on elevators and stairs, it will not be able to meet the needs of people movement.
When people at the Magic Congress headquarters learned of the commotion and personnel began to be mobilized frequently, the black-robed figure who dominated everything disappeared from everyone's sight. Just for a moment, he was located on the 32nd floor in the middle of the headquarters: At the entrance of the Auror headquarters, there was a figure in black robes.
"Good evening, man."
Harry waved to the Auror who was staying here. The moment he raised his hand and pulled out his wand, a teleporting punch fell on him. The Auror who arched his body like a shrimp instantly lost the ability to resist. , the severe pain from the critical attack on his liver made his mind go blank.
"The soul leaves the body."
"Lead the way, man, we don't have much time, but we have a lot to do."
The man who was curled up on the ground pushed himself up with difficulty, and then trotted forward without saying a word. He led Harry through several corridors, and then stopped at the door of the prison where the prisoners were held.
"Borco, what are you doing here?" The guard responsible for guarding here looked at his colleague with some doubts. "You look so bad. Did you eat an expired hot dog?"
"There is an emergency, Ek." The pale Borko spoke eagerly. His pale face and heavy cold sweat made his hurried words more convincing at the moment.
"Has the commotion down there already reached us?" A somewhat puzzled Ek stretched out his hand to support his colleague. He was not too wary.
"Is such that."
Borko grabbed Ekko's arm and pulled the trigger of his wand.
Fainted.
He left his fallen colleague behind, raised the Boretta M9 in his hand and quickly pulled the trigger, sending beams of red light flying in all directions. Other Aurors who were completely unprepared also followed Ekko's footsteps. .
After clearing all the obstacles, he raised the pistol and pointed it at his head without hesitation. As a beam of red light burst out, he fell to the ground unconscious.
"The Imperius Curse is really useful."
With the blessing of the magic power of the Awakener, the power of the spell has been further improved. The magic that can instantly turn a person into an ally is both immoral and vicious, but it is not practical. Among the three unforgivable curses, only the Imperius Curse is Black magic is not black magic, it does not require negative emotions as a driving force for the spell to burn.
The danger lies only in the spell itself.
The prisoners who were locked up in the back were completely shocked when they saw this scene. This strange attack made their eyes widen, and a burst of cheers mixed with whistles sounded. These prisoners who were captured by the Magic Congress were temporarily imprisoned. The bastards here seem to be having a holiday and are making a lot of noise.
"I heard that one of you got the Gun of Longinus?"
When this voice sounded, the cheers stopped abruptly, and a handsome and elegant gentleman in black robes walked out of the corner and passed over the unconscious human bodies stacked on the ground.
"Let me out quickly!"
"I was wronged!"
Excited and chaotic shouts came one after another. When they saw the mastermind behind all this appearing, the group of prisoners roared excitedly.
"It's me! It's me! I got it! Let me out and I'll tell you where it is!"
A hoarse but sharp voice was particularly clear in the noise, and the sound of rough sandpaper scraping against the blackboard overwhelmed the messy noises of others.
"Don't try to deceive, Lord Voldemort!"
There was a hint of terrifying ferocity on the handsome man's face, his black robe lifted up, and the crisp sound of magic explosion suppressed all previous noises.
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
The wailing sound became the only noise at the moment, and everyone was frightened by the sudden cruelty.
But in the moment of silence, an angry roar sounded from the prison in the distance.
"I found you, Blake."
In the solid cage, there was a crazy man with his limbs tied by chains, roaring and roaring with blood-red eyes.
"Tell me where the Spear of Longinus is."
"I kill you!!!"
"It doesn't matter, I can dig out what I want from your brain without you telling me, Blake."
The solid cage was cut off by the magic blade. When the handsome man walked out of the cage, the roar and struggle had disappeared. The prisoners watched the man with a sinister smile on his face dragging the unlucky guy back to the corridor. superior.
"Have sweet dreams, bastards."
"Bang~"
There was a gunshot, and the light source that illuminated the place went out, and the prison cell was submerged in darkness.
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There was supposed to be another chapter, but I’m too sleepy, so I’ll write it when I get up tomorrow morning.
(End of chapter)
