Chapter 1436: Voldemort Plans Murder
Chapter 1436: Voldemort Plans Murder
As night fell, darkness enveloped the land, and snowflakes gently drifted down, blanketing the ground in a thick layer of snow.
Suddenly, a pair of leather boots crunched through the snow, appearing out of thin air as if by magic.
In the quiet wilderness, more and more strange figures emerged, cloaked and masked, brandishing glowing sticks. They gathered in small groups, whispering among themselves before suddenly falling silent and marching forward in unison, trampling the snow underfoot into muddy slush.
After a moment, the leading figure at the front of the group, none other than Voldemort himself, abruptly halted and raised his hand to signal a stop to the Death Eaters following him.
The Death Eaters came to a halt, their eyes filled with confusion and suspicion as they wondered what could have caused this sudden stop.
Voldemort lifted his head, his gaze fixed on the location of the Defense Association's headquarters. He turned to the Death Eaters behind him and said, "If we get any closer, we'll trigger the alarm that Mudblood has set up."
The Death Eaters froze, exchanging uneasy glances.
If they couldn't take their opponents by surprise under the cover of night, their ambush would be for naught.
"Master, should we proceed with the backup plan?" asked Yaxley, stepping closer to Voldemort and lowering his voice.
By "backup plan," he meant a direct assault.
"Begin," Voldemort replied coldly, his eyes fixed on the village ahead. Although he had anticipated that things might not go smoothly tonight, he hadn't expected the Mudblood to be so cautious, already prepared for a potential ambush.
The Death Eaters raised their wands, unleashing a barrage of Dark Magic toward the area in front of them. The darkness was momentarily illuminated by a burst of light, followed by a series of explosions.
In the next instant, the Death Eaters transformed into black mist, surging forward alongside the just-summoned Dementors.
Yaxley was well aware that both Albert and the members of the Defense Association possessed formidable combat capabilities. He knew that the Death Eaters were likely to be outmatched, so he had persuaded Voldemort to employ any means necessary to ensure their victory.
If it weren't for the slow movement of the Inferi, Yaxley would have considered using them to clear a path.
As the Death Eaters penetrated the outer defensive spells of the village, a sense of foreboding washed over them.
They spotted several burning houses in the vicinity, yet there was no sign of any enemies.
Moreover, the protective spells intended to hinder intruders had seemingly failed to activate, allowing the Death Eaters to intrude upon the village unimpeded.
At that moment, every Death Eater present felt a sense of unease.
If they hadn't encountered any enemies, it was possible that this wasn't the Mudblood's lair at all. But Voldemort wouldn't deceive them; the enemy was here, and they were prepared for the ambush, ready to spring their trap.
That despicable, cunning Mudblood.
Before the Death Eaters could fully process what was happening, they felt their bodies falling.
The Death Eaters, who had been flying in the air just moments ago, plummeted to the ground like cannonballs, without any warning.
It was a disastrous sight! They couldn't fathom that flight was prohibited in this area.
"What...?"
At that moment, the members of the association, safely sheltered within the houses protected by the Fidelius Charm, stared in astonishment at the bewildering scene unfolding before them.
"W-what is going on?" someone stuttered, their voice filled with disbelief.
"How should I know? Ask someone else," came the sarcastic reply from a nearby companion.
"I suspect they're here to provide comic relief," muttered the person holding the night-vision telescope.
"Albert must have set them up," another voice chimed in.
Everyone was well aware that these Death Eaters were under Albert's control, but they hadn't anticipated just how incompetent they would be.
"Should we go out there and finish them off?" asked a belligerent Gryffindor student, eager for battle and contemplating wiping out the entire group of Death Eaters.
"With the mysterious figure out there? Are you crazy?" came the immediate retort.
"But I thought we were supposed to fight the Death Eaters?"
Some were already itching for a fight, and the intimidation factor of the mysterious figure had significantly diminished due to the comical display outside.
Nearly every window was crowded with members of the association, who had been expecting a grand battle with Voldemort, according to Albert's earlier words.
But after staying up all night, this was what they had endured?
The Death Eaters, for their part, were equally perplexed as to why they had flown straight into the village and crashed to the ground with a resounding "thud."
"It's normal," George whispered, stealing a glance at Albert by his side. He was beginning to understand what Albert had been up to earlier that morning.
It seemed the spell prohibiting flight had been prepared specifically for these Death Eaters.
"I wonder if any of them broke their necks," someone mused, a hint of schadenfreude in their voice.
Just then, Albert's voice rang out, interrupting their moment of glee.
"What are you waiting for? Use the Accio spell to snatch their wands!"
Everyone froze, then quickly grasped Albert's intention. They raised their wands and aimed them out the windows, casting the Accio spell.
The dazed Death Eaters, still struggling to recover from their fall, had their wands effortlessly ripped from their hands. Some, who were just getting to their feet, felt a tugging sensation in their hands before their wands flew out of their grasp, leaving them bewildered and disarmed.
Only a handful of Death Eaters managed to escape this fate.
Voldemort's face contorted with rage as he watched the pathetic sight of the Death Eaters scrambling to their feet. He felt an urge to cast the Cruciatus Curse on them to punish them for their incompetence.
He had thought they might be of some use, but they had proven to be nothing but a bunch of worthless fools.
Had the Death Eaters known Voldemort's true opinion of them, they would have cried out in protest.
It wasn't for lack of trying on their part; their enemies were simply too cunning.
Without warning, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the village, startling the Death Eaters. But what truly unnerved them were the cries and shouts coming from all directions, causing them to turn tail and flee in panic.
"Attack!"
"Take them down!"
The successive shouts abruptly ceased, and yet no other enemies appeared. An awkward silence descended, as if nothing had happened at all.
"What a bunch of useless fools!"
As Albert watched the startled Death Eaters, some even turning to flee, he felt that something was amiss with the night's ambush.
He wasn't alone in this sentiment; even Voldemort shared this feeling, so much so that he felt slightly disoriented.
There was no denying it—even Voldemort himself had never experienced such absurdity. The murderous intent in his crimson eyes was now unmistakable, and he longed to slaughter the pathetic cowards cowering before him.
(End of Chapter)
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