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Chapter 299: The Beetle and the Peregrine Falcon
Chapter 299: The Beetle and the Peregrine Falcon
Astonishingly, the truck was filled with enormous spiders. Their gray, bristly hair resembled steel needles, and their gleaming eyes shone with greed. Some opened their mouths, revealing sharp appendages that glinted menacingly.
The freckled driver instantly displayed an expression of sheer terror. His mouth gaped, but he couldn't utter a sound.
Just then, his expression suddenly became dazed, and his terrified and desperate eyes turned vacant.
A momentary pause occurred beside the truck door, and a furry leg that was about to touch him retracted.
The freckled driver closed the door calmly, turned around, and muttered, "They're all still unconscious. I told you there's no need for any checks."
The bushy-eyebrowed man's expression softened slightly, but he said, "They're all wizards, and who knows how many dangerous spells they know. Until the leader sends someone to meet us, we must remain vigilant."
"Got it."
The freckled driver seemed much more agreeable this time, responding casually.
Although his attitude still seemed dismissive, the bushy-eyebrowed man was satisfied.
He then assigned tasks to the group and arranged for Wil to leave with the counter clerk.
In the end, two people were left to guard the truck while the others departed.
The freckled driver was one of the two who stayed behind, and the other had fluffy curly hair and a small beard, looking as if he hadn't fully woken up.
"I really don't see what's so great about guarding this place. With the golden dust, they won't be able to wake up. Could someone possibly steal people from the truck?"
The small-bearded man yawned and lazily said, "I'm going back to the car to sleep. Don't snitch on me to the leader!"
He opened the car door and was about to climb in when he suddenly heard the sound of dripping water behind him.
The small-bearded man frowned and turned back angrily, saying, "Hey, you can pee somewhere else..."
As he turned around, his voice abruptly stopped.
The freckled driver stood behind him, looking pale and dazed.
Looking down, he saw that his pants were soaked, and the wetness was spreading to other areas.
The small-bearded man found this state strange and incomprehensible, wondering why his companion was standing and urinating in his pants.
Suddenly, he became alert and grabbed the whistle hanging from his chest, intending to put it in his mouth. But before he could, he heard a calm voice in his ear—
"Obliviate! Fall into a daze and collapse!"
The small-bearded man fell like a toy whose power had been cut off, landing with a "bang" and then floating up to gently settle into the passenger seat.
Then, a figure emerged from the air.
"Really, why did you pee yourself? The eight-eyed giant spider didn't even pounce on you. What are you afraid of, being a werewolf?"
Vold spoke in exasperation, "Luckily, you didn't do that earlier, or everyone would have noticed."
The freckled driver's eyes widened, and the white area around his iris was bloodshot, making him look a bit scary.
Vold didn't really let him argue, but instead pointed his wand at the freckled driver and said softly, "Obliviate!"
The spell's light hit the freckled driver, who leaned back and collapsed as well.
Vold still moved the freckled driver into the car, arranging him to look like he was lazily sleeping, but he felt a bit uncertain.
This was the first time he had used the Obliviate spell on a living person.
The Ministry's skilled Memory Charm users could easily erase a specific memory from their target, usually a Muggle who had witnessed magical events, to ensure the Wizarding World's secrecy.
Lockhart was a master of Memory Charms, and these spells were typically used on memories and weren't very powerful.
But Lockhart could use the Memory Charm to blow up a stone corridor, its power akin to a bomb.
However, this incompetent professor didn't care about the lives of those whose memories he erased, so his Forgetfulness Charms were usually as simple and brutal as resetting their brains to factory settings.
Although Vaid had just controlled the power of his spell, he couldn't be sure if he had precisely erased the parts of their memories where they had realized the truth.
Moreover, with the sea voyage and an unknown duration, it was impossible for him to stay here the entire time.
He needed an assistant.
Vaid thought about it, and a series of names came to mind, only to be dismissed.
Either their skills weren't up to par, or their character was unsuitable.
Some were highly skilled but had too high a moral compass, which might conflict with Vaid's expectations regarding right and wrong, life and death.
And those who would undoubtedly support him lacked sufficient magical abilities, making it risky to leave them here to keep watch.
The werewolves among the automata were already aware of them, so they couldn't be used as a surprise; FlowMirror had size limitations and was easily detectable; and the house-elves all had work to do.
Vaid paused to think, then suddenly had an idea. He checked the time and location, gave Mihal a few instructions, and went to the window. Transforming into a Peregrine Falcon, he silently glided along the sea surface under the cover of night.
...
It was already late, and in a small bar on a London street, three people remained.
"Should we keep waiting, Rita?" asked the thin man, carrying a camera on his shoulder. "Maybe they left from another exit."
"Impossible!" Rita Skeeter said decisively. "Gor wouldn't set up fireplaces at the exhibition site, and he doesn't allow Apparition. So after the exhibition, they must come out through the elevator!"
"But..."
"No buts! This is Gor's last exhibition, and there's even a rumored mirror for communicating with the dead! You know how valuable this news is!"
Rita Skeeter interrupted impatiently. Seeing the man hesitate and remain silent, she grabbed her crocodile-skin handbag and casually instructed, "I'm going to the restroom. Keep watch."
"Okay..." the male photographer said, looking down.
Then, he watched as the woman with a polarizing reputation, whose every article went viral, strode out in her high heels, her steps echoing.
Rita Skeeter didn't actually need to use the restroom; she was just curious why the alchemist hadn't left after so long, suspecting that the value of the exhibits might exceed her expectations.
"I want to see what treasures Gor has brought this time."
Muttering to herself, Rita Skeeter quickened her pace and entered an empty alley. Moments later, a beetle struggled to flap its wings and flew out of the alley.
This was Rita Skeeter's secret to always breaking exclusive news—she was an Animagus, able to transform into tiny insects.
As the little beetle flew out, it suddenly felt a noticeable vibration in the air, followed by the descent of a colossal being—
A brownish-gray bird landed, its black sapphire eyes fixed on her.
Only one chapter tonight, I'm too tired.
Goodnight.
Thanks to the Alliance Leader who rewarded me with a round of applause—I'll add more chapters when I have time.
(End of Chapter)
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