Chapter 531: Little Barty Escapes
Chapter 531: Little Barty Escapes
The light quickly grew brighter and paler, disappearing from the air in a blink.
But Little Barty knew that the spell hadn't truly vanished. A silent, sun-hot flame surged forward, carbonizing the door, walls, the giant snake, and the figure holding the bundle within seconds, reducing everything to ashes and then vanishing.
Only the baby in the bundle managed to hold on for a couple more seconds. He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and thick smoke burst from his deformed features, forming a massive, agonized human face in the air, which was instantly devoured by the flame.
"No—"
Little Barty let out a shrill, agonized cry. His sleeve tore open, and he screamed in pain, "Ah—You bastard! I'll kill you, I will kill you!!!"
Amidst his screams, the cloak that had nearly crushed him suddenly loosened and attacked Wade like an angry python.
The Firebird Mikhal flew out, suddenly growing larger and knocking the cloak away. It reined in its flames but still left scorch marks on the cloak.
As the cloak flew off, its blade-like hem, which had been embedded in Little Barty's thigh, was pulled out. The hot blood that had been held back by the cloak gushed out.
The man roared in an attempt to fight back but fell to his knees, unable to resist. Wade immediately knocked the wand from his hand and stomped it into pieces.
The cloak and the Firebird clashed with a series of loud bangs, moving from inside to outside. If Mikhal hadn't wanted to destroy the cloak and relied solely on physical attacks, it would have melted the traitor with its flames long ago.
Wade glanced around but didn't force Mikhal to use its full power.
Little Barty's mouth was wide open, his throat still spasming from the earlier pressure. He let out a series of hoarse, broken gasps, struggling to lift his head and see the wand pointed at his forehead.
The tip of the wand still glowed with a dangerous red light.
This very light had turned his master into ashes.
Blood dripped from the man's body onto the floor.
Wade's cloak was made of metal threads. When Little Barty fought against it, not only his neck and thigh but his entire body was riddled with wounds, not to mention the internal injuries from being compressed.
Despite being covered in injuries, the man seemed to feel no pain. He looked into the cold, calm eyes of "Harry Potter" and finally realized something.
Little Barty struggled to swallow a few times before managing to croak, "You're not... not Harry Potter... who... who are you...?"
Wade blinked, then countered, "Is this your last word?"
Little Barty let out a hoarse laugh, "You think... you've won? You think this is over? No... the Dark Lord will never die!"
Before he finished speaking, he slammed his hand against the floor, causing it to deform and explode.
As Wade instinctively stepped back, Little Barty rolled over and grabbed the old kettle that had brought them here, vanishing instantly.
Wade remained on guard. A few seconds later, the cloak, which had been viciously colliding with the Firebird in the air, stopped and was slammed into the ground by Mikhal.
"Wait! Wait! What's going on?" the cloak screamed, "Help, master! Mikhal is attacking me! You can't stand to see me, your right-hand man, and want to get rid of me!"
The Firebird paused mid-attack, hovering above the cloak and tilting its head to examine it for a moment before slapping the cloak's hood with its wing.
"Ah, how could you hit me in the face? Even though I don't have a face, my hood is so fragile..."
The cloak chattered and moaned, as if severely injured by Mikhal's attack.
Wade's body relaxed, and he sat down, then lay back on the ground.
The red light at the tip of the wand sputtered, emitting a small flame. Norberta's sneezes in her youth produced fireballs larger than this.
Mikhal had already returned to Vid's side, curiously watching the small fireball. It lowered its head and gently touched the fireball with its beak, and the fireball promptly extinguished with a "pop."
Mikhal: "……"
It stared intently at the spot where the fireball had disappeared, then tried to dig it out from under the floor with its claws, still not giving up.
The cloak slowly flew into the room, quietly and pitifully complaining, "Master, Mikhal hit me just now..."
"You were under a confusion spell, mistaking us for enemies."
Vid explained briefly, pulling out two chocolate bars from his pocket. He unwrapped them, stuffed them into his mouth, and lay down for a while until he felt his strength returning.
During this time, he noticed that the world before his eyes seemed to distort and blur. He knew that the Polyjuice Potion was wearing off, so he took off his glasses and put them back in his pocket, and his vision returned to normal.
"Let's go." Vid let the cloak and the firebird return to him, saying, "With all the commotion, the Ministry of Magic might send someone over soon. We need to get back to the camp quickly."
Mikhal chirped twice.
"I know, that guy also ran back to the camp."
Vid spoke coldly, "But right now, his top priority is to treat his injuries, and then to find Voldemort, who has turned into a spirit again, rather than causing trouble for others. Besides..."
Vid tapped his wand on his robes, subtly changing the style and color.
"He was beaten by Braun, who is associated with the Pureblood Supremacists. What does that have to do with Vid Gray, a student at Hogwarts?"
—Is it really unrelated?
Mikhal tilted its head, its round eyes seeming to say, "Isn't it all you?"
The cloak wanted to comment but, considering its recent mistake, it decided to hold back, emitting a strange "gurgle" instead.
Vid put the two little ones away, glanced at the spot where the Flame Deity had burned, and without checking the results, Apparated on the spot.
If there were other Death Eaters or dangerous magical creatures outside, it would be dangerous for Vid to confront them in his current state.
He left a message for Delain, asking him to send someone to investigate later, and then quickly returned to the camp.
The chaos had not entirely ended, but most of the cursed goblins and Veelas had been restrained, and the wizards who had been running around had mostly found safe places. The camp was quiet, with only a few tents still smoking.
Vid sighed, found a secluded and spacious spot, and reopened the wardrobe space, then rang the bell.
Soon, the boys and girls started to emerge from inside.
"Merlin—" Ron looked at the empty camp in shock, his eyes wide. "Are we the only ones left alive here?"
"Don't be ridiculous." Ginny rolled her eyes, tiptoeing to ask, "Where are Bill and the others?"
"Is it over?" Michael asked, while Leanne quietly supported Vid, saying, "You look exhausted. What happened?"
"Kreacher! Kreacher!" Harry called out, "Let's set up the tents again!"
Before long, the tents were back up in the camp, and Vid lay comfortably on the sofa to rest.
Kreacher brought him roasted meat and hot chocolate, Padma brought a cake, and Hermione flipped through a book to find information on why magical creatures had suddenly gone berserk.
Fred, Michael, Harry, and others stood guard at the doors and windows, chatting while keeping an eye out for any more monsters.
When Lupin returned and lifted the curtain, he saw a harmonious and relaxed scene and asked in surprise, "Didn't you go hide in the forest? Didn't you hear the commotion outside?"
The group exchanged glances, putting on innocent and bewildered expressions, and asked, "Outside? Wasn't it just a celebration?"
Lupin: "……"
(End of Chapter)
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