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Chapter 879: The Special Portkey
Chapter 879: The Special Portkey
France.
Nicoleme owned an old mansion in Paris, where he and his wife, Perenelle, had lived for nearly three hundred years. It was the place they had spent the most time together.
Here, most of Nico's extensive book collection spanning centuries was stored in a tower-like library. Looking up from the bottom, one couldn't even see the ceiling.
Tens of thousands of books and manuscripts were quietly arranged in this space, only occasionally taken down by the house elf Tata when book-loving guests visited.
However, today, this tranquility was shattered.
"Boom!"
Accompanied by a dull thud, a person appeared out of thin air in the middle of the library, then slammed into the bookshelves.
Kyle had lost the strength to stand, lying on the library floor weakly, looking like he might pass out at any moment.
To be honest, he hadn't expected the Fire God's Path to be so powerful. It felt like it had carved a hole in his body, and to control the Fiery Flame, he had almost exhausted all his strength.
Fortunately, he had run away. If he had stayed, he would likely have waited for death in his current state. Of course, without a backup plan, he wouldn't dare channel all his magic into a single spell.
Voldemort must have been furious by now. Earlier, he had seen half of the other's face turn black, unsure if it was from anger or being burned.
Either way, it was a delightful sight.
As Kyle was thinking about this, he felt a soft, furry sensation in his palm.
Turning his head, he saw the Niffler he had caught and stuffed into his pocket earlier. It was now sitting on his hand, staring at him with bright, sparkling eyes.
"Don't worry..." Kyle's voice sounded like it was being squeezed out of his throat, hoarse and raspy.
"I'm fine... You... You..."
"Hmm?"
In Kyle's line of sight, the Niffler, this tiny creature, was rummaging through his Galleons.
It was then that Kyle realized he might have misunderstood. The Niffler's glance wasn't one of concern for him; instead, it was more like an assessment of his current state, checking if he could still move. If not, it would take action.
And that's precisely what it did.
After obtaining the answer it sought, the Niffler scurried to Kyle's Chameleon Skin Bag, skillfully opening the bag and stuffing several shining Galleons into its own pouch.
As it rummaged, it glanced at Kyle, then quickened its movements. It didn't stop until it had emptied the bag of Galleons, Sickles, and even Knuts, leaving it contentedly patting its pouch.
"You just wait..." Kyle said irritably.
The Niffler, taking advantage of the situation to steal, left Kyle exasperated.
"One day... I'll stuff you into a unicorn's nostril."
Kyle uttered a harsh threat, the only thing he could do at the moment.
About half an hour later, Kyle, having regained some strength, leaned against the wall and staggered out of the library. He slumped onto a soft sofa, staring blankly at a dull gray stone in his palm.
This was a special Portkey given to him by Nicoleme during his first visit here several years ago.
Crafted from Philosopher's Stone fragments, this Portkey didn't have the limitations of regular Portkeys, which had time restrictions and couldn't be preserved long-term. The unique stability of the Philosopher's Stone allowed it to remain functional indefinitely.
With a simple infusion of magic, like casting a spell with a wand, it could be instantly activated, transporting the user back to this location.
As for why it was blue, Kyle wasn't sure... Perhaps it was a defective, second-rate product.
Kyle remembered that encounter; it was their first meeting. What was he doing in the library back then?
Oh, right, studying alchemy and searching for Horcrux-making methods.
Speaking of Horcruxes, Kyle subconsciously thought of the Lomabton couple at St. Mungo's.
His initial intention for creating Horcruxes was to see if he could separate the Lomabton couple's shattered souls.
However, in recent years, due to Voldemort's activities, Kyle had little time to focus on completing this task.
Even Royna Ravenclaw had stated that the idea was feasible but challenging to execute.
While shattered souls could bypass the need for murder to tear souls, the Lomabton couple's condition made it nearly impossible to teach them Horcrux-making and ensure they followed every step precisely.
But this process couldn't be delegated to outsiders, and upon realizing he had hit a dead end, Kyle temporarily set aside this matter.
Kyle shook his head, deciding not to dwell on it further. Even Ravenclaw found it difficult, so it was clearly not a problem that could be solved in a short time.
He still remembered that when Nico gave him this item, he said that one day, he would return here.
Hey, he was right.
The time span was a bit long, though; Kyle had already graduated.
Before that, he never had the opportunity to use it. Even when he needed Nico's help, he would go directly to his estate, making this Portkey unnecessary.
Moreover, as the contents of his Chameleon Skin Bag grew, he almost forgot he had a special Portkey.
Kyle casually placed the completely broken Portkey aside and lay back on the sofa.
This is not only France, but also Nicole's old mansion, which is safe enough. Voldemort would never find him here, even if he were to drill a hole through his head.
I wonder how the Hebrides are doing...
But Voldemort is also severely injured, so he probably doesn't want to deal with those black dragons... And the Ministry, they should have received the message by now, judging by the time.
Even without his report, the towering flames that erupted earlier would have surely caught their attention. Have the Aurors arrived yet...
Lying on the soft sofa, Kyle felt his eyelids growing heavy.
He was exhausted. Facing the furious Voldemort, any moment of negligence could have led to his capture. And that final, all-out Fire God Path was truly exhausting...
It was indeed a spectacular sight, as the endless flames instantly destroyed all obstacles, but it was also quite tiring...
Hopefully, the Aurors who rushed over can eliminate that thing. For now, he can't return...
But it's fine if they can't extinguish it. The Fire God Path has the ability to bind flames, even Fiery Flames, as long as one doesn't get too close and take unnecessary risks...
As these thoughts drifted through his mind, Kyle unknowingly fell asleep.
...
Meanwhile, at the Hebrides.
A chaotic burst of noise filled the air.
Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, appeared out of thin air, followed by nearly twenty Aurors and an even larger number of enforcers.
Scrimgeour was in a foul mood. After receiving the news of Voldemort's appearance in the Hebrides, he had immediately gathered all the experienced Aurors and made a detour to Hogwarts.
But Minerva McGonagall informed him that Dumbledore was absent, and no one knew where he had gone.
Dumbledore was absent at such a critical moment; this was not the first time.
Although he was displeased, Scrimgeour didn't say anything. Even knowing he was no match for Voldemort, he still led the team here without hesitation.
Besides him, the faces of the other Aurors and enforcers were filled with tension.
Led by Scrimgeour, everyone walked heavily towards the depths of the Hebrides.
"Is the Dark Lord... really here?" Finally, someone couldn't help but ask.
"I'm not sure, but it's a possibility," Kingsley frowned.
When they were on the beach, he had felt the thick aura of dark magic.
And the red light that had enveloped half of the island, scorching and ferocious, was undoubtedly the work of the Fiendfyre Curse.
Besides the Dark Lord, there probably wasn't a second person who could cast such a powerful Fiendfyre Curse.
The Dark Lord... This time, it's likely to be a tough battle.
"Bill, Charlie, Cedric..." Kingsley turned back, "Don't wander off, stay close to me."
"Don't worry, we know what to do," said the robust Charlie, curiously examining the surroundings.
He had long wanted to visit this so-called Black Dragon Archipelago but never found the opportunity.
"Luckily, Fred and George didn't come," Bill muttered.
His two younger brothers were supposed to join them, but Scrimgeour didn't agree since there were already two Weasleys in the team.
This time, they might face Voldemort directly, and he couldn't bring all the Weasleys.
Moreover, those two were hard to manage. Who knew what mischief they might cause with their magical tricks?
"Hmm... Sorry, are you sure they didn't follow?" Cedric said, gazing at a certain spot.
Bill subconsciously turned his head and saw two identical figures flashing through the woods.
Even though it was brief, he recognized them by their distinctive red hair.
"Fred... George..." Bill felt a toothache coming on.
They had followed after all.
"I should have expected this," Cedric sighed. "After all, Kyle delivered the letter."
"Nonsense, this isn't the time for friendship," Kingsley also rubbed his forehead.
Arthur and Molly are also on their way, which means all the Weasleys, except for the two at school, are here.
If they encounter Voldemort...
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Thinking of a possibility, Kingsley's expression turned grim. "Charlie, go find them and make sure they leave, no matter what."
"Okay," Charlie nodded and ran towards where they had disappeared.
"I'll go too," Cedric said. "Maybe I can convince them."
"Go ahead," Kingsley agreed without hesitation. "If you encounter the Dark Lord, run immediately, don't hesitate."
If possible, he wouldn't want Cedric to come along.
These people are too young and lack experience fighting the Dark Lord, but Cedric is determined, and his information is valuable, so Minister Bones and Scrimgeour believe it's beneficial to have him.
"Hopefully, everything goes well," Kingsley sighed and followed the main force into the depths of the Hebrides.
Then, they witnessed a scene that would forever haunt them.
Along the way, they saw dead wizards everywhere, some killed by spells, others bitten by dragons. Dismembered limbs lay scattered nearby, creating a powerful impact.
Even the experienced Aurors among them wore grim expressions.
"Are these people from the MacFusty family?" someone asked.
"No," said Scrimgeour, who was at the front, shaking his head as he looked at a dead Death Eater beside him.
"Based on their attire, they should be Death Eaters."
"All of them?"
"Yes, all of them."
Scrimgeour was perplexed. Weren't they supposed to be facing the Dark Lord? Why were all the dead Death Eaters then? It didn't make sense.
The group continued forward and soon encountered a peculiar path.
A path entirely composed of Fiendfyre, burning ferociously, extending into the distance as if without end.
The raging Fiendfyre crackled, seemingly ready to incinerate any approaching creature to ashes, yet strangely, it didn't spread.
"Brooms," Scrimgeour said in a low voice.
Everyone immediately took out their flying brooms and flew over the path.
One person intentionally flew higher to get a better view of the path's end, but they saw nothing. Wherever they looked, they could only see that blinding golden-red flame.
"Get down!" Scrimgeour shouted sternly. "Do you want to expose our position?"
"Yes, sorry," the Beater quickly descended back to the ground, but his legs trembled uncontrollably as he recalled the scene he had just witnessed.
The Fiendfyre, which had nearly bisected the entire island, had even formed a lava-filled chasm in the areas it covered. It seemed that the island would be completely burned through in no time.
To divide such a large island in half with just one spell... Could this be the Dark Lord? If he faced such a spell later, could he possibly survive? The Beater didn't know, nor did he dare to think about it. He could only steel himself and follow.
...
Soon, Mr. Weasley and a group of Phoenix Society members, including Montague, who was shivering, arrived. Montague was kicked to the front by a frail old wizard, causing him to whimper in fear.
"Be very careful, everyone," Mr. Weasley reminded them.
Following Charlie's markers, they quickly walked forward and soon joined the Aurors.
But after an hour of searching the island, prepared for combat, they found nothing except the dead Death Eaters.
No Dark Lord, no MacFusty. It was as if they had arrived on a deserted island.
What puzzled Charlie even more was that he hadn't heard any sign of the dragons.
This was very odd. The Hebrides were home to Black Dragons, and as dragons that hated magic the most, they should have been more agitated by such a large-scale Fiendfyre.
Could it be that the Dark Lord had taken them away? Charlie considered this possibility, and his heart sank.
But soon, he shook his head.
No, that didn't make sense. It was more likely that they had all been killed rather than taken away by the Dark Lord.
But this wasn't good news either... What had happened here? Charlie's confusion was shared by the others. The only thing Scrimgeour could be certain of was that the Dark Lord was no longer on the island.
"Hey, why are you all so slow!"
A shout startled the already tense group, and several Beaters instinctively waved their wands.
"Oh, damn!"
"What are you doing!"
There was a hint of shock and anger in the voice.
Scrimgeour turned around.
"Weasley?"
"Of course, it's us," Fred said, getting up from the ground, still shaken. "Why did you attack us!"
"I needed to confirm your identities," Scrimgeour said gravely.
"It's fine, I can confirm they're the real deal."
Suddenly, Cedric's voice reached their ears, and Scrimgeour looked up just in time to see Cedric subtly pointing at a button on his robe.
Only then did Scrimgeour relax.
The Ministry had recently equipped the Aurors with a new communication device, and this button was the key. Only a few people knew about it.
Cedric was one of them, which confirmed his identity.
"Fred, George!"
Mrs. Weasley emerged from the crowd, her face filled with anger. "You promised me you'd stay at the Ministry. Why are you here!"
"Oh, Mom," Fred said, shrinking his neck.
"Of course, we're here to help find clues," George added, also sounding a bit nervous.
"Find clues..." Mrs. Weasley became even angrier. "Do you think you can find clues?"
"That's not right, Mom," Fred said, raising an eyebrow. "In fact, we've already found some."
"Very important clues," George added.
"While you were wandering around..."
...
"Mr. Scrimgeour, everyone, come and take a look over here," Cedric said, interrupting the twins' boasting and walking forward.
Didn't he see that Mrs. Weasley's face had turned completely dark?
He worried that if he didn't change the topic quickly, these two mischievous friends of his would end up staying here forever with the company of the Death Eaters.
(End of Chapter)
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