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Chapter 889: Dark Magic Ritual
Chapter 889: Dark Magic Ritual
What is Grindelwald doing bringing a Muggle here?
Could he be a sacrifice for some Dark Magic Ritual?
Farrell couldn't help but feel curious, his eyes widening a bit more.
The Witch named Alison was also startled by Grindelwald's sudden appearance, stammering, "I've already put all the potion ingredients in as you instructed, but I'm not sure if I can handle this task, Master..."
Grindelwald walked over to the large cauldron, observing the potion's brewing, and said, "Don't be too nervous, Alison. I trust your potion-making skills. You always did well at Durmstrang, didn't you? Potions are your strong suit..."
Alison nodded fearfully, her entire demeanor uneasy. Although she was confident in her potion-making abilities, the potion Grindelwald had her brew was far beyond her knowledge. The ingredients and the tasks ahead filled her with dread.
"Don't forget our shared ideals... To achieve our goals, we must always make sacrifices. Remember, these are necessary", Grindelwald said soothingly, stirring the Giant Cauldron gently with his wand. Once the boiling liquid calmed, he turned to Alison and continued, "Since the preparations are complete, we can move on to the next step..."
Alison looked hesitant, her gaze involuntarily shifting to the middle-aged man following Grindelwald.
"Surely you don't still have feelings for your Muggle father, Alison? Or have you forgotten how he treated you?" Grindelwald said coldly.
"Of course I haven't forgotten!" Alison replied with fervor. "He was a scoundrel and a drunk, a complete villain who never deserved to be my father!"
Grindelwald's lips curled into a smile. "Well said, Alison. He may be your biological father, but he never did anything for you. All he brought you was pain. The Wizarding world is your true home..."
"We are your family..." Grindelwald placed his hand on the Witch's shoulder, speaking gently.
Alison sobbed softly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Seeing Alison's hesitation, a harsh look flashed in Grindelwald's eyes, though his tone remained gentle. "If you're resistant, I can choose someone else! This Ritual isn't dependent on him. Anyone would do..."
"No!" Alison wiped her tears, interrupting Grindelwald. She glared at the middle-aged man with hatred. "I've wanted to kill him for a long time. If his death is useful to you, then so be it!"
"Excellent!" Grindelwald's eyes gleamed. After using Legilimency to confirm Alison's resolve, he nodded in satisfaction. He then took a pendant from around his neck and placed it on his right hand.
Farrell watched intently as Grindelwald raised his finger, a faint green light gathering at his fingertips.
"Avada Kedavra", Grindelwald said coldly.
A dark green beam flashed through the air, and the Muggle standing in the room stiffened. His eyes glazed over, and he collapsed to the floor, lifeless.
Farrell's pupils dilated. Watching a life end before his eyes and being unable to stop it filled him with a deep sense of helplessness.
However, he remained hidden, not making a sound. Speaking up now would only result in the same fate as the Muggle.
After the killing, Grindelwald closed his eyes, standing still. A faint, eerie blue mist began to seep from his body into the pendant, and a distorted human form could be faintly seen within.
Is he... creating a Horcrux? Farrell, with his extensive experience in combating dark magic, quickly guessed what Grindelwald was doing, though he wasn't entirely sure. He had only read about such rituals in advanced Dark Magic texts.
In a few seconds, Grindelwald opened his eyes. The pendant on his right hand, once ordinary, now radiated a mesmerizing blue light, exuding an irresistible charm.
Grindelwald strode to the cauldron and dropped the pendant into it. He then picked up a small knife used for potion-making and, to Farrell's shock, stabbed it into his own heart!
Has he lost his mind? Farrell was startled by Grindelwald's sudden suicidal act.
But what happened next was even more shocking. After the knife pierced his heart, Grindelwald's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Dark red blood gushed from the wound, splattering the wooden floor and corroding it like acid, leaving round holes.
Moreover, his pale face, devoid of color, began to wither, and he looked like a charred corpse.
Farrell suddenly remembered the report Britain had submitted to the International Confederation of Wizards a few days ago. It stated that Grindelwald, who had escaped from Nurmengard, was suspected to have been injured during a battle with Voldemort, struck by a nearly unsolvable and bizarre form of Dark Magic.
Dumbledore was said to have died from the same curse...
However, it now seemed that Grindelwald had found a mad yet permanent solution: die once!
For some powerful Dark Wizards, the boundary between life and death was not insurmountable, and a Horcrux was one of the methods to avoid death!
In an instant, Farrell understood everything. He turned his head to look at the massive cauldron, certain that this was some kind of ritual to bring the dead back to life!
Not far ahead, Grindelwald's body lay on the ground. Moments later, a faint, ethereal soul rose from the corpse.
"Let's begin!" Grindelwald floated in mid-air, looking at Alison with a faint expression.
Alison took a deep breath, opened the package on the ground, and then raised her wand, reciting slowly.
"Bone of the father, unwittingly given, will make your son return to life!"
"Flesh of the servant... voluntarily given... will make your master... return to life!" Alison held her left arm over the cauldron, her right hand gripping her wand, her voice trembling.
"If you act quickly enough, it won't hurt much, Alison! Once I am resurrected, your arm will be restored", Grindelwald drifted around the witch, his eyes gleaming with an indescribable light, softly encouraging her. "I know you are a brave witch, don't you? Prove it to me!"
Alison clenched her teeth and was about to cast the spell when a voice interrupted her.
"Don't be fooled, witch!"
Farrell, who had been pretending to be unconscious, finally couldn't hold back. Alison's hesitation made him realize this was his best chance to intervene. He used all his strength to shout.
"The man in front of you is a madman who slaughters without mercy. He once tried to destroy an entire Muggle city. I don't know what he has promised you, but I can assure you it's all lies!"
"Think about it. The man standing before you is the Dark Lord acknowledged by the entire wizarding world! Over fifty years ago, many people like you were deceived by him, only to lose their lives for no reason. In the end, he just wants to use you, witch. Once he's done, he'll cast you aside without a second thought."
Farrell spoke rapidly, trying to sway Alison's stance.
Grindelwald was already dead, though his soul still lingered. Based on Farrell's understanding of ghosts, the soul should have no casting ability.
If he could convince Alison to turn against Grindelwald, he could not only save his own life but also take this opportunity to end the Dark Lord once and for all!
With this in mind, Farrell spoke again.
"Turn back, witch. I believe you are not someone who willingly allies with Dark Wizards. Grindelwald can do nothing now; you don't need to fear him anymore...
Also, I am the Vice President of the North American Magical Congress. I can vouch that everything you have done was under Grindelwald's coercion. If this matter is resolved smoothly, I promise you will not face any punishment for your previous actions!"
Farrell earnestly tried to persuade Alison. He could tell she was not an evil Dark Wizard. From what he had learned, she likely harbored a deep hatred for Muggles due to her childhood experiences, which Grindelwald had exploited.
During his time as an Auror, Farrell had encountered similar cases. Not all Muggle parents could understand their children's "strange" behavior, and in some more backward countries and regions, young wizards experiencing their first magic surge were sometimes killed, believed to be possessed by Dark Wizards.
To prevent such tragedies, almost every Ministry of Magic had a specialized department to handle such cases, ensuring the safety of young wizards, though such family matters were always difficult to resolve...
Farrell's words made Alison waver. Her hand holding the wand shook even more, and a clear look of hesitation appeared on her face.
Grindelwald frowned, casting an unfriendly glance at Farrell. Eager to complete the resurrection ritual, he hadn't noticed the witch's hesitation.
However, he wasn't too worried about Alison turning against him. If he didn't have complete control over her, Grindelwald wouldn't have entrusted his life to a witch he had only known for a short time...
"Do you remember how your mother died, Alison?" Grindelwald gazed into the witch's eyes, his voice cold. "Shall I help you remember...?"
(End of Chapter)
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