That night, MI6 launched an unprecedented investigation.
Not only foreign tourists, but even passing dogs have been thoroughly investigated.
The person who started all of this never imagined things would turn out this way. It would have been so much easier to hand it over to MI6, since they are both intelligence agencies and they would surely be able to extract something useful from the interrogation.
We're all family, so no thanks are needed.
While the hapless 007s were still working through the night on their investigation, Hunter was dreaming of the Queen personally awarding him the Victoria Cross.
A new day has begun, and the Calum Science Center welcomes new guests.
Inside a nearby warehouse, several dark figures gathered under a ghastly green light.
The air was thick with dust, dampness, and a morbid excitement.
A dark figure tapped its palm lightly with a magic wand, making a chilling "tap-tap" sound.
The shadowy figures immediately became excited and let out a "hehehe" laugh.
But there was one exception; he was meticulously wiping the tip of his wand with a handkerchief, as if it were stained with something unclean.
He broke the frenzied atmosphere, his voice carrying a feigned composure and arrogance, "I've thought it through. The key to our actions later is... efficiency."
The dark figure that had been tapping his palm with his wand stopped and sneered, "Efficiency? Rodolphus, if we kill that Mudblood, we can get our hands on it, right?"
Rodolphus didn't look up, continuing to focus on wiping his wand. "Trevor, there are many Muggle in that Muggle Science Center. To kill—spread the 'gospel' more effectively, I suggest we adopt a more ritualistic approach."
The word "gospel" once again elicited laughter from the shadowy figures.
Trevor laughed the loudest. "I really like how you describe the massacre of Muggle as spreading the 'gospel.' So, what do you think is the best way?"
Rodolphus folded his handkerchief, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes tightly, as if savoring primal darkness. "For example, start by cutting off those ugly things..."
He paused, opened his eyes, and looked as if he had seen something filthy. "Wires, let's start by cutting those ugly wires."
"Like Muggle in the dark?" another shadowy figure spoke up. "Too much trouble, and isn't it daytime now? If you ask me, just blow up the whole building, that would be spectacular! Like fireworks!"
"Spectacular?" Rodolphus glanced at him dismissively. "That's the kind of art Bellatrix Lestrange would appreciate..."
His tone carried a barely perceptible, almost boastful undertone. "We pursue accuracy. Only with accuracy will that Mudblood truly realize his...incompetence."
Trevor grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. "You're right, Rodolphus!"
He raised the wand he had just used to tap his palm, tracing invisible patterns in the air to mimic a cutting motion.
"Don't kill that Mudblood yet. I want him to see so many Muggle being slowly killed one by one. I bet 10 Gold Galleons he'll be crawling on the ground like the Niffler looking for coins, begging us for a quick death."
A suppressed, cruel chuckle echoed from the warehouse.
Rodolphus's lips curled into a cold smile. "The bet is meaningless, Trevor. When the Dark Lord reigns supreme, the entire Wizarding World will be our treasury."
As for his pleas...
He paused, slowly folded the handkerchief, and put it back in the pocket of his robe. "I'd rather hear his confession. A mere Mudblood has no right to share the same title as his master."
He stood up, his wand pointing steadily at the warehouse door through which a little light was filtering in.
Rodolphus's voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling confidence. "Come on, gentlemen, let's go and disinfect the world."
These arrogant hunters were unaware that the moment they stepped out of the warehouse, they had already been spotted by the Type-A Sphere that were patrolling nearby.
Not only were they dressed in all black in Big White, but they also wore iron masks on their faces, making even passing dogs realize they were highly suspicious.
Before they even got close to the Calum Science Center, a military truck came hurtling straight toward them.
Rodolphus confidently raised his wand, and the entire truck was instantly thrown high into the air before crashing down.
A triumphant laugh echoed through the sky. So what if a moving iron cage came crashing in? It would just be smashed to pieces with a wave of the hand.
Trevor stopped laughing and squinted at the lump of scrap metal. "I have a feeling something's not right."
Rodolphus waved his wand again, and the next second, the entire truck Diffindo.
The expected scene of blood splattering and severed limbs flying did not occur. There was no one in the truck, and there was no magical aura. How did it get here?
The increasingly maniacal laughter finally stopped, and the surrounding space fell into an eerie silence.
"We've been discovered." Rodolphus quickly glanced around. "That Mudblood is Nicolas Flamel's apprentice. Some alchemical gadget must have found us."
Trevor stepped forward. "Perfect, saves us the trouble of looking for him ourselves."
As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of pale blue light pierced straight through his chest.
Rodolphus's face behind the iron mask darkened.
This direction didn't come from the Muggle science center.
The shadowy figures reacted swiftly, raising their wands and chanting spells to erect a massive silver shield.
Trevor, who had been hit, coughed up a mouthful of blood. He looked down at the bleeding wound on his chest and grinned maliciously, "Well, if I hadn't reacted quickly, my heart would have been ripped apart."
He raised his wand and placed it on the wound; not only did puffs of white smoke rise from the tip of the wand, but it also made a hissing sound.
A foul stench filled the air, like a piece of rotten meat being pulled from a sewer and thrown into a fire to roast, and it was highly rotten and crawling with maggots.
As his wounds healed, Trevor shrank in size and became thinner.
With a hiss, an even thicker beam of dark blue light struck the silver shield in front of them.
Rodolphus squinted, seemingly calculating the distance.
His wand suddenly glowed with a sinister green light, "Avada Kedavra!"
The Killing Curse shot straight toward the direction of the dark blue beam of light, the lightning-like green light seemingly able to freeze everything.
With a "ding," Vincent in the camp used Pandora in her shield form to block the attack.
The Three Unforgivable Curses are not simply magic, and therefore cannot be completely absorbed.
Even though it blocked the Killing Curse, Pandora's surface was still highly corroded.
If it was Voldemort who personally cast the Killing Curse, Pandora would probably have been completely corrupted.