Ian raised his hand.
Of course, it's not surrendering.
Rather, it was the power of the rules that resonated at his fingertips.
certainly.
Muggle certainly wouldn't be able to perceive any of this.
All I saw was...
On this main street.
Ian extended his right hand forward, palm flat, fingers spread. This gesture made all the police officers and soldiers even more tense, and the warning from the loudspeaker became more urgent.
"Don't move! Put your hands down!"
These people felt like they were about to open fire at any moment.
I'm incredibly nervous.
The person surrounding others is more startled than the person being surrounded, which is somewhat surreal—but it's not hard to understand why this happens.
For the police.
They believe they are facing superpowered individuals. The fear of superpowered individuals in Europe and America is rooted in the film and television culture that has become popular in recent years.
Police officers watch movies and TV shows too.
So when such outrageous things happen in reality, those TV and movie plots naturally pop into their minds, which naturally makes them feel nervous and scared.
After all, anyone who has watched a movie or TV series knows that police Occupation are often cannon fodder in similar scenarios, used to be easily eliminated by superpowered individuals.
When a similar scenario happens to you, coupled with the innate human imagination, it's hard to say who wouldn't panic, even the usually bold police officers.
Even with extensive Occupation experience, I've never encountered such a case before. As for the military personnel, besides the mental stress caused by this situation...
They also knew more than the police.
The truth about the troublemakers being Wizard is that while they could be considered superpowered, the pressure and fear they Wizard are far greater than that of ordinary superpowered individuals.
Regarding this point, those who know, know. Superpowered individuals are just a recent phenomenon in film and television culture, while Wizard have profoundly influenced Europe since the Middle Ages.
This has a far greater impact on people than movies and TV dramas; it's something passed down from generation to generation.
certainly.
The fear of Wizard in Europe was not a sudden phenomenon, but rather a collective panic that developed over a long historical process, interwoven with various factors such as religion, social structure, gender power, natural disasters, political struggles, and psychological mechanisms. This fear can be understood through three stages: ancient times, the Middle Ages, and the modern era.
The witch trials are an indelible and dark chapter in Europe history.
From the late Middle Ages to early modern history, thousands of men and women were tried and even executed on charges of witchcraft. This historical phenomenon not only reveals the fear and prejudice of society, but also profoundly reflects the complexity of religious beliefs, legal systems, and social structures at the time.
The rise of witchcraft trials in Europe was closely related to the religious crisis of the 14th century. At that time, Europe society was experiencing the Black Death pandemic, frequent wars, and economic turmoil. These social disasters led people to seek scapegoats to release their discontent and panic. Witchcraft, as a way to explain the unknown and misfortune, became a "rational" explanation for many unfortunate events.
Furthermore, as Christianity intensified its crackdown on heresy, the Church began to pay closer attention to and combat witchcraft practices deemed to be in league with the devil. In 1487, two Germany Dominican Order published a book called * The Malleus Maleficarum *, which detailed how to identify, try, and punish witches. This book quickly became an important reference for inquisitors and the Inquisition, greatly contributing to the proliferation of witch trials. In the following centuries, from Scotland to Spain, from Scandinavian Peninsula to Italy, the entire Europe continent was filled with the pursuit and trial of so-called Wizard.
And behind this wave.
It's about humanity's fear of the unknown.
Wizard really do exist in the world.
And they have indeed caused trouble for Muggle.
therefore.
The fear accumulated over thousands of years.
It can be said that it is already deeply rooted in their genes.
How do they overcome their fear? How do they overcome their genetic instincts?
"Simply do what we say!"
The officer, who looked like a superior, was shouting at Ian with all his might. He didn't understand what Ian was trying to do by raising his hand, and he was afraid that a curse would befall him at any moment.
fear.
It spread within my heart.
However, they dared not give the order to open fire directly.
After all, anyone familiar with the relevant legends knows that Wizard can cast curses on others after death, and these curses can be far more vicious and terrifying.
Once you make that connection...
How could he dare to order the killing of the Wizard?
He was afraid to act rashly, lest he break the vase.
It makes everyone narrow-minded and get stuck on both ends.
In the 9th century AD, the Kingdom of the Franks issued the " Canon Episcopi," which explicitly stated that "the belief in the existence of witches" was superstition and should be corrected. This indicates that the Church at that time did not believe that witches actually existed.
However, in the 13th and 14th centuries, the view reversed. In 1374, Pope Gregory XI declared that "all those Magic Seeker are aided by the devil," thus formally defining witchcraft as heresy for the first time. From then on, witchcraft was no longer just "harmful arts," but an act of apostasy, betraying God and pledging allegiance to Satan.
This established the Europe fear of Wizard.
Every child has heard a few stories about Wizard.
"I heard it. Why was your voice so trembling and so fierce?" Ian ignored him. His lips moved slightly, but no sound came out. However, a complex, ancient incantation containing powerful mental and memory interference was instantly constructed in his mind.
The next moment.
No light emanated from his palm. But centered on him, an invisible, gentle, ripple-like Magic Power field silently spread out.
The fluctuation wasn't strong, it didn't even cause a ripple in the air, yet it precisely covered the Street, covering every Muggle —police officers, soldiers, reporters, shopkeepers, pedestrians, drivers, children... Obliviate ] was being displayed.
This is not a simple memory erasure, but a sophisticated memory weaving and scene reconstruction.
"I'll clean up this mess."
With his immense Magic Power as Legendary Wizard, his profound understanding of mental magic, and his control over "order," Ian gently and irresistibly "implanted" a "reasonable" memory template into the minds of all Muggle, while subtly blurring, covering, and modifying their previous accounts of magical battles.
And all the memories of the destruction and restoration of the Street, as well as the abnormalities of Ian and the other two. For an ordinary Wizard, this is an extremely difficult spell that they wouldn't even dare to imagine.
But with Ian...
It's just basic stuff.
There is absolutely no possibility of failure.
Therefore, the reporter who was holding up his camera to take pictures the instant the Magic Power field swept past suddenly stopped, his eyes blank for a moment, then he put down his camera, scratched his head, and muttered, "Huh? What was I trying to photograph? It looked like a car almost hit a lamppost? Oh well, no news value."
He turned around and began packing up his equipment. Meanwhile, the young mother, who had been holding her child and nearly been hit by the falling slab, quickly lost her initial fear, replaced by confusion.
She looked at her unharmed but slightly frightened and sobbing child in her arms, then at the smooth ground, and murmured to herself, "Baby, don't cry... Did Mommy trip just now? Were you scared? It's okay, it's okay..." The woman gently patted the child and turned to leave.
The elderly customers, who had been slumped on the ground and witnessed the whole thing, regained their usual cloudiness in their eyes. They helped each other to their feet, looked at the undamaged shop window and store, and one of them muttered, "That was a really loud noise. Was it a tire that burst? Young people these days drive so recklessly." "Yeah, yeah, it scared me! I thought the window was going to shatter. Thank goodness it's okay."
They walked shakily back into the shop.
"What's going on? How did we get here?" The tense bodies of the police officers and soldiers, their fingers on triggers, relaxed at the same time. The wariness and disbelief in their eyes were quickly replaced by a sense of bewilderment and routine—"on a mission but no anomalies found." The officer holding the megaphone frowned and spoke into the communicator, "Headquarters, this is the scene. No signs of the reported explosion or attack. Street are normal, only minor traffic congestion, possibly caused by a vehicle malfunction causing brief disruption. Requesting further instructions... Repeat, no anomalies found."
It's obvious.
Ian altered their memories to make it appear as a misunderstanding that led to the police report.
Well, how should I put it?
Similar situations happen frequently on this land; some idle people like to do this, so it's quite reasonable. "Exercise successfully completed! Time to go home for dinner!" The soldiers put away their rifles, and the commander gestured, and the troops began to orderly withdraw to the troop carriers.
They seemed to have completely "forgotten" why they were urgently dispatched here, only remembering that it was a "rapid response drill to unexplained noises" or "assisting in handling a potential traffic accident hazard."
Everything made perfect sense.
The sirens stopped.
Police began directing traffic and helping the "frightened" citizens, who themselves didn't quite remember what had frightened them, but no one seemed confused.
"Coo coo coo~"
The armored personnel carrier slowly reversed and drove away. The chaos on the Street evaporated and dissipated quickly, like dew under the sun. People resumed their normal walking, talking, and shopping. Occasionally, someone would glance at the three people standing in the middle of the Street, but would only think that they were probably just passersby talking or passengers waiting for a taxi.
so.
People quickly looked away.
In less than a minute, the Street seemed to have been completely "reset" by an invisible hand. Sunlight shone on the spotless shop windows and neat paving stones, and vehicles began to move slowly again, while pedestrians came and went in droves.
The breathtaking magical battle, the terrifying Magic Power pressure, the deadly aftershocks, the magnificent restoration magic, and the ensuing standoff between the military and police...
At this very moment.
Everything was erased and replaced from the memories of all Muggle, leaving no trace.
"It can actually be like this? Memory Charm? My God!"
silence.
Only three people remained who "remembered" the silence that followed.
Jorkins stared dumbfounded at the "normal" scene and crowd around him, then looked at Ian, who was still calmly raising his hand. His mouth was agape, wide enough to fit a Dragon Egg.
"As expected! He's a terrifying Wizard!"
He had heard of the Mass Memory Charm, but one of such scale, such precision, such effortless execution, and such complete effectiveness... he had never heard of anything like it! What terrifying Magic Power control and Mental Power did it require? Just who was this young man before him?!
Even Jorkins is like this.
The Death Eater's horror reached its peak!
He witnessed firsthand how Ian effortlessly "modified" the reality perception of the entire street of Muggle! Such extensive manipulation of memories and minds could never be performed so easily, on such a wide scale, or with such "clean" results by his most feared master, Voldemort! This goes beyond mere "powerful"!
This is almost... divine power!
"How could he be so young, so powerful, like a god walking among men?" Fear, like a cold, venomous snake, gripped his heart completely.
He knew he had to leave immediately!
At all costs!
"Beep beep beep~"
"Selling baked bread!"
The clamor of the Muggle World has returned to the background noise of "normal".
This only served to accentuate the deathly silence and tension between the three. The sunlight slanted in, casting long shadows on the Street, Reparo. "Who is he?!" Jorkins remained slumped on the ground, his mind blank, instinctively staring in awe at Ian's back, even his breathing was cautious.
"I have to run! I have to run! He's the White Wizard! He's saving those Muggle! He'll kill me!" The Death Eater's pupils shrank to dangerous pinpoints, his adrenaline surged, and his survival instinct overwhelmed everything.
He stared intently at Ian, leaning back slightly, the veins on the back of his hand gripping the wand bulging.
"Can't beat them at all!"
The Death Eater was mad, not stupid. He knew that any words were powerless in the face of the opponent's absolute strength. His only chance was to escape! Immediately!
In his view, such a large-scale Memory Charm must have consumed a lot of energy, so he might have a moment of respite while Ian had just finished casting a large-scale spell!
This thought came to mind.
Without further hesitation, the Death Eater even forgot to exchange harsh words or glances, and frantically poured the remaining Magic Power in his body into his wand, pointing it at his feet.
He intended to use Apparition— his target was a pre-selected, nearest safe house!
"Phantom Appearance"
However.
The incantation was only half uttered.
Ian didn't even turn to look at him. He simply raised his left index finger and, with utmost casualness, drew it downwards in the direction of the Death Eater. The movement was as light as brushing away a spider's web.
But with this seemingly casual stroke, the space around the Death Eater suddenly "froze"!
It was as if an invisible, indestructible layer of transparent amber had instantly formed, sealing him and the teleportation magic he was trying to activate within it. "No!"
The Death Eater felt his connection to the surrounding Magic Power and space being forcibly severed and suppressed by a higher, more domineering will. The spatial distortion light that had just lit up the tip of his wand went out like a candle flickering in the wind, and the surging Magic Power within him felt as if it had crashed into an invisible Wall of Sighs! It rebounded violently!
The shock made his internal organs churn, and he felt a sweet taste in his throat, almost vomiting blood.
He didn't even care about his injuries.
I am filled with utter despair!
The transfer failed!
And it was blocked so easily and so thoroughly!
Who is this?!
Dumbledore those years!