At the homes of many national leaders.
Wizard have never been a secret.
However, most of the higher-ups did not take Wizard seriously enough, and some leaders of America even thought that Wizard were nothing more than a group of circus clowns who knew some magic tricks.
Now, the Death Eater ' actions have proven the Wizard ' power. Although they are physically weak, in the face of magic, technology seems like a joke.
"How so."
The Prime Minister's heart was in turmoil. The Chief of the Defense Staff, sitting below him, a gray-haired veteran of many wars, was equally ashen-faced. He slowly removed his glasses, wiping the lenses with trembling hands, as if this action could help him process what he had just witnessed. "What... what was that?"
No one could answer him.
Finally, the Prime Minister spoke with difficulty, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible. "Contact... contact those people... those... Ministry of Magic people. Tell them, whatever agreements or rules existed before... we need help! Immediately!"
Meanwhile, in another part of London, inside the Ministry of Magic's Emergency Response Hall, chaos reigned.
The red glow of an emergency alarm flashed in the hall, Owl and Guardian Spirit Accio like snowflakes, bringing increasingly alarming news: "Urgent contact from the Muggle Prime Minister's office! A large-scale supernatural conflict has broken out in East London! Muggle troops have intervened and suffered heavy losses!" "Urgent notification from the International Wizarding Union! An unknown force is openly using mass-destructive magic in Muggle territory! Suspected Death Eater group action!"
News has arrived from St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries! Numerous Muggle casualties have been reported!! We request immediate intervention from the Ministry of Magic!
Minister Fudge stood pale and helpless on the platform, listening to the chaotic reports from his subordinates. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his voice completely drowned out by the noise.
Finally, he slammed his fist on the table and roared with all his might, " Auror! Mobilize all available Auror! Get to the scene immediately! Control the situation! Protect the Muggle! And... contact Dumbledore! Who can contact Dumbledore?!"
The Auror filed out, the sounds of Apparition echoing throughout. However, when the first Auror arrived at the scene, what awaited them was not a "situation" they could control, but a deeper despair. There was no way around it; the first Auror had barely Apparition to the edge of the night market ruins when, before they could even form ranks, they were met with an overwhelming barrage of Dark Magic attacks.
" Crucio!"
" Confringo!"
Avada Kedavra!
A ghastly green light wove a web of death in the night, and several Auror at the forefront were struck before they could even raise their wands, falling to the ground with screams of agony.
This is war.
Some died on the spot, while others convulsed and writhed in Crucio torture, uttering inhuman screams.
"Scatter! Scatter! Find cover!" Scrimgeour, the Head of the Auror Office, roared, waving his wand repeatedly to deflect several spells aimed at him. His eyes, sharp as a hawk's, scanned the dark battlefield, trying to find a way out.
But he soon discovered that this was not a battle at all, but a massacre.
The number of Death Eater far exceeded expectations, and their combat power was stronger than ever before in any conflict! Those strange Magic Power Fluctuation and those protective methods that distorted space rendered the spells that the Auror were so proud of completely ineffective—the Cutting Curse was deflected by the invisible barrier, the Stunning Spell was swallowed up and disappeared, and even the Killing Curse could not penetrate the distorted domain around some of the Death Eater!
"These people... something's wrong!" an Auror cried out in alarm, "My spells aren't hitting them!"
His response was a beam of green light shooting from the side. As he fell, his face was frozen in disbelief and horror.
More Auror arrived, but they too fell one after another. Like moths to a flame, they were completely swallowed by the darkness.
And those many more Horcrux Clone hidden in the shadows finally began to reveal themselves.
An aged man in a black robe, another Horcrux Clone of Tom Riddle, from Marvolo Gaunt's Ring —he slowly emerged from the shadows.
The man raised his hand and waved it lightly, and an invisible Magic Power Fluctuation spread out, causing all the Auror who were fighting the Death Eater to feel their wands tremble violently.
It looked like it was about to fly out of my grasp!
" Expelliarmus!" Several Auror instinctively cast Disarming Charm, but the spells struck the old man as if hitting a phantom, passing right through his body without any effect.
The old man smiled slightly, and with a flick of his fingers, all the Auror wands flew from their hands, landing amidst the Death Eater ' encirclement! "Not one!"
"What do we do without a wand?!"
Amidst screams of terror, the Death Eater pounced like a pack of wolves. The Auror, without wands, were like lambs to the slaughter before the wand-wielding, powerful Death Eater.
One after another, green lights flashed, and one figure after another fell.
That was the most elite force of the British Ministry of Magic, highly trained and battle-hardened Wizard. But now, they lay fallen like harvested wheat amidst the ruins.
Scrimgeour watched this scene in despair, gripping his wand tightly, preparing to cast a final, potentially fatal, spell. But just as he raised his hand, a hand reached out from behind and gently pressed down on his shoulder.
He turned around and saw a young and handsome face—it was another Horcrux Clone, Tom from the Hufflepuff's Cup.
"Good night, Auror." Young Tom smiled, his scarlet eyes reflecting Scrimgeour's terrified face.
Then, a green light appeared.
Scrimgeour fell.
The entire Auror force was wiped out.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, the duel between Grindelwald and young Tom had reached its most dangerous juncture.
Grindelwald was panting, looking disheveled. His robes were torn in several places, and his silver hair clung messily to his sweat-dampened forehead. His Magic Power was nearly depleted, and the stolen wand had completely lost its obedience to him, trembling violently in his hand as if it might fly out at any moment, or even turn against him.
Young Tom, however, remained calm and composed, even showing a hint of disappointment.
"It's over, Mr. Grindelwald," Tom said softly. The " Void Domain " once again spread out from beneath his feet, its black tentacles like a swarm of hungry snakes, slowly approaching Grindelwald. "You were indeed a worthy opponent. Unfortunately... times have changed." Grindelwald took a step back, then another, but behind him lay collapsed ruins, a dead end with nowhere to retreat.
Those black tentacles were getting closer and closer...
He could sense that once touched by those tentacles, his body, his soul, and his very existence would be completely "returned" to the void—an end more thorough than death.
Countless complex emotions flashed in his heterochromatic eyes—resentment, anger, regret, and a hint of... mockery of Destiny. Once upon a time, he, Grindelwald, was a figure who stirred up the winds and waves of the world, but now, he was to die at the hands of a junior's "avatar," on this filthy Muggle ruin.
The tentacles almost touched his toes.
At this very moment
He suddenly looked up, his strange gaze passing over Tom, over the dark battlefield, over the countless fallen corpses, and landing on a distant corner he had been deliberately ignoring, yet could never completely ignore.
There, a young man with black hair still stood quietly.
It did not move an inch from beginning to end.
He never used any magic throughout the entire process.
From beginning to end, it watched all of this silently, like a forgotten ghost.
Grindelwald didn't know why he wasn't intervening, what his purpose was, or even whether he was friend or foe. But he knew that in this desperate moment, if anyone could change everything...
Only him.
Only the " Raven," ignored by Voldemort, overlooked by the Death Eater, and almost forgotten by himself.
With his last ounce of strength, Grindelwald roared. His voice was hoarse and aged, yet it carried an unprecedented plea, a plea that relinquished all pride and arrogance.
" Ian... Prince!"
His voice echoed above the ruins, drowning out the screams, laughter, and explosions in the distance, reaching the black-haired young man's ears clearly. "I know you've been watching! I know you have the power to change all of this!"
"These Muggle, these Auror, and this old man on his deathbed—we can't hold them off!"
Ian Kent
"You must reverse all of this..." Grindelwald's heterochromatic eyes flashed intensely, finally transforming into a soul-piercing shout, "Correct history!"
The moment the words left his mouth, young Tom's " Void Domain " finally touched Grindelwald's body. Those black, all-consuming tentacles wrapped around his ankles and spread upwards along his calves—however, the anticipated "return to the void" did not occur.
Yes, nothing happened.
Grindelwald stood frozen, looking down at the black tentacles that were wrapped around him. They wriggled and coiled like real, living things, yet... they had no real effect. His body remained intact, his consciousness remained clear, and there was no sign that his existence had been "devoured." The smile on young Tom's face froze.
He suddenly raised his hand, channeling more chaotic Magic Power Injection the " Void Domain." The black tentacles became denser and more active, frantically tearing at Grindelwald's body—but no matter how hard they Hard Work, Grindelwald remained standing there unharmed, not even a tear in the hem of his clothes.
"I see!"
Grindelwald seemed to realize something.
"This... how is this possible?!" Tom's voice lost its composure for the first time, carrying a hint of barely concealed panic.
Just then
"I'm here, I've always been here."
Ian showed off.
Then.
The entire world around them began to distort and shatter like Mirror Flower, Water Moon. The corpses lying in the open, the collapsed stalls, the burning wreckage of armored vehicles, the pervasive stench of blood—everything was becoming blurred and transparent at a visible speed, and then quietly dissolving like mist blown away by the wind.
A Death Eater looked down at his hand, the wand he was clutching tightly twisting and Transfiguration until it finally turned into an ordinary... tree branch.
"My wand?! How did my wand turn into a tree branch?!"
Another Death Eater looked around in horror. The Muggle corpses that had just been lying on the ground, killed by their own hands, had all vanished, leaving only empty Street and the cold moonlight. The bloodstains, the shrill screams, and the frenzied slaughter seemed like a vivid nightmare.
"Where are they?! Where are the Muggle?!"
"What on earth is going on?!"
Several of Tom's Horcrux Clone were also shocked and bewildered. Old Tom looked down at his hands, which had just been able to unleash the " Void Domain," but were now empty, with not even a trace of Magic Power Fluctuation remaining in his palms. Young Tom's face was ashen. He turned abruptly and looked at the black-haired young man who had been standing quietly in the distance.
Ian Prince remained standing, his face calm as still water. His deep, pool-like eyes reflected the empty Street, the panicked Death Eater, and the several Horcrux Clone clones with grim expressions.
His right hand had been raised at some point, and a seemingly ordinary magic wand was held in his slender fingertips.
At the tip of the wand, a faint, almost invisible wisp of silver light was slowly dissipating.
That was... the light of the illusion dispelled.
Everything—that horrific massacre, the flames from the crashing fighter jets, the Auror, Grindelwald's despair at being cornered—was all an illusion.
When did it start?
Was it from the moment Voldemort appeared? Or even earlier? From the moment Ian first raised his hand and created that imperceptible "ripple"? Nobody knows.
But now, the truth is laid bare before everyone:
The Street were deserted.
The moonlight was cold and desolate.
Ruthless mockery.
The Death Eater were just slaughtering thin air; their proud sense of triumph was nothing more than an illusion conjured up by others.
Their self-satisfied power was like child's play in front of that dark-haired young man.
"You... it's you!" Young Tom turned around abruptly, his scarlet eyes fixed on Ian, filled with disbelief, shock, fury at being tricked, and a hint of fear that even he himself was unwilling to admit...
"You've been playing us for a fool from the very beginning?! You're behind all this?!"
The other Horcrux Clone also gathered around, their faces equally grim.
Old Tom, Golden Cup Tom, and even two clones who had been hiding in the shadows all revealed themselves and surrounded Ian.
"An illusion that could fool all of us?!" Tom's voice trembled uncontrollably. "This is impossible! How could our senses, our Magic Power, be deceived by a mere illusion?!"
"Unless..." Old Tom narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in his crimson pupils, "Unless the caster's Magic Power power far surpasses ours."
As soon as the words were spoken, the expressions of the several Horcrux Clone changed simultaneously.
They raised their hands almost simultaneously, channeling all their Magic Power to launch a fierce attack on Ian!
Old Tom's " Tearing Curse," Golden Cup Tom's " Devouring Vortex," Young Tom's " Void Domain," and the various Dark Magic cast by the other two clones transformed into five different colored but equally deadly torrents of Magic Power, pouring towards Ian from different angles!