A Century-Defining Explosion

Tom crushed the cup in his hand. Tea spilled at his feet, and though it and the shards vanished the next second, it at least silenced the entire living room.

He stared at Dumbledore and asked amiably, "Does the Order of the Phoenix have that many people?"

Dumbledore smiled, warming the atmosphere that had gradually turned chilly. "Several new members joined today. We simply didn't have time to inform you. Please forgive my oversight, Tom."

"Death Eaters spotted, over." The puppet used a two-way mirror as a walkie-talkie.

"Received. Reinforcements are in position, over." Yue Mi stood by Muya's feet, stuffing a gleaming pearl into her little pouch.

Behind her stood two rows of wizards.

They were stationed along the only route to Hogwarts, waiting quietly for that noseless Voldemort.

Ms. Mu watched the group of black-robed wizards pursuing them from behind, thrilled. "Hahaha, I never thought I'd actually get to take part in this war one day."

The puppet calmly maneuvered the aircraft around several curses. "Ms. Mu, restrain yourself a little. Be careful not to get thrown out."

"Relax. Good thing we deleted your fear-of-heights bug from the system, or I wouldn't be able to enjoy this speed and thrill." Ms. Mu's golden hair streamed in the wind, making her seem especially unreal.

Ms. Mu's existence felt like nothing more than an illusion to them...

The puppet found herself lost in thought.

It was not until a branch from a nearby tree was blasted off and landed on the aircraft, and Ms. Mu turned around to wave it while cursing the Death Eaters in Chinese they could not understand, that the puppet's lips curled slightly.

"What a bunch of lunatics," Ms. Mu remarked after she finished cursing.

Suddenly, Voldemort Apparated in front of them and began wasting breath.