Mobilization (Part One)

On Azkaban Island, a scene begins to appear on Ryan's television.

Every action, dialogue, and even tone of voice was perfectly synchronized.

Soon, the moment arrived at which Ryan deliberately interrupted the conversation.

"Isn't 7 the most magical number?"

I have said that my power resides within the Dark Mark.

At that time, all you need to do is—"Voldemort paused, "... just call my name."

My name—Flying Over Death—is the shortest and strongest curse.

You will understand then.

What is power?

What truly constitutes invincibility?

"We have no rivals ahead!"

"But..." Old Mulciber raised his hand tremblingly.

"Huh?" Voldemort's blood-red eyes widened as if he were behind a fogged glass.

An overwhelming, terrifying pressure, accompanied by the wails of the dead, pressed down on old Mulciber.

He's now contemplating murder.

If it weren't for his obsessive-compulsive disorder, which necessitates having seven subordinates to support his power.

Old Mulciber is presumably dead.

Old Mulciber naturally understood this as well.

But for his son's sake, he decided to ask the question anyway.

So even though he was pressed against the stone slab with his mouth pressed against the ground, he still managed to say with difficulty, "Master, we don't have any wands."

A wizard without a wand is a useless bum.

This is common knowledge in the Wizarding World.

Only a few wizards can reverse it.

Even the Africa Uagadou who use fingers or gestures to cast spells are only using minor tricks.

It can only deal with ordinary life forms that are physically weak.

It's of little use to Care of Magical Creatures with powerful bodies or unique structures that are immune to swords.

It only catches wizards with wands off guard.

The real showdown comes down to their unique local Transfiguration to transform themselves into elephants or cheetahs, which are resistant to spells.

So, when old Mulciber said this,

Even Travers, the most insane of them all, whose smile froze as he dreamed of collecting several wizard heads.

He chimed in, "Master, shall we head to Diagon Alley and steal a few wands?"

"Foolish! Do you think I wouldn't have thought of that?" Voldemort said, but he withdrew his magical pressure.

Old Mulciber, supported by his son, sat cross-legged on the ground.

"With my power, the wand is not necessary."

But considering that one of your opponents is me...

Forget about Diagon Alley.

As I said, we just need to wait here for our guests to arrive.

As for wands—you should be glad you didn't use them as firewood.

Voldemort waved his hand. "Now is the time to witness a miracle."

The Death Eaters were a little confused; what did they mean?

But the next second, they understood.

In the air, a large handful of wands, broken by various accidents, appeared before them.

It was suspended in mid-air.

A black, turbid stream flowed out from the void and disappeared into the fracture.

The exposed, dark red dragon tendons gradually turned blood red.

Green Mars flew as they chased the tip of the stick.

The wands were reconnected and flew back to their respective owners.

Travers eagerly brandished his wand, "Renewal Preservation!"

A blue light emanated from the tip of his staff and shot towards Little Crouch.'s side, where an irregularly shaped, round object— Barty Crouch.'s head.

Her skin, which had turned pale from lack of magical protection for so long, suddenly regained a faint pink hue.

It felt like he would open his eyes and resume breathing at any moment.

"Thank you," Little Crouch said, then looked at Voldemort. "Master, look! My father's head!"

I killed him! For your sake!

"Oh, I recognize you." Voldemort yawned lazily.

"Now that I have a wand, I'm going to use voodoo magic to refine it."

It will definitely become a very powerful Dark Magic item.

"Go! I'm pleased." Voldemort nodded.

Little Crouch. stood up, bowed, and walked out of the room with his head in his hand.

It disappeared into the darkness.

"Me too! My sister Andromeda is still alive!"

"Hmm. Narcissa too! Her husband betrayed us!" Bellatrix raised her hand.

Like a child waiting to be praised and receive candy.

"You will have your chance. For too long, many of our oldest families have become a little sick," Voldemort said.

Bellatrix held her breath and stared at him earnestly.

"You have to prune the branches and leaves to keep it healthy, don't you?"

Cut off those parts that threaten overall health.

In your family, throughout the world... we must gouge out the festering sores that plague us, until only pure-blooded wizards remain..."

"Yes, Master." Bellatrix's wand sparked with pale white Spark as her master became excited.

Rodolphus ignored his wife.

Instead, he casually waved his wand, turning the Cockroach Clusters in front of him into a sizzling, oily skewer of meat.

He put it in his mouth and asked, "Is there anything else we need to do?"

"You guys?" Voldemort waved his hand dismissively. "If there's nothing else, get some sleep."

Prepare for tomorrow.

Oh, right!

Change into a decent robe.

You now have wands.

I certainly don't want to arrive at Hogwarts after the victory, and meet your juniors in this same state.

"Sleep?" Bellatrix's eyes lit up.

She 'accidentally' revealed her collarbone to Voldemort.

At the same time, she gestured to the others to leave the room quickly.

Voldemort called out to Travers and the others who were about to leave the room.

"You can stop now. I'm not in the mood."

Now, Voldemort is spouting nonsense, claiming that his bad mood is the reason.

Bella's eyes dimmed.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

Cold white flames spread throughout the Great Hall, including but not limited to the long tables and benches.

Meanwhile, the Great Hall became very crowded.

The Triwizard Tournament already added three extra long tables.

Now there are two more.

The extra students' parents took up those spaces.

Because Lily was on the teacher's desk above.

Petunia sat uneasily with Mrs. Weasley.

After a hearty meal and drinks.

Dumbledore stood up. "Have you all eaten and drunk your fill?"

You should all know from various sources what kind of activities we will be holding in July.

And tomorrow, July 1st.

We will begin promoting the event.

What you all need to do is to cast War Magic on the four volunteers again, according to the school's division.

We will compare and verify the magical energy possessed by volunteers under the scrutiny of education authorities in various countries.

To prepare for the allocation of educational resources in the upcoming alliance.

The school's professors will guide you along the way.

You will need to use group magic multiple times this time.

The volunteers were myself, Professor Buck (Grindelwald's public name), Professor Tom Riddle, and Harry Potter.

After the first blessing, we will go to the Ministry of Magic.

Conduct a test.