The Deaths of Stark and Picquery

Mera Picquery sat in the execution chair, staring down at the scene:

The image swirls in the medicine: her parents, her young brother... the whole family is there.

Then comes the scene of him entering school at age eleven, joining Ilvermorny; graduating and meeting Professor Targaryen; entering the Magical Congress and becoming a young Auror; and in the United Kingdom, meeting Stark and Granger for the first time...

Mera was about to enter the water, but she was completely unaware of it. She was just staring at the pool with a longing smile on her face.

A sharp scream suddenly rang out from afar.

Just as Graves was about to leave, he looked up into the corridor and saw a black figure Accio straight towards him at an astonishing speed.

The cry, like a morning bell, startled Mera, jolting her awake from her reverie.

She suddenly screamed.

The black potion of death boiled, creating high waves that enveloped Mera, who was sitting in the chair, almost swallowing her whole.

Mera stood up, trying to escape, and nearly fell in her haste. She desperately tried to maintain her balance.

The eagle flapped its wings rapidly and flew straight into the execution hall, heading towards the pool.

Graves raised his wand, a flash of light passing by. But the eagle was too fast, and the shot went wide.

The magnificent bird of prey swooped down from the sky, landing on the water's surface amidst a whirlwind. It opened its massive steel claws and firmly clamped down on the terrified Mera.

At that moment, the boiling, surging potion was only inches away from her!

William flew with Mera to the shore. After they landed, just as the girl was about to speak, he flicked his wand, and the light struck her between the eyebrows.

Mera immediately fainted. William caught her, half-embracing her, and began to examine the girl's body.

William was so famous that people were familiar not only with his experiences but also with his various magical abilities.

For example, the form of the Animagus.

Therefore, turning into a sea eagle has already revealed a lot of information.

William has knocked Mera unconscious, so he won't need to alter her memories too much in a short time.

Unlike Bertha Jorkins, she won't suffer any lasting effects or have her problems discovered.

William was meticulous in his work, preferring to leave no room for error rather than to make any mistakes.

When dealing with Tom, no oversight can be tolerated.

Graves looked at William, pondering the eagle he had just seen, his expression filled with doubt and surprise.

He asked warily, "How did you find this place?"

William, of course, relied on Newt's Niffler to track him all the way here.

Niffler, forever a god!

However, William did not reply.

While keeping a wary eye on Graves, he finished examining Mera's body and began altering her memories.

"Don't worry, I'm just channeling the power of the Obscurus into her body."

Grave didn't act immediately; he wanted to get more information out of her.

He smiled and said:

"That power hasn't spread, so she won't die for now. But given enough time, things might change."

Only I can now separate the Obscurus, but you need to answer a few questions for me.

William sneered, "It's clearly a method your father stole from Newt, and now it's become your unique skill?"

How shameless!

Graves's face darkened, and he narrowed his eyes:

"You know a lot."

"These are easy to investigate," William chuckled. "Your plan has too many flaws; it's riddled with loopholes."

You're just as stupid as your father.

No wonder Grindelwald chose to capture your father, transform into his likeness, and infiltrate the Magical Congress back then.

"And..." William continued sarcastically.

"Your Graves Family, clearly descendants of twelve Auror, have turned out to be traitors and have long been Scourers."

"What do you know?!" Graves's anger suddenly erupted, catching him completely off guard.

"This world should be ruled by wizards. My ancestors protected this land, eliminated those Fantastic Beasts, and protected Muggle."

They established the Magical Congress, even before the Muggle government!

With a International Statute of Secrecy in place, wizards were like rats, hiding in the shadows.

If this continues, wizards will perish sooner or later.

Graves said indignantly:

"My ancestors recognized this long ago. By upholding the legacy of the ruins and deliberately exposing the magical world, I also forced wizards and Muggle to go to war."

William mocked:

"So, you're taking revenge on Picquery for opposing Obscurus's plans back then?"

"This is the punishment their family deserves." Graves clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his angry fingers dug into his skin.

"Who exactly are you?" he asked. "Why are you Animagus, and a sea eagle at that?"

William's lips curled into a smile. Having corrected his memory, he stood up and said:

"Don't you already have the answer?"

Graves glanced sideways at the relaxed-looking young man, his mind already in turmoil.

Even someone as knowledgeable as myself was utterly astonished.

Is this young wizard really Stark?!

However, countless pieces of evidence show that although the two look alike, they are not the same person!

Graves's face was gloomy, and he remained silent for a moment, his thoughts unreadable.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Then I'm even more curious about your purpose."

The infamous Stark had actually gone into hiding several years ago, using a different identity and hiding in Ilvermorny.

What exactly do you want?!

William smiled and said, "For a greater purpose."

Before he could finish speaking, Graves, showing no regard for martial ethics, raised his hand and fired a spell.

The thin, eerie green light, moving so rapidly, writhed in the air like a young green snake, creating subtle arcs.

As the Director of Magical Security, his status is equivalent to that of the Head of the Auror Office... Graves's strength is quite good.

But William neither dodged nor avoided it, and stood quietly in place.

As the light drew near, he seemingly casually reached out, but with skill and daring, he lightly tapped the tip of his wand, directly imprisoning the green snake.

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But the lingering magic of the spell itself still drives it to vibrate and tremble.

William flicked his wand, and the green light instantly subsided.

The next moment, a brilliant light erupted, expanding three or four times larger, and shot towards Graves at an even faster speed.

Graves was greatly alarmed.

No matter how amazing the newspapers describe him, you can only truly understand how outrageous this young wizard is by seeing it for yourself...

That's incredible!

Graves dared not be careless. He spread his arms wide, preparing to counter the spell and then take the opportunity to escape.

William gripped his wand, pointed it at Graves, and took a small step forward.

There was no particularly impressive aura, nor any complex incantations.

Even his previous stance and subsequent step were very casual and unrestrained, showing no trace of a master's demeanor.

However, Graves still staggered back several meters, his face pale.

William pressed his advantage, unleashing a series of spells that caused Graves to cough up a mouthful of blood.

He was nearly knocked into the pool, and just as he was about to get up with difficulty, another curse struck his face.

His face was a bloody mess, barely alive, on the verge of death.

Graves wasn't dead yet, but he knew that this young wizard simply wanted to capture him to obtain information about the Scourers.

He lay beside the medicine, looking up at the sky, and suddenly grinned.

The appearance of Stark... was indeed an unexpected surprise.

But after preparing for this plan for so long, did he really think he only had Mera as a backup plan?

In an instant, though his consciousness began to blur, he remembered his father, the Scourers, and... the cowardly wizards.

"You willful, ignorant wizards! Don't you see the future, don't you understand my purpose, and that all of this was inevitable?" Graves muttered to himself.

"I will sacrifice myself; I am willing... to extinguish your last vestiges of cowardice with the destruction of my body."

I pray that the wizard will remember my name... not as a terrible sinner, not as someone who destroyed New York, though.

Rather, he was a glorious the Chosen One...

In a final burst of lucidity, Graves mustered his last strength and laughed maniacally:

"Ha ha, enjoy death, Stark. You can't save anything, neither New York nor those Muggle."

You yourself are destined to be buried here...

Graves roared and jumped into the potion.

After a burst of bubbles, he disappeared completely.

William was also stunned.

He hadn't expected Graves to be so resolute in order to avoid being caught.

Wrong!

His mind was racing, and his face instantly darkened.

What does it mean that nothing can save them?

Damn it!

Graves definitely planted Obscurus not only in Mera's body... but also in his own!

If the plan goes smoothly, Graves can naturally escape and then remove the Obscurus from his body.

If Mera's plan fails, he's prepared to be the human bomb himself!

But Graves had already jumped in.

Given the rate at which the body is dissolving, William can now turn around and leave with Mera, and they should be able to escape the Capitol Building.

But the outcome remained the same: New York was doomed...

"Ha ha, enjoy your death, Stark! You can't save anything, you're destined to be buried here..."

William stood by the pool, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, Mera, who had been knocked unconscious, was gradually regaining consciousness.

"Where's Graves?" she asked quickly, looking at William after she stood up.

"She just jumped." William looked at her calmly.

"What, what about Obscurus?"

"There's one inside Graves too, it'll explode in a few minutes and destroy New York," William replied.

Mera was pale, her nerves were on edge, and she almost collapsed from extreme shock and despair.

William remained calm. He stared at Mera and asked softly:

"Are you willing to believe me?"

Mera stared blankly at William.

These past few days, she'd felt that Professor Targaryen was acting differently than before.

It's still that same face... but it seems even more captivating now.

She stared blankly for a few seconds, then nodded vigorously.

William gracefully extended his hand, Mera grasped tightly.

He took her hand and led her to the medicine.

To Mera's horror, William, with her in tow, leaped into the potion of death!

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