chsdbacks Chapter 262 The Great Adventure of "Mouse" ~ First Chapter of the School Year, Let's
Chapter 262 The Great Adventure of "Mouse" ~ First Chapter of the School Year, Let's
Chapter 263 The Great Adventure of "Mouse" ~ First drawing of the new semester, let's start with Mad-Eyes!
After Harry's explanation...
Sirius finally understood what had happened:
"You said you dreamt that Voldemort and Mr. Lamp teamed up to kill Ethan next semester?"
Sirius tensed up when he uttered the words "Voldemort".
A look of resentment appeared on his face.
Harry nodded frantically, his heart pounding with anxiety.
Sirius: "Understood. I will tell Dumbledore. Don't worry."
As he spoke, Sirius patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly.
Then, changing the subject, she asked with a hint of doubt:
"But you're the savior, aren't you? Why did Voldemort target Ethan?"
Harry fell silent.
Scenes of anger flashed through my mind.
"Perhaps...it's related to the fact that Ethan used mental attacks."
Harry said dryly.
Sirius looked even more confused.
"And who is this 'Mr. Lamp'? I've never heard of him before!"
It seems to have happened while he was in prison.
The world slapped Harry and Voldemort away and appointed a new son—no, a new savior, just like the Dark Lord.
Why does everything feel so unfamiliar?!
Harry: "Oh, Mr. Lamp opened the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts last year and blew up the castle."
"It seems that the minister at the time, Fauci, did his best to suppress it, which is why it wasn't made public."
Sirius: ? ?
"No, it's okay, don't worry!"
"This year, we absolutely will not allow 'Mr. Lamp' to sneak into the school and cause trouble again!"
Sirius said confidently, flashing a bright white smile.
"Because this year, we have the strongest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor!"
Two days later.
late at night.
Mad-Eye Moody's residence, on a distant hillside.
"You're saying that capturing Mad-Eyed Man doesn't require your direct involvement at all? Just sending your men would suffice?"
Barty the Younger raised his eyebrows high.
His eyes were fixed on Mr. Lamp beside him, and he hissed as he scraped his lips.
"How arrogant... Mad-Eye is inherently suspicious; he's laid countless traps inside and outside the house!"
Even myself, who was granted power by the Dark Lord.
We can't be absolutely certain either!
"The house was set with a trap...: ...It's that simple."
Ethan leisurely flipped through his fingers.
"Since breaking out is difficult, let Mad-Eye Man run out on his own."
"All you need is... one 'little mouse'."
The words fell.
With a flick of his wrist, Ethan produced a rectangular card that appeared between his fingers.
It carried a faint smell of rust.
The evil magic flowing out made Little Barty take a few more glances.
Ethan: "Mad Eyes stayed inside because he felt safe there."
"I want him to come out on his own..."
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"Then just make him feel that the house is no longer safe."
Little Barty scoffed, "Easier said than done."
—Ever since this "Mr. Lamp" arrived uninvited.
All of his and the Dark Lord's plans were thrown into chaos.
original.
Lord Voldemort wanted to wait until after the Quidditch World Cup.
Then they targeted Mad-Eye Man.
However, Mr. Deng said:
"If we intervene before the World Cup, even if it causes any trouble, the Ministry of Magic will try to downplay it in order to quell the situation."
"On the contrary, it is the best time to make a move."
This novel perspective silenced Voldemort completely.
You seem to be a little too skilled.
then.
This led to the current operation.
Little Barty stared at Ethan from the shadows.
he knows.
This capture of Mad-Eyes was also a test by the master of "Mr. Lamp".
If "Mr. Lamp" fails.
That would allow us to legitimately exclude him from the plan, which would be even safer.
At worst, they can just change the meeting point.
Ethan: "By the way, you shouldn't go either. My subordinates aren't all on my side. Ha, afraid I'll steal the credit, huh?"
Barty interrupted Ethan, laughing as he waved his wand and cast an illusion spell on himself.
The figure gradually disappeared from the spot.
In the end, what remained was that smiling face:
"Anyway, I'll catch Mad-Eye! That will prove you're of no use to us."
Done.
Then it completely disappeared.
"...My subordinates are somewhat unable to distinguish between friend and foe."
Ethan finished the second half of the sentence.
Watching the footprints quickly disappear into the night, he couldn't help but sigh softly.
"You're really impatient. Are you so eager to appreciate my art?"
Ethan looked at the newly drawn painting in his hand and said softly:
"Go...: The Rats in the Wall, let's break this dull and mundane night with our wonderful art."
Wearing it tightly.
The card transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the small house standing in the distance.
of course.
Do not worry.
Their esteemed former Auror Mad-Eye will be fine.
after all.
I am a kind and warm-hearted person.
In order to infiltrate the enemy camp, he had no choice but to endure humiliation and disguise himself.
Ethan grinned with delight.
Suddenly, I realized that this summer vacation has become much more fun. (Crazy Eyes House)
Bedroom, on the bed.
With a "glug" sound.
Moody's magic eye suddenly turned.
The blue pupils, like a 360° detector, rumbled around in the eye sockets.
Others would find it disgusting and terrifying.
However, only Moody knew exactly how many times this old man had saved him.
this time.
No exception.
A little mouse has come in.
The next second after the magic eye rotated.
Moody then pulled out the wand that was under his pillow.
He rolled out of bed.
He looked around warily.
"Crunch, crunch, crunch..."
A sound like the scurrying of a gnawed creature came from inside the wall.
But the Demon Eye could not detect even the slightest sign of life.
It was as if it were an inanimate object.
"Beep—beep—"
The peephole on the bedside table was closed.
A crimson light flickered, reflecting off the creaking wall.
"Hmph, playing tricks."
Moody clicked his tongue dismissively and shrugged his face, which looked like a piece of old, rotten wood.
A large piece of flesh is missing from his nose.
These are all marks of the countless battles he has experienced.
This also proves his formidable strength!
Moody held up his wand, his magic eye swirling wildly.
Following the sound of running, the claw-shaped wooden legs scraped against the floor.
He walked out of the bedroom with a limp and a lump in his throat.
Crunch, crunch...
For safety consideration.
Moody has always chosen to live in secluded places.
therefore.
In the quiet of the night.
The sound of running through the wall seemed so abrupt.
—To be pulverized to pieces!
Moody cast a spell!
With a loud crash, the wall collapsed!
Cement and bricks scattered and cracked, billowing smoke and dust.
It was completely empty inside.
The creaking sound stopped for a moment.
Then, the sound rang out from another wall.
"It's a lingering spirit."
A vein bulged on Moody's forehead as he muttered dismissively:
"Hmph! I've been an Auror for so many years, what haven't I seen! Do you really think you can scare me?"
"There's nothing to fear at all."
We arrived at the restroom.
And there.
He saw a mirror, an unfamiliar one.
His figure was reflected on the sink.
It was a woman's dressing mirror.
Obviously, it's impossible for him to be at his house.
The frame and handle are engraved with intricate patterns, giving it an antique feel.
However, its mirror surface was shattered.
The exposed, gaping, pitch-black pieces were revealed.
It's as if the reflected objects are also divided into pieces.
Moody narrowed his eyes.
That eerie mirror gave him a strong sense of unease.
It must be a creation of dark magic.
At times like this, you shouldn't instinctively touch the "click" out of curiosity.
Moody picked up the mirror.
When his gaze fell upon the mirror.
His eye socket suddenly hurt.
It looked as if magma had been poured in.
This pain brought Moody back to his senses!
Oh no! We've fallen into their trap!!
Moody's remaining right eye suddenly contracted, and a layer of white sweat suddenly rose up on his back!
next second.
Before he could throw away the mirror...
Moody saw it in the mirror.
On the gray wall of the washroom behind him.
As if trying to tear apart a barrier in space, countless arms stretched out!