Chapter 334 The Concealed Event
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 334 The Concealed Event
The wizard who called out Dumbledore's name in surprise was probably in his thirties.
His brown-gray big back hair is slightly whitish, and his eyebrows are very thick.
With a Hitler mustache.
Gray striped suit coat, brown red shirt and tie.
All of this grooming was meticulous, almost Muggle-like.
This is very different from his fellow Aurors who come with him, in wizard robes.
"What are you doing here? Albus!"
The wizard had a very stern expression, and he was very wary of Dumbledore in his expression.
"Barty!"
The young version of Dumbledore called out this person's name. Unlike the vigilant and suspicious tone of the wizard named Batty, his words were very joyful.
He came over and showed Barty the ticket for the Muggle Theater in his hand.
"No! I've wanted to watch this very famous Muggle play for a long time. It is said that there is a very famous soprano in it. It's a pity that it was half an hour late because of the Hogwarts Christmas party..."
"Only music and magic are the most wonderful things in life..." he sighed.
When Dumbledore and Batty were talking and discussing.
Snape, who was standing and watching, finally recognized who the wizard in front of him was.
Snape exclaimed, "Isn't this old Barty Crouch's father, Crouch I?"
"It is said that he was the youngest Auror Chief of Staff ever... but it is rumored that he lost his life in an operation to arrest a dark wizard on Christmas night... Could it be this time!"
"Shh!"
Dumbledore next to them pointed to the few people in front, "This is indeed Cratch I, Severus, read on..."
"Barty! Is something going on here?"
The young version of Dumbledore turned his head frequently to stare at the theater behind Barty Crutch I, and said anxiously, seeing how eager he was to get rid of the current situation and enjoy the show.
"Albus, the Ministry of Magic has detected a suspicious change in magic power, like the first time a little wizard's magic power has lost control... But since several of the same things have happened in this place... and this is a place where a large number of Muggles gather in London, the Ministry thinks that there may be silence or some dark wizard sitting and experimenting... So I came to deal with this matter with a team of Aurors and members of the memory reversal and cancellation work."
"I think you should come again next time! I'm afraid this street will be closed tonight anyway..."
Barty Crouch I ordered unceremoniously to the young version of Dumbledore.
"Director! Here...in this theater!"
This was a young Auror wearing a black robe, holding something like a nautical compass excitedly, and came to the two of them. The brass pointer on it pointed straight to the theater where Dumbledore was about to enter.
There was an old theater on three floors at the corner of the street.
On the exterior wall of gray stone bricks, a huge poster was displayed from the second floor to the top of the building. On it was a red-haired female Muggle with tear moles singing loudly.
Next to it is a Romanesque white marble building of equal height.
The whole building is brightly lit.
History and modern times... two completely different cultural atmospheres merged together...
"Let me take a look..."
Barty Crouch I took out his wand and pointed it at the compass, a ray of light shot out from the brass pointer and shot into the theater.
At this moment, all the shops on the ground and the entire street shook.
The young version of Dumbledore and Barty Crutch looked at each other, and hurriedly led the Aurors into the theater.
The old headmaster Dumbledore explained directly next to McGuffin and the others: "Just now we felt a violent outbreak of magic power. It was only after this incident that the Ministry of Magic and the school improved the magic power detection network to monitor all British little wizards... just to compare and avoid such things from happening. However, after that, there was no such thing in Britain. Instead, several similar incidents happened in the United States and East Asian countries!"
Dumbledore motioned for them to follow into the theater.
Professor Lu Ping asked with a strange face, "What kind of event is it?"
"Go on, Lupine! Be patient and open-minded!"
After that, they followed the Aurors and the young version of Dumbledore to the entrance of the theater singing hall on the second floor.
Push the door to enter.
A stream of heat came blowing towards my face accompanied by a high-pitched singing voice.
Not the heat of a conservatory in winter... but a heat that puts them in the Sahara... that sucks dry, evaporates all the water in their bodies.
And with the euphemism of the high and low tones, the heat wave swept over everyone like a wave of waves...even the MacGuffins who heard this song in their memory.
McGuffin felt that he was sweating profusely, his clothes were sticky to everything, his mouth was dry, and he felt that he was in a sea of sand for a moment, and above his head was the scorching sun that blinded his eyes.
"Rejuvenate!"
"The breeze is blowing!"
After a few spells from the old version of Dumbledore, McGuffin and the others finally woke up.
Lupine took out a worn handkerchief and hurriedly wiped the sweat off his forehead. (Now his hair is almost glued to his scalp, but it's not just him... Even in memory, McGuffin found that all of them except Dumbledore were affected by that song...)
Although they are now awake, McGuffin can still feel the magic power in his body fluctuate and consume rhythmically along with the singing of the actress who is singing a one-act play at the center of the theater... following its rhythm.
He could even feel the passion contained in the female singer's singing...the emotion that was as desperate as flying to the sun.
But... what the hell is going on?
With a hoarse voice, Snape tapped the wall weakly to the side, engrossed in the song (the old version) Dumbledore asked, "What's going on... It's just your memory, isn't it? It almost killed all of us here..."
"Severus, don't worry. You haven't seen all this clearly, observe carefully, keep reading...it will change your perception of all magic. Not to mention this music...it can be said to be the most beautiful singing voice in the world."
McGuffin looked down into the theater below.
Those Aurors who came into this scene earlier were even more trapped in the situation that McGuffin was in just now... Everyone was sweating profusely, as if they were in the scorching heat of August and September.
She stared motionlessly at the female singer in a gorgeous red dress below.
Even the young version of Professor Dumbledore froze in place, but he was a little stronger... momentarily sober, momentarily confused, with a tangled expression on his face.
It can be seen that he is trying to get out of this state.
Barty Cratch I, as well as the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, their magical power emerged from their bodies, burning and fluctuating like flames, continuously consuming.
It didn't look like it would be long before they would be like the Muggles in those seats.
Although it was faint, it was possible to see the thin flames burning on the Muggles, which were fluctuations of magic power (McGuffin heard Snape and Lupine constantly sucking air), and the skin of these Muggles was now dry and wrinkled, as if they lacked water, and felt like dried salted fish.
The Muggles tried their best to open their mouths wide, and it seemed that their jaws were dislocated, but even so, their mouths and faces still made sounds one by one in accordance with the tune of the singing, and coordinated with the guidance of the female singer.
Everyone's pupils and eye sockets are deeply folded and sunk in. If you look a little farther... those Muggles there are like skeletons that have been deprived of flesh and water.
But the undulating chest also means that they are still alive...but they are only alive temporarily!
The theater is oval in shape, with all seats surrounding the lowermost stage.
The place where McGuffin and the others are now is located above, this is the entrance, and it is also the middle of the entire theater.
There are four floors of stands above this, and the upper two floors are the best positions in the whole theater, so they are divided into several smaller private rooms, each of which is separated by a low wooden wall (only reaching the neck of the audience), and behind the partitions is a corridor covered by red curtains.
In addition, the top and bottom are ordinary grandstands. Dozens of seats form a fan-shaped stand like a movie theater, and several fan-shaped stands are arranged to form a layer of stands.
At the top is a circle of resplendent corridors.
All the Muggles leaned forward, lying on their seats like mummies that had lost their moisture, yearning for the singing with fascination.
Their bodies swayed, swaying the flames representing magic power... Together they worshiped the figure on the blue stage at the bottom and listened to the heavenly singing.
At this time, the young version of Dumbledore finally got rid of this situation, his eyes were not in the drunkenness and singing, and he began to relieve the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic from this state.
"Albus! What the hell is this?"
After Barty Crutch was rescued, he could hardly believe what he saw.
a Muggle...
no……
It was all the muggles who were surging with magic power following the singing of the female singer, and the magic contained in it even trapped them, the Aurors, in place, unable to move.
— He had never heard of such a thing.
The young version of Dumbledore's eyes were solemn. After listening to the singing for a while, he followed the singer's singing rhythm and began to wave his wand. The magic power on his body also agitated. In an instant, an extremely intense heat stream shot out from the tip of the wand, brushed past Batty...and fell to the wall behind him.
A few people turned around and looked... The place was dry and dehydrated, and the decorative wooden boards covering the walls were crumpled, as if they had been forcibly dehydrated and dried.
"It seems...the gossip passed down from the wizarding world is true!" The young version of Dumbledore said slowly to Barty Crouch, "I heard that the Department of Mysteries once concealed some incidents... some adult Muggles suddenly awakened and lost control of their magic, leading to unexpected incidents!"
"Go and inform the minister and the staff of the Department of Mysteries!" Dumbledore said, "It seems that this place is completely out of control, and more experienced people must be there to deal with these matters!"
Barty Crutch couldn't believe what he was hearing.
——This is completely different from what is said on the surface of the entire magic world.
He strode back and forth, his eyes rolling in horror, as if someone had shattered his faith.
Barty Crouch roared: "I don't believe it...it must be some dark wizard fooling us, it must be some kind of hallucination...or someone stuffed hallucinations in my brain...Imperius Curse, Fantasy Curse, Confusion Curse...Or some kind of potion that makes people intoxicated!"
"That stand is not a female Muggle but a witch, yes, yes! She is a dark wizard wanted by the Ministry of Magic..."
Batty tried his best to find a reasonable explanation for himself from what he knew.
And the faces of the Aurors next to him who heard everything Dumbledore said were not much better... If they were not so weak that they couldn't even speak normally, they would definitely be similar to Barty Cratch now.
A younger version of Dumbledore waved his wand and summoned his silver phoenix Patronus to inform the Minister of Magic of what had happened here.
Just when Dumbledore in memory relied on his prestige to let other members of the Auror team go to the entire theater and handle every intersection to ensure that no Muggles or people entered or exited the building.
Barty Cratch I finally couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't believe that everything was destroyed by what happened tonight.
"Passed out!"
He took out his wand and fired the [Stunning Curse] towards the center of the stage, and a red light attacked the female singer.
"Mr. Crouch what the hell are you doing!"
Even Dumbledore couldn't have predicted that a talented young man would just collapse.
But before Dumbledore finished speaking, things changed again.
After the red light concentrated on the female singer, a connection was actually established between her and Barty Krach, like a bright tungsten filament of a light bulb.
A flame from the tip of Barty Cratchit's wand connected to the Diva, and then a similar flame to the other Muggles...
One by one, like a fishing net made of flames, all Muggles and Barty Crouch are connected to each other.
In the end, those flames were like a blooming chrysanthemum, and finally all gathered on Barty Krach.
"Professor, Professor Dumbledore... ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Before Batty called out a few times, he started screaming again and again, and the expression on his face became extremely distorted.
McGuffin felt extremely painful even looking at it.
"Crouch... drop the wand, drop the wand!" Dumbledore yelled.
But it was obviously too late, and the same magic flames began to float out of Batty's body, a bright white light, like the sun, which could not be looked directly at.
Burning eyes.
"Stop the curse!"
"..."
Dumbledore immediately waved his wand a few times and tried various methods of breaking the spell, but it was too late.
The only remaining magic power in Barty Cratch's body turned into bright magic flames, burning blazingly. In an instant, his whole body turned into dust and completely disappeared into the air.
At the same time, a dull sound like a boulder being plunged into a bottomless pool, accompanied by a violent magic shock wave, began to appear.
After the shock wave swept across, everything in the entire theater began to change drastically.
That change exceeded the most extreme imagination that McGuffin and the others could have expected.
(End of this chapter)
The wizard who called out Dumbledore's name in surprise was probably in his thirties.
His brown-gray big back hair is slightly whitish, and his eyebrows are very thick.
With a Hitler mustache.
Gray striped suit coat, brown red shirt and tie.
All of this grooming was meticulous, almost Muggle-like.
This is very different from his fellow Aurors who come with him, in wizard robes.
"What are you doing here? Albus!"
The wizard had a very stern expression, and he was very wary of Dumbledore in his expression.
"Barty!"
The young version of Dumbledore called out this person's name. Unlike the vigilant and suspicious tone of the wizard named Batty, his words were very joyful.
He came over and showed Barty the ticket for the Muggle Theater in his hand.
"No! I've wanted to watch this very famous Muggle play for a long time. It is said that there is a very famous soprano in it. It's a pity that it was half an hour late because of the Hogwarts Christmas party..."
"Only music and magic are the most wonderful things in life..." he sighed.
When Dumbledore and Batty were talking and discussing.
Snape, who was standing and watching, finally recognized who the wizard in front of him was.
Snape exclaimed, "Isn't this old Barty Crouch's father, Crouch I?"
"It is said that he was the youngest Auror Chief of Staff ever... but it is rumored that he lost his life in an operation to arrest a dark wizard on Christmas night... Could it be this time!"
"Shh!"
Dumbledore next to them pointed to the few people in front, "This is indeed Cratch I, Severus, read on..."
"Barty! Is something going on here?"
The young version of Dumbledore turned his head frequently to stare at the theater behind Barty Crutch I, and said anxiously, seeing how eager he was to get rid of the current situation and enjoy the show.
"Albus, the Ministry of Magic has detected a suspicious change in magic power, like the first time a little wizard's magic power has lost control... But since several of the same things have happened in this place... and this is a place where a large number of Muggles gather in London, the Ministry thinks that there may be silence or some dark wizard sitting and experimenting... So I came to deal with this matter with a team of Aurors and members of the memory reversal and cancellation work."
"I think you should come again next time! I'm afraid this street will be closed tonight anyway..."
Barty Crouch I ordered unceremoniously to the young version of Dumbledore.
"Director! Here...in this theater!"
This was a young Auror wearing a black robe, holding something like a nautical compass excitedly, and came to the two of them. The brass pointer on it pointed straight to the theater where Dumbledore was about to enter.
There was an old theater on three floors at the corner of the street.
On the exterior wall of gray stone bricks, a huge poster was displayed from the second floor to the top of the building. On it was a red-haired female Muggle with tear moles singing loudly.
Next to it is a Romanesque white marble building of equal height.
The whole building is brightly lit.
History and modern times... two completely different cultural atmospheres merged together...
"Let me take a look..."
Barty Crouch I took out his wand and pointed it at the compass, a ray of light shot out from the brass pointer and shot into the theater.
At this moment, all the shops on the ground and the entire street shook.
The young version of Dumbledore and Barty Crutch looked at each other, and hurriedly led the Aurors into the theater.
The old headmaster Dumbledore explained directly next to McGuffin and the others: "Just now we felt a violent outbreak of magic power. It was only after this incident that the Ministry of Magic and the school improved the magic power detection network to monitor all British little wizards... just to compare and avoid such things from happening. However, after that, there was no such thing in Britain. Instead, several similar incidents happened in the United States and East Asian countries!"
Dumbledore motioned for them to follow into the theater.
Professor Lu Ping asked with a strange face, "What kind of event is it?"
"Go on, Lupine! Be patient and open-minded!"
After that, they followed the Aurors and the young version of Dumbledore to the entrance of the theater singing hall on the second floor.
Push the door to enter.
A stream of heat came blowing towards my face accompanied by a high-pitched singing voice.
Not the heat of a conservatory in winter... but a heat that puts them in the Sahara... that sucks dry, evaporates all the water in their bodies.
And with the euphemism of the high and low tones, the heat wave swept over everyone like a wave of waves...even the MacGuffins who heard this song in their memory.
McGuffin felt that he was sweating profusely, his clothes were sticky to everything, his mouth was dry, and he felt that he was in a sea of sand for a moment, and above his head was the scorching sun that blinded his eyes.
"Rejuvenate!"
"The breeze is blowing!"
After a few spells from the old version of Dumbledore, McGuffin and the others finally woke up.
Lupine took out a worn handkerchief and hurriedly wiped the sweat off his forehead. (Now his hair is almost glued to his scalp, but it's not just him... Even in memory, McGuffin found that all of them except Dumbledore were affected by that song...)
Although they are now awake, McGuffin can still feel the magic power in his body fluctuate and consume rhythmically along with the singing of the actress who is singing a one-act play at the center of the theater... following its rhythm.
He could even feel the passion contained in the female singer's singing...the emotion that was as desperate as flying to the sun.
But... what the hell is going on?
With a hoarse voice, Snape tapped the wall weakly to the side, engrossed in the song (the old version) Dumbledore asked, "What's going on... It's just your memory, isn't it? It almost killed all of us here..."
"Severus, don't worry. You haven't seen all this clearly, observe carefully, keep reading...it will change your perception of all magic. Not to mention this music...it can be said to be the most beautiful singing voice in the world."
McGuffin looked down into the theater below.
Those Aurors who came into this scene earlier were even more trapped in the situation that McGuffin was in just now... Everyone was sweating profusely, as if they were in the scorching heat of August and September.
She stared motionlessly at the female singer in a gorgeous red dress below.
Even the young version of Professor Dumbledore froze in place, but he was a little stronger... momentarily sober, momentarily confused, with a tangled expression on his face.
It can be seen that he is trying to get out of this state.
Barty Cratch I, as well as the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, their magical power emerged from their bodies, burning and fluctuating like flames, continuously consuming.
It didn't look like it would be long before they would be like the Muggles in those seats.
Although it was faint, it was possible to see the thin flames burning on the Muggles, which were fluctuations of magic power (McGuffin heard Snape and Lupine constantly sucking air), and the skin of these Muggles was now dry and wrinkled, as if they lacked water, and felt like dried salted fish.
The Muggles tried their best to open their mouths wide, and it seemed that their jaws were dislocated, but even so, their mouths and faces still made sounds one by one in accordance with the tune of the singing, and coordinated with the guidance of the female singer.
Everyone's pupils and eye sockets are deeply folded and sunk in. If you look a little farther... those Muggles there are like skeletons that have been deprived of flesh and water.
But the undulating chest also means that they are still alive...but they are only alive temporarily!
The theater is oval in shape, with all seats surrounding the lowermost stage.
The place where McGuffin and the others are now is located above, this is the entrance, and it is also the middle of the entire theater.
There are four floors of stands above this, and the upper two floors are the best positions in the whole theater, so they are divided into several smaller private rooms, each of which is separated by a low wooden wall (only reaching the neck of the audience), and behind the partitions is a corridor covered by red curtains.
In addition, the top and bottom are ordinary grandstands. Dozens of seats form a fan-shaped stand like a movie theater, and several fan-shaped stands are arranged to form a layer of stands.
At the top is a circle of resplendent corridors.
All the Muggles leaned forward, lying on their seats like mummies that had lost their moisture, yearning for the singing with fascination.
Their bodies swayed, swaying the flames representing magic power... Together they worshiped the figure on the blue stage at the bottom and listened to the heavenly singing.
At this time, the young version of Dumbledore finally got rid of this situation, his eyes were not in the drunkenness and singing, and he began to relieve the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic from this state.
"Albus! What the hell is this?"
After Barty Crutch was rescued, he could hardly believe what he saw.
a Muggle...
no……
It was all the muggles who were surging with magic power following the singing of the female singer, and the magic contained in it even trapped them, the Aurors, in place, unable to move.
— He had never heard of such a thing.
The young version of Dumbledore's eyes were solemn. After listening to the singing for a while, he followed the singer's singing rhythm and began to wave his wand. The magic power on his body also agitated. In an instant, an extremely intense heat stream shot out from the tip of the wand, brushed past Batty...and fell to the wall behind him.
A few people turned around and looked... The place was dry and dehydrated, and the decorative wooden boards covering the walls were crumpled, as if they had been forcibly dehydrated and dried.
"It seems...the gossip passed down from the wizarding world is true!" The young version of Dumbledore said slowly to Barty Crouch, "I heard that the Department of Mysteries once concealed some incidents... some adult Muggles suddenly awakened and lost control of their magic, leading to unexpected incidents!"
"Go and inform the minister and the staff of the Department of Mysteries!" Dumbledore said, "It seems that this place is completely out of control, and more experienced people must be there to deal with these matters!"
Barty Crutch couldn't believe what he was hearing.
——This is completely different from what is said on the surface of the entire magic world.
He strode back and forth, his eyes rolling in horror, as if someone had shattered his faith.
Barty Crouch roared: "I don't believe it...it must be some dark wizard fooling us, it must be some kind of hallucination...or someone stuffed hallucinations in my brain...Imperius Curse, Fantasy Curse, Confusion Curse...Or some kind of potion that makes people intoxicated!"
"That stand is not a female Muggle but a witch, yes, yes! She is a dark wizard wanted by the Ministry of Magic..."
Batty tried his best to find a reasonable explanation for himself from what he knew.
And the faces of the Aurors next to him who heard everything Dumbledore said were not much better... If they were not so weak that they couldn't even speak normally, they would definitely be similar to Barty Cratch now.
A younger version of Dumbledore waved his wand and summoned his silver phoenix Patronus to inform the Minister of Magic of what had happened here.
Just when Dumbledore in memory relied on his prestige to let other members of the Auror team go to the entire theater and handle every intersection to ensure that no Muggles or people entered or exited the building.
Barty Cratch I finally couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't believe that everything was destroyed by what happened tonight.
"Passed out!"
He took out his wand and fired the [Stunning Curse] towards the center of the stage, and a red light attacked the female singer.
"Mr. Crouch what the hell are you doing!"
Even Dumbledore couldn't have predicted that a talented young man would just collapse.
But before Dumbledore finished speaking, things changed again.
After the red light concentrated on the female singer, a connection was actually established between her and Barty Krach, like a bright tungsten filament of a light bulb.
A flame from the tip of Barty Cratchit's wand connected to the Diva, and then a similar flame to the other Muggles...
One by one, like a fishing net made of flames, all Muggles and Barty Crouch are connected to each other.
In the end, those flames were like a blooming chrysanthemum, and finally all gathered on Barty Krach.
"Professor, Professor Dumbledore... ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Before Batty called out a few times, he started screaming again and again, and the expression on his face became extremely distorted.
McGuffin felt extremely painful even looking at it.
"Crouch... drop the wand, drop the wand!" Dumbledore yelled.
But it was obviously too late, and the same magic flames began to float out of Batty's body, a bright white light, like the sun, which could not be looked directly at.
Burning eyes.
"Stop the curse!"
"..."
Dumbledore immediately waved his wand a few times and tried various methods of breaking the spell, but it was too late.
The only remaining magic power in Barty Cratch's body turned into bright magic flames, burning blazingly. In an instant, his whole body turned into dust and completely disappeared into the air.
At the same time, a dull sound like a boulder being plunged into a bottomless pool, accompanied by a violent magic shock wave, began to appear.
After the shock wave swept across, everything in the entire theater began to change drastically.
That change exceeded the most extreme imagination that McGuffin and the others could have expected.
(End of this chapter)
