Chapter 665
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 665
(already edited)
"This this--"
Even Scrimgeour, who had seen countless storms and waves, was terrified by the sight in front of him.
Under the dim light of the [Luminescent Curse], a dark figure was faintly revealed in the eggshell.
Walk in and observe carefully, only to find that they have lost their human form.
Those human-like bodies have undergone a certain degree of mutation: some are like werewolves; some are covered with carapaces, like small fried-tailed snails; some are as dry as skeletons...
But the only thing they have in common is that they are all still alive... even some 'monsters' have their eyes wide open, and are staring at them with their teeth and claws hissing from the translucent eggshell.
It doesn't look like a living corpse, and it even feels a little intelligent.
There is one more thing in common: in each 'eggshell container'... there is a fleshy umbilical cord tightly connected to the back of the navels of these monsters in the solution, constantly bulging... as if they are transmitting nutrition.
Judging from the clothes of these monsters,
Scrimgeour recognized that most of them were employees of the Ministry of Magic who had no time to escape during the catastrophe of the Ministry of Magic.
Seeing the mutations on these wizards, Scrimgeour felt a dull pain in his heart, and he couldn't identify them carefully any more.
This place is simply a slaughterhouse, an extremely cruel black magic experiment place.
But as they followed the Aurors inward,
Scrimgeour saw more troublesome things,
——In addition to the colleagues and relatives of the Aurors, there are also a few warriors from the "Top Ten Tournament"...
Donald Donfolk, Fleur, Camilla, Narnia Makehu, Mobutu, Mohammad Nasser...they were also imprisoned in these 'eggshell vessels'.
Perhaps it was because they had not been trapped there for a long time, these people still had some consciousness,
After they saw Scrimgeour and Dumbledore approaching, they still struggled vigorously.
But it is obviously impossible for them to break through this eggshell-like membrane by themselves.
The new Minister of Magic knows that if there is no good way to deal with these warrior representatives...then don't expect aid from Auror wizards from other countries, and it may even cause the most serious diplomatic crisis.
The British Ministry of Magic did not even survive the disaster.
Scrimgeour felt a bitterness in his heart, even though he was very determined, he began to regret taking over this mess from Cornelius Fudge.
"Albus..."
Even though Scrimgeour was very anxious to release these representatives of the 'Top Ten Tournament' warriors, after the scene of the fall of London and the rampage of living corpses, he had already heightened his vigilance for everything, especially for the current scene.
He turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Are these warriors still alive?"
As he said that, Minister Rufus seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly skipped over the tentacles of flesh and blood hanging down from the top of his head, and looked at the surrounding area, wanting to see if there were any other warriors... who had also fallen into this situation.
To Scrimgeour's relief, he didn't see Harry, or the rest of the warriors.
At this time, Dumbledore leaned over, and in front of the 'huge eggshell container'... tapped and touched with his wand. After half a day of research, he finally said, "It seems that they don't have much problem. Our unlucky warriors are not connected to these pillars closely enough, and have not suffered serious curse infection like others."
"You could have let them out first, Rufus!" he said.
"Really?"
Hearing what Dumbledore said, Scrimgeour was temporarily relieved.
Finally... I have some good news reluctantly.
He immediately called the other Aurors to act together, and rescued those hapless warriors from that weird eggshell first.
But even though Dumbledore said it was all right, Scrimgeour asked the Aurors to be vigilant about these warrior representatives,
Because in the current situation, nothing is [-]% safe, especially when he saw some strange-looking granulation sprouts growing on the cheek and ear of one of the warriors,
Although it's just like one or two fragments of beard and hair... small tentacles of flesh and blood, but it's enough to make everyone really dare not relax.
As several 'eggshell petri dish-like containers' were smashed one by one, the amber-like solution flowed all over the ground, and the entire 'Main Hall' of the Ministry of Magic began to stir.
It's as if it came alive here, the layer under the feet... looks like a very strange meat blanket, slowly squirming and swaying like waves,
It was like a meadow blown by a strong wind, and the layers of two or three inch long granulation slowly swayed back and forth.
It echoed with the strip-shaped tentacles hanging down from above, and the group of demons dancing wildly.
This indescribable scene, even wizards can't stand it,
Some young Aurors, or newly recruited staff members of the Ministry of Magic even trembled and retched directly.
Scrimgeour's first reaction was to directly put on the fully armed [Head Soak Curse] on himself, because he didn't know if there was any contagious curse in it.
But he was clearly overreacting.
Dumbledore next to him didn't move, instead he increased the brightness of the [Luminescent Curse] at the tip of his wand,
And raised the magic wand directly above the head, directly observing the top of the head with great interest, continuously stretching... the flesh and blood tentacles who want to surround them...
"Albus! Albus Dumbledore!"
Scrimgeour called Dumbledore's name several times before he finally realized it.
"Oh, what's the matter? Rufus!" The old bee still focused most of its attention on the surrounding environment, and asked quite casually.
"We should get out of here...I...I..."
Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic, took a few deep breaths before he finally made up his mind to say his conclusion, "I...will issue an order to burn down the entire Ministry of Magic, and burn down the whole place with Fiendfire..."
"No matter what happened here, or what is going on, I will never allow Voldemort's plot to succeed. Even if it pays the price of completely burning the Ministry of Magic..."
Helping Scrimgeour make up his mind, not only the indescribable and completely changed "new decoration" of the Ministry of Magic in front of him, but more importantly, the various monsters in the "eggshell petri dish".
If Rufus Scrimgeour hadn't made a mistake in his perception, then the monster actually contained magic power in its body, not only transformed by wizards, but those monsters wearing Muggle decorations also contained magic power, and it was still growing and getting bigger...
Now, whatever Voldemort's original purpose was to study,
Now he has actually broken the indescribable dividing line between Muggles and wizards. What's even more frightening is...these monsters have lost their human bodies. Although they don't know how much wisdom they still have, judging from the current situation, Scrimgeour knows that he must destroy everything here, and must not let these things leak out.
These monsters... are very dangerous not only to wizards, but even to the entire civilization of human society.
If you are not careful, the whole world will be completely plunged into an irreparable situation like the city of London.
At this moment, perhaps stimulated by their previous actions, an 'eggshell container' burst open, the amber solution poured out, and a skeleton-shaped monster stepped out of it and stood in front of them.
"Be careful! Minister!"
The few Aurors next to him waved their wands directly, preemptively.
Red light and green mist, black fire, golden smoke, freezing breath... All kinds of strange sounds and spells were fired towards the opponent one after another.
But the monster just waved its hand, a gust of strong wind swirled around it, and a translucent curtain wall stood up, directly bouncing off those spells, and then forcibly blowing towards it.
Like a tenth-level tornado, the suffocating feeling formed by the magic pressure difference hits directly.
Broken tentacles, useless egg shells, the ruins of the fireplace, and even the debris of the floor were swept over one by one.
"How is it possible? How could this monster have such great magic power!"
Scrimgeour waved his wand hastily, and together with the Aurors in front of him, he suppressed the monster's approaching step by step.
They couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
In just a few hours, a Muggle-turned-monster... would have possessed such enormous magical powers.
This is not only a miracle, it is a miracle.
According to common sense, even Voldemort can't do this at all.
But then suddenly, like a balloon, this skeleton-like monster quickly 'leaked' and dried up, leaving only a 'shrunken' strange human skin in place.
Afterwards, Scrimgeour continued to inspect it closely only to find that the umbilical cord-like tentacles of flesh and blood had been cut off directly by Dumbledore.
The monster couldn't immediately become like this after being connected to the flesh and blood tentacles hanging from the ceiling.
At this time, Scrimgeour also understood that this umbilical cord was used to transmit magic power, no wonder the magic power on it was so incredible.
However, even so...
The monsters in front of him were beyond Scrimgeour's acceptance range, and he still felt that he should eliminate these unawakened aliens as much as possible.
Even if they may have been their subordinates, colleagues, old friends.
Scrimgeour thought so resolutely and grimly.
He repeated his earlier proposal to Dumbledore to burn down the entire Ministry of Magic nave.
But unexpectedly, Dumbledore disagreed with this plan, which was very conducive to consolidating Hogwarts' special status in the British wizarding world.
"Rufus, let's wait..."
"What are you waiting for, you have also seen the performance of that monster just now. If all these monsters come out and are improved by the Dark Lord to be more perfect, the whole world can only be reduced to his control."
"Mr. Scrimgeour." Dumbledore said with a stern face, "I know that the previous situation was indeed critical, but it is far from reaching this level. We need to go to the front... and look inside to find out what the situation is... and then make a decision."
Dumbledore was insistent.
"Don't . . . do you know anything?" asked Rufus Scrimgeour.
The old bee didn't speak, and strode forward directly.
After Scrimgeour hesitated for a while, he only brought one or two Aurors to follow Dumbledore, and let some Aurors go up to prepare, and some Aurors watched the various monsters in the 'main hall', trying to turn them into ashes once they hatched.
Soon, Rufus and Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic building, which was originally the magic fountain.
This place has become a pool of blood similar to a crater,
Those fountain statues of elves, centaurs, and wizards and wizards who were redecorated not long ago were covered by layers of flesh and blood, completely covered... and turned into a heart-shaped meat ball.
It was jumping and jumping with a red light.
These knot-shaped strange things not only spread all over the place where the fountain used to be, but also spread all over the entire Ministry of Magic building.
They are like ivy, in a kind of node spider web... covering the outer walls of the entire building.
The tentacles on the dome ceiling are connected to each other, constantly expanding and contracting... like blood vessels and nerve networks, transmitting life signals back and forth.
It was not the first time Scrimgeour had felt this way.
This thing, it's alive.
After that, Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it slowly towards the sky,
The tip of his wand exploded in puffs of golden smoke,
Shining brightly, it was like scattering fluorescent gold powder to the sky.
As the golden dust fell layer by layer, the meat blankets, tentacles, granulation fluff, egg-shaped weird petri dishes, blood pools... even the completely unusable Ministry of Magic office building... These indescribable strange scenes became transparent and illusory, and gradually disappeared from the field of vision.
Instead, a curtain wall of flesh and blood filled the eye.
It is full of bones, blood vessels, pieces of flesh, and a face whose expression cannot be described in detail...a weird wall.
It is connected to the dome ceiling, and the bottom is connected to a layer of black-red earth that resembles solidified lava.
There is no doubt that this curtain wall is really alive.
Rufus could even see...the faces above twisted their pupilless eye sockets, exuding an aura of despair and fear, constantly disappearing and emerging from the wall of flesh and blood.
Although the flesh and blood curtain wall changes, the general configuration remains the same.
Scrimgeour could roughly guess what the relief was about.
It is a picture of a huge strange tree,
A giant tree stands on a planet. In comparison... that giant tree occupies almost one-eighth of the size of the entire planet.
According to the meaning of this picture...
This strange tree rises from the ground, pierces the thick rock dust, and absorbs nutrients from the lava; penetrates the atmosphere... welcomes the sun at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters; is accompanied by clouds and lightning, and feeds the sea and magma...
But around this giant tree, there is a giant python of the same size, coiled in front of the entire giant tree, occupying the rest of the planet, and staring at this giant tree greedily in those huge vertical pupils.
(End of this chapter)
(already edited)
"This this--"
Even Scrimgeour, who had seen countless storms and waves, was terrified by the sight in front of him.
Under the dim light of the [Luminescent Curse], a dark figure was faintly revealed in the eggshell.
Walk in and observe carefully, only to find that they have lost their human form.
Those human-like bodies have undergone a certain degree of mutation: some are like werewolves; some are covered with carapaces, like small fried-tailed snails; some are as dry as skeletons...
But the only thing they have in common is that they are all still alive... even some 'monsters' have their eyes wide open, and are staring at them with their teeth and claws hissing from the translucent eggshell.
It doesn't look like a living corpse, and it even feels a little intelligent.
There is one more thing in common: in each 'eggshell container'... there is a fleshy umbilical cord tightly connected to the back of the navels of these monsters in the solution, constantly bulging... as if they are transmitting nutrition.
Judging from the clothes of these monsters,
Scrimgeour recognized that most of them were employees of the Ministry of Magic who had no time to escape during the catastrophe of the Ministry of Magic.
Seeing the mutations on these wizards, Scrimgeour felt a dull pain in his heart, and he couldn't identify them carefully any more.
This place is simply a slaughterhouse, an extremely cruel black magic experiment place.
But as they followed the Aurors inward,
Scrimgeour saw more troublesome things,
——In addition to the colleagues and relatives of the Aurors, there are also a few warriors from the "Top Ten Tournament"...
Donald Donfolk, Fleur, Camilla, Narnia Makehu, Mobutu, Mohammad Nasser...they were also imprisoned in these 'eggshell vessels'.
Perhaps it was because they had not been trapped there for a long time, these people still had some consciousness,
After they saw Scrimgeour and Dumbledore approaching, they still struggled vigorously.
But it is obviously impossible for them to break through this eggshell-like membrane by themselves.
The new Minister of Magic knows that if there is no good way to deal with these warrior representatives...then don't expect aid from Auror wizards from other countries, and it may even cause the most serious diplomatic crisis.
The British Ministry of Magic did not even survive the disaster.
Scrimgeour felt a bitterness in his heart, even though he was very determined, he began to regret taking over this mess from Cornelius Fudge.
"Albus..."
Even though Scrimgeour was very anxious to release these representatives of the 'Top Ten Tournament' warriors, after the scene of the fall of London and the rampage of living corpses, he had already heightened his vigilance for everything, especially for the current scene.
He turned to Dumbledore and asked, "Are these warriors still alive?"
As he said that, Minister Rufus seemed to remember something again, and hurriedly skipped over the tentacles of flesh and blood hanging down from the top of his head, and looked at the surrounding area, wanting to see if there were any other warriors... who had also fallen into this situation.
To Scrimgeour's relief, he didn't see Harry, or the rest of the warriors.
At this time, Dumbledore leaned over, and in front of the 'huge eggshell container'... tapped and touched with his wand. After half a day of research, he finally said, "It seems that they don't have much problem. Our unlucky warriors are not connected to these pillars closely enough, and have not suffered serious curse infection like others."
"You could have let them out first, Rufus!" he said.
"Really?"
Hearing what Dumbledore said, Scrimgeour was temporarily relieved.
Finally... I have some good news reluctantly.
He immediately called the other Aurors to act together, and rescued those hapless warriors from that weird eggshell first.
But even though Dumbledore said it was all right, Scrimgeour asked the Aurors to be vigilant about these warrior representatives,
Because in the current situation, nothing is [-]% safe, especially when he saw some strange-looking granulation sprouts growing on the cheek and ear of one of the warriors,
Although it's just like one or two fragments of beard and hair... small tentacles of flesh and blood, but it's enough to make everyone really dare not relax.
As several 'eggshell petri dish-like containers' were smashed one by one, the amber-like solution flowed all over the ground, and the entire 'Main Hall' of the Ministry of Magic began to stir.
It's as if it came alive here, the layer under the feet... looks like a very strange meat blanket, slowly squirming and swaying like waves,
It was like a meadow blown by a strong wind, and the layers of two or three inch long granulation slowly swayed back and forth.
It echoed with the strip-shaped tentacles hanging down from above, and the group of demons dancing wildly.
This indescribable scene, even wizards can't stand it,
Some young Aurors, or newly recruited staff members of the Ministry of Magic even trembled and retched directly.
Scrimgeour's first reaction was to directly put on the fully armed [Head Soak Curse] on himself, because he didn't know if there was any contagious curse in it.
But he was clearly overreacting.
Dumbledore next to him didn't move, instead he increased the brightness of the [Luminescent Curse] at the tip of his wand,
And raised the magic wand directly above the head, directly observing the top of the head with great interest, continuously stretching... the flesh and blood tentacles who want to surround them...
"Albus! Albus Dumbledore!"
Scrimgeour called Dumbledore's name several times before he finally realized it.
"Oh, what's the matter? Rufus!" The old bee still focused most of its attention on the surrounding environment, and asked quite casually.
"We should get out of here...I...I..."
Rufus Scrimgeour, the new Minister of Magic, took a few deep breaths before he finally made up his mind to say his conclusion, "I...will issue an order to burn down the entire Ministry of Magic, and burn down the whole place with Fiendfire..."
"No matter what happened here, or what is going on, I will never allow Voldemort's plot to succeed. Even if it pays the price of completely burning the Ministry of Magic..."
Helping Scrimgeour make up his mind, not only the indescribable and completely changed "new decoration" of the Ministry of Magic in front of him, but more importantly, the various monsters in the "eggshell petri dish".
If Rufus Scrimgeour hadn't made a mistake in his perception, then the monster actually contained magic power in its body, not only transformed by wizards, but those monsters wearing Muggle decorations also contained magic power, and it was still growing and getting bigger...
Now, whatever Voldemort's original purpose was to study,
Now he has actually broken the indescribable dividing line between Muggles and wizards. What's even more frightening is...these monsters have lost their human bodies. Although they don't know how much wisdom they still have, judging from the current situation, Scrimgeour knows that he must destroy everything here, and must not let these things leak out.
These monsters... are very dangerous not only to wizards, but even to the entire civilization of human society.
If you are not careful, the whole world will be completely plunged into an irreparable situation like the city of London.
At this moment, perhaps stimulated by their previous actions, an 'eggshell container' burst open, the amber solution poured out, and a skeleton-shaped monster stepped out of it and stood in front of them.
"Be careful! Minister!"
The few Aurors next to him waved their wands directly, preemptively.
Red light and green mist, black fire, golden smoke, freezing breath... All kinds of strange sounds and spells were fired towards the opponent one after another.
But the monster just waved its hand, a gust of strong wind swirled around it, and a translucent curtain wall stood up, directly bouncing off those spells, and then forcibly blowing towards it.
Like a tenth-level tornado, the suffocating feeling formed by the magic pressure difference hits directly.
Broken tentacles, useless egg shells, the ruins of the fireplace, and even the debris of the floor were swept over one by one.
"How is it possible? How could this monster have such great magic power!"
Scrimgeour waved his wand hastily, and together with the Aurors in front of him, he suppressed the monster's approaching step by step.
They couldn't believe the scene in front of them.
In just a few hours, a Muggle-turned-monster... would have possessed such enormous magical powers.
This is not only a miracle, it is a miracle.
According to common sense, even Voldemort can't do this at all.
But then suddenly, like a balloon, this skeleton-like monster quickly 'leaked' and dried up, leaving only a 'shrunken' strange human skin in place.
Afterwards, Scrimgeour continued to inspect it closely only to find that the umbilical cord-like tentacles of flesh and blood had been cut off directly by Dumbledore.
The monster couldn't immediately become like this after being connected to the flesh and blood tentacles hanging from the ceiling.
At this time, Scrimgeour also understood that this umbilical cord was used to transmit magic power, no wonder the magic power on it was so incredible.
However, even so...
The monsters in front of him were beyond Scrimgeour's acceptance range, and he still felt that he should eliminate these unawakened aliens as much as possible.
Even if they may have been their subordinates, colleagues, old friends.
Scrimgeour thought so resolutely and grimly.
He repeated his earlier proposal to Dumbledore to burn down the entire Ministry of Magic nave.
But unexpectedly, Dumbledore disagreed with this plan, which was very conducive to consolidating Hogwarts' special status in the British wizarding world.
"Rufus, let's wait..."
"What are you waiting for, you have also seen the performance of that monster just now. If all these monsters come out and are improved by the Dark Lord to be more perfect, the whole world can only be reduced to his control."
"Mr. Scrimgeour." Dumbledore said with a stern face, "I know that the previous situation was indeed critical, but it is far from reaching this level. We need to go to the front... and look inside to find out what the situation is... and then make a decision."
Dumbledore was insistent.
"Don't . . . do you know anything?" asked Rufus Scrimgeour.
The old bee didn't speak, and strode forward directly.
After Scrimgeour hesitated for a while, he only brought one or two Aurors to follow Dumbledore, and let some Aurors go up to prepare, and some Aurors watched the various monsters in the 'main hall', trying to turn them into ashes once they hatched.
Soon, Rufus and Dumbledore came to the Ministry of Magic building, which was originally the magic fountain.
This place has become a pool of blood similar to a crater,
Those fountain statues of elves, centaurs, and wizards and wizards who were redecorated not long ago were covered by layers of flesh and blood, completely covered... and turned into a heart-shaped meat ball.
It was jumping and jumping with a red light.
These knot-shaped strange things not only spread all over the place where the fountain used to be, but also spread all over the entire Ministry of Magic building.
They are like ivy, in a kind of node spider web... covering the outer walls of the entire building.
The tentacles on the dome ceiling are connected to each other, constantly expanding and contracting... like blood vessels and nerve networks, transmitting life signals back and forth.
It was not the first time Scrimgeour had felt this way.
This thing, it's alive.
After that, Dumbledore raised his wand and waved it slowly towards the sky,
The tip of his wand exploded in puffs of golden smoke,
Shining brightly, it was like scattering fluorescent gold powder to the sky.
As the golden dust fell layer by layer, the meat blankets, tentacles, granulation fluff, egg-shaped weird petri dishes, blood pools... even the completely unusable Ministry of Magic office building... These indescribable strange scenes became transparent and illusory, and gradually disappeared from the field of vision.
Instead, a curtain wall of flesh and blood filled the eye.
It is full of bones, blood vessels, pieces of flesh, and a face whose expression cannot be described in detail...a weird wall.
It is connected to the dome ceiling, and the bottom is connected to a layer of black-red earth that resembles solidified lava.
There is no doubt that this curtain wall is really alive.
Rufus could even see...the faces above twisted their pupilless eye sockets, exuding an aura of despair and fear, constantly disappearing and emerging from the wall of flesh and blood.
Although the flesh and blood curtain wall changes, the general configuration remains the same.
Scrimgeour could roughly guess what the relief was about.
It is a picture of a huge strange tree,
A giant tree stands on a planet. In comparison... that giant tree occupies almost one-eighth of the size of the entire planet.
According to the meaning of this picture...
This strange tree rises from the ground, pierces the thick rock dust, and absorbs nutrients from the lava; penetrates the atmosphere... welcomes the sun at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters; is accompanied by clouds and lightning, and feeds the sea and magma...
But around this giant tree, there is a giant python of the same size, coiled in front of the entire giant tree, occupying the rest of the planet, and staring at this giant tree greedily in those huge vertical pupils.
(End of this chapter)
