Chapter 683: Yemengard (4)
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 683 Yemengard ([-])
Thousands of Muggle soldiers and Aurors suddenly appeared here in [New Diagon Alley], which of course aroused the strangeness and dissatisfaction of the wizards who were originally here.
Among them are many followers of Voldemort, clamoring loudly to drive Dumbledore and them away.
Those guys were wearing black robes with fanatical faces, and wearing masks with candle-melted faces, in the narrow alleys of [New Diagon Alley]... holding large words such as Lord Voldemort is the only god, and parading back and forth.
The MacGuffins didn't need to think about it to know that most of them were Muggles they had saved.
They were probably here in [Diagon Alley]. After learning some rumors about Voldemort, those guys followed the slug logic in their heads and wanted to be Voldemort's dog, so as to pray for their own lives to be spared, or to go further (hoping that they could also cast magic)...
Those cowardly, shameless, but unrealistic and greedy idiots have been staring at McGuffin and the Muggle soldiers who came to [New Diagon Alley] together.
It seemed that he wanted to do something, and wanted to give Voldemort a big gift as a stepping stone.
Those idiots are like worms and mice, doing sneaky and shameless things.
Not only the McGuffins, but even the pure-blood wizards in Diagon Alley who favored the Death Eaters hated these slug-like guys who just bent their knees brazenly and asked for something for no reason.
However, because these stupid Muggles can disgust Dumbledore and the others, and the fragile and weird balance between the various forces in [New Diagon Alley], those pure-blood wizards who discriminate against Muggles can only pinch their noses for the time being and ignore it.
However, McGuffin doubted how Voldemort would feel when he knew that his distinctive face was being used as a mask by those Muggles... parading around.
That's gotta be fun.
Muggles are actually crazy supporters of the Dark Lord.
No matter how much you guess about the lower limit and stupidity of human beings, there are always some guys who can break through our limit imagination.
Fortunately, not long after, the arrival of the floating mountain made the restless [New Diagon Alley] slowly calm down.
Rufus Scrimgeour, Professor McGonagall...Aginbad, Aha Said, Qiao Guohua and others, even Percy Weasley, Hermione, Ron and other Hogwarts students also descended from the [Floating Mountain] into this greatly changed [New Diagon Alley].
When Dumbledore, Black, and Mr. Weasley went forward to explain to Rufus Scrimgeour what happened on that battlefield,
Hermione and Ron, who followed down together, saw McGuffin on the side,
"McGuffin!" Hermione exclaimed immediately in surprise.
She pulled Ron to his side.
"Where's Harry? McGuffin!... Didn't you go to find him?" Ron asked hastily.
McGuffin waved his hand and explained to the two of them from the beginning what happened after he followed Dumbledore to London with a tired face.
From the zombie siege in London, to their battle against the giant zombie... and Voldemort possessing Harry... After that, the whole world fell into this new world, and finally Harry is now surrounded by Voldemort, in a dangerous situation in the house on Privet Drive.
"This... all of this..." Hermione opened her mouth and was speechless.
"Really...fake?" Ron said directly what he felt in his heart.
These things, which sound outrageous, obviously made the two of them unbelievable.
But before it was over, McGuffin then directly told what happened on the battlefield, Dumbledore's connection with the so-called God, Voldemort's next terrible plan...all told.
"That huge and hopeless shadow covers the sky...it makes the scalp tingle, and it absorbs everyone's magic power and soul at every moment..."
"Trust me, Hermione, Ron! If you really notice something strange, don't look up..."
"As far as I know, none of those who faced that monster survived."
"You're not joking! Albert!"
"I have never heard any description related to this in any book!"
"What 'god'...that's too much of a lie!"
Hermione stared at McGuffin's face gravely and in shock, and she wondered how many layers of truth there were in all this.
Suddenly she felt that someone was pulling herself tightly at the elbow, which interrupted her train of thought.
"What are you pulling me for, Ron?"
Hermione turned her head and said to Ron angrily.
Ron pointed at the distant sky tremblingly, "McGuffin, is that what you're talking about?"
McGuffin looked up at the words.
A winding black shadow is constantly devouring the sky behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those different scenes on the sky: dusk and twilight, scorching sun during the day, stars at night, wind and snow in winter, black rain in summer, white mist in autumn... They all seemed to be walked by a greedy snake, leaving a zigzag black shadow mark.
As the shadow marks continued to appear and disappear, the sky in that area gradually fell into darkness.
and……
Under that piece of sky, and between the earth...the magic power squeezed out by all the magic power of life...those dark green tentacles began to spread to the sky, like sticking sugar threads, like whipped egg white cream, hissing and sticking together.
— Fuck!
Fuck!what the hell-
McGuffin turned around immediately, and hurriedly shouted to the back, "Professor, Professor Dumbledore! Something is wrong!"
"I see!"
Dumbledore walked towards them with a heavy face, "It seems... faster than I expected the worst..."
"Professor Dumbledore, what should we do?"
Blake, Rufus Scrimgeour, and the others also came here, looking at the abnormality that appeared in the sky over there.
Everyone's face is extremely heavy, obviously they all know the specific situation.
It was hard enough against Voldemort.
Now, they actually want to find a way to fight a 'god' handed down from ancient times.
This leaves everyone's minds pretty much blank, and they don't know what to do.
"Professor, is there any weakness in that thing? How should we deal with it..."
McGuffin asked, he touched the [Curse of Echo Blue] in his hand again, wondering if this thing could deal with monsters like Jormungandr.
Dumbledore rarely showed a wry smile on his face, "It's hard..."
"The so-called 'god'... this thing's use of magic power, the essence of magic...beyond our general understanding and experience of magic."
"That is an existence beyond the boundaries of ordinary magic..."
"According to the records left by the ancient magic generation, we who are within the boundaries... can't understand the so-called god at all, can't observe it, and can't describe it in words..."
Dumbledore stopped suddenly, his eyes were confused, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and then he made an analogy and said, "God is like a very special kind of silence..."
"Silence?"
"How can it be compared with that kind of guy...!" Scrimgeour widened his eyes, raised his arm and pointed to the shadow that was getting closer and closer.
"No, I'm only saying that the internal expressions are very similar...but the complexity of the organization is completely different."
All the wizards around became confused, and they didn't understand what the old muscular guy was talking about.
They all have...'This old guy Dumbledore has trained his muscles into his brain' expressions!
"Let's put it this way!" Dumbledore could only explain again, and he asked everyone, "How do we cast magic?"
"Magic, charm, wand!" Ron hurriedly answered.
"The will to try to do magic, spells, wands!" said Hermione.
"Communication perception magic power, clear will, and the magic spell summed up by the experience of the ancestors..."
Most of them were answered by young wizards, or students from Hogwarts and other schools.
Their answers are nothing new, they are based on the textbook and their own understanding...the answers are similar with minor differences.
But Dumbledore just nodded with a smile, he didn't agree,
However, he didn't pretend to be sophisticated enough to delay the time. After waiting for a few answers, he expressed his conclusion, "All of these are correct, according to Woflin's description in the latest edition of "The Theory of Magic"... The difference between us wizards, Muggles, and Squibs is that Muggles can't detect magic power at all, and Squibs can detect magic power, but they can't use magic power..."
"It's because those guys are all degraded bloodlines... Only maintaining the bloodline of pure-blooded wizards is correct."
That's when a Death Eater supporter said so.
Some pure-blood wizards also came out of [New Diagon Alley], mixed in the crowd and surrounded them, speaking loudly without shame.
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, this is completely wrong. As for the reason, I think you should have seen Tom... Oh, that is what you call Voldemort, the latest achievement of the Dark Lord, right?... He transformed those living corpses, which are ordinary Muggle monsters... so that they can perform magic."
The pure-blood wizards who came around looked unhappy, and they wanted to refute and justify something.
But Dumbledore straightened himself up, that hulking, devilishly muscular figure cast a large shadow directly, which frightened those guys a bit.
Dumbledore raised his majestic arm, pointed to the direction under the dark sky, and continued, "We have encountered many on that battlefield...that kind of monsters abound...this is enough to prove what I said is true. What's more, when London fell, you should have seen those monsters..."
"Okay, let's get back on topic...how do we work the magic?"
"Your answers just now are all correct, but they are not complete and not completely accurate. It can be said that one of the most important factors has been ignored..."
"What factor?" Scrimgeour asked bluntly. He was a little impatient listening to Dumbledore's words, and frequently looked at the sky over there, where the shadows were constantly eroding.
"Cover!" said Dumbledore in a low voice.
"what?"
"what?"
Everyone was very puzzled, they had never heard of such a statement.
"Of course, this is hard to understand. It can also be said to be... control, manipulating our own magic power within a certain range..."
"Isn't it a matter of course?" Scrimgeour couldn't stand Dumbledore's nonsense anymore.
But McGuffin recalled... the memory that Dumbledore had shown him and Harry (in the opera house, the female Muggle singer's strange magic out of control), as well as Voldemort's various experiments in Little Hangleton Village, the world of flesh and blood, and the catastrophe of normal London...
All of this seems to be related to the loss of control of magic power.
Could it be that the curse brought by those Egyptian brain-eating worms... the whole London turned into a zombie rampage, is it the result of the magic power getting out of control?
No wonder those armies of living corpses were able to extract so much magic power after being eaten by those swarms...
After thinking about it, McGuffin suddenly felt his scalp go numb.
Seeing that other people couldn't understand, Dumbledore simply said, "Indeed, this is something that we take for granted."
"When every little wizard goes through adolescence and obtains the [Ordinary Wizard Level Certificate] from the magic school, it means that they can control the magic power they can connect, and it is difficult to lose control."
"But don't forget, besides muggles and squibs, there are some people who are excluded from our magical world..."
McGuffin reacted.
Dumbledore was talking about his own sister.
Professor Albus Dumbledore continued in a sad tone, "I think you have heard more or less...some little wizards are born...or after suffering some kind of accident, it will be difficult to control their magic power, to a certain extent...even hurt others and themselves all the time...Silence is just one of the most extreme forms of expression."
"The Ministry of Magic usually puts these children directly in [St. Mungo's Hospital], and treats them as a disease under strict supervision. It is said to be treatment, but in fact it is just letting them go, waiting for them to be killed by their own magic power..."
Scrimgeour also understood what he was talking about.His face became a little vain, and he became less rigid and hard, and the sharp eyes like a lion moved away from Dumbledore.
"Every one of us, whether it's a Muggle, a squib, or a normal wizard...is born with a shackle, which more or less shields us from contact with magic power..."
Many people in the crowd became uneasy, and they felt that what Dumbledore said next would subvert their cognition.
"If this kind of shielding similar to self-protection is serious, you are a complete Muggle; if it is lighter, then you are a squib, if it is like a valve normally... then congratulations, you will have the qualifications of a wizard; if this shackle is born incomplete, or destroyed... just like silence, long-term suppression of one's own magic power directly causes its own mechanism to be completely unable to shield the connection with magic power, and it will directly lose control..."
Stuck scalp numb
(End of this chapter)
Thousands of Muggle soldiers and Aurors suddenly appeared here in [New Diagon Alley], which of course aroused the strangeness and dissatisfaction of the wizards who were originally here.
Among them are many followers of Voldemort, clamoring loudly to drive Dumbledore and them away.
Those guys were wearing black robes with fanatical faces, and wearing masks with candle-melted faces, in the narrow alleys of [New Diagon Alley]... holding large words such as Lord Voldemort is the only god, and parading back and forth.
The MacGuffins didn't need to think about it to know that most of them were Muggles they had saved.
They were probably here in [Diagon Alley]. After learning some rumors about Voldemort, those guys followed the slug logic in their heads and wanted to be Voldemort's dog, so as to pray for their own lives to be spared, or to go further (hoping that they could also cast magic)...
Those cowardly, shameless, but unrealistic and greedy idiots have been staring at McGuffin and the Muggle soldiers who came to [New Diagon Alley] together.
It seemed that he wanted to do something, and wanted to give Voldemort a big gift as a stepping stone.
Those idiots are like worms and mice, doing sneaky and shameless things.
Not only the McGuffins, but even the pure-blood wizards in Diagon Alley who favored the Death Eaters hated these slug-like guys who just bent their knees brazenly and asked for something for no reason.
However, because these stupid Muggles can disgust Dumbledore and the others, and the fragile and weird balance between the various forces in [New Diagon Alley], those pure-blood wizards who discriminate against Muggles can only pinch their noses for the time being and ignore it.
However, McGuffin doubted how Voldemort would feel when he knew that his distinctive face was being used as a mask by those Muggles... parading around.
That's gotta be fun.
Muggles are actually crazy supporters of the Dark Lord.
No matter how much you guess about the lower limit and stupidity of human beings, there are always some guys who can break through our limit imagination.
Fortunately, not long after, the arrival of the floating mountain made the restless [New Diagon Alley] slowly calm down.
Rufus Scrimgeour, Professor McGonagall...Aginbad, Aha Said, Qiao Guohua and others, even Percy Weasley, Hermione, Ron and other Hogwarts students also descended from the [Floating Mountain] into this greatly changed [New Diagon Alley].
When Dumbledore, Black, and Mr. Weasley went forward to explain to Rufus Scrimgeour what happened on that battlefield,
Hermione and Ron, who followed down together, saw McGuffin on the side,
"McGuffin!" Hermione exclaimed immediately in surprise.
She pulled Ron to his side.
"Where's Harry? McGuffin!... Didn't you go to find him?" Ron asked hastily.
McGuffin waved his hand and explained to the two of them from the beginning what happened after he followed Dumbledore to London with a tired face.
From the zombie siege in London, to their battle against the giant zombie... and Voldemort possessing Harry... After that, the whole world fell into this new world, and finally Harry is now surrounded by Voldemort, in a dangerous situation in the house on Privet Drive.
"This... all of this..." Hermione opened her mouth and was speechless.
"Really...fake?" Ron said directly what he felt in his heart.
These things, which sound outrageous, obviously made the two of them unbelievable.
But before it was over, McGuffin then directly told what happened on the battlefield, Dumbledore's connection with the so-called God, Voldemort's next terrible plan...all told.
"That huge and hopeless shadow covers the sky...it makes the scalp tingle, and it absorbs everyone's magic power and soul at every moment..."
"Trust me, Hermione, Ron! If you really notice something strange, don't look up..."
"As far as I know, none of those who faced that monster survived."
"You're not joking! Albert!"
"I have never heard any description related to this in any book!"
"What 'god'...that's too much of a lie!"
Hermione stared at McGuffin's face gravely and in shock, and she wondered how many layers of truth there were in all this.
Suddenly she felt that someone was pulling herself tightly at the elbow, which interrupted her train of thought.
"What are you pulling me for, Ron?"
Hermione turned her head and said to Ron angrily.
Ron pointed at the distant sky tremblingly, "McGuffin, is that what you're talking about?"
McGuffin looked up at the words.
A winding black shadow is constantly devouring the sky behind at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those different scenes on the sky: dusk and twilight, scorching sun during the day, stars at night, wind and snow in winter, black rain in summer, white mist in autumn... They all seemed to be walked by a greedy snake, leaving a zigzag black shadow mark.
As the shadow marks continued to appear and disappear, the sky in that area gradually fell into darkness.
and……
Under that piece of sky, and between the earth...the magic power squeezed out by all the magic power of life...those dark green tentacles began to spread to the sky, like sticking sugar threads, like whipped egg white cream, hissing and sticking together.
— Fuck!
Fuck!what the hell-
McGuffin turned around immediately, and hurriedly shouted to the back, "Professor, Professor Dumbledore! Something is wrong!"
"I see!"
Dumbledore walked towards them with a heavy face, "It seems... faster than I expected the worst..."
"Professor Dumbledore, what should we do?"
Blake, Rufus Scrimgeour, and the others also came here, looking at the abnormality that appeared in the sky over there.
Everyone's face is extremely heavy, obviously they all know the specific situation.
It was hard enough against Voldemort.
Now, they actually want to find a way to fight a 'god' handed down from ancient times.
This leaves everyone's minds pretty much blank, and they don't know what to do.
"Professor, is there any weakness in that thing? How should we deal with it..."
McGuffin asked, he touched the [Curse of Echo Blue] in his hand again, wondering if this thing could deal with monsters like Jormungandr.
Dumbledore rarely showed a wry smile on his face, "It's hard..."
"The so-called 'god'... this thing's use of magic power, the essence of magic...beyond our general understanding and experience of magic."
"That is an existence beyond the boundaries of ordinary magic..."
"According to the records left by the ancient magic generation, we who are within the boundaries... can't understand the so-called god at all, can't observe it, and can't describe it in words..."
Dumbledore stopped suddenly, his eyes were confused, as if he was caught in some kind of memory, and then he made an analogy and said, "God is like a very special kind of silence..."
"Silence?"
"How can it be compared with that kind of guy...!" Scrimgeour widened his eyes, raised his arm and pointed to the shadow that was getting closer and closer.
"No, I'm only saying that the internal expressions are very similar...but the complexity of the organization is completely different."
All the wizards around became confused, and they didn't understand what the old muscular guy was talking about.
They all have...'This old guy Dumbledore has trained his muscles into his brain' expressions!
"Let's put it this way!" Dumbledore could only explain again, and he asked everyone, "How do we cast magic?"
"Magic, charm, wand!" Ron hurriedly answered.
"The will to try to do magic, spells, wands!" said Hermione.
"Communication perception magic power, clear will, and the magic spell summed up by the experience of the ancestors..."
Most of them were answered by young wizards, or students from Hogwarts and other schools.
Their answers are nothing new, they are based on the textbook and their own understanding...the answers are similar with minor differences.
But Dumbledore just nodded with a smile, he didn't agree,
However, he didn't pretend to be sophisticated enough to delay the time. After waiting for a few answers, he expressed his conclusion, "All of these are correct, according to Woflin's description in the latest edition of "The Theory of Magic"... The difference between us wizards, Muggles, and Squibs is that Muggles can't detect magic power at all, and Squibs can detect magic power, but they can't use magic power..."
"It's because those guys are all degraded bloodlines... Only maintaining the bloodline of pure-blooded wizards is correct."
That's when a Death Eater supporter said so.
Some pure-blood wizards also came out of [New Diagon Alley], mixed in the crowd and surrounded them, speaking loudly without shame.
Dumbledore shook his head, "No, this is completely wrong. As for the reason, I think you should have seen Tom... Oh, that is what you call Voldemort, the latest achievement of the Dark Lord, right?... He transformed those living corpses, which are ordinary Muggle monsters... so that they can perform magic."
The pure-blood wizards who came around looked unhappy, and they wanted to refute and justify something.
But Dumbledore straightened himself up, that hulking, devilishly muscular figure cast a large shadow directly, which frightened those guys a bit.
Dumbledore raised his majestic arm, pointed to the direction under the dark sky, and continued, "We have encountered many on that battlefield...that kind of monsters abound...this is enough to prove what I said is true. What's more, when London fell, you should have seen those monsters..."
"Okay, let's get back on topic...how do we work the magic?"
"Your answers just now are all correct, but they are not complete and not completely accurate. It can be said that one of the most important factors has been ignored..."
"What factor?" Scrimgeour asked bluntly. He was a little impatient listening to Dumbledore's words, and frequently looked at the sky over there, where the shadows were constantly eroding.
"Cover!" said Dumbledore in a low voice.
"what?"
"what?"
Everyone was very puzzled, they had never heard of such a statement.
"Of course, this is hard to understand. It can also be said to be... control, manipulating our own magic power within a certain range..."
"Isn't it a matter of course?" Scrimgeour couldn't stand Dumbledore's nonsense anymore.
But McGuffin recalled... the memory that Dumbledore had shown him and Harry (in the opera house, the female Muggle singer's strange magic out of control), as well as Voldemort's various experiments in Little Hangleton Village, the world of flesh and blood, and the catastrophe of normal London...
All of this seems to be related to the loss of control of magic power.
Could it be that the curse brought by those Egyptian brain-eating worms... the whole London turned into a zombie rampage, is it the result of the magic power getting out of control?
No wonder those armies of living corpses were able to extract so much magic power after being eaten by those swarms...
After thinking about it, McGuffin suddenly felt his scalp go numb.
Seeing that other people couldn't understand, Dumbledore simply said, "Indeed, this is something that we take for granted."
"When every little wizard goes through adolescence and obtains the [Ordinary Wizard Level Certificate] from the magic school, it means that they can control the magic power they can connect, and it is difficult to lose control."
"But don't forget, besides muggles and squibs, there are some people who are excluded from our magical world..."
McGuffin reacted.
Dumbledore was talking about his own sister.
Professor Albus Dumbledore continued in a sad tone, "I think you have heard more or less...some little wizards are born...or after suffering some kind of accident, it will be difficult to control their magic power, to a certain extent...even hurt others and themselves all the time...Silence is just one of the most extreme forms of expression."
"The Ministry of Magic usually puts these children directly in [St. Mungo's Hospital], and treats them as a disease under strict supervision. It is said to be treatment, but in fact it is just letting them go, waiting for them to be killed by their own magic power..."
Scrimgeour also understood what he was talking about.His face became a little vain, and he became less rigid and hard, and the sharp eyes like a lion moved away from Dumbledore.
"Every one of us, whether it's a Muggle, a squib, or a normal wizard...is born with a shackle, which more or less shields us from contact with magic power..."
Many people in the crowd became uneasy, and they felt that what Dumbledore said next would subvert their cognition.
"If this kind of shielding similar to self-protection is serious, you are a complete Muggle; if it is lighter, then you are a squib, if it is like a valve normally... then congratulations, you will have the qualifications of a wizard; if this shackle is born incomplete, or destroyed... just like silence, long-term suppression of one's own magic power directly causes its own mechanism to be completely unable to shield the connection with magic power, and it will directly lose control..."
Stuck scalp numb
(End of this chapter)
