Chapter 483 A bottle of white powder

Laich had no idea that he had fallen into Peter's trap. It glanced at the snakemen below with arrogant eyes, feeling that they were extremely weak. It's not worth taking seriously except as food.

After swallowing a few more snakemen, it felt like its belly was bulging and it was hard to eat. So, it decided to rise into the air, preparing to use dragon breath and venom to completely eliminate these incoming snake-men.

However, at this moment, a sudden numbness swept through its body like a tide. Its wings seemed to be bound by invisible chains and no longer obeyed its command. Its legs also became weak and unable to carry its huge body.

In a panic, Leh fell from the cave entrance with a dull loud noise.

It realized with horror that the toxins contained in the blood of the snake-men it had devoured were rapidly accumulating in their bodies. These toxins are like lurking poisonous snakes, paralyzing its body inch by inch.

In silence, the dragon head in the middle and the fire-breathing dragon head had almost completely lost consciousness. Only the venom-spraying dragon head was still struggling tenaciously.

"Damn it, get out of here!" Lech roared in anger and fear, swinging its dragon head violently, throwing the snake-men who climbed onto its face violently against the wall, knocking them into pieces. Puddles of green flesh.

However, there seems to be no end to the number of snakemen. They came like a tidal wave, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand... in groups, climbing up continuously, as if they were going to drown the seemingly invincible dragon in the sea of ​​snake people.

They open their mouths wide, with the corners of their mouths cleft to the base of their ears, revealing teeth as sharp as chisels. Under the sunlight, these sharp teeth shined with a cold white light, mercilessly stabbing Laihe's hard skin.

Although the dragon skin is extremely hard, under the continuous and violent attacks of the snake people, they began to leave spots of scars on it. Tiny scars were like termites, burrowing through the defense of the dragon's skin bit by bit.

"Ah!" Lech let out an earth-shattering roar, and its arrogance and arrogance were ruthlessly torn apart by the snake-man's sharp teeth at this moment.

The first holes to appear were the wings, which were very tough but relatively thin. Immediately afterwards, Leh felt the joint between his fingernails begin to bleed. However, the paralysis effect of the snake-man venom is still increasing rapidly, and it cannot clearly feel what is happening to its feet.

Gradually, Laihe was unable to even shake the snake man on his face. These snake-men frantically tried to get into its mouth, nose, eyes, and ears. They wanted to completely disintegrate the dragon's life from the inside.

At this moment, Lech felt death approaching, and fear spread in its heart.

It felt that every breath became extremely difficult, and its eyelids seemed to be hung with heavy lead weights, so heavy that they could hardly lift them. Facing the threat of death, it tried its best and let out a loud cry for help: "Master, save me!"

"The flames are blazing!"

Facts have proved that its summoning technique is still useful. Rogge quickly waved his wand, and endless flames spewed out from the tip of the wand, mercilessly sweeping through the snake man attached to Lech.

In an instant, those snake-men were burned into cokes by the high temperature. Laihe took a deep breath and looked up at his master in the sky with his dragon eyes full of gratitude and tears.

"This is the consequence of eating indiscriminately." Although Rogge's tone was stern, he did not stop holding the wand in his hand. He shook it gently, pulling Leh back from the brink of death.

"Many obstacles!"

Immediately afterwards, the Kirin wand released a dazzling light, its brightness even surpassed that of the sun for a brief moment.

The deep pit under your feet seemed to be covered with countless layers of transparent covers. No matter how frantically the snake people charged, they could not break through this powerful layer of protection.

From beginning to end, Rogge remained vigilant and did not let himself fall. Because he had a question in his mind, what kind of power could create such a huge pothole.

Rocopic once said that the sky is the realm of dragons, the ground is the realm of wizards, and the underground is the realm of goblins.

Even after being defeated by wizards many times, goblins still occupy an important position in the magical world. This is not because the wizard is benevolent, but because the goblin has enough negotiating conditions to compete with the wizard.

Therefore, when Death Eaters, snake-men, and goblins worked together, he worried that there was a deadly danger hidden below. Especially Voldemort, who has never shown up, his absence made Rogge's sense of vigilance even stronger.

At this moment, Hermione flew over crookedly on her flying broomstick, with Ariana on the broomstick. He really doubted that these two people would fall off the broom.

Flying was her worst class, and she hadn't taken it since first grade. Apart from going to the pitch to watch Quidditch, Hermione had no additional interest in flying broomsticks.

"Roger, what are those?" Hermione nervously grasped the broom handle, trying desperately to keep it from falling.

"You guys sit on the magic carpet." Rogge frowned, but his eyes stayed on Ariana.

The other party smiled shyly and explained softly: "Hermione and I were very worried, so we rushed out directly."

Rogge turned to the library door that was knocked open and nodded helplessly. He secretly wondered in his heart how powerful the Obscurus energy in Ariana's body was to be able to break through the library's defense measures in one fell swoop. Although, the inside is often more fragile than the outside.

"Can we contact Dumbledore?"

Hermione heard that Roger was finally willing to contact the principal, and shouted excitedly: "We're going to Hogwarts right now..."

"No, I'm talking about Aberforth." Rogge shook his head and interrupted Hermione. His eyes never left Ariana, and he said in an unquestionable tone, "There must be some kind of special connection between you. Way. Ask him where the principal went."

Ariana nodded slightly and took out a small mirror from her pocket. She breathed a sigh of relief and wrote a text on it with her finger. Soon, the reply message appeared on the mirror.

"My brother is currently not in the UK." Ariana stared at the mirror with obvious worry in her tone. "The Magical Congress of the United States of America is being attacked by snake people, and Ilvermorny Academy of Magic is not immune either..."

There was a flash of fear in her eyes, and her tone became nervous: "Brother said that there are at least hundreds of thousands of snake-men there, and Muggles are constantly being transformed into those monsters..."

"The principal can't do anything, right?" Rogge sighed softly.

Ariana nodded and glanced at Lech's groaning dragon head. Its other two heads have fallen into a severe coma and lost all functions. If it weren't for the poisonous dragon head's talent for resisting poison, he would have suffocated to death and become a piece of rotten meat on the chopping board.

Ariana learned from Aberforth that her eldest brother had a special protectiveness towards Muggles, which seemed to be his sense of responsibility and mission as a wizard.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood on the top of Woolworth Tower, overlooking the entire city. Under the influence of the Baldwin virus, Muggles were quickly transformed into snake-men.

He could save 1, 10... but there were too many Muggles, and he couldn't save them at all. Even if they are rescued, Muggles will mutate into snake-men without any warning and attack normal people crazily.

The bottom of the building was also crowded with snake people. They even formed human ladders, stacked one layer after another. The snake-men at the bottom were crushed into flesh and became a stepping stone for climbing up.

In every corner of this city, the team of snake-men is densely woven, while dark creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and soul-eating monsters are unleashing their tyranny.

Werewolves cruelly bite children and raise them in basements so that they can taste the tender brains on full moon nights; vampires pierce the arteries in Muggle necks and greedily suck the hot and sweet blood; and those who cannot be numbed The dementors that Gua saw sent countless cold kisses, sweeping away the happiness in people's souls...

The entire New York City has turned into a feast of blood and fire. Death's scythe became sharper in this chaos, ruthlessly harvesting countless rising souls.

Voldemort stood on the Twin Towers, listening to the screams in his ears and looking at the blood at his feet, his whole body was trembling with excitement. He looked into the distance and commented with interest: "So Muggles are your weakness."

No matter how much people around him persuaded him, Dumbledore's wand could never be aimed at Muggles infected by the virus. The group of them seemed helpless in this battle and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

From the beginning, Voldemort's attack plan was both light and dark. Wormtail led a small number of snakemen to attack Travis Manor, with the purpose of attracting Dumbledore's attention as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, Rogge did not seek help from the principal, but chose to resist the snake army alone. So when MACUSA sent out a signal for help, Dumbledore immediately crossed the Atlantic to provide support.

After listening to Ariana's story, Roger breathed a sigh of relief: "I understand."

What he was most worried about was that Voldemort would turn into a villain and hide in the dark to launch a sudden attack. Although he was confident that he could resist, he was always worried about the safety of others.

"Hermione, Ariana, please help me draw lines and symbols on the ground according to the pattern above." Rogge said, handing them a page of parchment on which the magic left by Ravenclaw was depicted. Array.

The paper is covered with intricate, intertwined lines, outlining circles, arcs and many other mysterious patterns. The magic circle composed of these patterns can gather the power of nature and stars, and instantly release huge destructive power.

Hermione was responsible for tracing the lines with her wand, and Ariana was responsible for comparing the drawings. Rogge stared at the pothole below, just in case something unexpected happened.

Compared with magic spells, the preparation of magic circles is extremely cumbersome. The wizard must be like a stone carver, using his wand as a chisel to trace patterns into the earth, stroke by stroke. If anything goes wrong, you have to start from scratch.

Not to mention, most magic circles also need to consider the influence of weather. Rogge looked up at the sky, the scorching sun was shining brightly.

Therefore, except for Ms. Ravenclaw who has studied magic circles, other wizards rarely invest their energy in such things. They were complex and cumbersome, like runes that had lost their magic, and were not popular with wizards.

Peter Pettigrew had been secretly observing the situation above, his eyes falling on those snake-men who were unable to break through the many obstacles. He was hesitant to initiate the last resort now.

When he saw the two witches scratching around on the ground with the pothole as the center, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart. But he knew that he couldn't escape, at least not now.

"What should we do?" He paced back and forth anxiously in the cave. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and took out a small round mirror from his pocket.

"Everything appears." He said as he sprinkled a handful of light and shadow powder, hoping that the mirror would show the scene he wanted.

However, the mirror remained dark, with only the background music of the Ministry of Magic's Dragon Crystal Mirror broadcast echoing in the air.

Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself, "Did Master's plan fail?"

His heart was filled with fear that if Voldemort himself died again, he would lose his asylum again. Thinking of the terrible situation he might face, his body trembled involuntarily, and the features of the rat on his face became more obvious.

"Everyone in the wizarding world, long time no see!" At this moment, Voldemort's cold voice suddenly came from the mirror, and then a white snake-nose egg head appeared on the screen.

Voldemort's wand touched the dragon crystal mirror, and his powerful magic was injected into it, allowing the broadcast signal to travel across the ocean. However, the endurance of the mirror is limited, and sparks keep appearing on the screen, as if it will collapse at any time.

"The world has not changed much during the time I left." He shook his head slightly and said in a hypocritical and pitiful tone: "Wizards are still driven into narrow corners by Muggles, even because of some trivial things. He was judged by his own kind and imprisoned for his trivial matters."

"Vampires and werewolves were ostracized by the magical world, and the giants were forced to live in narrow valleys and were on the verge of extinction..." Voldemort pretended to sigh, and a tear rolled out of his scarlet snake eyes, "I have been thinking about it. ,why is that?"

"Why do oppression and discrimination still exist? Why are wizards still divided into purebloods, mixed-bloods, and mudbloods?" His voice rose, as if he was adding new luster to his background.

"I spent my life and fifteen years of silence to get an answer: the size of the earth is limited, and all our power was transferred to useless Muggles by evil wizards."

"Look, this is the end of New York and the end of Muggles." He held a bottle of white powder between his slender index fingers and thumbs and declared in the mirror: "From today on, the Baldwin Snake Man Virus will spread. All over the place.”

"Muggles will be transformed into ferocious, violent, incommunicable snake-men." A maniacal smile appeared on his face, and he turned the mirror to the distant scene to reveal his "masterpiece" to the world.

The sky above the city was shrouded in dark smoke, and the Muggles running on the streets were killed and devoured by the snakemen before they were infected by the virus. Viruses in the air penetrated pervasively into the nasal cavities of those surviving Muggles, transforming them into monsters of their own kind.

"I will wipe out useless life and return the earth to desolation." Voldemort's voice was full of fanaticism, and his scarlet eyes shone with a sense of morbid happiness. Before the Dragon Crystal Mirror was about to explode, he loudly declared: "Follow me, become a member of the Death Eaters, and create a new world of magic."

"In this new world, there will no longer be distinctions between pure blood, mixed blood, and mudbloods, and there will no longer be distinctions between sacred and inferior. This planet will once again become a land of no one, and all wizards will be able to walk in the mountains and rivers openly. Lakeside, choose your own lifestyle.”

"I promise you, whether you are giants, goblins, vampires, werewolves... or any other magical race, as long as you join me, you can share everything with me."

"From today on, we will overthrow stupid institutions like the Ministry of Magic or the Magical Congress, and throw ridiculous laws against wizards like the Statute of Secrecy into the fireplace."

"Become a Death Eater and you will all receive equal treatment!" Voldemort shouted fervently while pointing his wand into the sky

A green beam of light pierced the sky and shot straight into the sky, and then, the Death Eater symbol appeared over New York. The indifferent skull faces downwards, and the long snake spitting out of its mouth overlooks all the creatures on the earth.

The next second, due to the overload of magic power, the dragon crystal magic mirror could not withstand the huge pressure and instantly burst into countless fragments. In these glass prisms of different sizes, the cold smile on the corner of Voldemort's mouth and the apocalyptic scene below were reflected one by one.

After listening to Voldemort's seductive speech, Wormtail's heart soared with excitement. The team of Death Eaters has changed from a pure-blood society more than ten years ago to a huge organization that coexists with multiple species and spans the magical world.

The only regret is that the live broadcast directed and performed by Voldemort was not seen by many wizards. The Dragonglass Mirror is a new thing for wizards. They treat the Floo Network just like they do with the Floo Network, only using light and shadow powder to watch the show at specific times.

But for Wormtail, this was enough to guarantee loyalty. He witnessed with his own eyes how powerful his master was, how he could easily control a city at the palm of his hand.

When he heard the new vision proposed by Voldemort, the blood in Wormtail's heart boiled and his whole body was filled with energy.