Chapter 1239 The Bat Family: Assemble
Chapter 1239 The Bat Family Assembles
Justice may be delayed, but it will never be denied.
Fred and George hung a banner with this phrase on the roof of the Room of Requirement.
"Perfect!" The twins dusted themselves off and sat down at the round table in the center of the room.
Hermione, the mastermind behind the operation, is taking stock of the equipment. Vincent has brought back many gadgets from the wizarding world in Hong Kong, which will surely create an "unforgettable" night for Umbridge.
“Since we’re here to uphold justice,” George grinned, grabbing a retractable back scratcher from the round table, “how about we call ourselves the Justice League from now on?”
Cedric's lips twitched. "Without Batman, what kind of Justice League are we?"
George aimed the retractable tickle at his armpit and pressed the switch.
"Hey—stop messing around." Cedric shifted in his chair. "I was just venting."
The Justice League can do without anyone, but it cannot do without Batman.
George stopped fooling around and turned to Hermione. "Mrs. Wayne, why don't you contact Mr. Wayne? We can't do this without him."
Hermione blushed and glared at him. "He's been very busy lately, he probably won't have time to go back to school."
Fred turned on the projection screen of the magic communicator and pointed his finger at Vincent's portrait.
A moment later, the video call was connected, and a familiar face appeared on the screen.
Vincent, in the research room, glanced at the banner hanging on the ceiling and, combined with the recent reports in the Daily Prophet, quickly guessed what they were going to do tonight.
"Dude, we need your help."
"Okay."
Hermione quickly grabbed Fred's hand, turning the projection screen towards her. "All the wizards are watching Hogwarts right now. What if you're discovered..."
“It’s alright.” Vincent took the white disguise mask from the Le Maire ring. “I have this, and…”
He suddenly shook his head. "When are you going to make your move?"
Hermione could tell he was hiding something. "We haven't decided yet."
Vincent, seen on the projection screen, glanced behind him. "Alright, let's get started once I get here."
Hermione tried hard to suppress the smile on her face. "Be careful on the road, and don't get caught."
“I will.” Vincent hung up the call quickly, seemingly impatient.
"Hehe~" Fred's wicked laughter startled Hermione, who quickly let go of his hand.
"Our Gryffindor leader may say he's too busy, but she really wants him to come back to school."
Hermione, unusually, did not refute him, but simply continued to silently check the equipment.
the other side,
Vincent got up and walked to William's lab bench, where a set of all-black combat suits was placed.
Twenty minutes later, the Voice of the Night, without activating stealth mode, arrived at Hogwarts.
Vincent, now dressed in his battle suit, leaped from the cockpit and glided into the castle from the sky using his open cloak.
Hermione, seemingly sensing something, turned to look at the tightly closed door from inside the Requirement room.
The lights flickered inexplicably a few times, and Vincent, dressed in a bat suit, suddenly appeared in front of the door.
Almost instinctively, Hermione got up and lunged at him.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ Mrs. Wayne is too enthusiastic."
Hermione turned around and glared at Fred, then reluctantly let go of Vincent.
Then everyone noticed that his bat suit seemed a little different. The design hadn't changed much, but it had an inexplicable sense of oppression.
Under their curious gazes, Vincent removed the bat-shaped helmet that only revealed half of his face. "The latest research result, made of 'physical-magical composite armor,' can effectively defend against magical attacks."
Fred and George's eyes lit up as they cautiously touched the bat emblem on the chest of his suit as they stood in front of him.
It feels somewhat like metal, but without the coldness that metal is known for; it's quite silky to the touch.
"Dude, what's a 'physical-magical composite armor'?"
"A composite armor that uses multi-layered graphene as a base, applies a physical protective spell, and then inscribes magic such as Niven that can actively interfere with, deflect, and consume spells."
What is graphene?
"A single-layer carbon atom structure crystal stripped from graphite."
"And what is a carbon atom—?"
"Alright." Hermione quickly pulled the twins away from Vincent, who were still groping him. "I'll explain in detail another day."
"Oh~" the twins trailed off, as if hinting at something.
Vincent shook his head, both amused and exasperated.
Sure enough, with these two clowns around, even the most difficult situations become joyful.
The Bat Family has reunited after a long time, and this time, justice will surely prevail over evil.
The fourth floor of the castle, the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.
Umbridge was fast asleep in her pink bedroom, covered with a satin blanket embroidered with cats.
Her lips curled up slightly, as if she were having a sweet dream.
Suddenly, a deep, hoarse voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, rang in her ears:
"Dolores Umbridge".
She woke up with a start, her heart pounding.
Her room was empty in the darkness.
"You think you can bring order?"
The sound rang out again, this time from the deepest shadow in the corner of the room.
The shadow began to writhe and expand, separating into an outline darker than darkness itself.
Umbridge gripped the blanket tightly around her, and the silhouette of the shadow gradually became clearer. It was a tall, sturdy human figure draped in a cloak, and the silhouette of the pointed ears on its shoulders seemed familiar to her.
In the dark shadows, a pair of eyes emitting a cold, faint light stared back at her.
"Who?! Show yourself!" Umbridge screamed, grabbing the small wand from beside her pillow. "How dare you attack the Ministry's Special Education Commissioner! I'm going to lock you up in Azkaban!"
"Azkaban?" The voice from the shadows was mocking and chilling.
“That place holds visible madness, and you, Umbridge, weave lie after lie with pink ribbons.”
Umbridge trembled as she unleashed a spell; the red light vanished into the shadows, as if swallowed up.
"look at me."
The figure moved, appearing instantly from the corner beside her bed with superhuman speed and silence, without even stirring a breeze.
The moonlight moved at that moment, illuminating the lower half of his face.
It had a sharply defined chin and a tightly pursed, emotionless mouth.
He emanated no magical energy, yet he exuded an inexplicable sense of oppression.
The oppressive feeling was very pure and primal, like a heavy boulder pressing down on Umbridge's chest.
“You have insulted Frivi because his soul is greater than yours.”
"You slander Sprout because you admire the vibrant life force in her hands."
"You crave control because deep down you're a screaming, unwanted child."
Every word he uttered was like a cold scalpel precisely peeling away Umbridge's carefully crafted facade, revealing her ugliest, most unwillingly confronted inner self.
Overwhelmed by fear, Umbridge began to have difficulty breathing.
This wasn't fear of the Ministry of Magic or of power; it was fear of being completely seen through and having nowhere to hide.
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