Chapter 469 A Self-directed and Self-acted Farce
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Dumbledore appeared in Whitehall, London, and when he was about to walk to the telephone booth to the Ministry of Magic, he suddenly looked up at the blue sky.
Something seemed to be falling at high speed there.
He stopped and waited patiently.
A paper pigeon pierced through the clouds and sprinted down at an even faster speed.
These days, to send messages in such an extremely revealing way in broad daylight must have been something quite urgent.
The moment he held the Elder Wand, it stood on top of Dumbledore's outstretched left hand.
The Muggles around didn't pay attention to such a strangely dressed old man.
He took apart the white pigeon paper, and the black ink spread from the paper little by little.
Likely to be attacked?
Missing?
More than one this time?
Huh—why this time?
Dumbledore remembered the last time he disappeared.
When the news from the Magic Congress was received, the man had already been found.
This time, he will be notified in advance. It turned out that he was asked to help.
In the field of Dark Arts, most wizards have always believed that Voldemort is the strongest.
To wantonly take the lives of others is too strong to be resisted.
But Dumbledore knew that the strongest was just the most powerful.
Black magic that can perfectly control one's own mana, making people near death but not fatal.
Only a very few wizards know the truth that Gellert Grindelwald is the undisputed strongest in this field.
The power that can be controlled is the power, and the power that is controlled by the power in turn has no right to be called the strongest.
The disappearance of Vincent, who was not naturally affected by the dark arts, was more urgent than Voldemort's return to his peak state.
Before entering the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore suddenly smiled with a serious expression.
He thought of another possibility, a possibility that no one thought was possible.
……
……
Takuma, who visited Tanji Island in person, had sharp eyes, and his eyes were always locked on a piece of sea area.
His eldest son, Hirakawa, stood at the rear left, side by side with Watanabe, guarding the surroundings.
Ten minutes later, the calm sea rippled.
More and more intensive, more and more frequent.
A member of the law enforcement team with a bubble on his head came out of the sea.
In his right hand he held up a piece of charred wreckage.
Takuma's childlike hole instantly shrank.
There are wrecks on the bottom of the sea can't explain anything, the key is to find...
The dull eyes returned to their previous sharpness.
It was Yin Teng who first discovered the wreckage and apparated it to the beach.
"What's going on under the sea?"
"It's terrible that almost no part of the yacht is complete."
Takuma, who was staring at the wreckage, withdrew his gaze, "Have you found their remains?"
Yin Teng shook his head, "Captain Kagura ordered us to continue salvaging, and he personally led a team to expand the search area."
The use of magic can cause salvage work in an instant, but it will cover the faint magic breath on the yacht wreck.
It will take at least one day to soak in the bottom, and no one can guarantee where the current will take them.
As more and more wrecks were salvaged ashore, Takuma still watched blankly.
When the half piece of black down - the black cloth strip appeared, he was obviously not as tense as before.
As more cloth strips and some relatively complete clothes were salvaged, both Hirakawa and Watanabe could feel that he was much more relaxed.
"Minister Weiya, the seabed has been salvaged within ten kilometers!"
"Have you found Mithril?"
"No, Minister."
"Okay!" Tuozhen's sharp eyes swept over the 16 members of the law enforcement team led by Yin Teng one by one.
His gaze finally settled on the calm sea, "Listen, everyone, take a good rest for an hour, and then go down to take over the search work of Captain Kagura."
"Yes, my lord!"
It's almost dusk now, if you still can't find it tonight, there are only two possibilities left.
Judging from the lack of movement, the children should have lost consciousness before the yacht was attacked by black magic.
Not to mention how difficult it is to achieve, at least there is no life-threatening for the time being.
As for the other possibility, it is very low, but it cannot be ruled out that it was destroyed...
Back at the Ministry of Magic, the three of them saw Dumbledore sitting on the sofa in the hall, who had just arrived not long ago.
Tuozhen, who was completely relaxed, walked forward quickly, "Your Excellency Dumbledore, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to come here."
"They are my students and nothing is more important than that."
When he came to the minister's office, Hirakawa went out to make tea immediately.
Takuma nodded slightly to Watanabe, and the latter took out an exquisite small wooden box from the inner pocket of the white robe.
Dumbledore opened it solemnly and took out a piece of yacht wreckage.
Familiar mana composition, familiar black magic breath.
There is only one wizard in the world who can modify the threshold of black magic to such a low level.
Among the 13 missing children, one happened to be his apprentice.
The answer is self-evident.
This is a self-directed farce.
He took out the second wreck, and flicked the Elder Wand.
The black mist that was stripped out was very violent, as if it wanted to destroy everything in this space.
"Your Excellency, Dumbledore, what is this?"
"Restore this magic through the remaining traces."
When the black mist touched the powerful magic power of the tip of the Elder Wand, a burst of flames instantly engulfed the entire office.
Watanabe, who had just stood in front of Takuma, didn't even touch his wand, and the flames spread by the powerful impact were all compressed into a small spot.
After Dumbledore dismissed the crisis lightly, his face was even more serious than before.
"Mr. Weiwu, this is a perfectly controlled blasting spell."
Takuma's eyes signaled Watanabe to step back, "Does your excellency already have a clue?"
"I'm not sure."
"Knock knock—" the knock on the door stopped his further inquiry.
It was Hirakawa who came in, and the current principal of the magic institute, Abe Hagen.
Ping Chuan put down his tea and stood outside the door.
"Minister Weiwu, Your Excellency Dumbledore." Yu Xuan's position was straight.
After saying hello, Takuma asked him to look at the wreckage in the small wooden box first.
Like Hogwarts, the Magic Institute strictly prohibits students from contacting the dark arts.
All they can learn are targeted defensive magic.
Of course Yu Xuan couldn't directly strip away the black magic aura like Dumbledore did.
He summoned his own shikigami - a silver nine-tailed fox patron saint.
Each of the nine tails was wrapped around a piece of yacht wreck, and the wand of cherry blossom wood without fancy carvings pointed at them one by one.
When the first translucent dot floated out of it, his right hand holding the wand flicked slightly.
"Evil manifests—"
After the spell in Japanese, the translucent dots quickly stretched into a long strip.
Repeat eight times, and then stack them tightly together, the original translucence has a few more black silk threads.
After confirming that it was black magic, he dispelled the guardian spirit of the nine-tailed fox, as if hesitating whether to continue.
But Dumbledore, who raised his teacup and took a sip, gave him confidence.
"Spell restoration——"
Unlike before, the restored blasting spell is much less powerful this time.
Watanabe stood in front of Takuma again.
But at the moment when the impact pushed the flames outward, the entire blasting spell stopped as if it had been slapped flat.
Dumbledore made a steady circle with his right hand holding the Elder Wand.
Light blue circular lines wrap it.
The blasting spell began to be released again.
It seems that the power is not great, but it is just that.
If Dumbledore hadn't shot in time, Watanabe believed that he would have been blown away at the lightest.
……
……
Something seemed to be falling at high speed there.
He stopped and waited patiently.
A paper pigeon pierced through the clouds and sprinted down at an even faster speed.
These days, to send messages in such an extremely revealing way in broad daylight must have been something quite urgent.
The moment he held the Elder Wand, it stood on top of Dumbledore's outstretched left hand.
The Muggles around didn't pay attention to such a strangely dressed old man.
He took apart the white pigeon paper, and the black ink spread from the paper little by little.
Likely to be attacked?
Missing?
More than one this time?
Huh—why this time?
Dumbledore remembered the last time he disappeared.
When the news from the Magic Congress was received, the man had already been found.
This time, he will be notified in advance. It turned out that he was asked to help.
In the field of Dark Arts, most wizards have always believed that Voldemort is the strongest.
To wantonly take the lives of others is too strong to be resisted.
But Dumbledore knew that the strongest was just the most powerful.
Black magic that can perfectly control one's own mana, making people near death but not fatal.
Only a very few wizards know the truth that Gellert Grindelwald is the undisputed strongest in this field.
The power that can be controlled is the power, and the power that is controlled by the power in turn has no right to be called the strongest.
The disappearance of Vincent, who was not naturally affected by the dark arts, was more urgent than Voldemort's return to his peak state.
Before entering the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore suddenly smiled with a serious expression.
He thought of another possibility, a possibility that no one thought was possible.
……
……
Takuma, who visited Tanji Island in person, had sharp eyes, and his eyes were always locked on a piece of sea area.
His eldest son, Hirakawa, stood at the rear left, side by side with Watanabe, guarding the surroundings.
Ten minutes later, the calm sea rippled.
More and more intensive, more and more frequent.
A member of the law enforcement team with a bubble on his head came out of the sea.
In his right hand he held up a piece of charred wreckage.
Takuma's childlike hole instantly shrank.
There are wrecks on the bottom of the sea can't explain anything, the key is to find...
The dull eyes returned to their previous sharpness.
It was Yin Teng who first discovered the wreckage and apparated it to the beach.
"What's going on under the sea?"
"It's terrible that almost no part of the yacht is complete."
Takuma, who was staring at the wreckage, withdrew his gaze, "Have you found their remains?"
Yin Teng shook his head, "Captain Kagura ordered us to continue salvaging, and he personally led a team to expand the search area."
The use of magic can cause salvage work in an instant, but it will cover the faint magic breath on the yacht wreck.
It will take at least one day to soak in the bottom, and no one can guarantee where the current will take them.
As more and more wrecks were salvaged ashore, Takuma still watched blankly.
When the half piece of black down - the black cloth strip appeared, he was obviously not as tense as before.
As more cloth strips and some relatively complete clothes were salvaged, both Hirakawa and Watanabe could feel that he was much more relaxed.
"Minister Weiya, the seabed has been salvaged within ten kilometers!"
"Have you found Mithril?"
"No, Minister."
"Okay!" Tuozhen's sharp eyes swept over the 16 members of the law enforcement team led by Yin Teng one by one.
His gaze finally settled on the calm sea, "Listen, everyone, take a good rest for an hour, and then go down to take over the search work of Captain Kagura."
"Yes, my lord!"
It's almost dusk now, if you still can't find it tonight, there are only two possibilities left.
Judging from the lack of movement, the children should have lost consciousness before the yacht was attacked by black magic.
Not to mention how difficult it is to achieve, at least there is no life-threatening for the time being.
As for the other possibility, it is very low, but it cannot be ruled out that it was destroyed...
Back at the Ministry of Magic, the three of them saw Dumbledore sitting on the sofa in the hall, who had just arrived not long ago.
Tuozhen, who was completely relaxed, walked forward quickly, "Your Excellency Dumbledore, thank you very much for taking time out of your busy schedule to come here."
"They are my students and nothing is more important than that."
When he came to the minister's office, Hirakawa went out to make tea immediately.
Takuma nodded slightly to Watanabe, and the latter took out an exquisite small wooden box from the inner pocket of the white robe.
Dumbledore opened it solemnly and took out a piece of yacht wreckage.
Familiar mana composition, familiar black magic breath.
There is only one wizard in the world who can modify the threshold of black magic to such a low level.
Among the 13 missing children, one happened to be his apprentice.
The answer is self-evident.
This is a self-directed farce.
He took out the second wreck, and flicked the Elder Wand.
The black mist that was stripped out was very violent, as if it wanted to destroy everything in this space.
"Your Excellency, Dumbledore, what is this?"
"Restore this magic through the remaining traces."
When the black mist touched the powerful magic power of the tip of the Elder Wand, a burst of flames instantly engulfed the entire office.
Watanabe, who had just stood in front of Takuma, didn't even touch his wand, and the flames spread by the powerful impact were all compressed into a small spot.
After Dumbledore dismissed the crisis lightly, his face was even more serious than before.
"Mr. Weiwu, this is a perfectly controlled blasting spell."
Takuma's eyes signaled Watanabe to step back, "Does your excellency already have a clue?"
"I'm not sure."
"Knock knock—" the knock on the door stopped his further inquiry.
It was Hirakawa who came in, and the current principal of the magic institute, Abe Hagen.
Ping Chuan put down his tea and stood outside the door.
"Minister Weiwu, Your Excellency Dumbledore." Yu Xuan's position was straight.
After saying hello, Takuma asked him to look at the wreckage in the small wooden box first.
Like Hogwarts, the Magic Institute strictly prohibits students from contacting the dark arts.
All they can learn are targeted defensive magic.
Of course Yu Xuan couldn't directly strip away the black magic aura like Dumbledore did.
He summoned his own shikigami - a silver nine-tailed fox patron saint.
Each of the nine tails was wrapped around a piece of yacht wreck, and the wand of cherry blossom wood without fancy carvings pointed at them one by one.
When the first translucent dot floated out of it, his right hand holding the wand flicked slightly.
"Evil manifests—"
After the spell in Japanese, the translucent dots quickly stretched into a long strip.
Repeat eight times, and then stack them tightly together, the original translucence has a few more black silk threads.
After confirming that it was black magic, he dispelled the guardian spirit of the nine-tailed fox, as if hesitating whether to continue.
But Dumbledore, who raised his teacup and took a sip, gave him confidence.
"Spell restoration——"
Unlike before, the restored blasting spell is much less powerful this time.
Watanabe stood in front of Takuma again.
But at the moment when the impact pushed the flames outward, the entire blasting spell stopped as if it had been slapped flat.
Dumbledore made a steady circle with his right hand holding the Elder Wand.
Light blue circular lines wrap it.
The blasting spell began to be released again.
It seems that the power is not great, but it is just that.
If Dumbledore hadn't shot in time, Watanabe believed that he would have been blown away at the lightest.
……
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