Chapter 1315 Change of plan
"Kill them!"
As Bella's cold words fell, Labastan instantly charged at Vincent like a mad dog, disregarding everything.
Faced with vicious curses and frenzied attacks, Vincent remained calm and didn't even take out his wand.
The incantations, swirling at tricky angles, struck the magical barrier that appeared out of nowhere just before they were about to hit.
His counterattack left Rabastan in a sorry state. The eerie blue beams came one after another, and if one was even a fraction of a second slower in reacting, they would graz his body, leaving another long scar.
Needless to say, Dumbledore's situation was completely relaxed and leisurely.
The Death Eaters' spells either cancel each other out or are easily neutralized by the birds or shields they transform into through Polymorph.
He even had the capacity to control the battle's range, preventing the Death Eaters' curse from causing even greater destruction.
Bella, who hadn't participated in the battle, looked increasingly grim.
According to the original plan, even if Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix discovered their operation tonight, they could at least buy themselves twenty minutes. But now…
“Bella!” The Death Eater who had been hiding behind Bella finally revealed his true identity. He was Walton McNeil, an executioner from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Committee on the Disposal of Dangerous Animals.
"I can't hold on any longer! Come help me!"
He went to help in Rabastan, but was targeted as soon as he joined. His cloak was reduced to a tattered piece of cloth, and his face could no longer be hidden.
Vincent remembered him; when he disguised himself as Scrimgeour to apply for documents at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he would almost always see a gloomy guy alone in a corner.
With Voldemort's return, the Death Eaters who claimed to be under the control of the Imperius Curse have indeed returned to their master's embrace.
Bella hadn't expected Vincent to be able to handle two opponents with ease. Faced with those unseen attacks, she decisively cast a powerful manifestation spell.
A flash of bright light streaked across the sky, causing ripples in the air.
Bella grinned, her scarlet lips parting in anticipation of the strange little creatures revealing their true forms.
However, several seconds passed, and what she expected did not happen.
How can this be……
The Manifestation Charm can remove disguises or reveal entities hidden by magic. Her powerful Manifestation Charm is even more powerful, capable of neutralizing the effects of Polyjuice Potion brewed by Snape himself.
Bella's astonished expression made McNeil's heart sink instantly.
If you can see something, you can take precautions; but how do you defend against something you can't see?
Like in Rabastan? A reckless, frenzied attack? Then crashing into a magical barrier that appears out of nowhere? And getting battered and bruised by beams of light that also appear out of nowhere?
"Use your brain! Rabastan, your spells are completely ineffective!"
Ignoring all advice, Rabastan swung his wand forcefully, turning the small stones that had been thrown onto the ground into steel needles that emitted black smoke.
He endured the pain of his shoulder being pierced, gritting his teeth as he aimed the tip of his cane at Vincent.
Countless steel needles shot out, but they all mysteriously stopped in mid-air. It was that strange magical barrier that blocked the attack once again.
"Die!" Rabastan laughed maniacally, and the steel needles emitting black energy suddenly exploded.
Smoke rose, but it was quickly gathered together with the debris.
Vincent tossed it back from a distance, and Rabastan, seeing the black ball fall to his feet, hurriedly conjured a silver-white physical shield.
The steel needle fragments exploded more densely, and the silver-white solid shield was instantly covered with cracks.
The flying shards grazed Bella's sickly pale face. She reached out her hand, and her cold fingertips felt the long-lost warmth.
She looked down at the glaring scarlet on her fingertip, her deep black pupils suddenly contracting.
Blood, her blood, the blood that flowed from the filthy tricks of a mud-blooded person who had cut her.
"Hah—" A sharp gasp burst from deep in her throat.
This is not just pain, but a desecration and humiliation that penetrates to the very marrow of one's bones.
Delaying time and master's task were all forgotten at this moment.
All she could see was that little mud-covered creature still standing there, its clothes barely ruffled.
"How dare you—" She raised her wand high, the tip emitting a chilling green light, her scarlet lips about to utter the deadly spell.
“Bella! Stop!” McNeil yelled, pointing to the entrance.
Bella glanced sharply toward the entrance to the hall, where several figures rushed in. Leading the way was the pure-blood traitor, Arthur Weasley.
The Order of the Phoenix's reinforcements arrived, faster than expected.
Bella's wand, held high, froze in mid-air, the green light at its tip flashing violently a few times before going out.
Her sickly pale face contorted in a near-collapse-like grimace.
Kill that Mudblood! Now! Immediately! But what happens after that? Surrounded by the Order of the Phoenix? Completely losing the chance to buy time for their master?
No! The master's grand plan is a thousand times, ten thousand times more important than killing that little mud-blood!
She lowered her wand and hissed sharply at the Death Eaters, “Come here!”
Labastan was still glaring at Vincent with resentment when McNeil scrambled to her side.
The other two Death Eaters who were fighting Dumbledore also hurriedly gathered around, forming a defensive circle back to back.
“There are too many of them…” McNeil’s voice trembled slightly, “Bella, we…”
"Shut up!" Bella interrupted him sharply, her eyes scanning frantically at the black doors that had no words, symbols, numbers, or visual markings.
We must not let anyone ruin our master's plans, so...
“Listen,” she said in a low voice, speaking very quickly, “the plan has changed. We’ll split up and rush into different doors, using ourselves as bait to buy time for our master, even if it’s just one more minute or one more second.”
"What?!" McNeil exclaimed, "Spread out? We'll be picked off one by one!"
"This is an order! For Master's sake!" Bella's fierce eyes looked like she wanted to devour someone. "Or do you want to go back and face Master's wrath because of failure?"
The Death Eaters shuddered at the thought of Voldemort's methods of punishing the losers, and even the madness in Labastan's eyes faded somewhat, replaced by fear.
"I'm going over there!" Rabastan pointed to a door. He needed to vent, he needed to destroy things, there must be something inside to smash.
McNeil pointed to the corner, "I'll go over there."
That door looked the least conspicuous, but perhaps it was the safest.
"I'm with Rabastan!"
"Then I'll go to the other side!"
Bella's gaze shifted to the two doors behind her. Her master was behind the left door, so she had to go to the right.
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