radicalducati Chapter 253 Anomaly
Chapter 253 Anomaly
Chapter 253 Anomaly
In the lobby.
The firewalls that sealed off all the doors dimmed for a moment, making the hearts of those lying in ambush in the hall leap into their throats.
But after a brief dimming, there were no other unusual changes, as if the dimming was just an intermittent dimming caused by poor contact or insufficient energy.
Everyone's mood was like a rollercoaster, first relaxing, then rising again, because they saw people coming out from behind the wall of fire.
Those lying in ambush in the hall immediately focused their attention, gripping their wands tightly, ready to unleash their magic at any moment, as long as their brains gave the command to attack.
Before the human figure appeared in the hall, a series of light and shadow changes appeared, from purple to yellow.
At the same time, people were shouting, "Not the enemy, not the enemy."
The Auror who came out from behind the door indicated, as previously agreed, that everything was safe, that they were on their side, and there was no need to take action.
The Aurors who had entered earlier emerged from behind the door, carrying several pale-faced men in black robes.
Kingsley and Lane appear last.
Kingsley asked Auror, who remained in the hall, "What is the situation regarding casualties? Have they begun compiling a list of the dead?"
"The scene hasn't been thoroughly cleaned up yet, but we haven't found any murdered wizards, but there are quite a few murdered fairies. A more detailed picture will be available in about ten minutes."
"I understand, you can go back to your work." Kingsley instructed his subordinates to continue gathering intelligence from the scene, then approached the man in black: "Tell me, who sent you? Why did you attack this place? How many people are behind you?"
He had many interrogation techniques in mind, a necessary part of Auror training, but he didn't think he needed them now because these black-robed wizards were terrified.
"what?"
They still dare to act crazy and pretend to be stupid. It seems their mental fortitude and resilience are not as weak as they appear. He overestimated these black-robed men. If they were in a different position, few of his elite Aurors would have such backbone and such courage.
"I must say, you are very loyal. Even after facing Mr. Ryan, you still had the courage to speak up for those behind you."
"Provide cover. However, the Aurors have a knack for dealing with people like you. You can choose to speak now, or you can choose to speak after we've used our methods."
He even brought truth serum with him this time, intending to use it directly if intimidation failed. While using truth serum requires complicated procedures to be considered legitimate, or at least ministerial approval (otherwise violating wizarding law), the black-robed figures carrying out the terrorist attack wouldn't receive the sympathy of the wizards present, and therefore wouldn't receive the proper due process.
The wizards nearby, whether Aurors or non-Aurors, pretended not to hear Kingsley's threats, feigning intermittent deafness.
The black-robed wizard remained silent, muttering "Aba aba" as if he were dumbfounded.
At first, everyone thought these people were just pretending to be stupid, but as their saliva started to drip down their faces, everyone realized something was wrong—these people really seemed to have gone mad!
Only the black-robed wizard, whom Ryan had initially taken down in the hall, remained clear-headed: "Don't bother."
Ryan became increasingly suspicious of these Ababa black-robed wizards, and asked, "What do you know?"
A strange smile appeared on his somewhat chubby face: "I don't know anything."
Even the Auror standing nearby couldn't stand it anymore: "You're about to die and you still dare to be stubborn! Is it too late for you to say you know nothing now?!"
The black-robed wizard shook his head, very quickly, pointing at his colleagues who were all babbling: "What I mean is, I don't know anything anymore."
"what?"
No one understood.
Kingsley seemed to have thought of something, and just as he turned his head, he saw Ryan nod slightly to him.
"What this person means is that he no longer knows why he's here, or even who he is. Am I right?"
"That's what I mean. I can feel my memories fading away rapidly. Perhaps it can't be called a feeling, because I've never felt so pale before. Maybe it should be described as Muggles drawing in the sand and then smoothing out the furrows and the scene they created with their hands—"
Finally, the black-robed wizard, now lucid, wore a bitter smile: "Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Why am I here? I have no idea!"
"I have no idea!"
"What on earth happened?!"
"What's going on here?!"
His bitter smile turned into a mournful one, and finally he burst into loud sobs.
Finally, the crying stopped.
Because he joined his colleagues, drooling, eyes unfocused, grinning and babbling.
Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines, a chill that came from the unknown.
They looked at Ryan for help.
Needless to say, Kingsley, as an elite Auror, had his once unbreakable magical worldview shattered many times over. It was no longer on the verge of collapse; now, not only was its foundation gone, it was crumbling.
"Do you know what's wrong with them? Is there some kind of spell that can cause amnesia—is it a forgetting spell?"
He couldn't believe his own words, because the forgetting spell required someone to cast it, and these people were turned into idiots right under their noses!
There is absolutely no trace of spellcasting!
"Is it possible that the magic was cast in advance—and only takes effect at a specific time? No, that's impossible."
For a fleeting moment, Kingsley seemed to hear the sound of his brain overload.
He then realized that his brain still needed to hold on; it wasn't time to overload yet. As for his values and such, they were shattered, but not completely.
Because, under the watchful eyes of everyone, these black-robed men who kept babbling "Aba aba" gradually developed localized oiliness on their bodies.
Large drops of grease dripped onto the ground, carrying a strong, fishy smell, while these people continued to laugh foolishly, even though some of the dough had already turned into rolling grease, revealing gnarled and muscular flesh beneath the grease.
Some of the wizards watching were already feeling intensely nauseous. The Aurors also turned their heads away. They had indeed seen death in their training, but they had never seen such a disgusting scene—like a person made of candle wax, being melted away bit by bit, the bloody stench filling the air as the flesh melted, the internal organs, intestines, heart, and lungs being peeled away piece by piece to reveal themselves to the world.
Finally, only a few black robes floated on the thick layer of grease on the ground, a mixture of yellow, white, and red colors, some of which had already begun to solidify.
There was also an unexpected item.
A delicate little gold cup engraved with a badger.
"As expected." Frain confirmed his guess and also refreshed his understanding of the formidable enemy of the future.
"What's this cup?" Kingsley asked, shaking his head vigorously. "Why do I feel like I really want to take it with me!"
"I think so too!"
"Me too! I thought it was because I hadn't learned the rules properly!"
The Aurors present echoed this sentiment, and the ordinary wizards nodded in agreement, their desire to seize the golden cup rising within them upon seeing it.
"Hufflepuff's Golden Cup".
Ryan reached out and took the cup out; even after being pulled from the grease, the cup remained spotless.
He held the cup in front of him, lowered his voice, and said softly, "Tom, you can't fool me, because what I want and want is far greater than you can imagine."
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