Hogwarts 1991

Chapter 622 White Curtain
February 23, at four o'clock in the morning.

When all of London is completely asleep.

Above the city, the clouds and mists...

The dense white mist is vertically inserted into the ground like a funnel,
Strains of thick fog spewed out from a huge vortex that was turbulently flowing in the sky... and covered the entire city in an instant.

from top to bottom,

In the darkness of night and dim streetlights...everywhere you can't see your fingers!

And subject to the well-known London lockdown,

The streets, bars... and even some hospitals are empty... without people.

No one is paying attention to the strange phenomenon that is happening in London.

He also didn't notice that some weird people who usually don't appear in a fair manner and don't conform to the dress code of Muggle society... are haunting the whole of London little by little.

After a burst of air, they suddenly appeared...waving their magic wands, and trapped those living corpses who had lost their minds and human shapes...for various reasons and were hidden in the air, tied them up with various colored and tough ribbons, and took them away directly.

Aurors from all over the world are gathering in one place from all over London.

In the whole of London, only here is a circular area, free of fog.

— Goodmeyers Hospital, Ilford, East London.

The closer they got here, the more serious the expressions of these Aurors were, and some of the wizards even showed some hesitation and fear at a loss.

People gradually stopped on the grass outside the Goodmeyers Mental Hospital.

What are they waiting for...

A few black dots pierced through the thick fog and slowly fell in the sky.

Cornelius Fudge suddenly appeared from the crowd, and greeted him with a very serious expression.

Watching the fallen wizard,
The faces of the Aurors who knew the inside story of this mission were much better, at least not the kind of mournful concubines.

"Professor Albus Dumbledore!" Fudge looked at him and greeted the person.

In his tone... he seemed relieved, but also a little nervous and wary.

Dumbledore didn't seem to see Fudge's defense,
He was talking to Qiao Guohua, Akinbad, Ahha, Jessida Gray, Agilbert Fonnet... other wizards from other schools.

After hearing Fudge's greeting, he stopped discussing in a low voice, turned his head and responded,
"Connelly! Do you have to insist on this operation? It's just me. I don't agree...it's too risky, we're not ready yet..."

"At this point, I have no way out."

"It's even crazier this time...Look at what he did in London...a contagious new type of curse...This is something that the entire United Magic Association and the entire wizarding world cannot tolerate..."

"Wolf disease, black death...the curse of Theseus, blood addiction...these contagious curses that have been handed down from history to the present...that are difficult to eliminate, are bad enough, we don't need a new trouble."

"What's more, you also understand that person, what he wants this time is not just power and fear, but war...a real war between two worlds!"

"Dumbledore, we can't wait any longer."

"And because of the arrival of the new generation, when we decided to hold the 'Top Ten Tournament'... when we joined forces with the Ministry of Magic of other countries, we had already discussed it...you can't go back on your word."

Fudge tried to hide his nervousness and fear, and his weakness of wanting to rely on Dumbledore.

But his last sentence was still timid.

Dumbledore stared at Fudge, who said deadpan, "If you insist..."

"I won't go back on my word. Certainly not!" Fudge repeated, as if firm in his inner thoughts.

"Okay! We're ready...you can start." Dumbledore nodded, and he didn't say anything more.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Dumbledore to agree so easily.

After a few seconds, he woke up after being reminded by Mad-Eye Moody.

Cornelius Fudge turned to face behind him...almost half of the Ministry of Magic Aurors.

Looking at the faces of young, old... wizards, witches... vicissitudes, anxiety, bewilderment...but mostly tired,
Fudge, who has always been good at showing off his words, actually opened his mouth, feeling speechless.

Because he also knows that many people on their trip will never return,
What they will face is the most dangerous wizard in the world, trapped in the most terrifying lair
--Mystery man!

Or even now, you can call him by his first name——

— Voldemort!

A few days ago...the Reticent wizards of the Department of Mysteries' Brain Lab...finally pried open the innermost secrets of Greyback's werewolf.

Knowing where Voldemort is hiding in London.

However, the London situation has deteriorated beyond everyone's expectations, and the unprecedented situation that the Ministry of Magic will be exposed... has even prompted the Ministry of Magic to consider this decisive battle.

— Voldemort must die.

Having said that,
But even with Dumbledore involved, Fudge didn't know how much chance his side had.

It was a big gamble for all the chips in stud, especially for Fuji himself.

Cornelius Fudge took a deep breath, and whispered to the people in front of him:
"I think maybe someone already knows what we are about to face..."

"A shadow that has lingered over the entire UK for more than ten years, a nightmare that lingers in our hearts... In modern times, it can be said to be the most terrifying Dark Lord... that dark wizard who can't even mention his name..."

Fudge seemed to be stuck, the muscles on his face twitched,

He paused, choked for air, looked at Dumbledore beside him, and then spit out the name.

"... Voldemort!"

After saying this name, Fudge seemed to let go of the burden in his heart. The faster he spoke, the more relaxed he became.

"Yes, we are about to arrest and destroy Voldemort!"

"...Or you can call him by his original name...Tom Marvolo Riddle!"

This name is full of magical power, just mentioning it a little, the original whispers in the crowd... disappeared in an instant.

Quietly, even breathing was almost stagnant.

A large part of the Aurors looked at Fudge with wide-eyed eyes, and the expressions on their faces were full of disbelief.

Fudge didn't explain much, he said directly,
"Because this trip is very dangerous!"

"The Ministry of Magic... and I personally don't ask much of you."

"Those who want to exit now...you can go and stand behind, and we will arrange these personnel to enclose this area in a while."

"As for the wizards who dare to risk their lives to join us in this operation... you can stand forward, and I will arrange the next action instructions."

After Fudge finished speaking softly, he fell silent and turned to look at the Muggle hospital not far away.

The wizards looked at each other, but neither spoke.

Gradually, the first wizard bowed his head and retreated silently,

After that, some other Aurors followed with their heads down, and stood in the back row.

The crowd gradually divided into two groups.

After three or four minutes,

Fudge turned and looked at the parting crowd.

The situation was not very good, only about a quarter of the people stood in the front.

However, this was already much better than the worst situation that Fudge had expected.

It seems that Dumbledore's arrival is indeed inspiring.

Fudge watched everyone, this time he didn't talk nonsense.

"Kingsley, you stay and command the rest of the people, surround this area...forbid Muggles, or other guys with ulterior motives from approaching..."

He arranged the most promising young wizard among the Aurors outside the battlefield as a precautionary measure, and he, along with Dumbledore, the Aurors, and other foreign professors, broke into this Muggle madhouse.

In the dark night, surrounded by thick fog,

A battle between wizards...

it has started!

……

--what!

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The uncontrollable screams echoed throughout the corridor of Goodmeyers Hospital.

Moody, and Scrimgeour lead a large group of wizards against Voldemort's dark minions.

That is, those cursed living corpses.

The wizards who came into this mental hospital... were divided into two teams by Fudge and Dumbledore. Some ordinary Aurors headed by Moody and Scrimgeour, they first controlled the doctors and mental patients in this Muggle hospital and transferred them out of here.

And Dumbledore and Fudge led the Auror strikers from the Ministry of Magic, and the powerful wizards from other countries... into the old abandoned Muggle building behind.

According to some information they unearthed,

Voldemort is hiding in the deepest part of this building... in the underground tunnel.

When Moody and the others have completely transferred the Muggles away, they will lead some people down to support them.

That's how they planned it.

Everything went well at first.

All the Muggle lunatics, the medical staff, and the security guards fell into a deep sleep.

But when they entered the building, separated the hands, and transferred the Muggles.

The mutation happened——

In just a dozen seconds, the originally normal Muggles were infected by the new type of curse and began to turn into living corpses.

'Roar! ! '

too late to respond,
The young, inexperienced Auror fell straight down.

——This is a trap! ?

Moody and Scrimgeour immediately reacted in their hearts.

With a wave of their wands, they knocked the living corpses in front of them to the ground.

Then they looked at each other, and hurriedly separated...towards the direction of the other Auror teams, and shouted...let the others get out of here.

Fortunately, although they were caught off guard, most wizards had already been prepared. Although some overdone guys blasted the living corpses in front of them into pieces and shattered the walls and rooms, these Aurors did not suffer many casualties.

Some cursed zombies didn't do anything to the wizards.

Only one guy was bitten directly because he was too close to a Muggle...

Then his wrist was taken off by a ruthless person in the same company, and after an unlucky guy sprained his ankle, there were no other casualties.

They evacuated the mental hospital full of living corpses first.

Moody's face was gloomy, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong.

If there is a similar sense of familiarity, it makes him feel like falling into an abyss.

The roars of the living corpses began to fill the air.

It was originally pitch black, but the fluorescent spells cast by other wizards to provide illumination, as well as the white mist curtain wall formed around it...had disappeared.

In its place, a sky red,

The sky seemed to be shattered, eroding piece by piece from all directions.

It looked like... a huge shattered red lens.

Occasionally, the city can be seen, and the sky in other places emits different scenery and brilliance.

On the lawn in front of them, there are still some huge stone phantoms appearing vaguely,
No time to think about what these things mean.

The living corpses in that building began to surge out.

In just a short moment, the monster that originally had a human form has mutated again.

Their white eyes glowed red, and their originally slow speed became extremely fast.

Flying attack.

The skin of some living corpses became wrinkled, their limbs elongated, and their tongues turned into snake-like tongues, stretching back and forth, whipping in the air like whips.

There is a monster with extremely swollen muscles, almost like a fat giant, rampaging over.

Some were like the nightmare on Christmas Eve, with wings growing from their backs, rushing directly into the sky, and swooping down.

All kinds.

"Be careful, don't let them scratch, bite... touch you... be careful to protect your body, the only confirmed way of infection is spread through wounds."

Scrimgeour roared like a lion, waking up the other Aurors who were stunned, he reminded loudly.

Then Scrimgeour gave a questioning look, and looked at Moody next to him.

Moody's blue magic eye stared at the flying corpses.

Finally nodded.

—these are indeed very similar to the nightmare that happened on Christmas Eve.

"Roar!'

--boom!

Then, the fight between the monster and the wizard began,

Flesh and flesh flew everywhere, and the living corpses rushed over like an endless wave.

Even if they are knocked down and crushed... But those shattered bodies will become the nourishment of the living corpses behind, they greedily devour the flesh and blood,
As they continued to eat, the bodies of these monsters mutated in front of all the Aurors.

The teeth are densely packed and the lips are cracked, the skin fades away to reveal the bloody muscles, and the sharp claws become more pointed... Some living corpses even have several twig-like arms and heads...

The monsters mutated into many indescribable and unspeakable terrifying shapes,
Then attack.

The mad collision of spell and flesh,

Strange roars, screams, intermittent shortness of breath, the sound of spells...continue on and on.

This place began to look like a blood mill in hell.

As time passed, the Auror's magic power was consumed rapidly, and spellcasting was unsustainable.
And Moody and Scrimgeour, who already knew these things, had expected it long ago. They persuaded everyone to retreat, and began to wave their wands, cast Fiendfire, and even kill these undead monsters...

monster?

No, these things aren't even living things, just crawling hunks of flesh.

When they burned the last living corpse that rushed out to ashes, they thought the matter was over for a while.

There were continuous screams in the air.

Such as mourning, such as crying, such as the howling of despair, the low growl of fear...

Just when everyone was at a loss and Moody's complexion changed drastically,
The body of the bitten wizard suddenly trembled, his eyeballs rolled over, and instantly began to turn white...

--Roar!

this midnight,

All the terror, like the white curtain floating over London, is slowly opening.

(End of this chapter)