I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 505 The Third Step of the Plan

The once bustling streets of Westminster are now in ruins

Broken bricks and stones, toppled statues and collapsed buildings intertwined to form a chaotic ruin.

On the streets, corpses were lying all over the place, wizards', Muggles' - blood, the trace of death, flowed on the ruins, dyeing the streets dark red. Even if it rained heavily, it was difficult to wash it away.

From time to time, strange noises made by Dementors penetrated the clouds and echoed in the empty streets, making people shudder. The wind on the ground was not to be outdone, passing through the ruined buildings and making sharp whistles. The two different sounds intertwined together gave people a strong and indescribable sense of terror.

Suddenly, this was the shrine to the empire, the most sacred place, and now it was a kind of forecourt of hell.

Compared to other neighborhoods, this place is more frightening with the constant sound of gunfire, explosions and screams.

At this time, Walton McNeill was leaning against a dilapidated building, gasping for breath.

His eyelids were trembling madly and his face was pale.

The pool of blood on the ground was particularly eye-catching.

It came from his severed limbs.

The Muggle weapon shattered his right arm.

I don't know where the wand fell.

In addition to the wound on his arm, there was also a wound on his lower abdomen - the bullet penetrated the gravel and hit there, which greatly reduced the power of the bullet, so that the bullet did not penetrate into his body, and the bullet head blocked the wound and reduced bleeding.

However - although he is not dead, he does not have much time left.

Walton McNeill.

His apparent identity is a member of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement's reconnaissance team.

This is a division of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, made up of a group of wizards, including Smiters, responsible for general law enforcement, such as minor breaches of the Statute of Secrecy or financial crimes.

Aurors are responsible for more serious and high-risk magical crimes.

In the past few years, the Scouting Team has undergone several reforms. Most of the original veterans have joined the Aurors, and the current members are all newcomers or wizards who have just graduated from Hogwarts.

As one of the few old men in the department, Walton McNeill had a significant influence in the department. He should not have gone to the battlefield this time.

but--

Besides the Ministry of Magic job.

He also has another identity.

He was one of Voldemort's spies in the Ministry of Magic and a Death Eater.

"Cough-cough-"

In the corner, Walton McNeill spat out blood and could feel a burning pain in his lungs. The bullet that caused the abdominal wound may have torn his lung.

This is an extremely dangerous signal. If he doesn't leave and receive treatment, he will die in a few minutes.

"Deserve to—ahem—die—" he cursed.

His eyes moved to the pile of dead bodies nearby.

There was a wizard named Raven there, with his wand still in his hand.

I came here to support this loser, but as soon as he Apparated, he was attacked by Muggles.

That idiot wanted to abandon him and run away, but when he saw that he was injured, he lost his mind for a moment and was beaten to a sieve by the Muggle army in the building.

However, before he died, he used a powerful black magic, which was obviously a spell bestowed by the Dark Lord. It was so powerful that it not only collapsed the building, leaving a huge gap in the outer wall, but also buried the Muggle army under the rubble.

What made him angry was that he became this guy's scapegoat. The bullet that broke his arm was originally aimed at that guy, but he suddenly Apparated in front of the other party and bumped into the gun.

Then this guy blew down the outer wall, causing the Muggle soldier in the dark to have a wider field of vision. The bullet in his abdomen was because there was no outer wall to block it. He was hiding under the ruins and was discovered and attacked.

To put it simply, this idiot was just short of firing an Avada Kedavra directly at his head.

"Huh--" Walton McNeill covered his left arm, blood flowing out from his fingertips madly. He had to make a decision.

Should I expose myself to that Muggle's gun, rush to the ruins over there, get that idiot's wand and leave, or wait to die here.

Well, it seems like there is a choice, but in fact there is no choice at all.

Walton McNeill turned his head and looked towards the ruins, estimating that they were less than ten feet (three or four meters) away from him. If he attacked with all his strength, he would not be exposed to the enemy's sight for more than one or two seconds.

"Damn bastard."

Perhaps to encourage himself, Walton McNeill cursed again.

But this time, his target was the Muggles.

Who could have thought that the flock of sheep that he had originally killed at will would now become the executioners that threatened his life.

At any time in the past, if someone had told him that he would die at the hands of a Muggle, the only thing he would have done was to beat the person up.

This is insulting to him.

And it is the greatest insult.

But now——

Without any time to hesitate, Walton McNeill finally couldn't help it. He stood up, half-crouched on the ground like a mantis, pushed the ground with his feet, and then jumped suddenly.

Luckily - he didn't hear the gunshot.

Perhaps the other party felt that the bullet in the abdomen had already taken his life, so he didn't pay any more attention to it.

In short - lady luck is smiling.

Walton McNeill crawled on his hands and knees, stretched out his hands covered in blood and dust, and snatched the wand from the hands of the dead in the ruins.

Successful.

Walton McNeill knew he could survive.

Just as he was ecstatic and was about to cast the Apparition Charm to leave, an unexpected sound of footsteps made his heart sink to his stomach.

"magical"

"That's too late."

He had lost his right hand, which was very skilled at casting spells, so it must be more difficult for him to cast spells with his left hand now than before.

Especially the dangerous spell of Apparition. If an accident happens and his body is separated, he will really die.

"Armor protection!"

At the critical moment, Walton McNeill could only subconsciously release a protective spell that he was familiar with.

And almost the next second after he cast the spell, gunshots rang out.

Several bullets hovered within inches of him, and most of them hit his head, which made him feel terrified.

"Wait -" he shouted. It was so dark on the other side of the corridor that he couldn't see who was coming. "I'm an employee of the Ministry of Magic. I'm a wizard affiliated with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. I'm here to help you deal with the Death Eaters."

Walton McNeill quickly revealed his identity.

Although he didn't actually get permission to come here.

He came here secretly, because of the Dark Lord's order.

But his identity as a member of the Ministry of Magic was there, and it was indeed true.

"Ministry of Magic?"

A woman's voice was heard in the chaotic corridor.

"name."

"Walton McNeill"

"Wait a minute—" the woman continued.

But I have not come out of the darkness.

She was relying on the darkness for cover.

Through the communication system, her inquiry was immediately transmitted back to the Joint Operations Department, and then someone would verify her identity.

<divclass="contentadv">But before that——the woman's sharp voice sounded again: "Put down the wand, I guarantee your safety."

Hearing this, Walton McNeill's face froze.

A hint of anger flashed in his eyes!

What a humiliation it was to put down your wand because of a Muggle threat.

But now.

He knew very well in his heart that the woman in the dark was definitely aiming at his head with that strange weapon.

Cast your own spell

He knew some very powerful spells, which were gifts from the Dark Lord. Even if he didn't know the woman's location, he could blow up the entire building and it wouldn't matter where she was.

But - it's still the same reason. Not to mention whether the spell will be successfully released when casting with the left hand, the pre-casting time alone is enough for the opponent to fire a magazine.

But, knowing that it was impossible, getting him to put down his wand and accept the humiliation was still more difficult than killing him.

"Put down the wand!" The woman's voice sounded again in the darkness.

"I won't curse you again," Walton McNeill shouted, making his last struggle.

The woman's voice became serious. "Put down your wand. I tell you to put down your wand!"

"Okay, that's enough." Walton McNeill felt annoyed. He couldn't afford to waste any more time. He was about to die.

He threw the wand aside.

As expected, compared to death, dignity is more precious to people like him.

In the darkness, the woman walked over slowly.

I heard the news from the Joint Command, confirming the identity of the man.

But she did not let her guard down.

All that was confirmed was that there was indeed a wizard named Walton McNeill in the Ministry of Magic, but it was not certain whether it was the person in front of him.

For her job, stealing other people's identities is more common than eating and drinking.

She held the rifle.

The outline of the figure gradually became clear in Walton McNeill's tired eyes.

She was a woman with neat short brown hair, a well-defined face, and emerald eyes.

She was wearing a tight vest with tight pants of the same color, and had various weapons tied to her legs and waist.

This is a beauty.

Although completely different from the traditional British aesthetic, that kind of court lady, the woman in front of me gives people more of a domineering and sharp feeling, and the smooth muscle lines of her limbs are full of power, but it is undeniable that she is indeed very charming, even if her face is covered with dust.

While the wizard was looking at the woman, Alice was also looking at the wizard.

His right arm was broken at the joint, his palm and forearm were missing, and he was shot in the abdomen and blood was gushing out.

Pale and tired looking.

With such injuries, it is not certain that the patient can be saved even if he is sent to the operating room immediately.

This wizard can still maintain a clear consciousness.

This surprised Alice.

Maybe it's because wizards have different physiques than ordinary people?

She guessed that a normal person would have fallen into a coma after losing so much blood.

"you"

She was about to speak, but at this moment, something strange happened.

The rifle in her hand suddenly flew to the left out of her control.

The centripetal force is enormous.

Alice already felt guilty for possibly hurting her allies by mistake, and the serious injuries of the person in front of her made her let her guard down for a moment.

In just a moment, the rifle in her hand slipped out of her control.

"Stop!" Alice shouted.

He quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist.

Walton McNeill ignored it and pounced on the fallen wand.

Casting spells without a wand - such a profound ability, he simply had not mastered it.

At school, in seventh grade, he had only successfully cast the levitation spell without a wand.

I haven't had any practice in this area since graduation.

The position in the Ministry of Magic he applied for did not have any wandless requirements in this regard, and wandless casting was too difficult to master.

It is not a universal skill. It seems that after mastering the skill of 'wandless casting', all spells can be cast at will - no - every spell requires a long period of wandless casting practice.

There are universal techniques, but the casting gestures are different for each spell and require a long period of practice.

So even Dumbledore would not waste his time on wandless practice.

It is not easy to master a spell, and spending time to master it without a wand is a thankless task for modern wizards.

And now—Walton McNeill swore that if he could return alive, he would practice wandless spellcasting well.

At least the Armor Charm, the Petrification Charm, and the most important Apparition Charm must be mastered without a wand.

Damn Muggles - when the Dark Lord comes to power he will skin them, drain their tendons, chop them into paste and feed them to the Acromantula.

"I told you to stop!" Alice warned again on the other side.

The other person's behavior made her nervous.

Maybe shooting immediately is the best option.

As a well-trained agent, it took less than a second for him to draw the pistol from his waist and fire the gun.

The wizard in front of him obviously didn't know this. He probably thought he only had a weapon in his hand.

Take away her rifle. Then I will no longer be a threat to him.

Obviously this was just his unrealistic fantasy.

And Alice suddenly had a bolder idea.

She wanted to capture the wizard in front of her alive.

Having made the decision, she immediately stepped forward, kicked the wizard with her foot, and held the butt of the gun in her right hand, ready to hit him hard on the back of the head.

However, the wizard's reaction was beyond Alice's expectations. He did not dodge, but rushed straight towards the fallen wand.

As she raised the butt of the gun and prepared to hit it hard.

That strange floating feeling appeared again.

This delayed her movements, although by now her body had already thrown the wizard to the ground.

A strong thigh pressed against the back of the wizard's neck.

This scene is very similar to an incident that happened in the United States decades later.

This ultimately sparked protests across the United States.

“Don’t move!” Alice’s voice was full of majesty. “I warn you, even if you are a wizard from the Ministry of Magic, if you resist, I have the power to kill you.”

That strange centripetal buoyancy must be caused by the wizard beneath me.

But this did not frighten Alice, the reason was simple, at this critical moment of life and death, the other party's ability was only to control the deflection of her weapon, which meant that he had no more powerful power at this time.