great-warnovel Chapter 314 Emerging from the Darkness
Chapter 314 Emerging from the Darkness
Chapter 314 Emerging from the Darkness
But in addition to the incineration troops, the Muggle side also has assassins known as the Fallen.
One by one, sealed black iron boxes were pushed up from behind. The soldiers, as if avoiding a plague, hurriedly ran away as soon as the boxes were opened.
Immediately afterwards, one side of the box fell over, and from its dark interior crawled out one thin, bony child after another, about 7 or 8 years old.
"You little bastards corrupted by the devil! Now is the time for you to shine for human civilization! To dedicate your full value!"
In the distance, an officer shouted through a megaphone and then pressed a remote control in his hand.
The next second, the collars around the children's necks emitted a strong electric current, causing them to suddenly fall to the ground and convulse.
A faint scream escaped their lips, followed by plumes of black smoke, as if all hope had been shattered.
Stimulated by the strong electric current, these children transformed into clumps of amorphous black mist, flashing with thunderous roars, and charged towards the battlefield.
"It's Obscurus!" McGonagall almost screamed.
In an attempt to escape their doom, young wizards suppress their magical powers, but due to a lack of guidance, they fail to learn how to harness and control their power, thus giving rise to parasites—the dark magical power known as the Obscurus.
The term "young wizard" here refers to children under the age of 10 on average.
Magical miracles are not exclusive to wizarding communities. In the Soviet-controlled areas and in the paradise city of Chelome, there is a chance of finding children with magical talents.
But the professors at the magic school can't go there, and the owls can't fly into the steel city. These children, in their ignorance, display magical powers and are then arrested as fallen demons.
Ordinary Muggles don't understand this power, but the higher-ups and goblins always do.
Instead of properly educating these children, they used brainwashing and imprisonment to destroy their spirits and hopes, artificially turning them into silent believers!
They are the best weapons of war; once aimed and fired, they can destroy everything in their path.
Efficient and pollution-free, these wretched dark things wither and die after unleashing their power. Even if an Obscurial child is lucky enough to live to the age of 10, he will die from the eruption of dark power within him.
This meant that the number of Obscurians within the Soviet Union was never large, but the advantage was that it could be sustained. As long as the population continued to reproduce, there was always a chance that a child with magical powers would be born. And they were the clean "nuclear bombs" that grew after the Muggle leaders had worked hard to sow the seeds!
"Them! How dare they—"
McGonagall nearly fell while kneeling.
It wasn't out of fear, but out of heartache.
As an elder who dedicated her life to teaching and nurturing students, she devoted her youth to generations of children. She witnessed firsthand how those eyes, yearning for knowledge, transformed from clumsy wand wielding to skillfully changing the world under her deliberately cultivated authority.
She nurtured each seedling, imbued with magic, into a towering tree!
But now, those Muggles are deliberately twisting these poor children into something dark, which will surely fill them with countless pains, sorrows, and tears!
The thought alone made it hard for her to breathe: "Those are their own children!"
They fell silently, like dark meteors, crashing into the battlefield and unleashing devastating death.
Werewolves and unfortunate Muggle soldiers are blown to smithereens in a single encounter; neither the spells of trolls nor wizards can inflict any real harm on them.
These dark monsters, having broken free from their constraints and no longer suppressed, began to rampage recklessly.
They still retain some memories of their human existence, of those terrible adults who told them that magic is evil and must all be killed!
They forced it to stare at a black-and-white television, watching over and over again the devilish followers called wizards, and used electric current to make it develop an instinctive aversion to these things.
Right now, these silent ones are also actively attacking anything that resembles a wizard.
Fortunately, most of the Order of the Phoenix had gone out to search for the goblin cave, and Krum and Durmstrang's Nagilfa were the unfortunate first targets.
The silent pursuers chased the air cavalry in all directions, while several others attempted to breach the barrier of the black longship. However, the barrier was not as sturdy as Hogwarts's, and cracks appeared after only a few blows. The wizards on board had no choice but to abandon their attack and focus all their efforts on repairing the barrier.
"These Muggles no longer consider wizards to be human," Lily said sadly, standing inside the castle's barrier.
Even in the eyes of the Order of the Phoenix, wizards and Muggles are merely a conflict of different ideologies, and they hope that one day, the two sides can put aside their differences and humanity can unite as one.
But it seems that within the Soviet Union, anything possessing magic, even those that look exactly like oneself, is no longer considered one of the same kind.
Instead, they are devils and enemies.
"You're all too idealistic, that's why I don't want to associate with you." A detached, deep voice sounded beside me.
Lily was startled. When she turned around, there was Snape! He had somehow entered the barrier!
"How did you get in here!"
After asking the question, Lily suddenly realized that she had done something stupid.
When Snape impersonated Barty Jr., he frequently entered and exited the barrier, and his presence was already remembered by the castle. Moreover, the barrier only blocked those with malicious intent, and the parents who came to help also passed through smoothly. Snape's identity had been marked, and he had no malicious intent, so he could naturally enter and exit at will.
Even so, the appearance of this former dark wizard still made the surrounding professors and parents feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
Snape of the Green Flame Party, the infamous master of dark potions, and the cursed potions that flowed into the black market were all terrifying beings.
"No, what are you doing here?" Lily stood in front of everyone and asked calmly.
I thought you would leave quietly.
After openly betraying Voldemort, he could no longer be considered a Death Eater, and he certainly couldn't return to Albania. However, with his abilities, even if he lived in New Knockturn Alley in Malfoy Castle as an anonymous Potions Master, he could still live a good life.
"I'll help you win this war." Snape stared straight at her, as if she were his most treasured possession.
"?" Lily didn't realize she was blushing a little, but Snape was just a Potions Master, and even Voldemort wouldn't dare say he could end the war in the current situation.
"Do you remember what Professor Slughorn said in our first lesson?" Snape turned around and looked down at the raging battlefield.
"Potions can increase reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death—"
"His specialty was the preparation of Felicis."
The sorcerer turned his head, his messy black hair obscuring his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Master potions, skilled in rituals, look at this battlefield, doesn't it resemble a giant cauldron?"