great-warnovel Chapter 429 Catching the Thief
Chapter 429 Catching the Thief
Chapter 429 Catching the Thief
"The Parkin Claw Tactic!"
"The three chasers from the new Paris Power team executed a perfect teamwork!"
"They're marking Hogwarts' Chaser so closely! He can't pass the ball to his teammates!"
The commentator from the local newspaper shouted enthusiastically, "Watch!"
"Oh no! The Quaffle has been intercepted! Our champion team has displayed unparalleled skill and courage!"
The school team represents the highest level at Hogwarts, but there is still a significant gap compared to the world champions.
Aside from Harry and Krum soaring through the air, searching for the Golden Snitch possessed by scoring power, the skill gap among the other team members was gradually becoming apparent.
"Hogwarts is not to be outdone! The twins' batters have launched a fierce attack!"
The Weasley twins, with their uncanny teamwork, successfully secured two batting spots on the school team, living up to the professors' expectations by displaying a fierce offensive prowess.
The roaming ball was fired like a cannonball at the opposing player holding the Quaffle, and the opposing batter could not intercept it well, which greatly disrupted the opponent's offensive rhythm.
Even so, the score began to gradually tilt towards the new Paris Force, and McGee watched the game absentmindedly.
She turned to look at Hilmi beside her, only to find that the boy had disappeared sometime earlier.
She knew that another secret battle had likely already begun.
In the 13th semi-circular section of the audience, the male Voldemort, wearing a hood, was hidden in the shadows. The audience around him cheered enthusiastically, with almost half of their bodies sticking out of the air, creating a stark contrast with his cold and gloomy appearance.
But no one noticed his unusual behavior, as if the seat were empty.
He wasn't interested in Quidditch, especially not in such a cheerful and lively atmosphere. He was just waiting for news of the success from the other side so he could go on a killing spree here, creating a huge and tragic disaster to draw everyone's attention to this side.
Suddenly, a vibration came from the mental connection, and it seemed that something bad had happened on the other side.
"We've been discovered! Make a move!" The thought flashed through my mind.
He was about to unfurl his black robes and unleash powerful magic to kill everyone around him.
But the next moment, he found himself unable to move. Without him noticing, countless translucent runes had quietly climbed onto his body, gradually turning into chains to completely bind him.
A surge of black energy suddenly burst forth; he wanted to use the lives of those around him to buy himself a moment to struggle.
But things didn't go as planned. Like a seamless stretching spell or some other spatial magic, he found that the audience around him had suddenly become far away from him.
Just like the spells cast when Hogwarts is outside, or the magic Dumbledore uses to expand the duel area when Hermione and Lockhart are fighting.
The space was stretched imperceptibly, but the surrounding audience did not notice.
Layer upon layer of concealment and obfuscation unfolded, creating a vast arena for duels, even though the seats were less than an arm's length apart.
Hilmi had somehow appeared on the steps behind Voldemort, his hands swirling with light as he manipulated the rune chains to slowly creep over Voldemort's entire body.
"Gotcha!"
But the next moment, the black robe deflated like a punctured balloon, and a plume of black smoke shot straight into the sky.
"Didn't catch them!" Hilmi puffed out her cheeks.
The cunning senior Tom escaped at the last moment when the chains were closing.
But this was also part of the plan. The deliberately left space above was to force him to leave the field and move the battle area to the high sky.
A thin layer of clouds obscured the sky, which was a good thing for Quidditch, as the Seekers wouldn't be blinded by the glare of the sun, making it easier for them to chase the Golden Snitch.
This was also a strategy that Hermione and Hilmi had agreed upon: if a battle was unavoidable, it would be fought at high altitudes, using clouds to obscure the view and avoid causing panic and chaos.
The boy appeared in the light of the pyroxene particles, and above the clouds, he saw the dark wizard floating in the air.
He didn't run away, presumably to meet his partner.
But even if they wanted to escape, they weren't afraid, as Hermione and the others had a backup plan.
"Barty the Younger? Weren't you dead?" From Hermione, Hilmi already knew how she killed Barty the Younger.
The person standing opposite, who resembled Voldemort, had a face resembling Barty's.
It was a grayish-white, distorted face that didn't look like a living person. Swollen lumps and traces of snake scales spread across half of his face. He also wore an exquisite silver crown on his head, which looked like a woman's. The whole person looked somewhat out of place.
Upon hearing Barty's name, his face contorted slightly, but he didn't speak. He raised his wand, and a beam of green light shot out.
Hilmi did not resist, but instead used Miriam's disappearance to traverse space and appeared on his other side.
"It's Voldemort's wand, no doubt. Could it be that he resurrected using your body, and the Horcrux is Ravenclaw's tiara?" With this information practically out in the open, the boy calmly stared at the ghastly white wand and asked curiously.
While they were talking, not only him, but also Moody and many Aurors and Order of the Phoenix members had already taken to the clouds on broomsticks. They remained silent, surrounding the battlefield from a distance. This was not a battle they could participate in, but their assistance could put some pressure on Voldemort.
"So are you Barty or Voldemort now? Or half and half?" Hilmi continued to ask.
Voldemort, with his little Barty's face, didn't answer. Instead, he opened his mouth and spewed out countless plumes of black smoke. These plumes, filled with curses and poison, cascaded down like a waterfall over the white clouds and continued to spread outwards. But Moody, leading the wizards around him, raised their wands, and beams of white light surrounded and forced the black smoke towards the center.
From below, it looks like a patch of moldy fungus suddenly appearing in a pure white cloud, which is strange and disgusting.
Fortunately, most people's attention was on the field at that moment, and no one paid attention to a strangely colored cloud.
"I can't let you make too much of a commotion, or Hermione will tear me apart." Hilmi said, as brilliant lightsabers formed in the air, and all the magic circles in the sky were aimed at Voldemort, like a grand execution feast.
The clouds are the platform, with countless swords of Damocles hanging in the sky pointing directly at it. The next moment, the swords fall like rain, and the light shuttle travels through them.
The azure glow shattered the black smoke inch by inch, piercing into the eerie clouds.
Muffled explosions echoed from within, tearing a large hole in the clouds, but it was quickly repaired and patched up.
Several Aurors rode brooms down from the clouds, and spells that blocked out sound erased any leaked noise.
"The Golden Thief has appeared!"
"Both Porter and Krum spotted it! They simultaneously began their dive and accelerated!"
The commentator's loud voice attracted everyone's attention, and under the gloomy, darkening sky, that golden hue was even more dazzling!