great-warnovel Chapter 451 A Naïve Adventure
Chapter 451 A Naïve Adventure
Chapter 451 A Naïve Adventure
"Yashbik Tamilbulak, 15 years old, of the Target lineage, whose name means 'Tree Master' and 'Source of Iron Spring.' He was primarily instilled with the Target legend and later gave birth to the mythical species, the Forest Spirit. His specialties are infiltration and plant manipulation. He is one of the seven defected experimental subjects."
Adam pointed to a girl in the crowd.
Then he looked at the two youngest children: "Levi Sternberg, 10 years old, Jewish, whose name means the lineage of the divine guardian, the mountain of stars. He is mainly instilled with Jewish mysticism, but had not yet been born into the mythical race before his defection. His current status is unknown."
"Metek Borch, 11 years old, of Kashubi descent, whose name means 'little whirlwind' or 'child of the forest,' was primarily instilled with Slavic folklore. He later gave birth to the mythical species Lylek, but due to his short lifespan, his abilities were not fully explored. He is one of the seven defector test subjects."
Grindelwald frowned in displeasure. "That's too narrow-minded. Can't Muggles find more diverse legends?"
He then asked, "What about the one who was arrested? The one named Rice?"
Adam immediately replied, "Rais Al-Araja, 18 years old, of Arab descent, whose name means 'gift of danger,' primarily instilled with Arabian mythology, later giving birth to the mythological species—Zhenni. He has a wide range of expertise, is the most promising experimental subject, and one of the seven defectors."
"This is quite interesting, a wishing fairy." Black Demon Earth chuckled.
"I wonder how big of a wish Zhenni, who combines the characteristics of an Obscurus, a Guardian Angel, and magic, can fulfill."
Hermione frowned, clearly displeased. It was obvious that this child from the Middle East had most likely been trafficked.
"We want to go too! You can't leave us behind!" Seeing that their older sister was unwilling to take them along, Levi and Metek, the two little brats, started making a fuss.
"We also have mythical species, and we can fight too!"
"But vampires are dangerous, and we also have to face Muggle fire from the enemy. None of us are sure we'll come back alive," said Zorian, the eldest brother who wields the power of shapeshifting.
"If we don't come back, the two of you should run away to the west, just like Aunt Grace said. If you can reach the sea, cross the sea to England and find Hogwarts. If you are captured by the Lichs, surrender. They won't make things difficult for you, they'll just be a bit fierce."
"Hmph, what's so great about Hogwarts?" Grindelwald grumbled, clearly dissatisfied with Aunt Grace's arrangements.
"But Auntie also said that we are a family, and we should never be separated!" Levi stared stubbornly at his older brother.
"Isn't that precisely why we came back here, trying to find a way to save Rice!"
The oldest, Zorian and Branislava, exchanged a helpless glance.
"Levi is right. If we all die, it will be very difficult for their two children to cross the whole of Europe and survive safely," said the teenage girl named Yashbik, who controlled the forest demon.
Although she was the same age as Hermione, her typical Tartar features made her look more mature.
"Auntie is dead. We can only rely on ourselves. Wizards and Muggles alike will not tolerate us," Boyan, who looked a lot like Krum, said dejectedly.
In their minds, the Soviet Union would hunt them down, wizards would surely regard them as heretics, the Marauders would definitely burn them at the stake, and perhaps only the supposedly enlightened and gentle Hogwarts would accept them.
"Is Aunt Grace the researcher who helped them escape?" Hermione asked Adam.
The boy nodded: "Grace Raina, 45 years old when she defected, majored in education, nutrition, and child psychology. She was mainly responsible for taking care of the experimental subjects' daily life and mental health. She was a Level 3 researcher. Because of her long-term contact with the experimental subjects, she had many opportunities to let them escape. I just didn't expect that she was already dead."
Hermione sighed silently. If they had discovered it sooner, it would have been a good thing if they could have saved her.
"Alright, alright, let's go together then!" The eldest sister, who controlled the goddess of winter, shook her head helplessly.
"If we're going to die, let's die together!"
The children huddled together, cheering themselves on loudly.
They busily distributed weapons and ammunition, while the older ones discussed battle plans.
"The vampire's lair is the Warsaw Supreme Council, isn't it?" Hermione asked, frowning.
Grindelwald nodded: "It's right near the Parliament Cave, which I initially thought was a coincidence."
"Should we intervene?" She didn't want to see these children take risks.
But the Dark Lord shook his head: "Let's see how they perform first." The Finger Witch was somewhat dissatisfied; the old man clearly had something to consider regarding new weapons.
But his large, burning hand pressed down on her head: "With you and me here, what is there to worry about?"
Although a group of vampires sounds terrifying, the Dark Lord and the Lion Queen are far more famous.
Soon, the young people and teenagers had finished getting everything ready and had a quick bowl of root and mushroom soup to fill their stomachs.
Hermione thought they were going to get out of here and then find a way to reach the cave where the Warsaw Supreme Council was located.
But unexpectedly, there was an abandoned secret passage inside the research institute that led directly to that place. But that's normal, since this was an experimental project between the Soviet Union and Warsaw.
Two great wizards and a robot, the pinnacle of Muggle technology, followed like thieves, watching as the six teenagers, bound by friendship and bonds, ventured into the dangerous vampire lair!
The passageway was pitch black, and for safety reasons, they dared not light a fire.
Fortunately, with the assistance of the mythical creatures, we were able to advance smoothly even without a line of sight.
After finally reaching the end of the darkness, there was a rusted iron gate. Although it had only been abandoned for a year, it was clear that no one had been here for a long time.
"VeIes"
It was Zorian again. He placed his left hand on the iron gate and his right hand on the hardcover book at his waist, calling out softly.
The next moment, a shadow mixed with gold and gray flashed by. Starting from the place he touched, the entire iron door began to deform silently. The solidified rust on it melted away, and the texture of the iron door became like a bed curtain, smoothly opening from both sides without making a sound.
"Where would this Transfiguration be considered at Hogwarts?" Grindelwald asked, turning his head.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him: "But the price of this power is much higher than that of an ordinary student."
She frowned: "I've also read books on Muggle psychology. Their method of raising children is more like forcibly turning a child into someone with a split personality. Those complex and elusive magical operations are all carried out by the split subconscious personality."
"Although they seem stable now, a person's total mental capacity is fixed. With at least half of it taken up by the mythical species, how stable can their remaining mental capacity be?"