r18novel Chapter 211 The Fire That Will Eventually Ignite
Chapter 211 The Fire That Will Eventually Ignite
Chapter 211 The Fire That Will Eventually Ignite
"Principal? What's wrong?"
Ryan didn't believe Dumbledore was unwell; he could only assume that Dumbledore might have come up with another idea.
"If you have something to do, I can go with Mrs. Maxim and the others tonight."
The matter that could distract Dumbledore must be something important. Ryan figured that something as trivial as going to the French intelligence agency to bring someone out might not be worth sending Dumbledore; he was perfectly capable of handling it.
Maxim and his group dared not go forward for fear of being discovered because they were unfamiliar with surveillance methods.
Nalian is very knowledgeable about surveillance methods.
Even the most covert surveillance cameras are nothing more than ultraviolet, infrared, and thermal imaging. These things are useless with the Disillusionment Charm; they will still leave traces.
The most common thing is a regular camera, which can be easily removed with a Muggle Exorcism Spell.
He was still very confident that he could lead his men to safety, and whether the people of Paris could see the fireworks that night depended entirely on what he discovered there.
"Let's go together. I'll cover for you." Dumbledore's expression remained unchanged.
Since the only big shot present said so, everyone felt relieved and prepared for a wonderful adventure.
The five Apparitions vanished at the gates of Hogwarts Castle and appeared near the Wiltson swimming pool at almost the same time.
"The exact location is in the center of the abandoned barracks," Quirrell, who had already scouted the area, led the way.
Maxim is on the left side of the team, Ryan is on the right side, and Fleur is in the middle.
Dumbledore, trailing at the back of the group, had his hands in his pockets, looking as leisurely as if he were taking a night stroll.
According to Quirrell, this may be the first time that French intelligence has captured a living sorcerer, hence the very strict quarantine measures.
Maxim's detection spell revealed traces of wizarding energy about fifty meters underground, protected by layers of locks.
Because they knew very little about mechanical metal structures, they could not determine what kind of isolation and protection was used, only that there were many layers.
Maxim added, "Even if the people here don't know magic, I don't think it will be easy for the three of us—Professor Quirrell, Fleur, and me—to break in and rescue them. Unless we apprehend them and leave immediately."
Even Maxim said so, which shows how strong this protection is.
She specifically mentioned that Apparition refers to the first choice when facing unfamiliar Muggle weapons: escape, and then try again.
Only in this way can we rescue people while ensuring our own safety; otherwise, it is very likely that all three of us will fall into enemy hands.
Seeing is believing, and Ryan activated his magical senses to observe everything before him.
Although his senses were limited, they were enough for him to detect traces of wizarding magic deep underground in the distance.
He withdrew his magical senses and found that everyone was looking at him.
"It's too dark tonight, can I light up District 20?"
He asked Dumbledore, essentially asking how far he could go that night for Dumbledore to tolerate.
There aren't many stars tonight, perhaps because they're obscured by clouds or the correct celestial phenomena haven't occurred yet.
Only the lonely moon hung high in the sky, and the dense forest where they were located was pitch black.
"Do not harm the innocent."
"In the pitch-black night," Dumbledore said.
"That can't be."
With Dumbledore's affirmative reply, Lane was relieved.
On an open space a hundred meters away.
A raging fire suddenly ignited, golden and radiant, like the scorching sun, both mercilessly devouring everything tangible and intangible, and lovingly bringing light to everything tangible and intangible.
The flames continued to expand, gradually transforming into a gigantic, scaly python.
As more and more flames burned away everything that could be burned, the python gradually stretched out a second head, and then a third head.
"This!" Maxim couldn't believe her eyes. She recognized it as the Fiendfyre spell. She also knew that when a wizard's magical level reached a point where wizards of the same generation around the world could worship him and call him a master, the spell's manifestation could change at will.
But even if the spell has changed, it should still be a spell!
Is the Fiery Curse a kind of fire python?
And what about Ryan's spellcasting steps? What about his wand? What about the flow of his magic and his spells!
"Magic energy suddenly gathered a hundred meters away—forming a Fiendfyre spell! This isn't magic!"
She couldn't hold back any longer.
Quirrell kept clapping; his current assessment of his junior was: awesome, amazing, strong.
All they do is clap and that's it. All they know is to be shocked. It makes them Ravenclaw seem like they've never seen anything like this before. It's a disgrace to Ravenclaw. If Beauxbatons sees this, they'll think they only have one person as good as Lane!
When Furong heard that the only spell she could still use was the Fiery Spell, her eyes widened and she trembled slightly.
The iconic blue flames and aloof wizards from her childhood ghost stories flooded her mind.
What a coincidence that this fire was also set in Paris —
Noticing that Hibiscus's body was trembling beside him, Ryan turned his head and said, "Don't worry, we're all here."
As if receiving some kind of signal, Hibiscus gripped Ryan's sleeve tightly, her large eyes filled with fear.
"I am your friend and professor, someone you can choose to trust, Furong, don't be afraid."
Ryan deeply understood how much trauma the name Grindelwald had caused the wizards of Paris. The mere association with similar scenes was enough to frighten a confident and proud witch into a trembling little rabbit.
Furong tugged at his sleeve, and he took two steps back, but couldn't pull away. There was nothing he could do now; he couldn't very well knock someone out in front of the principal, could he? Doing so would easily worsen diplomatic relations between the two colleges.
He could only create distance, causing Fu Rong's hand, which was tugging at his sleeve, to be pulled at almost a right angle, before he manipulated the enhanced version of the Fiery Blaze to upgrade itself.
He is currently using a city-level spell personally taught by Gale, but he cannot yet achieve the same effortless mastery as its creator. He can only upgrade and iterate the spell after he has mastered it.
Fortunately, they were hiding in the shadows, their bodies covered in a thick layer of curses.
If his senses were not mistaken, he even perceived that Dumbledore had cast the Illusion Charm he had seen in the Forbidden Forest that day, a charm capable of warping the entire space. He also sensed Maxiri's Muggle Expulsion Charm, and so on.
With such heavy protection, let alone surveillance, radar, and sound waves, even Ryan himself was a little disoriented, wondering if he was even there, or if the space he was in had been folded up.
He could confidently guarantee that whether it was radar, acoustic waves, or infrared surveillance, there would be absolutely nothing to be found here.
Furong didn't notice, so she didn't dare to make any big moves, for fear of becoming one of those troublesome teammates in stories who always cause trouble for the protagonist.
She could only stare wide-eyed at Ryan, who was intently controlling the flames, her face a mixture of fear and frustration.
The enormous, multi-headed flames that had transformed dramatically in a short period of time had already alarmed the professionals in the swimming pool.
Telegrams rang frequently, and the walkie-talkies never stopped.
"Oh my God, what is this?!"
"Calling the chief! Calling the chief! An anomaly has occurred! An anomaly has occurred!"
"All units, take cover. Non-combat personnel, evacuate immediately."
"Sniper, take your position. Riot control, prepare—"