bookbashuk Chapter 219 Beep! Your death delivery has arrived! Prepare to die quickly!
Chapter 219 Beep! Your death delivery has arrived! Prepare to die quickly!
Chapter 220 Beep! Your death delivery has arrived! Prepare to die quickly!
The sound was deafening.
The echoes reverberated in the auditorium.
Like a heavy hammer blow.
The students, who had just woken up, were completely stunned.
The students, wearing nightcaps and with disheveled hair, stared blankly at the glittering Ethan in front of them.
quite a while.
Neville silently crawled back into bed, muttering, "I must still be dreaming."
Harry's face turned ashen.
It's like finding out that the first class is Potions.
The practical activities were a bit too practical.
"Think of Sirius, Harry!"
Ron whispered a reminder from the side, chuckling.
Anyway, Ethan couldn't possibly take them to ancient times.
Go and participate in the real fairy rebellion.
At that time, it will probably be divided into two waves.
One group dressed up as fairies, and the other as wizards.
This is just playing house.
"Hey!"
Harry punched Ron, the two looked at each other, and burst into laughter.
Only Hermione, for some reason, seemed worried.
Ron: "Hmph, ignore her. She's probably just worried about her horrible big cat!"
As he spoke, Ron lovingly stroked the sickly Banban in his arms.
Since Sirius Black's attack last night.
This old gray mouse kept trembling.
like.
It was as if they had been greatly frightened.
The relaxed state of mind of everyone.
This continued until Friday night.
On the edge of the forbidden forest.
A dozen or so winged beasts with eagle heads and horse bodies, their nostrils flared, wings flapping, and sharp claws scratching impatiently at the ground.
A cold, hard silver light flashed across his tall, muscular body, his armor flashing across his body.
In the dim shadows of the trees, a large group of people could be seen moving about.
Silence.
Ethan stood in front of the crowd and slowly pulled down the black hood on his head.
Looking around at the tense yet curious faces, he said in a hoarse voice:
"You've arrived..."
Professor Snape:
Why does this scene look so familiar?
In a moment of daze, it felt as if I had returned to the time when Voldemort held his grand meeting.
However, Snape was also very curious.
What methods will the "omnipotent" Ethan use to continue this complete farce?
Professor Lupin and Headmaster Dumbledore stood on the other side.
Among students.
The leader was a member of the Enlightenment Society.
Harry, Hermione, Luna, Cedric, Neville, and the Weasley twins.
After that, they were selected.
Outstanding students from each grade.
There's Gemma Farley from Slytherin, Penelope from Ravenclaw, Wood, the Quidditch captain from Gryffindor, and so on.
One by one, Dumbledore reminisces about the off-campus challenge he faced in his first year.
Dumbledore: Pain.jpg
...But this time, he was personally overseeing it.
Hopefully nothing bad will happen.
Ethan's voice rang out, pulling everyone back to reality:
"Attention, this is not a drill!"
Like the drums beating before a battle, Ethan's voice was no longer as leisurely as before.
It was filled with a somber and desolate feeling.
This made everyone's hearts leap into their throats!
Ron, who was allowed to watch, muttered, "Why is everyone so serious..."
It makes people quite nervous.
"Soon. Your nostrils will be filled with gunpowder smoke, and your cuffs will be stained with the filthy blood of the fairies."
"And the spells you cast will take away real lives."
A clear, melodious voice echoed through the deathly silent forest.
Everyone unconsciously tensed up their little faces.
Ethan paused for a moment.
He curled the corners of his lips into a smile and said softly:
"It's not too late to quit now."
A silence.
But not a single person quit!
Even Neville Longbottom, considered the most timid of the Gryffindors, kept his lips tightly pressed together and didn't utter a single word.
This seems... kind of interesting.
Harry thought to himself, a sense of excitement rising within him.
"very good."
Ethan raised the corners of his mouth.
Look at Professor Snape.
"Then, Professor Snape, please distribute the Felix Felicis. Everyone may drink it now."
Frucrine?!
Several knowledgeable people, like Hermione, immediately widened their eyes!
This is an extremely rare and priceless magical potion!
Dozens of people, each receiving a small bottle?
When Hermione received the thumb-sized vial of liquid gold from Professor Snape, whose face was as black as a pot lid.
I was completely dazed.
...Is Ethan, Professor Snape's father again?
He's practically a god!
After the students drank the potion.
An excited look appeared on Ethan's face.
He held up the silver key, Salazar Slytherin's gift.
He shouted:
"Come on! It's time to witness the true battlefield!!"
Let's set off for the past!
The words fell.
A blinding white light shot out from the key!
A powerful surge of magic instantly distorted space!
!!!
Dumbledore's pupils contracted sharply, his heart filled with horror!
He instinctively raised his wand.
However, when the white light dissipated, the spot was empty.
Only himself, and Ron, the Weasley boy who was left behind, faced each other.
Two seconds later.
Ron's facial features were contorted.
An incredulous shout echoed throughout the vast forbidden forest.
"No, Ethan really brought someone back there?!"
Dumbledore chuckled.
It seems he's been excluded.
My head hurts.
1612 years.
Fairy stronghold.
An underground prison.
"Boohoo!"
The fairy guards were violently banging on the fence with batons.
Looking at the terrified expressions on the faces of the Muggles and wizards in the prison.
He grinned with satisfaction, revealing a mouthful of jagged, sharp teeth.
"You idiots! Get your asses out here right now!"
The fairy guard opened the gate and shouted angrily.
He kicked a prisoner by the door, knocking him to the ground.
The prisoners exchanged glances.
I saw intense fear in the eyes of others.
Those who were released from the other cells never returned.
however.
The demon raised his baton.
They were forced to stand up one after another under duress.
Wearing the mask, he walked out of the prison, trembling.
Just then.
A raw, angry roar rang out:
"Just you wait! The wizards will soon breach your fortress and kill you all!!"
Shouts echoed through the vast prison.
It was filled with anger and hatred.
Very inspiring.
however.
On the faces of those prisoners, however, were expressions of reluctance.
Because they know it all too well.
The consequences of resistance.
as predicted.
The fairy guard narrowed his eyes dangerously.
Then laugh.
He slammed his heavy baton down and slowly walked toward a red-haired boy among the prisoners.
Yes, it was the person who roared just now.
"You're very brave."
The fairy spoke slowly.
"As expected, you idiots will never learn from other people's mistakes."
"They must be beaten to death, one blow at a time!"
Even if you kill me, thousands upon thousands of wizards will rise up!
Henry Weasley gritted his teeth and growled.
His body trembled, but his eyes stared fearlessly at the fairy guard!
It's okay.
He believed that humanity would win this war!
And what I need to do.
Even if it means dying a painful death, we must uphold the indomitable spirit of humanity until the very last moment!
The heavy police baton, flashing red light, was raised high.
With a sharp whooshing sound, it swung down!
Henry clenched his fists.
At that moment, my mind went completely blank.
The wand was taken away, and alchemy restricted spellcasting.
He was at his wit's end!
Just then.
A semi-transparent barrier stood in front of Henry!
The baton slammed down hard, flashing red light, but it didn't break a single inch!
instead.
The reaction force knocked him backward to the ground!
"what!"
The fairy screamed and rolled on the ground.
Despite his short stature, the impact knocked him over, and he rolled several times!
？ ！！
Henry was dumbfounded.
What happened?!
It wasn't just him.
All the prisoners were stunned!
next second.
But then, a clear, distinct voice rang out from behind everyone else:
"To the fairy stronghold in one step? Brilliant!"
Ethan Vincent pulled back his hood, revealing a clean and handsome face that shone like sunlight piercing through the clouds, shining brightly in the eyes of the prisoners.
The wand he held was shrouded in a slow, swirling magical energy.
Drip!
Your death has arrived!
Please accept this annihilation gift package.