The Rise of the Muggles at Hogwarts

Chapter 181 All spell casters will be implicated

The rain in London is still falling, as if it will never end.

The clouds gathered in the sky, blocking the sunlight, and the earth returned to darkness.The city's power system was damaged. In just over an hour, this world-class financial capital seemed to have returned to the Middle Ages.

Occasionally, there are a few car horns coming from the roadside, but when you look carefully, it will stop suddenly.Even if there were still sounds, they were quickly drowned out by the sound of raindrops.

On the road in the rain, a black car was driving quickly. In the driver's seat, a man was holding the steering wheel with a solemn expression.The raindrops slapped on the car body, making a dull sound, and the leaves on the roadside were washed away, making a rustling sound.

The car sped by on the street, a layer of mist covering the windshield, but it couldn't hide the stern face.

"squeak--"

With the sharp and piercing sound of brakes, the car stopped on the road, rainwater dripping down the roof and gathering in front of the car.The man unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He stood on the side of the road and looked up at the raindrops dancing in the sky.

The raindrops hit the ground like hailstones, causing ripples. But among the millions of ripples, they all reflected the same scene, a building with nearly half of it collapsed.

"boom!"

A piece of rubble fell to the ground from the building that was about to collapse, and the man's heart sank with it.Then, he rushed towards the incomplete stairway like crazy, staggering and tripping over gravel several times, but he got up again.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and his chest was heaving violently, like a wandering soul in shock.

He ran up to the third floor in one breath, and before he could catch his breath, his eyes were already locked on a door blocked by collapsed steel bars.

Without any hesitation, he rushed over and pulled the steel bars with all his strength, bending them one after another.

"what--!!!"

"Zizi!!!"

The man's heartbreaking screams, together with the unpleasant sizzling sound of steel rubbing against wood, could be heard far and wide in this afternoon of heavy rain.

Finally, the last steel bar was bent by his hands stained with blood and mud, and then he pushed down the broken wooden door and rushed into the room.

"Valerie!" he hissed.

The sound echoed in the room.

The room, which had nearly half collapsed, was filled with gravel and dust. He climbed over the collapsed walls with his hands on the ground.Looking for the figure he was most familiar with in this dark room.

"Valerie!!" A hoarse roar came from his throat.

The deserted room filled him with despair.

"woooo~"

Suddenly, a faint sound came from under the collapsed rubble.

"Valerie?!" He was ecstatic, like the last plank a drowning person could catch.

Then, the man rushed towards the direction of the sound and began to dig up the gravel frantically.

Piece after piece.Until his arms became numb and blood oozed from his nails, he finally saw the light. Under the stone, there was a broken table, which barely held up a small space.The faint sound of breathing came from under the table.

"Valerie!!!" The man struggled to move away the last blocking boulder and took out the shivering figure huddled under the table.

He knelt on the ground, held the girl's face, and kissed her softly.In an instant, tears burst into the man's eyes, as if he had found his treasure, and he shouted her name over and over again.

"Mom..." The man was stunned.

"Save—mom..."

Little Valerie's weak voice, accompanied by her barely raised arms, immediately shocked the man's heart. He quickly turned around, and right behind him, not far away, was a small area composed of reinforced concrete, gravel and a collapsed wardrobe. , blood is slowly oozing out.

There was a loud "crash", and a silvery white light flashed in the rain curtain.

It was a long knife that cut through the sky, tearing open the sinking darkness.

At that moment, the man saw what was buried in the rubble - his lover.

Just as he was about to rush over to rescue his lover, a person suddenly appeared in the rain downstairs.

She was a crazy woman, with messy and fluffy hair and the winding wand all indicating her identity.

Bellatrix Lestrange, she was attracted by the sound of cars and inexplicable shouts.

Looking at the car beside her and the building in front of her, Bellatrix's face showed some doubts. Then she held the wand and directly raised her hand to release a red spell, which struck through the cold rain. on that fragile building.

With a loud noise, a huge hole was blown open on the fifth and sixth floors, and pieces of rubble fell, raising a cloud of dust.

The man on the third floor held his daughter tightly, a suppressed groan of pain escaped from his throat.

A piece of falling debris hit his right leg.

But what made him even more painful was that the woman who had accompanied him through countless storms was looking at him with a smile on her face.

The thunder outside the window is still ringing endlessly, but the man's world is still silent.

Every ray of light illuminated the mother's face. She was still beautiful. The broken wood penetrated her chest, and the blood bloomed on her face like blooming flowers.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the raindrops streaked across the sky but hovered in front of his eyes, just like the universe that was still silent 138.2 billion years ago.

Then, the hovering water droplets finally couldn't resist the attraction of gravity and fell straight to the ground, like blowing the horn of creation. Billions of raindrops fell from the sky and scattered on the land of London.

Watering and growing.

After the last light called love dissipated in the pupils of that wife, that mother, that mortal.

Extreme hatred, like the Big Bang universe, is growing in London at the speed of light.It took root and grew in an instant, and by the time the tenderness at the corner of her mouth faded, it was already a towering tree.

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Bellatrix was gone.

Just like her sudden appearance.

The rain was still pouring down with no intention of stopping.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but the numb world still has no concept of time. Maybe it’s one second, maybe two seconds, or maybe it’s shorter.

An old man with gray hair suddenly appeared on the empty street. He was wearing a gray robe.

The old man stood silently, looking at the missing Death Eaters, when suddenly a cold and extremely cold sight came into his field of vision.

On the dilapidated building, a middle-aged man was kneeling on the ground, with his long-dead wife in his arms and his teenage daughter at his feet.

With his hands soaked in blood, he stared blankly at Dumbledore on the roadside, like a soulless body.

Just looking at it, as if talking about death.