Chapter 614 Segmentation

Under the bloody light of the artificial sun, Nelson's flying hair was as dazzling as a flame, and the sweat beads on his forehead were like shining gems, inlaid on that firm, black and white face like an ancient Greek sculpture. The rich darkness in the eyes is washed by the primary color of azure, which makes one can't help but think of the stormy sea and the calmness after the storm.

The old wizard recognized the elder wand tightly clutched in his left hand. The unique material made people think of the ancient legends that have been passed down among wizards for thousands of years. After hundreds of years of silence, has it set off a bloody storm among wizards again?

He didn't care about thinking too much, the elite Aurors surrounded him from both sides, and layers of barriers distorted the light that Nelson and he fell into each other's eyes, as if looking at a distorting mirror, his heart was because of Nelson's Zhang was stopped for half a minute by the magnified and exaggerated face.

Nelson's body stretched into the shape of a bow in mid-air. He couldn't stop his speed as he rushed here amidst the flashes of apparition. He was about to hit the armored curse in front of him. The black walnut wand in his right hand Raising high, the mayfly fragments that were crushed in the melee were attracted by the wand and gathered towards him. At this moment, its brilliance even overshadowed the prestige of the Elder Wand, making everyone's eyes focus on it.

Countless fragments were peeled off from the sewage and scorched mud, and swept across the world in an instant. The light in the eyes of the Aurors was repeatedly refracted between the mirrors, and the people included in it instantly fell into a world that was more magical than magic. In the grotesque world that requires magic, eyes meet in places that do not belong to their paths. For a moment, the world seems to be filled with silver butterflies that suddenly pour in. Their twinkling wings reflect pairs of firm or ignorant eyes , and even the eyes of Muggles from around broke in, and gathered together in a daze.

Countless metal fragments seem to have their own consciousness. Although they are flying separately, no two pieces have collided. Such a chaotic scene has not made a single noise. The bottom was cut and sealed into small areas, and everything was quiet. When Nelson's figure appeared in the eyes of the old wizards and Aurors again, this kaleidoscopic world had disappeared at some point. Fragments were absorbed piece by piece on the black walnut wand in the right hand, and a slender, sharp but strong sword was formed piece by piece with the wand as the core. exist.

But Nelson is like that, holding the sword in his hand, using the simplest slashing movements, and rushing down from mid-air according to the inertia brought by the sprint.

The sword light pierced the night like a lonely night light. No one understood his preference for this thankless way of attacking, but he did it anyway. Fierce lightning spewed out from the tip of the old wand in his left hand, replacing It cleared the obstacles in front of it, and this murderous weapon that had set off countless bloody storms became the foil of the moonlight at this moment.

The eyes of the Aurors are attracted by the light of the sword. The perfect arc drawn by the tip of the sword is like an illusory dial, and this pointer-shaped sword seems to be frozen in time. Only the Auror who really propped up the barrier to face it can feel it. The pressure contained in that edge, although it is only a little bit, is like an invincible army. The sword body made of mayfly deformation contains a huge magic power far beyond the normal magic spell. It gently touched the first person who greeted it. On the barrier, the magic power brittle by the thunder was melted without any resistance. The moonlight left by the blade was like a hot knife cutting butter. Without any obstacles, they rushed to the old wizard with Nelson .

It was too late to defend, and Nelson and the old wizard did not leave even a little room for themselves. The blood-colored petals bloomed on the white windbreaker, painting an abstract and blurred picture scroll, and the old wizard was captured The wound pierced by the sword light also burst open, not to mention hot old blood spilled like a bank, his magic wand pointed straight at Nelson's chest, and his chapped lips collided like wriggling, plain but useful. Green light shoots straight from the tip of the staff.

Nelson is like the fool charging towards the windmill in the knight novel, but his indomitable courage is enough to move everyone.

The magic collided, and the invisible impact made almost everyone's eyes go black. After their eyesight recovered, the first thing they saw was an unbelievable scene——

Between Nelson and the old wizard, an Auror who didn't know when he broke in stood with his eyes down. The old wizard's spell hit his heart, making the chest of this burly Auror shudder. After it collapsed for a few minutes, Nelson's long sword pierced through his shoulder blade, then pulled out from his shoulder again, stabbing into the old wizard's chest with the momentum.

The three of them were motionless, as if they were all dead.

Just when someone was about to step forward to check, the old wizard's wide-eyed eyes trembled violently, he raised his wrist, and the next spell was shot out quickly, but Nelson's figure seemed to melt into the twilight, covered by a cloud of white The smoke blurred the edges, and then slowly disappeared, the curse was gone, and the old wizard also spurted out a mouthful of old blood, which sprinkled on the Auror in front of him.

Nelson disappeared with his two wands, but the blade formed by the deformed fragments of the mayfly still held the two of them in place. The widened eyes widened, and the wand swung down without hesitation, disregarding the possibility of expanding the injury by moving the tip of the sword, he cut off the no longer strong sword edge at the fastest speed, and then his body retreated quickly, falling into the ground like a gourd. In the Auror's formation, the Auror who had reacted put up his defense again, and the next second, flames burst out from his chest, and a section of the sword tip left between the muscles exploded violently.

When the gunpowder smoke cleared, even though he had taken adequate protection in the shortest possible time, the shoulders of the old wizard holding the wand collapsed, his arms fell limply, and his wand, which was as old as him, was blown into two pieces, and he groaned for a moment Then there was no movement.

The stagnant moonlight spread out quickly, and people were surprised to find that less than a minute had passed since the slow-motion battle began when Nelson raised his wand and swooped in. If it weren't for the old wizard's shoulder injury and standing in The Aurors there proved it, and they might even think that nothing just happened.

"I want to invite you to do an experiment together." Tom's voice suddenly sounded in the crowd, once again provoking their tense nerves, but the second sentence was from a completely different direction, "Of course, you can turn a deaf ear to it." , the choice is yours."

"What do you want to do?" The old wizard gritted his teeth and bandaged his shoulder injury with the support of the Auror, and whispered to the Auror beside him, "Get Albus here quickly, we need him!"

"But it's no use if he comes, sir."

The old wizard raised his head and glared angrily at the Auror who dared to talk back, but saw the expression on his face that he had just seen on Tom's face not long ago. Looking at him, a low, Tom voice came from his mouth: "I will give you a suggestion, when others are talking, don't discuss those irrelevant topics."

After all, he stretched out a hand, wrapped it tightly around the old wizard's neck, and said with a smile to his colleagues around him: "Fear comes from the unknown, and the unknown comes from differences. I look forward to it when you realize that you are not the same as yourself." When people who are fighting concurrently have different intentions, will they be treated equally like your high-sounding rhetoric on an upright occasion, or..."

The Auror who was holding the old wizard hostage was hit by several spells in the blink of an eye, the light in his eyes dimmed, his arms lost strength, and he fell limply to the ground.

"...The same as now, will we be regarded as heretics?!"

Tom's voice resounded in the crowd, like a chorus condensing the sound waves like a tsunami. The Aurors who maintained their self looked around in horror. Many people's eyes were covered with thick black, and the shadow of a green snake appeared in their pupils. Flashed past, shuttled between pairs of empty eyes.

The hastily formed coalition forces are divided from within, and more "heretics" are hidden among the normal people with the same terrified expressions.

They didn't know when Tom had manipulated the minds of so many Aurors. It had only been the time since Nelson chopped the old man with his sword from the moment he disappeared.

Just when their eyes were attracted by the mayfly fragments in the combination, Tom's curse had already spread among the crowd like a virus. Relying on the reflection of those mirrors, hiding in their staring eyes, eroding the pride. We are not considered a solid trust.

"Let me see, lords."

The vanished metal fragments reappeared in people's sight, filling their field of vision together with the mist that helped Nelson escape. The crowded crowd pushed and shoved, and the terrified spells flew around. This kaleidoscopic vision lasted only It disappeared for a moment with Tom's next sentence.

Fear grew in the bottom of my heart. In that instant, the formation of Aurors was completely broken up. Many people fell under the spell of their companions. The queue originally bounded by the Ministry of Magic of each country disappeared. Everyone fell into the ranks of strangers. They only remembered the colleague who just made Tom's voice beside them, but they couldn't tell whether the Auror beside them was affected by the spell.

The number of Aurors who thought they had the upper hand became their biggest obstacle at this moment. None of them dared to act rashly. Suspicion grew in their eyes looking at each other. They fell into the dark forest full of suspicion.

"You are so cruel... Tsk, do you know? The biggest injury Gnar and I have caused you so far is the old man's skin trauma," Tom's voice sounded in the middle of the crowd, and the Aurors looked at him almost simultaneously. Looking in the direction where the voice came from, he was standing where Nelson had just beheaded the old man, spreading his hands, with an expression of indifference on his face, "Suspicion really makes people crazy, who would have thought that the biggest result of this night is What did you bring by killing each other?"

The Aurors raised their wands in unison and pointed at Tom, but fearing the old wizard in front of him, no one acted rashly.

"Seeds of doubt will grow into big trees, arch good fields, and dump food," Tom squatted down, stretched out his hand, and patted the old wizard's face as if teasing a child, and said lightly, "You can kill the old wizard now." Kill me, but you know, there are not many wizards except Gnar who can use two wands at the same time, are you afraid of cold arrows shot from behind when you charge?"

In Tom's eyes, the magic wands that are as neat as wheat are reflected. At this moment, the wands pointing at him are picked up in unison. It is also necessary to be afraid of these possible cold arrows.

Seeing this scene, Tom couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

His laughter was extremely piercing in the depressing silence of the night, and it reached Dumbledore who was far away.

"You guys are really boring," Tom shook his head, "Well, I admit, I was joking, in fact, that spell can only let you learn how to speak from me, and will not affect your mind, how can I speak in such a short time?" How many times have you used the Imperius Curse? I'm not a demon."

"..."

The night grew quieter.

"The spell has expired, it's just a magic trick," Tom shrugged, "you can attack me at will, don't worry, there is no cold arrow behind you."

"..."

Tom leaned closer to the old wizard, looked at his bloodshot eyes covered with anger, and squeezed out a bright smile, but this smile looked so ironic in the eyes of the old wizard.

"Look, it's funny, isn't it?" Tom said in a low voice, even though his whisper was enough to reach every Auror's ear in such a quiet environment, "I'm honest, no one believes it, as long as they believe it If the Imperius Curse exists, then it really exists, as long as they believe that cold arrows will be shot from behind, then they will really be hit... How sad, as long as you believe that wizards are the masters of this world, you will Can you sit on the throne of power with peace of mind? Is this how you instill noble tone into wizards?"

"you--"

"Don't interrupt...the elected leader is lying on the ground, his wounds are exposed to the heavily polluted air of Berlin, his blood is about to freeze, but no one seems to see it," Tom raised a finger to his lips, Signaled the old wizard to let himself finish, "Look, they have changed from a huge and irresistible team to individuals who are suspicious of each other and fighting on their own. Your vision limits the wizard too much, and the group will only go further and further. Small, and eventually become inseparable, of course, maybe when the five senses will also compete for merit."

"..."

The old wizard didn't speak, he didn't want to be offended again.

"Tell me, in this old face of yours, are the old and dim eyes the most noble, or is the hardest mouth the most important thing?"