Chapter 483 A Bottle of White Powder

Lech had no idea that he had fallen into Peter's trap. He looked at the snakemen below with an arrogant look, thinking that they were weak and fragile. Apart from being food, they were not worth taking seriously.

After swallowing a few more snakemen, he felt that his stomach was bloated and he could not eat anymore. So he decided to rise into the air and prepare to completely destroy the snakemen who kept coming with dragon breath and venom.

However, at this moment, a sudden feeling of paralysis swept over his body like a tide. His wings seemed to be bound by invisible chains and no longer obeyed his command. His legs also became weak and could no longer carry his huge body.

In a panic, Lech fell from the cave with a dull thud.

He realized with horror that the toxins in the blood of the snakemen he had swallowed were rapidly accumulating in his body. These toxins were like lurking venomous snakes, paralyzing his body inch by inch.

In silence, the dragon head in the middle and the dragon head that spewed fire had almost completely lost consciousness, and only the dragon head that sprayed venom was still struggling tenaciously.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" Leh roared in anger and fear, swinging its dragon head violently, throwing the snakemen that climbed onto its face against the wall fiercely, smashing them into pools of green flesh and blood.

However, the number of snakemen seemed endless. They surged like a tide, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand... in groups, climbing up continuously, as if to drown the seemingly invincible dragon in the sea of ​​snakemen.

They opened their mouths wide, the corners of their mouths cracked to the roots of their ears, revealing sharp teeth as sharp as chisels. Under the sunlight, these sharp teeth shone with a cold white light, ruthlessly piercing Leh's hard skin.

Although the dragon skin was extremely hard, under the continuous and fierce attacks of the snakemen, they began to leave spots of scars on it. Tiny scars were like termites, drilling through the dragon skin's defenses bit by bit.

"Ah!" Leh let out a thunderous roar, and his arrogance and conceit were ruthlessly torn apart by the snakeman's sharp teeth at this moment.

The first holes to appear were in his wings, which were very tough but relatively thin. Then, Leh felt the connection between his fingernails began to bleed. However, the paralyzing effect of the snakeman's venom was still rapidly increasing, and he could not clearly perceive what was happening to his feet.

Gradually, Leh was unable to even shake off the snakeman on his face. These snakemen frantically tried to get into his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, and they wanted to completely disintegrate the life of this giant dragon from the inside.

At this moment, Leh felt the approach of death, and fear spread in his heart.

It felt that every breath became extremely difficult, and his eyelids were as heavy as heavy lead blocks, so heavy that he could hardly lift them. Faced with the threat of death, it tried its best and issued a thunderous cry for help: "Master, save me!"

"The flames are blazing!"

It turned out that its summoning technique was still useful. Rogge quickly waved his magic wand, and endless flames gushed out from the tip of the wand, ruthlessly sweeping the snakemen attached to Leh.

In a flash, the snakemen were burned to charcoal by the high temperature. Leh took a deep breath and looked up at his master in the sky with his dragon eyes full of gratitude and tears.

"This is the consequence of your eating indiscriminately." Although Rogge's tone was stern, the magic wand in his hand did not stop. He shook it gently and pulled Leh back from the brink of death.

"Many obstacles!"

Then, the Qilin magic wand released a dazzling light, and its brightness even exceeded the sun in a brief moment.

The deep pit under his feet seemed to be covered with countless layers of transparent covers. No matter how frantically the snakemen charged, they could not break through this powerful defense.

From beginning to end, Rogge remained vigilant and did not let himself fall. Because he had a question in his mind, what kind of power could cause such a huge pit.

Rocobeek once said that the sky is the domain of dragons, the ground is the domain of wizards, and the underground is the domain of goblins.

After being defeated by wizards many times, goblins still occupy an important position in the magic world. This is not the kindness of wizards, but because goblins have negotiation conditions that are enough to compete with wizards.

Therefore, when the Death Eaters, snake people, and goblins are in collusion, he is worried that there is a deadly danger hidden below. Especially Voldemort, who has never appeared, his absence makes Roger more vigilant.

Just then, Hermione rode a flying broom and flew over crookedly, with Ariana on the broom. He really doubted that the two would fall off the broom.

Flying class is her worst class, and she has never touched it since the first grade. Except for going to the stadium to watch Quidditch, Hermione has no extra interest in flying brooms.

"Rogge, what are those?" Hermione nervously grasped the broom handle, trying hard to control it from falling.

"You sit on the magic carpet." Roger frowned, but his eyes stayed on Ariana.

She smiled shyly and explained softly: "Hermione and I were very worried, so we rushed out directly."

Roger turned to the library's door that had been knocked open and nodded helplessly. He was secretly curious in his heart, how powerful was the silent energy in Ariana's body to break through the library's defense measures in one fell swoop. Although, the inside is often more vulnerable than the outside.

"Can you contact Dumbledore?"

Hermione heard that Roger was finally willing to contact the headmaster, and shouted excitedly: "Let's go to Hogwarts now..."

"No, I'm talking about Aberforth." Roger shook his head and interrupted Hermione, his eyes never leaving Ariana, and said in an unquestionable tone, "There must be some special way of contact between you. Ask him where the headmaster went."

Ariana nodded gently and took out a small mirror from her pocket. She exhaled and wrote a paragraph on it with her fingers. Soon, the reply message appeared on the mirror.

"My brother is not in the UK at the moment." Ariana stared at the mirror, with obvious worry in her tone, "The American Magical Congress is under attack by snakemen, and Ilvermorny School of Magic is not immune..."

A trace of fear flashed across her eyes, and her tone became nervous: "My brother said that there are at least hundreds of thousands of snakemen there, and Muggles are constantly being transformed into those monsters..."

"The principal can't do it, right?" Roger sighed softly.

Ariana nodded and glanced at the dragon head of Lech humming. Its other two heads have fallen into a deep coma and lost all functions. If it weren't for the poisonous dragon head's talent for resisting poison, it would have suffocated to death and become a piece of rotten meat on the chopping board.

Ariana learned from Aberforth that her eldest brother had a special desire to protect Muggles, which seemed to be his sense of responsibility and mission as a wizard.

At this moment, Dumbledore stood on the top of the Woolworth Building, overlooking the entire city. Under the attack of Baldwin virus, Muggles were quickly transformed into snakemen.

He could save 1, 10... but there were too many Muggles to save them all. Even if they were saved, Muggles would mutate into snakemen without any warning and attack normal people crazily.

The bottom of the building was also crowded with snakemen, and they even formed a human ladder, stacking up layer by layer. The snakemen at the bottom were crushed into meat paste and became stepping stones to climb up.

In every corner of the city, the snakemen were densely packed, and dark creatures such as werewolves, vampires, and soul eaters were releasing their tyranny in them.

Werewolves bit children cruelly and kept them in basements so that they could taste their tender brains on full-moon nights; vampires pierced the arteries on the necks of Muggles and greedily sucked the hot and sweet blood; and the Dementors, who could not be seen by Muggles, gave countless cold kisses, sweeping away the happiness in people's souls...

The whole city of New York has become a feast of blood and fire. The scythe of the god of death became sharper in this chaos, ruthlessly harvesting countless rising souls.

Voldemort stood on the Twin Towers, listening to the screams in his ears and looking at the blood under his feet, and his whole body was trembling with excitement. He looked into the distance and commented with interest: "It turns out that Muggles are your weakness."

No matter how the people around him persuaded him, Dumbledore's wand could not be aimed at the Muggles infected with the virus. They seemed to be restrained in this battle and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

At the beginning, Voldemort's attack plan was two-fold. Wormtail led a small number of snakemen to attack Travis Manor, aiming to attract Dumbledore's attention as much as possible.

Unexpectedly, Roger did not seek help from the headmaster, but chose to resist the snake army alone. Therefore, when the American Magical Congress sent a signal for help, Dumbledore immediately crossed the Atlantic to support.

After listening to Ariana's story, Roger breathed a sigh of relief: "I know."

He was most worried that Voldemort would turn into an old sinister pen and suddenly attack from the dark. Although he was confident that he could resist, he was always worried about the safety of others.

"Hermione, Ariana, please help me draw lines and symbols on the ground according to the pattern above." Roger said, handing them a page of parchment, which depicted the magic circle left by Ravenclaw.

The paper was covered with intricate and intertwined lines, outlining many mysterious patterns such as circles and arcs. The magic circle composed of these patterns can gather the power of nature and astrology, and instantly release huge destructive power.

Hermione was responsible for carving lines with the magic wand, and Ariana was responsible for comparing the drawings. Rogge stared at the pit below, just in case something unexpected happened.

Compared with spells, the preparation of magic circles is extremely cumbersome. Wizards must use their wands as chisels, like stone carvers, to outline patterns on the ground stroke by stroke. If there is any mistake, they must start from scratch.

Not to mention, most magic circles also have to consider the influence of weather. Rogge looked up at the sky, the sun was blazing.

Therefore, except for Ms. Ravenclaw who has studied magic circles, other wizards rarely invest energy in such things. They are complicated and troublesome, just like runes that have lost their magic power, and are not popular among wizards.

Peter Pettigrew had been secretly observing the situation above, his eyes on the snakemen who could not break through the obstacles. He was hesitant whether to start the last resort now.

When he saw the two witches scratching on the ground with the pit as the center, he felt uneasy. But he knew that he could not escape, at least not now.

"What should I do?" He paced back and forth anxiously in the cave, and suddenly, he slapped his thigh and took out a small round mirror from his pocket.

"All things appear." He said while sprinkling a handful of light and shadow powder, expecting the mirror to show the scene he wanted.

However, the mirror was still dark, and only the background music broadcast by the Ministry of Magic Dragon Crystal Magic Mirror echoed in the air.

Peter Pettigrew muttered to himself, "Did the master's plan fail?"

His heart was filled with fear. If Voldemort himself died again, he would lose his shelter again. Thinking of the terrible situation he might face, his body trembled involuntarily, and the features of the rat on his face became more obvious.

"Everyone in the magic world, long time no see!" At this moment, Voldemort's cold voice suddenly came from the mirror, and then a white snake-nosed salted egg head appeared on the screen.

Voldemort's wand touched the dragon crystal magic mirror, and his powerful magic was injected into it, allowing the broadcast signal to cross the ocean. However, the mirror's bearing capacity is limited, and sparks keep appearing on the screen, as if it will collapse at any time.

"During the time I was away, the world has not changed much." He shook his head slightly and said in a hypocritical tone of compassion: "Wizards are still driven by Muggles to narrow corners where no one cares, and are even judged by their own kind and imprisoned for some trivial matters."

"Vampires and werewolves are excluded by the magic world, and giants are forced to survive in narrow valleys and are on the verge of extinction..." Voldemort sighed in a pretentious manner, and a tear rolled out of his scarlet snake eyes, "I have been thinking about it, why is this?"

"Why do oppression and discrimination still exist, and why are there still pure blood, half-blood, and mud blood among wizards?" His voice rose, as if adding new brilliance to his background.

"I have used my life and fifteen years of silence to get an answer: the area of ​​the earth is limited, and our power has been transferred to useless Muggles by evil wizards."

"Look, this is the end of New York, and the end of Muggles." He pinched a bottle of white powder with his slender index finger and thumb, and declared to the mirror: "From today, the Baldwin Snake Man virus will spread everywhere."

"Muggles will be transformed into cruel, violent, and incommunicative snake people." A crazy smile appeared on his face, and then he turned the mirror to the distant scene, showing his "masterpiece" to the world.

The sky above the city was shrouded in a dark smoke. On the streets, those running Muggles were killed and eaten by the snake people before they were infected by the virus. The virus in the air is pervasive, drilling into the nasal cavity of those surviving Muggles, turning them into the same kind of monsters.

"I will wipe out useless lives and return the earth to desolation." Voldemort's voice was full of fanaticism, and his scarlet eyes flashed with a morbid sense of happiness. Before the Dragon Crystal Mirror exploded, he declared loudly: "Follow me, become a Death Eater, and create a new world of magic."

"In this new world, there will no longer be a distinction between purebloods, half-bloods, and mudbloods, and no longer a distinction between sacred and inferior. This planet will once again become a no-man's land, and all wizards can walk openly on the mountains, rivers, and lakes and choose their own way of life."

"I promise you, whether it is a giant, goblin, vampire, werewolf... or any other magical race, as long as you join me, you can share everything with me."

"From today on, we will overthrow stupid institutions such as the Ministry of Magic or the Magic Congress, and throw ridiculous laws against wizards such as the Statute of Secrecy into the fireplace."

"Become a Death Eater, and you will all receive equal treatment!" Voldemort shouted fanatically, pointing his wand at the sky.

A green beam of light cut through the sky and rushed into the sky. Then, the Death Eater logo appeared in the sky above New York. The cold skull was facing downwards, and the long snake spewing out of its mouth overlooked all the creatures on the earth.

The next second, due to the overload of magic power, the dragon crystal magic mirror could not withstand the huge pressure and instantly exploded into countless fragments. In these glass prisms of different sizes, Voldemort's cold smile and the doomsday-like scene below were reflected one by one.

After listening to Voldemort's tempting speech, Wormtail's heart was excited. The Death Eaters have changed from a pure-blood society more than a decade ago to a huge organization with multiple species coexisting and across the magic world.

The only regret is that Voldemort's self-directed and self-acted live broadcast was not seen by many wizards. The dragon crystal magic mirror is a new thing for wizards. They only use light and shadow powder to watch the show at specific times, just like the Floo Network.

But for Wormtail, this is enough to guarantee loyalty. He witnessed with his own eyes the power of his master, who could easily play a city in his hands.

When he heard the new vision proposed by Voldemort, Wormtail's blood boiled and his whole body was filled with energy.