This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1314 Cold Reality

The hall of the Department of Mysteries was as empty and dim as ever. Normally, the Silent Ones would stop any outsiders from entering at the first sign of trouble.

But not tonight. The lobby is quieter than ever; you can hear your own heartbeat.

Dumbledore was in front, Vincent was behind, and soon they found several figures lying on the ground.

Six—no, there was one more in the corner, seven silent people lay sprawled on the ground in various poses, some face down, some face up, like dolls carelessly discarded.

There was no smell of blood in the air, and they had no obvious external injuries.

“It’s Tom.” Dumbledore bent down to examine the nearest Silent Man. “He’s alive, but he’ll probably suffer serious long-term effects. He’s in a hurry and doesn’t have time to deal with them.”

Vincent's gaze swept across the hall; the black doors were tightly closed, and there was nothing unusual about them from the outside.

Dumbledore straightened up. "This seems like a trap—"

Before the words were finished, five dark figures emerged from the ground like ghosts, and a rapid but incredibly precise incantation rang out:

"Trying to confuse the public!"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"There are many obstacles!"

"All petrified!"

"Split into pieces!"

Faced with the sudden attack, Dumbledore didn't even turn around. He flicked his Elder Wand, and a semi-transparent silver barrier enveloped him and Vincent.

The Confusion Charm and the Cruciatus Charm struck it first, bursting into dazzling sparks, but they could not penetrate the barrier.

The next three spells then mysteriously exploded in mid-air, as if they had been hit by something.

Dumbledore looked at Vincent, or more precisely, at the A-shaped spheres that were invisible and surrounding Vincent, and said, "A very practical little invention that can catch you off guard and is impossible to defend against."

The attack was thwarted instantly, and the shadowy figures visibly froze for a moment.

Especially Bellatrix, who was standing in the middle, had her maniacal smile with her scarlet lips frozen in time, her face showing a mixture of shock and confusion.

A tall, well-proportioned Death Eater hid behind her, seemingly not wanting to be seen.

A gaunt Death Eater beside her glared at Vincent with bloodshot eyes. "That little Mudblood is mine. Don't try to take it from me!"

Even though the environment was dim and they were more than ten meters apart, Vincent could still feel his burning gaze. "Professor, who is he?"

Dumbledore's eyes turned strange. "You don't know him? He's Rabasta Lestrange's brother, Rodolphus Lestrange."

“Oh.” Vincent nodded in sudden realization. “No wonder he looked at me like that.”

Rodolphus met a terrible end. He lost an arm while Apparating to launch an attack, and a failed attempt to cast the Killing Curse resulted in his body being severely dismembered, with his internal organs and intestines spilling out onto the ground. He was practically dead while still alive.

Bella stretched out her hand to stop Labastan, "Don't forget your master's mission. If this little mud-blood ruins your master's important plans..."

Rabastan's body trembled slightly, and he "obediently" stepped back.

Bella's gaze shifted from Vincent to Dumbledore. "Where is Dolokhov?"

Dumbledore looked at Vincent, who simply said, "Arrested," as casually as if he were saying, "It's raining."

After a brief silence, Bella burst into a shrill laugh: "Liar! Those useless people in the Ministry of Magic? Dolohoff could tear them to shreds—"

“It’s not the Ministry of Magic,” Vincent interrupted her. “It’s me.”

His voice remained calm, but there was an undeniable weight in his words.

This is not boasting, nor is it a threat; it is simply stating the facts.

Rabastan's face flushed instantly. "You little mudblood! Who do you think you are!"

Vincent and Dumbledore exchanged a glance.

It's clear that the Death Eaters are stalling for time.

I really underestimated these lunatics. If it were just Dumbledore alone, they would definitely continue their attack and try to hold him off as much as possible.

But now that Vincent has joined the group, no matter how much the Mudbloods say, they can't deny Vincent's importance in their hearts.

"Professor, so Death Eaters can actually use their brains."

This mud-blood...how dare he...

These words instantly ignited the most sensitive spark in Bella's heart.

Mudbloods should kneel in the dust, grateful to be able to breathe the air of the wizarding world.

And this little Mudblood in front of her actually used that tone, that casual tone, to evaluate them? To evaluate true purebloods? To evaluate their master's most loyal servants?

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

A shriek rang out, and a scarlet light tore through the air, like an extension of her rage, shooting straight at Vincent's face.

She didn't expect the attack to hit the target Dumbledore was protecting; she just wanted to see the little Mudblood dodge, even if it was just a hint of panic, so she could derive pleasure from proving his inferiority.

However, as soon as the red light left the tip of the staff, it seemed as if it had been struck, and suddenly exploded out of thin air.

"What...what the hell is that?" The Death Eater who had been hiding behind Bella asked, his voice trembling.

They could barely make out that after the Crucifixion left the tip of the staff, a thin, blue beam of light flashed in the air in front of Vincent, striking the red light precisely and completely dissolving the spell.

Magical items? Alchemical equipment? No, something feels off... There's no mana fluctuation... at least it's not normal mana fluctuation...

Bella ignored the Death Eaters behind her, her knuckles white as she gripped her wand tightly.

She wasn't afraid, she was angry, extremely angry.

Vincent Wayne, that little Mudblood who dared to share the title of Dark Lord with his master, has once again desecrated them with something they cannot comprehend.

"A mere little mud seed..."

Her teeth were grinding together, and her voice seemed to be squeezed out from deep within her throat: "You think you can defile sacred magic by performing some lowly tricks? What do you think you are! Your blood is filled with filthy Muggle filth! Your very existence is a pollution of magic! Every inch of air you touch should be purified by Fiendfire!"

Her words were incredibly vicious, attempting to build a wall with the most obscene vocabulary to block out the cold truth.

The Death Eaters seemed to have found an outlet for their anger, and they joined in the cursing, unleashing the most vile words from the pure-blood family lexicon.

They believe that the louder the sound, the more it can dispel the unease that is quietly spreading in their hearts.

Yes, it must be some kind of one-time trick or Dumbledore's secret assistance.

Mud-type beings could not possibly possess such power, absolutely not!

"Enough." Dumbledore's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out all the vicious curses. "Where is Tom?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the raging fire in Bella's heart and reminding her of her master's mission.

She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus her chaotic thoughts.

As long as they are stalled until her master obtains the prophecy orb, even the most bizarre tricks of this little mud-born will be seen through at a glance.

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