Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 323 War Begins

The bald eagle's carrier fleet began to assemble.

With a do-or-die spirit, under the banner of international humanitarian aid, and with a special action order personally signed by the president, they set out.

They made no attempt to conceal their actions, and even sent a signal to the wizarding world through Nava and Julia before launching their attack.

The bald eagle wants to solidify its position as a global beacon in the eyes of the world, thereby encouraging people in other regions to support this ideal.

Countless reporters sprang into action, using every means to rush to Africa—this was the biggest news. If they obtained firsthand information on any major event, they would be set for life.

There are also war correspondents with strong connections on the bald eagle's carrier strike group.

In mid-air, the enormous Thunderbird revealed its existence to ordinary people for the first time.

The Thunderbird's origin is attributed to a magizoologist who wished to remain anonymous. After receiving an invitation from his teacher Dumbledore, this magizoologist excitedly went to Hogwarts, but the moment he stepped into the headmaster's office, he scrambled out and refused to go back in.

Finally, his teacher Dumbledore had no choice but to arrange for this magical biologist to work with Fontana in charge of the affairs of the Magical Congress.

This time, he and Fontana were both present as spectators in the Wizarding World for this battle that could change the world.

Behind the Thunderbird followed a dozen or so flying brooms, flying carpets, and other flying vehicles.

The flying props were carrying reporters from various newspapers, including the Daily Prophet and the Gargoyle's Roar.

"Oh God, I can't tell if I'm dreaming," an American soldier on the warship grumbled to his comrade.

A group of people and mythical beasts flying in the sky is undoubtedly a fantastical thing, something that usually only happens in dreams or on the screen, but now it has actually happened in reality.

"This is a wizard. I heard that Mr. Ryan Wells has figured out a way to enable ordinary people without talent to cast spells." His comrade, a well-informed rich kid and a proper bald eagle, thought for a moment and added, "Mr. Ryan Wells is the young man we saw in the video of the Battle of the Pyramids during our internal training before the funeral."

"My God, they are amazing."

"They don't believe in God; they prefer to talk about Merlin."

The two people speaking are just a microcosm; in the command center, the high-ranking military officials carrying stars, after countless thoughts, also brought their minds back to the present moment.

Because a coastline appeared in front of them.

The coastline was covered with fortifications, and the speed of construction exceeded everyone's expectations.

Then, a barrage of artillery fire erupted, launching an all-around attack from land, sea, and air.

Driven by devotion to God, the suicide squad members piloted their small boats and, under the cover of bombers and naval gunfire, rushed toward the shore.

It was incredibly tragic.

Because they genuinely believed that wizards were heretics.

Voldemort's forces were immediately suppressed because the hastily constructed defenses were no match for the bald eagle's carrier fleet—this was an indisputable fact, even if the defenses were imbued with magic, exceeding their original capabilities.

But when well-trained wizard combatants appeared on the battlefield, the situation changed.

One by one, they moved across the battlefield using Apparition, and apart from large bursts of flame, there was no way to repel these wizards who could move randomly.

But flamethrowers also need fuel.

If they want to win, they can't use flamethrowers for passive defense.

Passive defense can deter wizards from venturing into dangerous areas, but it also prevents them from attacking the wizards from behind layers of fire walls.

"Prepare the thermobaric weapons!" Seeing the battle situation turning against them, the commander gave the order. At this point, they shouldn't worry about anything else.

What a load of rubbish! Let's talk about it after we win the fight.

Mushroom clouds rose one after another.

The defensive fortifications built along the shore were bombed everywhere, almost all of them were destroyed.

In order to suppress the enemy's firepower, the commander ordered the launch of more than thirty thermobaric bombs, just to make a sound.

The powerful shockwave forced the Apparition wizards to retreat far away, and many wizards were also thrown out of the air by the shockwave, like rag dolls being tossed around.

On the flying carpet, Fleur realized that the wizards who had been thrown back were not living people, just as Ryan had said, but humanoid puppets created through biotransformation.

She felt a mixture of awe at the weapons of mass destruction and regret for the tragic fate of the carrier strike group. It wasn't that the carrier strike group's firepower was inferior to the wizards; with the firepower they possessed, anyone would have been turned to mush. Even Helbo couldn't have been saved.

But just like the joke Ryan told her, that ordinary people put all their skill points into mechanics and kinetic energy, including light energy, electrical energy, and steam energy, and that adding these energies to machinery is what makes an ordinary person's technology tree.

These skills make no mention of how to deal with highly mobile creatures the size of humans, or methods such as memory manipulation and soul control.

"The battle is about to end." Hibiscus saw several identical figures appear in her field of vision, and the Ground Demon was eliminated.

"Not necessarily. If they dare to come, they must have their own methods. Perhaps they can counteract the effects of the Soul-Stealing Curse to some extent."

Another reporter said he came from the Gargoyle's Roar.

But Fleur shook her head: "That's not what I meant. The Imperius Curse takes a long time to take effect against people with very strong wills, at least for now. What I meant was that Voldemort only needs to kill all the commanders, and this war will end without a fight."

Just as Furong said.

The two Voldemors disappeared and reappeared, and beams of green light emanated from various rooms of the aircraft carrier fleet.

Voldemort and his men couldn't be sure which room was the Commander's, but that didn't matter; all they needed to do was kill anyone who looked like the Commander.

Even if the commanders secretly hid and disguised themselves as ordinary soldiers, it was useless, because Voldemort's plan was to stop only when no one was in command.

As the two Voldemors ventured deeper into the aircraft carrier's cabins, a powerful explosion and shockwave suddenly erupted on the carrier where they were!

Without the slightest warning!

Faced with rivals whose position as beacons of light is threatened and whose ability to generate revenue has significantly decreased, the bald eagles have shown a willingness to fight to the death.

Resolute.

This was their pre-arranged tactic—they couldn't restrict the wizards' elusive movements, so they had to eliminate them swiftly and decisively, like planting bombs on the aircraft carrier's towers. Once a wizard entered, the bombs would be detonated immediately!

"They should be dead by now, right?" Gazing at the billowing smoke, the commanders took a deep breath, still shaken, before noticing that the two invading wizards looked exactly alike.