Daily News: The Prophet of Hogwarts

Chapter 324 Miracle

"Could they be twins?"

"The commander joked."

The staff in the operations command center echoed, "Perhaps in the wizarding world, powerful individuals with similar talents can emerge from the same bloodline."

They all felt that the fact that wizards had to dodge bullets meant they couldn't defend themselves against bullets, grenades, let alone TNT.

Caught off guard, stepping into a trap filled with explosives, even a wizard would only face certain death!

This is confidence in modern technology! No one is immune to being blown up, unless they are not hit by the explosion!

Neither side waited for Voldemort to emerge from the explosion.

For a time, the Bald Eagle fleet continuously broadcasted news of the elimination of the enemy's powerful wizard, instantly boosting morale.

The well-trained wizard combatants made no comment and continued their relentless fighting.

Only the reporter in the sky and the two old wizards frowned, unable to believe it.

"Voldemort is dead? To be honest, I can't accept it."

"I also think it's unlikely. But it's hard to say. Voldemort's magical power is undeniable, but he's still a wizard, and wizards..."

The master couldn't possibly have survived such an explosion unless he had detected it beforehand and used Apparition to escape.

Both old men fell silent.

Although they never had direct contact with Voldemort during his most powerful period, judging from the information they knew and the snippets of conversation they gleaned, Voldemort himself was definitely not someone who would pay attention to Muggle technology and use the Extrasensory Charm to prepare his senses in advance.

That means it's very likely that the two Voldemorts just now died in this wave —

Even the two experienced and powerful wizards found it hard to believe, not to mention the young reporters like Fleur, some of whom had grown up during Voldemort's heyday, others having been exposed to his magic firsthand. Hearing from relatives and friends about Voldemort's reported crimes, they all unanimously believed that Voldemort was a vicious and extremely difficult-to-kill dark wizard.

But, did Voldemort really die like that?

At this moment, despite being on opposing sides with Voldemort, these reporters genuinely hoped that Voldemort would reappear and deliver a severe blow to the Bald Eagle fleet.

Only in this way can the power of magic be demonstrated.

As wizards, they naturally could not accept the fate of wizards being shattered to pieces by gunpowder. This was not a dispute over ideology or stance, but rather a feeling of shared sorrow.

But at that moment, as if receiving some kind of command, the relentlessly attacking wizards all retreated and hid.

They hid behind a dilapidated bunker.

This action undoubtedly further confirms that Voldemort was killed by gunpowder.

The Bald Eagle fleet sailors were smug, only to see a small number of wizards who had retreated into their bunkers bring out some strange materials and set them up on the spot.

The other 90% of wizards set up protective barriers, all using All-Protection Armor for protection, and some even used Muggle Exorcism Charms.

This caused the soldiers, who were feeling smug, to suddenly have a strong desire to go home. Their combat ability plummeted, and they had no fighting spirit whatsoever. Their minds were filled with the things they had forgotten that they needed to do. Even the commanders and staff had this thought.

"What's going on?" The commander gave himself a sedative injection, the kind they were given before they set off, to prevent the wizard from having an aggressive mind.

"The General Staff of the Department of Defense and the Pentagon's analysis room are right. The cooks possess magic that affects the mind, and we are clearly under their influence now. Just now, commanders on all fronts reported to us that they have all noticed war-weariness in themselves and their men, and they all desperately want to leave this place as quickly as possible!"

The command staff officer, who had also taken a tranquilizer, reviewed the command communications from various fronts and came to the conclusion he least wanted to reach: because the wizards possessed magic that could affect the mind, this was tantamount to sending the soldiers to the battlefield without any protection, waiting to be slaughtered!

Because they lack any treatment methods that can effectively heal psychological damage in the rapidly changing environment of the battlefield.

"Now, order all soldiers to attack! Let mechanical muscle memory fill their brains, leaving them no energy to think about anything else!"

The commander, being a genuine leader of the Bald Eagle, immediately devised a solution to this extremely unfavorable situation, but he also knew in his heart that it was only a temporary measure.

The cannons roared, but the previous intense fighting was just a sparse and disorganized barrage of fire.

The commander immediately reported the current situation to the Pentagon, hoping that the analysis experts at the rear could provide a useful and reasonable opinion.

Faced with this artillery fire, which had been reduced many times over, the combined buffs and armor of over two thousand elite wizards formed an impenetrable wall. The attacks from the Bald Eagle fleet only caused ripples and sparks when they struck the enemy.

This tough stance in accepting the artillery barrage not only caused the morale of the Bald Eagle fleet to plummet instantly.

Even the wizard and Muggle reporters watching the battle were terrified, especially the wizards. Fleur exclaimed, "How can there be so many elite wizards!"

Others echoed this sentiment, saying, "The number of elite wizards that have emerged now is equivalent to the combined total of dozens of Ministries of Magic! No, not only that, it might even be equivalent to the total number of elite wizards on an entire continent!"

"That's not all!" said another reporter from a wizarding newspaper in South America. "Just because you have a lot of elite wizards in Europe and Asia doesn't mean we have a lot of elite wizards here."

This scene was faithfully recorded by the war correspondents of the Bald Eagle newspaper and faxed back to the newspaper office in Bald Eagle territory as quickly as possible.

For a time, everyone who received the news, from members of Congress to newspaper staff, was incredulous. They didn't know what this number of elite wizards represented; all they knew was that the invincible artillery barrage of the Bald Eagle fleet had been stopped by more than two thousand people with their little wooden sticks!

"Fire! Keep firing!" the Bald Eagle commander screamed hysterically at the scene.

On the opposite side, a wizard who did not participate in the protection operation set up a strange altar.

Through the telescope, you can see a golden cup and a locket on the altar.

Just as the commander of the Bald Eagle was about to ask the wizards what they wanted to do, he saw a bright light shining from the altar.

In an instant, the world was in turmoil, a long wind swept across the clear sky, and dust swirled above the altar, making it seem as if the wizard on the other side was about to summon some terrifying demon.

The next instant, a beam of light, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, struck the altar.

Two figures emerged from the beam of light with such lifelike movement; one or two Voldemorts appeared again!

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Haha, hahaha, this is an illusion, this is an illusion, this must be an illusion!"

"You can't say that wizards are gods! That they have the ability to resurrect the dead!"

"How is that possible!"

Hahahaha!

Not only the commanders and staff of the Bald Eagle laughed loudly on the radio, but even the commanders on the lowest front lines laughed, thinking it was just a trick by the wizards.