Hogwarts: Dumbledore reigned over the wizarding world.

Chapter 210 Fear and Killing Vaughn

Those wizards who were shouting, angry, and full of vigor just moments before fell from the sky like hailstones.

Someone desperately clung to the trembling flying broom.

Some people were completely red, curled up and screaming.

Some people went insane, flailing their limbs like madmen.

Pandora couldn't understand what kind of trick they were playing. She just subconsciously continued to hold up the Ultimate Armor Charm, staring at the other side in astonishment and confusion.

Finally, a relatively powerful wizard trembled as he activated the Iron Armor Charm. His bloodshot eyes were wide open, and even from dozens of feet away, Pandora could see confusion and—fear—in those eyes!

The man shouted a desperate warning, just like the two desperate werewolf sentinels not long ago: "Enemy attack—!"

These were his last words.

As the wizard shouted the warning, Pandora noticed out of the corner of her eye that a slight ripple swept across the hemispherical dome of her Ultimate Armor Charm.

Something invisible, even lighter than a breeze, swept past the top of the shield.

Scan towards where those wizards are!

Then, perhaps in a second, or perhaps less than a second, a terrifying turn of events unfolded before Pandora's involuntarily wide-eyed eyes.

The wizard who shouted "Enemy attack!" suddenly froze, his facial muscles tensed, and a crimson color instantly spread across his originally pale face.

Those already wide eyes twitched as if in a spasm.

Immediately afterwards, bright red blood flowed from his eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Having conducted countless spell experiments, after meeting Vaughn in 90, he not only learned a lot of Muggle knowledge but also participated in Vaughn's human control experiment, Pandora.

The moment I saw blood flowing from the wizard's face, I knew that the blood vessels in his brain had probably burst into mush!

At the same time, the other wizards next to that wizard were not spared either.

"Wow"

"Cough cough cough cough!"

Amidst the cacophony of sounds, some people were coughing up large amounts of blood, while others seemed to be coughing up their lungs, spewing out blood foam and some kind of fragmented substance.

But more often, like that wizard, blood flowed from their eyes, ears, and nose, and they convulsed and froze in place. In an instant, even their skin showed bluish-purple patches—symptoms of internal bleeding!

Only now was Pandora truly certain that the wizards of the Magic Council were not insane, nor were they playing any kind of trickery.

They were indeed attacked.

They were attacked by magic they had never seen before, and they didn't even know how to prevent it!

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Pandora's eyes suddenly lit up as she recalled the fleeting ripple she had noticed a moment earlier at the edge of the Ultimate Ironclad Barrier.

The ripples came from behind her.

Pandora suddenly turned around and, in the bright morning sunlight, about two hundred feet away in the desolate mudflats of the valley, she saw a strange sphere.

And then there was Vaughn, with his dazzling red hair, waving his wand like a conductor leading an orchestra, standing in front of the ball.

A light shone in her eyes.

It is both a light of hope and a magical aura bestowed by the Extrasensory Charm.

In her suddenly slowed field of vision, Pandora clearly saw Vaughn's every move, and also saw the rings of "wrinkles" that resembled a raging tide of accumulating power, binding around Vaughn.

"What kind of magic is that?!"

"What kind of magic is that?"

On the other side of the valley, Josiah Parker, who had also observed the wizards' strange behavior and Vaughn's spellcasting gestures, spoke in a high-pitched but trembling voice.

Donald ignored the Speaker of the Council. His face was pale as he watched the group of Magic Council wizards attacking Pandora Lovegood, coughing up blood and convulsing amidst the eerie, invisible magic.

Yes, what kind of magic is that?

I've never seen or heard of it before!

And then there's Vaughn Weasley—

Looking at the fiery red in the distance, Donald's expression was complicated. Although he had always believed that he had not underestimated that little wizard, every now and then, the other party would refresh his understanding time and time again!

Donald raised his wand and cast a Senses Charm on himself.

This spell is a very rare observation spell in the entire modern spell system, although wizards do not have a proverb like "wherever you go, you leave a trace".

However, Aurors like Donald, who possess extensive combat experience, understand a simple truth.

Everything depends on the workings of nature and matter.

Magic is no exception.

Under the influence of the Extrasensory Charm, Donald finally "saw" the invisible magic—or rather, not saw it directly.

Instead, by observing the air around Vaughn, light refracts in the air, and when the air density changes, the uneven distribution of light makes the invisible things show a slight outline!

Donald saw the outline.

It was a vaguely visible, enormous ring that distorted the air around Vaughn, and the light passing through from the other side was deformed, revealing its trace.

Apart from that, there was no sound, no fluctuation.

Having already experienced that kind of magic twice, Donald dared not underestimate it. While continuing to maintain the Ironclad Charm, he thought, "This can't go on any longer—"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the surrounding mountains and forests, at the rocks where the wizards had fallen to their deaths. If this continued, such tragedies would surely continue to occur.

Before everything is beyond repair, the action must stop, it must—

Just as they were pondering how to salvage the situation, the sound of bugles rang out once again from the sky.

Donald and Josiah Parker looked up in astonishment to see the wizarding formation in the sky, which had been "burned" with a large hole, having recovered from its initial panic and readjusted its formation.

Damn!

It's an attack formation!

"Speaker Parker, order them to stop immediately—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard Josiah Parker beside him shout in a loud voice: "I am Speaker Josiah Parker! The Holy Pureblood Legion obeys my orders! Use the Ironclad Charm and the Senses Charm! Be on guard, be observant, dive down and engage in close combat! Kill Vaughn Weasley!"

"you--!"

Donald turned around in shock. "What are you doing?"

He felt a sudden dizziness.

I almost thought that the loud command and the response horn from high above were just my imagination.

Faced with the questioning, Josiah Parker, his hands trembling slightly, shone even brighter in his eyes: "Vaughn Weasley has seriously threatened the security of the Union. As Speaker of the House, I cannot let him continue like this!"

He glanced at Donald: "Thank you, my Minister of Magical Security. The Magical Congress and I will remember your merits. It was you who discovered the weakness of the enemy's spell, it was you who used the Extrasensory Charm to make me aware that his magic was not invisible. You are a true Federation Wizard, the most outstanding Auror of the Graves family. Therefore, I hope you will stand firm on the right side, understand?"

A feeling of helplessness washed over Donald once again.

Why is there always such a stubborn and self-willed person above him?

Michael was like that before, and the Speaker is like that now!

He looked up and watched as, after the long horn sounded, the wizard legion in the air, which had not been affected by the first two attacks but was only slightly disorganized due to the sudden fall of their comrades, made slight adjustments to their formation and then summoned the Ironclad Charm.

Milky white "bubbles" appeared densely.

The next moment, to the sound of horns, they quickly formed a sagittal formation and swooped down into the valley below, onto the mudflats where red-haired figures were flying!

Hundreds of wizards, clad in iron armor and wielding spells, coordinated and channeled magical energy, their combined high-speed dive creating a formidable force.

Extremely amazing.

That overwhelming aura, like inverted mountains, pressed down from the sky.

Josiah Parker, watching all this, stared intently at the swooping column, and at Vaughn Weasley, who looked as insignificant as dust compared to the column below.

A flush rose on his aged cheeks.

呜—

The combined magical energy of hundreds of wizards sliced ​​through the air at high speed, producing a long, drawn-out cry, and Josiah Parker became increasingly excited.

In reality, as a seasoned politician, he was not a reckless person who would gamble everything at the drop of a hat.

The reason for choosing to kill Vaughn Weasley at this moment was simply because the first two waves of magic from him had caused too much damage to the Magic Council.

Although Josiah Parker was always obsessed with power, he understood even more clearly that his power came from the joint support of the 12 purebloods and the Pureblood Alliance.

What he called the Holy Legion was essentially just the private armies of those families!

He used a series of methods to coerce and entice those families to hand over their private armies to him, but that did not mean they truly belonged to him.

If he can bring back the benefits and, as planned, clip Vaughn Weasley's wings, then everything will be fine.

But then the flying car crashes during a mysterious attack.

When Josiah Parker stepped out of the flying car and saw the wizards who had fallen to their deaths in the forest, he knew that his plan had failed!

He misjudged Vaughn Weasley's decisiveness.

They also underestimated the magical power possessed by this 12-year-old wizard!

The failure of today's mission and the deaths of those family private soldiers around us require a reasonable explanation in order to quell the anger of the families who suffered losses!

Josiah Parker didn't want to become a bargaining chip, and no one else could bear such a heavy responsibility.

Therefore, Vaughn Weasley must die!

Only when that wretched little wizard died, and only on the other side of the Atlantic, the White Witch, who was in awe of the entire wizarding world, was enraged by Weasley's death and took her anger out on America.

He will not be sacrificed!

"Kill him—kill him—kill him!"

The old wizard muttered to himself.

Above their heads, a vast array of armored spells stretched out, resembling a giant sword cleaving down from the sky.

The powerful magical fluctuations and the heavy sense of oppression made Josiah Parker even more excited.

This made Donald's expression grow even more desperate.

He gazed into the distance, at the red hair that seemed to float beneath the mountains, as ethereal as dust, and suddenly wondered, "Why didn't he move away?"

"The lower the frequency of sound waves, the more difficult they are to control. At 100 Hz, the radiating surface diameter only needs to be a few meters in size, and the energy iteration requirement is lower. However, as the frequency continues to decrease, the required amplitude energy level becomes higher, and the size of the radiating surface diameter increases exponentially."

For Warn, today was both a chance to showcase his abilities and a validation of his technology.

Therefore, from the moment he appeared, he rarely wasted his attention on other things, but focused more on perfecting the infrasound mantra.

In eyes filled with the Vision Charm, the world once again took on a new appearance.

A huge, invisible diaphragm made of magic floated in front of him, its surface rippling and spreading like fallen leaves on a lake.

This is the radiating surface that emits sound waves.

Magic can solve many problems that science cannot yet address, such as providing sufficient energy, improving energy conversion efficiency, resolving the elasticity issue of transmission media, and ensuring the even release of energy.

But the physical properties of sound cannot be changed.

A sound source is normally point-like, and its diffusion occurs in all directions along concentric spheres. This creates a serious drawback—after the sound waves are emitted, they indiscriminately affect everything within the concentric spheres from which they spread, enveloping everything in their radiation.

To solve this problem, the spherical radiation of the point sound source must be transformed into plane wave radiation.

That's the function of the diaphragm.

The wand swung, the new parameters were adjusted, and the invisible diaphragm in front appeared even larger. A flurry of data flowed through Vaughn's mind: "Radiation surface setting complete—80 meters in diameter. Based on the correspondence between infrasound wavelength and the radiation surface, it can roughly support frequencies of 12-5 Hz. Hmm, it's difficult to go any lower—hmm?"

Vaughn raised his head.

Through the countless tiny, rippling "diaphragms," he saw many points of light in the sky on the other side forming a sagittal formation, swooping down.

He also heard Josiah Parker's loud commands from afar.

"Are you going to kill me?"

What savage Yankees!

Thinking this, he waved his wand, and the ripples that had been slowly building in the diaphragm in front of him suddenly trembled.

A humming sound, carrying ultra-low frequency and powerful sound pressure, "pushed" towards the direction where the arrow-shaped array was falling, silently, with only a little energy dissipating from the air as the transmission medium, vibrating out a faint chirping sound along the way.

The speed of sound is extremely fast.

To outsiders, the view seemed to suddenly become blurred as if fog had been blown over, and the wizard legion falling from mid-air abruptly stopped.

next second.

Crackle, crackle.

The sophisticated flying broom was the first to malfunction under the resonance of low-frequency but very powerful sound pressure waves.

Thick smoke billowed out.

But neither the swooping wizards nor Josiah Parker, who was watching all this tensely from the ground, were alarmed; rather, they were delighted. "They're unharmed!" Josiah Parker laughed heartily and said to Donald, "You've done a great job, my dear Minister!"

Cheers also came from mid-air.

"The Ironclad Spell worked!"

"Pull a spell on the broom, keep going, and rush to him."

"Watch out for that swirling air current; find a way to get around it!"

At the shouts, the sagittal formation immediately dispersed.

Below, Vaughn's thoughts wandered slightly: "Ironclad Charm and Psychic Charm? Not bad, I guess I've found a way to deal with it —"

Then he smiled and said, "Unfortunately, they are just a bunch of wizards who don't understand physics. The lower the frequency of the sound wave, the lower the attenuation, the more things it can penetrate, and the stronger its damage. As for bypassing it, ha, it's just turning a plane wave into a spherical wave."

With a few strokes of the wand, the new parameters were completed.

In the eyes of others, all they saw was that the faint ripples suddenly disappeared, and Vaughn Weasley stood there as if he had given up resisting.

Donald's expression was blank.

Josiah Parker's eyes widened.

Pandora eagerly began to stir up space, trying to gamble on Apparition.

Meanwhile, the wizards in mid-air began to vent their fear, repression, and impending bloodshed with loud shouts of joy.

But none of that had anything to do with Vaughn.

He calmly readjusted the frequency, transforming the magically constructed diaphragm into another form. The invisible magical power began to contract, and he raised his hand, looking at his clenched fingers.

A faint glimmer of light gathers at the fingertips.

"7hz————"

In soft murmurs.

Snapped!

He snapped his fingers!

If the wizards of the Magic Council at that moment also possessed the Multispectral Vision Charm, they would have seen a distorted point appear as Vaughn snapped his fingers.

Indistinct ripples of color spread silently outwards in spherical shapes from the center point.

A kind of seemingly slow fluctuation, like a lurking undercurrent, is propelled by immense energy, pushing the air and light forward at the speed of sound in all directions.

As soon as Vaughn snapped his fingers and created the sound source, he summoned a dimensional gate and stepped to Pandora's side.

He stood in front of Pandora, extending one hand. The air rippled slightly, and a series of plane waves appeared in front of him.

The next second, the indiscriminately spreading ripples from where he had been standing collided with the constantly fluctuating surface in front of him.

Then, eliminate it!

In stark contrast to the tranquility here, in the distant sky, the wizards of the Magic Council were either regrouping or scattering.

Ripples swept across.

Puff puff!

Strangely, it was as if a bag full of liquid and solids had suddenly burst, and the strong negative pressure caused the juice to spray out.

In the distant sky, the Federation wizards, who were maintaining their armor spells and thought they were safe, suddenly had large amounts of blood gushing from their eyes, ears, and noses.

The blood gushing from his mouth like a high-pressure water gun created a large cloud of blood mist in the air.

Their eyes widened in horror.

The wizards' powerful vitality kept them alive for a while, but that was nothing to be thankful for. The immense pain caused by their internal organs being torn apart by the sound wave resonance continued to assault their brains.

What's even more despairing is that as the blood continues to flow and splatter, they can clearly feel their lives slipping away.

You can also clearly feel yourself falling, falling.

Consciousness faded into darkness, and the sounds of the world quickly receded.

Outside, the valley was also plunged into a sudden silence. The whooshing sound of flying brooms as they swept past at high speed came to an abrupt halt, along with shouts, chanting of spells, and the sounds of spells being cast.

As the blood mist took shape and fell like rain clouds.

They've all disappeared.

All that remained were the thuds of heavy objects hitting the ground, and the distant screams and shouts echoing through the valley and distorted by the surrounding mountains and forests.

In the distance, Donald and Josiah Parker watched in shock at the horrific scene unfolding in the valley—

Hundreds of wizards, pure-blood family private armies, and the backbone of the Magical Congress of America—died without a sound—

What killed them was merely a passing breeze.

Why is this happening?

Why didn't the Ironclad Curse stop it?

"Why—why—"

Hearing the trembling voice beside him, Donald turned his head. The Speaker next to him was trembling, and his eyes, which had once been both murky and wise, were now filled with unconcealed terror.

He stared blankly at the scattered blood rain in the valley, as if in a daze.

For some reason, Donald felt a sudden sense of pleasure seeing the Speaker's discomposure.

Just like the day Michael disappeared, when he returned to his family and saw the chaos within, although he rationally understood that he, his family, and the Federation were one, and that the loss of his family and the Federation would have a negative impact on him.

But—seeing those who were once arrogant and high above others fall to the dust.

Seeing them, like the lower classes they once looked down upon, lose their annoying composure and calmness in the face of "disaster," and become fearful and uneasy.

This is so awesome!

From afar, a series of shrill screams echoed.

Donald knew that it was the wizard who had gone to hunt down the werewolves who had discovered the changes in the valley.

What will they choose?

Just then, Donald suddenly felt a tightness in his chest, a burning sensation in his nose, and something came out. He raised his hand to wipe it away.

Looking down again, my hands were covered in scarlet blood!

Ah, it's Vaughn Weasley's strange magic. How terrifying, can it still be lethal from this distance?

Donald felt dizzy and his head seemed to be expanding wildly, becoming heavy, sluggish, and painful, as if it would explode at any moment.

Beside him, Josiah Parker had already fallen to the ground with a scream, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

Perhaps because he had teetered on the brink of death many times in the past, Donald felt no fear. He endured the pain in his head and coldly watched the Speaker's disheveled appearance.

They even had the stamina to try and understand what Vaughn Weasley's magic was.

"—The same magic killed those federal wizards almost instantly. From the time they died until I noticed something was wrong, at least a few seconds passed. That means the magic's power diminishes with distance."

This situation is rare in purely magical means.

He suddenly remembered receiving a report that Vaughn Weasley had developed a new magic using Muggle mathematics.

He had already witnessed that new magic.

Vaughn Weasley used it the day Jack betrayed him.

"Is this also using Muggle knowledge? — Ahem"

Donald coughed violently, spitting out blood and foam from his mouth and nose. His dizziness worsened, and his vision began to dim, as darkness enveloped him from all sides, moving towards the center.

As his last vestiges of consciousness faded, Donald saw Vaughn Weasley in the valley, raising his hand and leading the witch with long, pale blond hair to the center of the faintly spreading ripples in the air.

Finally, he suddenly asked with some doubt, "Strange, why isn't he affected by magic?"