I, Hogwarts Second Time Around.

Chapter 476 Resident Evil

"Click—"

The cold rain seemed to shroud the city like a curtain.

Every now and then, a bolt of lightning would strike the sky, its pale light revealing a hellish scene on the street.

"clip."

A voice full of heroic spirit rang out.

The woman then quickly loaded the gun and fired.

"Bang bang bang—"

Gunpowder ignited the darkness and illuminated the woman's youthful face.

It was a resolute yet alluring face, with deep blue eyes that possessed a captivating charm.

She had short hair, wore a blue fabric vest and black skinny jeans, and black boots. At that moment, she was holding two weapons: a G19 pistol and an MP5 submachine gun.

After a few gunshots, the four-legged canine that had been jumping around on the ground fell silent.

Although it was certain that the monster was dead beyond any doubt, Jill still instinctively gripped her gun tightly, not daring to relax for even a moment.

As she recalled what she had experienced over the past few hours, her face gradually showed signs of pain.

A body piled high with rotting flesh. A faltering gait, oozing slime, hands exposing bone, a face covered in pus and blood.

Those were her colleagues, Weston, and countless other unfamiliar Berliners.

"Zombies?"

The famous 1996 movies and games such as Night of the Dead and Dawn of the Dead had already run into trouble.

The concept of zombies, or the undead, has long been known to the public.

Of course, older people or those who don't pay much attention to the entertainment industry might not be familiar with this subject, but Jill is clearly not one of them; she's seen all those movies.

"We need to get out of here as soon as possible," a handsome young man beside her said.

The two returned to the jeep parked nearby.

At the front of the car, half of a 'zombie dog's body was embedded in the wall of a street shop, but its gaping maw was still tearing and biting, hissing softly from its throat.

Leon returned to the Jeep and found the Desert Eagle 50AE pistol with a 10-inch frame and large automatic fire on the passenger seat.

He then coldly raised his head, aimed at the 'zombie dog's' head, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Brain matter outlined a giant firework on the wall.

The noisy growls and biting sounds finally subsided.

"I'm just here on vacation!" Jill opened the passenger door and got in.

"Who isn't?" Leon holstered his sidearm, skillfully got into the driver's seat, and started the jeep.

Although it had just suffered a huge impact, the military jeep was not totaled, but the windshield and bumper were all detached.

The wind, carrying rain from outside, lashed against the two of them, but at this point, no one cared about such things.

The vehicle traveled at a moderate pace on the road, which was riddled with scratches.

The ground was covered with craters, like those left by anti-aircraft guns or rockets.

Normally, the explosion of such a weapon in the capital of a European country would spread throughout the world within hours. But now, the two people in the car felt that the firepower was far from enough.

After all, it was an urban area, and there were still a lot of citizens hiding in buildings, so the army didn't dare to use artillery to bombard the area.

Just then, a couple who looked somewhat drunk stared at them from the street corner.

Their shirts were stained with blood, their hands were also covered in blood, and sticky fluid dripped from their ruby-red lips. Their bloodless faces were already rotting.

Suddenly, the couple let out groans like hungry animals and stretched out their pale hands.

He exerted force with both legs.

"Bang!"

It hurtled toward the jeep like a cannonball.

"Bang bang—da da—"

Jill first pulled out her pistol and fired a volley at the woman, hitting her but not damaging her brain. Immediately afterward, she pulled the trigger on her other weapon, firing a barrage of bullets from her submachine gun, instantly taking down the female 'zombie'.

As for the male 'zombies'—it was too late.

Jill leaned towards Leon in the driver's seat, and with a "bang," the 'zombie' slammed into the car door. The immense inertia nearly flipped the several-ton jeep over, leaving it suspended at least ten inches in the air.

"Lower your head—" Leon said coldly.

He held the steering wheel with one hand and drew his Desert Eagle from his waist with the other. Jill bent down and ducked. "Bang, bang, bang." Three gunshots rang out, the sound causing Jill to experience a brief ringing in her ears. She silently straightened up, and the car suddenly lurched, as if it had run over something.

"Damn it, damn it." The woman covered her ears, feeling a slight dizziness.

She was shouting and cursing.

If you were enjoying your vacation just hours ago, and suddenly a monster rushed out in front of you and ate your colleagues and friends, you would feel the same anger and terror.

"We must get to the nature reserve on the outskirts of the city as soon as possible," Lyon said calmly. "NATO troops are assembled there; it's a safe zone."

He was no calmer than Jill beside him; beads of sweat glistened on his nose, and his equally blue eyes were filled with terror.

It was only his long-standing habit as a law enforcement officer that allowed him to force himself to remain calm.

As they were speaking, a deafening roar that seemed to tear through the air came from the sky.

Several fighter jets swiftly flew overhead, and soon after, a series of explosions echoed from the city behind them.

Scattered resistance forces began to appear on the streets.

It could be local police or members of the public.

They were all heading towards the military camp to the northeast.

Broadcasts and helicopters are broadcasting messages that NATO troops have arrived on the outskirts of the city. Residents in the east and north are advised to seek refuge at military bases if there is no danger, while residents in the west and south are advised to stay in their homes as much as possible, seal their doors, and avoid contact with the outside world.

Leon slammed on the gas, and the car sped off. As the jeep screeched around a bend, Leon swerved the steering wheel, smashing into a female "zombie" whose scalp had been ripped off in half. In the instant of impact, inside the windowless, completely enclosed vehicle, the two could even hear her groan of discontent, followed by more barking.

"What on earth happened? Why did the whole city suddenly go crazy in an instant?" Jill rubbed her temples in pain. She couldn't understand how a scene from a movie could suddenly be playing out in real life.

"I don't know. Maybe it was God who initiated the Great Judgment, or maybe it was a magical disaster caused by a wizard."

"Magic." A mocking sound came from the woman's throat. She didn't know before, but now—after witnessing several people dressed in black robes, wielding wooden sticks and unleashing various kinds of magical light in a duel, her worldview had long been shattered.

She just didn't want to admit it; maybe she was dreaming.

The car suddenly fell silent; apart from the rain drifting in and pattering against the metal frame, there was no other sound.

It is about twelve kilometers from the city center to the nature reserve on the outskirts of the city.

Normally, this distance would only take about ten minutes to reach.

But now, not to mention the constant attacks from wolf-like zombies, the road conditions are terrible: cars scattered everywhere, corpses strewn about, and craters left by artillery shells.

The car cannot go fast.

Fortunately, the badly damaged jeep didn't stall halfway through the journey, and after more than twenty minutes, they arrived at the outskirts of the nature reserve.

The loud roar coming from not far away was, according to Lyon, the sound of a tank engine.

Many barbed wire fences and vehicle-made defense lines have also appeared in the parks on both sides.

He knew he was safe.

temporary!

"Waaah."

A figure emerged from the woods on both sides.

At the soldiers' request, Lyon parked the vehicle in the park on either side of the road.

As I got off the bus, I bumped into the figure dressed in a black robe.

"Is it a girl?"

"Not very old."

The fleeting glimpse of her face surprised him; her attire made it easy for him to identify her.

wizard?

But this little wizard.

"Hermione, wait—"

Several more wizards, also dressed in black robes, emerged from the woods.

"If Dumbledore knew..."

"I can't just stand by and do nothing in the safe rear." Hermione's cool voice reached Leon and Jill's ears. Both of them chose to watch her silently, their hands already on the weapons at their waists.

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't made such a big fuss..."

"Navi, this isn't your fault, and there are so many Consortium wizards in the hospital, you can't hide it from them."

"But—if everything can be done quietly, perhaps the Death Eaters won't find out."

"Give up. The 'Pretenders' have spies everywhere. Who can you fool?"

"But."

"There are no buts. This is how it has come to be. All we can do is try to minimize casualties."

"Hmm, you two? You look familiar. Haven't we met somewhere before?"

Irving stepped forward and approached Leon and Gil.

"They look very similar."

"Who are you?" The two remained vigilant, their hands already gripping their weapons tightly.

Irving shook his head and did not take any action.

It's normal for the other party to be wary, or even angry.

They should be, and they should be.

If he were a Muggle, Owen would swear that he would do whatever it takes to bring down the high and mighty wizards who looked down on them, and kill and chop them to pieces.

But he was a wizard, one of these despicable people.

The identity shackles imposed on him prevented him from bowing to Muggles, but at least he was magnanimous enough not to get angry at any seemingly dangerous actions by the other party.

"It's a pity this isn't Resident Evil. Otherwise, the protagonist would have to be changed," Owen chuckled.

In Berlin, the rampaging 'zombies' are considered a kind of ominous sign, and Owen can sense the weak traces of ancient magic on them.

Is it a corpse?

Nor is it.

A bad omen?

This is quite different from the previous ones. This type of infection is dozens of times faster than before. In the past, unless the body was directly devoured, torn apart and reassembled, if it was just a wound, it would take several hours to several days to completely transform.

Furthermore, the "Furnace Aspects" will appear on their bodies, including those hideous horns, tumors, and so on.

Now, the "Zombies" no longer have the "Furnace Hundred Forms" on their bodies. They still retain their human form and no longer possess the attack methods of the "Omens". Now, they have simply transformed into wild beasts that spread infection.

In other places, such as plains, wilderness, or the sea, the Muggle army would be more than capable of dealing with such creatures.

But it just so happens to appear in the city.

A city with a population of millions makes the military hesitant, which is why the situation continues to deteriorate.

If this continues, the consequences could be dire—it could take hundreds of thousands of lives to end this terrible disaster.

"Irving, what exactly is your solution?"

The young wizards chose to stay away from Leon and Jill.

They walked to an open space.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, the twins, Neville.

Even Koyatl is there.

Irving led them out secretly.

"Once we lure those undead out of the city, they'll be much easier to deal with," Owen said.

"So how exactly do we lure them out of the city!" Koyatl said in a deep voice, a hint of anxiety between her brows. No matter how much she tried to appear calm, the fire burning in her eyes betrayed her.

She had already witnessed the destruction of a city.

She didn't want to see another city suffer the same fate.

"These undead are created from ancient magic," Owen said calmly, his right hand gripping his wand tightly against his left wrist. "The flesh and blood of wizards are more attractive to them than to ordinary Muggles."

He slid slowly, and the wand transformed into a sharp blade, easily slicing open his wrist.

Crimson blood flowed out and dripped onto the grass.

"Owen." Hermione looked at him anxiously.

"It's alright," Irving said, raising his right hand to stop him.

"Compared to the flesh and blood of wizards, flesh and blood imbued with ancient magic are like a light in the darkness for them; moths cannot resist such temptation."

Owen waved his wand, and a slight breeze stirred behind him.

"call--"

In the blink of an eye, the wind suddenly opened wide.

It rustled through the grass and trees, its sound like the mournful strains of a doomsday harp.

"Blow away—" the boy murmured, gazing at the distant city.

"Keep bragging—"

"Let the smell of blood permeate the entire city."

Like a wild beast awakened, the gale, guided by Owen, carried ancient magic that was difficult for ordinary people to fathom, howling and sweeping across the entire city.

The blood-red rain and howling wind intertwined, as if draping the city in an ominous cloak.

"Gulp—roar—"

A sudden burst of noise echoed through the city's streets and alleys.

The corpses, like moths drawn to a flame, surged forth from all directions, rushing wildly toward the source of the blood energy.

That primal desire for ancient magic.

It is an objective law brought about by the principle of regression.

It is a child who has been traveling far away, eagerly wanting to return to the womb.

The restless corpses lost interest in the other mortals, the still-resisting army, and even the Aurors mixed among them.

A wild beast, once unleashed, sets its sights on only one target.

On the other side, Hermione quickly took out some white peony root and applied it to Owen's left wrist.

She looked at Owen with concern.

His face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were very determined.

It was she who suggested going to Berlin to help.

She cannot enjoy peace with a clear conscience.

Maybe—she's just that kind of overly kind person.

Irving looked tired; he had just lost about 600ml of blood, though that was far from life-threatening.

But dizziness and blurred vision are definitely possible.

"Would you like to cast the spell in a little while?" he whispered.

With Hermione's help, he sat down on the ground.

"Okay." Miss Granger agreed without hesitation.

Owen nodded, then looked at Harry and Ron.

"If you cast the spell together, the area covered by the spell will be larger."

"Koyatel, what about you?"

"I'm not quite proficient yet, but it's usable." Koyatl nodded; she certainly understood what Owen was talking about.

She had read the newspaper.

For the past six months, I have been practicing those spells frequently.

"Hmm." The boy looked away.

He is far from being unable to cast spells.

However—this time I'm definitely going to steal the spotlight.

Voldemort already believed that Hermione was the true heir to the ancient magic, so there was nothing wrong with her continuing to pretend.

Secondly, he did not believe that there were no Death Eaters, Imposters, Purifiers, or even dark creatures such as goblins, werewolves, and vampires around him.

His energy had to be used to protect Hermione as she cast her spells smoothly.

"Are you planning to lure those 'zombies' here?"

At this moment, Leon and Gil, who had been watching them from beside the jeep, stepped forward.

The young wizards' conversation hadn't been kept from them.

The two of them naturally heard everything.

Although they didn't understand the technical terms related to magic, Leon, as a meticulous and professional police officer, still managed to guess Owen and his group's actions.

"If you can handle it, then the rest will be handed over to the military." His voice was calm, even somewhat cold.

There is hardly any gentleness to speak of.

After all, the trouble was caused by the wizards. Why would they expect him to give them a friendly look?

He's not that despicable.

"No need." Owen turned and glanced at him.

He turned his gaze back to the city in the distance.

"We are not all despicable, Mr. Leon. Wizards also have wizards' dignity and pride."

As he spoke, he suddenly sneered, "Although it doesn't seem to be worth much now."

"You know my name?" Leon was surprised, but then he thought about it and realized that the other person was a wizard. Although he was young, this was probably the magical ability that wizards possessed.

"Huh? You really are called Lyon?" Owen was also taken aback. "Is that Jill over there?"

"I am Jill. Jill Valentine." The beautiful Jill also came over.

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"Is this a real Resident Evil crisis?"

"Do you know a female agent named Ada Wong?" Owen asked Leon with interest.

"Ada Wong?" Leon shook his head. "No, I don't know her."

"Oh, right, you probably didn't even know him at this point."

"By the way, I've never heard of a company called Umbrella?"

"And Alice?" he asked again.

"Well—I'm sure the Alice I know isn't the one you're thinking of. After all, my neighbor's daughter is only four years old," Leon replied.

"That's true, Alice is a very common name, it's normal for anyone to have that name."

Irving smiled.

"It seems like it's just a coincidence, not a Resident Evil incident. I knew it! Umbrella is such a big name, it's been around for over a decade. There's no way I hadn't heard of it."

(End of this chapter)