Spellcasting Gods

Almost everyone who knows Gagson Gore understands what is happening in the office right now.

For a full twenty minutes, when he came out, he exuded an aura of cruelty and tyranny, carrying a bloodstained pair of lace shorts in his hand.

"Gagson! I have an important task for you." Zhang Cheng handed him a piece of parchment covered with addresses and names. "Take a few men and take control of the targets on the list. Do not kill anyone; I need them alive, understand?"

"Understood! It is my honor to serve you." Gao En placed one hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

Chapter 0793 The Button to Destroy the World

In the world of Harry Potter, how vulnerable is an ordinary government that has lost the protection of magical powers?

Just look at the state of the United States now!

This country, which rose to become the world's only superpower after the collapse of the Soviet Union and is the undisputed leader in the fields of economy, military, scientific research, and culture, has now become an object to be manipulated by pure-blooded British wizards.

In the Oval Office of the White House in Washington, D.C., the political heart of the United States, Zhang Cheng sat in the chair that originally belonged to the president, admiring the two black briefcases, each 45 centimeters long, 35 centimeters wide, and 25 centimeters high, placed in front of him, a faint smile on his face.

Clearly, this is none other than the nuclear code briefcase known to the outside world as the "football," containing documents that reveal the number, deployment locations, launch routes, and base lists of all of America's nuclear weapons.

One of the lockboxes was kept by the US president for a long time, while the other was kept by the Secretary of Defense.

Once the launch procedure begins, both sides must retrieve the codes from their briefcases and send them to the operations command center. The communications center then mixes these codes into a new set, which is transmitted level by level to each launch platform via a special communication frequency. Finally, the codes must be verified to ensure they are correct before the launch can proceed.

After all, nuclear weapons are a powerful force capable of erasing human civilization from the face of the earth, and they cannot be used in actual combat casually.

To ensure that the world is not destroyed by some madman or fanatic, every nuclear power has added layers of insurance to the nuclear forces it possesses.

Unless it's truly on the verge of national extinction, it will absolutely not be used lightly.

Unfortunately, no matter how strict the constraints, the final decision always rests with humanity itself.

For wizards, controlling ordinary people is easier than eating and drinking.

In less than five days, almost all of the United States’ stockpiled nuclear warheads had been taken out and secretly sent to the corresponding launch platforms.

Now, with just a single command, the US president, secretary of defense, and top elites, all under the control of the Imperius Curse, will join forces to launch the first and last thermonuclear war in human history.

Of course, before that, Zhang Cheng didn't forget to personally go to the warehouse and take away a lot of high-yield hydrogen bomb warheads that had just been maintained and could be stored for another ten years.

In a sense, he has obtained everything he wanted according to the original plan, and only the last step remains.

Just as he was hesitating whether to destroy the world and leave, or wait until he had watched the love-hate relationship between Voldemort, Dumbledore, and Harry Potter before taking action, Lucius Malfoy suddenly burst in from outside, shouting in alarm, "Something terrible has happened! Dumbledore just rescued the President and the Secretary of Defense from us a few minutes ago!"

"Oh? He really did make a move..." Zhang Cheng picked up his cup and took a small sip of coffee, seemingly not surprised at all.

"Damn it! You're still in the mood for coffee! What will happen to our plans without these two?" Lucius slammed his fist on the table impatiently.

He was already deeply involved, and if the plan failed, the best outcome would be to be imprisoned in Azkaban and spend the rest of his life with Dementors.

“Relax, I had the Polyjuice Potion prepared in advance. Everything Dumbledore did was within my expectations.” Zhang Cheng casually placed the two glass bottles on the table.

Perhaps for ordinary people, losing the president and the defense minister would make it impossible to launch nuclear weapons successfully, but for wizards, it is just a trivial trouble, especially after they have made sufficient preparations.

Staring at the Polyjuice Potion in the bottle, Lucius suddenly realized something and quickly asked, "You...you knew Dumbledore would interfere with our plans?"

Zhang Cheng nodded with a playful expression: "Yes, I know. After all, it would be strange if he didn't take some action after the fall of the Magical Congress of America. But don't worry, his life is coming to an end soon."

"So what do we do next?" Lucius asked, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"It's very simple. Leave half of the people to continue controlling the country's top leadership, and the other half will go to Russia. Remember, you only have a maximum of one week. Regardless of success or failure, the plan will proceed as scheduled after one week. At that time, the entire world will be reborn through the purification of thermonuclear weapons."

"understood!"

……

Meanwhile, far across the ocean in Britain, Voldemort is teaching Harry Potter all sorts of powerful and evil spells.

This "savior," deeply mired in pain and hatred, had long since abandoned his last shred of conscience. He used ordinary people captured from the surrounding areas to practice his spells, and in just over half a month, his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people.

By experiencing killing and death up close, the power of his Death Curse increased day by day, to the point that he could even defeat most Death Eaters in one-on-one duels.

Such an astonishing rate of growth was so impressive that even the Dark Lord couldn't help but give it high praise, let alone the Death Eaters who were beaten into submission.

It goes without saying that Voldemort wanted to groom Harry as his assistant, so that he could give Albus Dumbledore a big surprise in the upcoming final battle.

Meanwhile, back home, Ron continued to send out information he had gathered from his parents through special channels.

The poor souls who joined the Order of the Phoenix were completely unaware that their every move was being closely monitored by the enemy. Even Aberforth had secretly betrayed the organization and was secretly looking for an opportunity to put that magical bracelet on his brother, the purpose of which was unknown.

"Damn it! The world outside is getting worse every day!" Arthur Weasley rubbed his temples and muttered as he dragged his weary body home.

Since being expelled from the British Ministry of Magic, he has lost his source of income and cannot find a job. Life at home is getting harder and harder every day. On top of that, he has to help Dumbledore carry out some dangerous missions, which is overwhelming him.

“Relax, darling, I believe in you, I believe in Dumbledore, we’ll get through this,” Molly quickly reassured her husband.

"Well, let's hope so. The situation isn't good for us right now. Given that the American wizarding world has fallen, Dumbledore issued an emergency summons today, telling us to prepare for all-out war." Arthur sighed helplessly.

"An emergency recall? My God! Has the situation gotten that bad? Should I send the children away first?"

"It's too late! We have to leave tonight! The address is..."

While the Weasleys were intensely discussing emergency measures, they were completely unaware that Ron was watching them from a dark corner around the stairwell, writing down every word and quietly slipping it into an inconspicuous leather bag.

Chapter 0794 The Traitor

Late at night, moisture blown in from the Atlantic by strong sea winds swept across the British Isles, bringing torrential rain and strong winds to this unique country on the edge of Europe.

Standing at the window of a dilapidated house on the outskirts of London, Albus Dumbledore stared expressionlessly at the raindrops pattering against the glass, one hand gripping the Elder Wand tightly from his sleeve.

As a self-proclaimed brilliant sage, he had never been so worried about the future situation.

This time, the Order of the Phoenix, which he established and led, not only had to face dangers from the magical world, but also had to pay close attention to changes in the world government of ordinary people.

No one knows why those unidentified pure-blood wizards stormed the Magical Congress of the United States, nor why they wanted to control the US government.

But one thing is certain: this matter is absolutely enough to trigger vigilance and fear of wizards among governments worldwide. Once exposed, it will instantly intensify the already easing relationship between ordinary people and wizards, and may even trigger a new round of war.

Even in the days when Gellert Grindelwald and Voldemort ran rampant, things were nowhere near as bad as they are now.

To be precise, this is no longer just an internal matter of the magical world, but a huge crisis that threatens the entire world.

"Hey……"

After letting out a soft sigh, Dumbledore turned to the dejected Minerva McGonagall not far away and asked, "So, are all our people here?"

The latter nodded without hesitation: "Yes, everyone's here. Are you sure you want to take them on this adventure? You know, the enemy is many times stronger than us right now. Almost a third of the pure-blood nobles in Britain are on our side."

“There’s no other way! We have to take the risk! Only by taking risks can we achieve victory! To prevent this world from being shrouded in darkness! I understand that many people may be injured or sacrificed this time, but…”

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, a dozen or so masked Death Eaters appeared out of thin air outside the house. The leader was none other than Voldemort, his old friend who had been entangled with him for many years.

Ironically, Harry Potter, whom he had once raised as his "savior," was now standing beside the Dark Lord, his eyes blazing with fury and hatred.

“Damn it! How did they know we were here?” Minerva McGonagall’s pupils suddenly contracted.

It's important to know that to protect the safety of every member of the Order of the Phoenix, everything, from the list to the hiding places, has been enhanced with magical protection.

Before she could even react to what had happened, Aberforth, who had been sitting motionless in the corner, suddenly stood up and fastened a jade bracelet to his brother's wrist.

Click!

moment!

All the jadeite emitted a dazzling light, rapidly generating mysterious magical runes that densely covered Albus's aged skin.

"Aberforth! What are you doing?" Arthur Weasley, who had just rushed down the stairs, shoved him aside and shouted at him.

The others also stood up, drew their wands, and pointed them at Albus's younger brother, their eyes revealing strong vigilance.

“I’m sorry, brother. But I’m willing to do anything for Ariana to live happily, even if it means becoming a despicable traitor…” Aberforth took a deep breath, raised his head, and looked at everyone with a calm gaze.

“Was it…was it you who revealed our location?” Minerva McGonagall seemed to realize something, her voice trembling slightly.

Interestingly, Aberforth shook his head and denied it, saying, "No, I didn't reveal the location of this place to anyone. My task was simply to put that magic bracelet on Albus's wrist, nothing more."

"What?! There's another traitor among us besides you?" Minerva McGonagall felt a chill run down her spine and quickly turned to stare at the others in the house.

She couldn't understand why the Order of the Phoenix, which had always been known for its unity and loyalty, had suddenly produced so many traitors.

A formidable enemy is at hand!

People are filled with fear!

It's safe to say there's nothing worse than this!

In contrast, Dumbledore's reaction was much calmer. After sensing the effects of the bracelet on himself, he quickly stopped Minerva McGonagall from pressing him further about who the traitor was. He frowned and tentatively asked, "You seemed to have mentioned Ariana earlier? Can you tell me what happened? If I remember correctly, our sister died decades ago."

“Ah! Yes! She died! Killed by our folly! But someone resurrected her. Do you know how excited I was when fourteen-year-old Ariana appeared before me?” Aberforth said, tears streaming down his face.

"Resurrected?! Someone has resurrected Ariana!" Dumbledore could no longer remain calm, and his anger boiled over.

Everyone has a forbidden zone in their heart that no one is allowed to touch.

For him, his sister, who died unexpectedly due to his negligence, is the deepest, eternal pain in his heart.

But now, not only are people exposing this pain, but they are also adding insult to injury. Anyone would be so angry that they would lose their mind.

Just as Aberforth opened his mouth as if to say something, the door was suddenly blown to pieces with a loud bang, and Voldemort walked in from the outside with his men.

He first surveyed the members of the Order of the Phoenix in the room, and a sinister smile quickly appeared on his face: "Not bad! They're all here! After tonight, the world will usher in a new chapter."

"You think you've already won?" Dumbledore stepped forward, shielding the others behind him.

"Isn't that so?" Voldemort asked, pursing his lips.

"No! You can't win! As long as there is light and hope in people's hearts, your selfish and evil schemes will surely fail." With that, the old man raised his wand, ready to fight to the death.

Bound by the magic bracelet, he knew he couldn't escape as easily as before. The only thing he could do was to inflict as much damage as possible on the enemy before he died.

Voldemort had clearly seen through Dumbledore's thoughts. A cruel expression appeared on his face as he gently patted Harry Potter's shoulder and whispered, "Go, boy, go and vent the pain and anger in your heart. He is yours today."

"Die, you old bastard! Hellfire!"

With the furious roar of the "Boy Who Lived," the prelude to this final battle finally began.

Whether they were members of the Order of the Phoenix or Death Eaters who followed the Dark Lord, they all sought out their own opponents and began to unleash a variety of powerful attack spells.

In an instant, the sounds of explosions, screams, and shouts shattered the midnight tranquility, echoing above the dilapidated house...

Chapter 0795 Psychological Offense

"Harry! Tell me! Why have you become like this? Have you forgotten that Voldemort was the murderer of your parents?"