Chapter 1035 Lunar Station (1): Witnessing a Miracle

Speaker Tom Riddle feels very bad, especially bad.

The pride deep in his heart would never allow himself to be unable to extinguish this Fierce Fire Curse who did not know who released it.

impossible! Absolutely impossible!

All right……

Old Vodo is a smart person, as a top-notch wizard, he has actually discovered the problem - he seems to have a very poor ability to resist magic like fate.

This seems to be a problem that he should have been aware of since he failed for the first time. It is not about the power of Harry, the so-called savior, or how powerful Lily Potter's inexplicable love magic is. That disgusting prophecy was overcast.

Because of this, he even became a fool who only knows how to laugh and kill.

Wizards are not incapable of fighting against the future described in the prophecy. The future itself is created by people, and everyone is fighting against fate, no matter wizards or Muggles.

The proud Riddle was annoyed to find out that he was actually extremely weak against fate—this was a huge flaw in himself that he had never noticed.

And this shortcoming, he didn't even know where it came from.

Is it because he made too many Horcruxes?

Or was it because he was cursed by Dumbledore after he cursed the Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?

Or maybe it was because he had created too many killings, and the resentment and resentment of those individual spiritual powers were transmitted to fate, so he got the curse of fate?

There were so many possibilities that Voldemort couldn't tell for a while.

Especially when extremely angry.

When he was in a stalemate with the Fierce Flame, members of the Order of the Phoenix actually ran over to help him, and then they called for some unity with those in the Magic Congress to help together?

There is no need for you people to be fake good people at this time!

This simply made his conspiracy go to waste, and all plans fell through!

What's even more hateful is that Bella, who always thought she was an omnipotent god, went to beg Anton, that lunatic, to help her?

It's unbearable!

But he endured it all, and after his Fiendfire collided with this Fiendfire, everything froze. It was as if he was standing on a steep slope against a falling boulder, and if he relaxed a little, he would be crushed to death. It is impossible to advance or retreat.

However, just as he was standing on the big rock, a figure that he hated more and more recently suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Lockhart reports for you!"

"Gentlemen and ladies, please keep your eyes open and look at the magic mirror. Yes, it is here. Merlin's beard is too scary. A terrifying fire is devouring the headquarters building of the Magic Congress!"

"Anton told me that if this special and powerful Fierce Flame cannot be stopped, it will sweep across New York and destroy this city with a population of nearly ten million!"

Lockhart hooked his fingers, and directed the magic mirror floating in front of him to point at himself and Voldemort behind him, "Oh, Mr. Speaker Riddle, do you have any thoughts?"

"Get out!" - Voldemort really wanted to swear this sentence, yes, he should have sweared this sentence through gritted teeth, and then, regardless of the monstrous flames, raised his wand to kill the flower peacock right.

But no!

He finally understood how helpless Dumbledore was when he faced the reporters of those terrible newspapers.

Here is his career, his ambition, everything about him.

He glanced at the members of the Magic Congress around him, and looked at more and more wizards who apparated from a distance to help, and only showed a sad expression for a moment.

"This is our home!"

The proud Dark Lord is no longer the ambitious man who only knows to kill, he has too many things he cares about.

Such a powerful and proud person said such words full of sorrow, which instantly made the eyes of many wizards in America sympathize sour.

Yes, this is our homeland, how can we watch it be destroyed!

"I'm going to cry, really." Lockhart sighed and shook his head, calling the magic mirror to see Fiercefire surging on the building, "Look, everyone..."

Lockhart didn't notice that Voldemort's face behind him became extremely vicious and vicious at the moment, staring so coldly at the back of his head.

Of course, this kind of glaring was only fleeting, and more and more people came here, holding up their wands to fight against the fire that ignited the magic power of fate.

It's a whole new experience.

For Voldemort.

He gradually felt that he was no longer being targeted by Fiendfyre. Never before had so many people stood in front of him to help resist the crisis, making him feel so relaxed.

It seemed as if more and more people were running over to support the boulder—Voldemort could easily escape from it at this point, just leave the boulder to them.

But Voldemort didn't do it, everything in front of him was so wonderful, and his desire to unite people was accomplished in an unexpected way!

Finally, he had enough energy to start paying attention to everything around him.

Muggle sirens resounded in the city, and the surrounding Muggle residents were being evacuated. Those Muggle reporters who tried to get some news were all affected by the 'Muggle Repelling Curse' released nearby.

More and more wizards came here, and the square and streets in front of the headquarters of the Magic Congress were full of people, all holding up their wands to help fight against Fiercefire.

And in the corner of the square with so many people, a few figures seemed particularly abrupt.

Those people surrounded Anton, not knowing what they were arranging. A three-meter-high shuttle passage stood there like a mirror, and many people came in and out through it.

What are they doing?

Lao Fu suddenly became vigilant.

"Quack quack..."

"This is simply a wonderful time, it's a pity not to use it, hurry up!" Anton waved his wand, and placed more magic materials required for ritual magic around, making the final preparations.

"It's a pity, my moon palace just made an empty shell, it was too sudden." Anna said with some regret to her good sister Hannah beside her.

Hannah also seemed a little anxious, "I don't know if the plants I cultivate will work on the moon."

Neville smiled slightly at them, "I think this time going up may not be a one-off, we just need to build a site on it, and we can go up at any time in the future."

"This is not the same!" Hannah turned her head and looked at Neville seriously, "This is our first time landing on the moon, it is enough to be recorded, and every detail is worth remembering."

"It seems to be starting!" George said excitedly to everyone.

"We've been ready for a long time!" Fred was carrying a suitcase with a funny serious expression on his face.

In fact, it is not clear whether the magical animals prepared by their twins have any effect. What they meant by being ready was that they ran back to take a shower at such a tense moment, put on the most handsome wizard robes, and used the 'Hair Ion Curse' to give themselves a handsome hairstyle.

At that time, if Lockhart hadn't taken pictures of the two brothers handsomely, and couldn't get in front of Percy who left them, he would definitely use a lot of spoof toys to deal with this flower peacock!

Yes, George and Fred were particularly concerned that Percy hadn't stayed at the cabin! How stupid to go to the Ministry of Magic to be the director of some Muggle information collection office for Fudge!

At this moment, an oversized crucible that looked like a pool was ready, filled with some weird powder that looked a bit like 'floo powder', and there was a small round altar next to the crucible of the pool.

Under the watchful eyes of the Navigator members, Anton walked up slowly with a solemn expression.

Anton has always been like this, no matter how smiling he usually is, when facing magic, he has a piety, solemnity, and fanaticism that everyone can hardly imagine.

"First, some weather spells."

He waved the magic wand in his hand lightly, pointed it at the sky gracefully and slowly lifted it up, as if he wanted to lift a curtain on the sky.

As his magic wand slid upwards, as if adjusting the brightness of a mobile phone screen, the whole world began to darken, and a quiet and ethereal magic rhythm slowly emerged from everyone's heart.

The cold and mottled illusory moon slowly emerged from the clouds, as if it had been hanging in the sky.

The moonlight filled the air, the breeze was gentle, and unknown bugs began to chirp in the dark corners of the city.

Even though weather spells are so common in the wizarding world, such casting still attracts the exclamation of countless people.

The wand in Anton's hand pointed in the direction of the headquarters building of the Magic Congress, and the magic materials of ritual magic arranged around him suddenly floated.

Thousands of surrounding candles suddenly ignited an arm-long high flame, the flame was filled with smoke, and the light and shadow became mottled.

"Lockhart!" Anton greeted softly.

Lockhart, who was standing beside Voldemort, nodded to Anton, and said to the magic mirror with a serious expression, "Yes, as I just said, we specially used magic to make the magic mirror vibrate to remind everyone that there is something special. The news is not just to report the Fiendfire at the headquarters of the Magical Congress of the United States of America."

"We have always been very strict about everyone's initiative to use the magic mirror after purchasing it. This time we launched this special notification plan to allow all audiences around the world to participate in this great magic."

He grabbed the magic mirror floating in front of him, pointed the camera firmly at himself and Fiendfire behind him, "Please follow my gaze, next, we will witness a miracle!"

As he spoke, he slowly walked towards Anton step by step.

As he walked, Fiercefire spewed out from the Magic Congress Building, as if guided by something, it turned into a huge fire snake, swooped down from dozens of floors, and continued behind Lockhart mid-air.

As Lockhart walked, the flame spread forward little by little.

Everyone in the square was stunned. Everyone watched this sudden change in astonishment, not knowing what happened.

"What exactly is Anton going to do?" Lao Fu's face was full of doubts at the moment.

Professor McGonagall looked at Lupine suspiciously, and Lupine just shook his head at her.

He has been busy recently with the Order of the Phoenix, Pedro's factory, and the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures. With so many things, he has been so busy that he doesn't even have the energy to play with his wife, let alone pay attention to what Anton is doing. what.