thefictionvixens Chapter 185 Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill
Chapter 185 Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill
Chapter 186 (4.3k long chapter) Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill
Picking up where we left off, the scarred man first helped a thief in an invisibility cloak escape, and then he saw the witch named Bella get away. He was truly filled with rage, his evil flames burning brightly.
This nameless fire burned so fiercely that the clouds trembled in the heavens and the stars turned cold.
He immediately drew his knife and pressed the tip of the ice blade against the chin of a Death Eater. The light of the blade reflected in the moonlight, making the man's face appear pale and bluish.
"You bunch of birds, what are you up to here tonight!"
The Death Eater had witnessed him slashing heads as easily as cutting melons, and now seven-tenths of his soul had already flown away.
The instructor, startled by the blade, hastily craned his neck like a crane's, his teeth chattering as he said:
"I...I don't know. Bellatrix approached me, wanting us to create chaos tonight—"
Before the words were even finished, there was a "snap" sound, and the head had already been separated from the neck, rolling around in the grass.
Hot blood gushed from his neck, staining the crescent moon scarlet.
The remaining Death Eaters, seeing this, were terrified and screamed, pushing and shoving each other, huddling together, their boots scraping against the weeds as they shivered and retreated.
"Died again!"
"Mr. Potter! Can't we just sit down and talk this over calmly?"
"I really am a descendant of the Holy Race, I'm not kidding!"
Those Death Eaters were terrified out of their wits by Harry's ruthless methods.
Some pleaded and begged for mercy, while others hastily tore off their face masks, revealing their own faces, hoping he would recognize their noble lineage and spare their lives.
Blake, who was watching from the sidelines, glanced at the several cooked faces and saw that they were all disciples of the Twenty-Eight Holy Clans. He couldn't help but frown.
He quickly moved closer to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Harry, there are indeed some pure-blood nobles among these guys."
"Killing them all would cause some trouble."
Upon hearing this, Harry sneered, "Excellent! This saves me a lot of trouble and prevents me from having to go door to door and wipe out their entire families later!"
Blake's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelids twitched wildly.
Weren't we talking about dealing with these Death Eaters? How did it turn into talking about killing entire families?
He was about to try to persuade him again, but Harry, without giving him a chance to explain, grabbed another Death Eater and asked in a sinister tone:
"Who exactly is that bird, hiding its head and tail beneath its cloak of invisibility?"
"I...I really don't know! He's never let us see his face!"
"Snap!"
"You tell me, you scoundrel! How did Bellatrix escape from Azkaban?!"
"I know! I really know! She, she drove away the Dementors with the Patronus Charm!"
"You son of a bitch! How dare you try to fool me with such empty words! Do you think your Grandpa Potter is so easily fooled?!"
"Snap!"
Harry asked five questions in a row, and five heads fell to the ground one after another.
Seeing that this group of people were all clueless fools, Harry's patience had long since worn off.
His face was contorted with grotesque features, resembling a demon crawling out of the deepest hell.
His teeth were clenched so tightly they were making a grinding sound, almost as if they were about to break.
"You know nothing about this, you know nothing about that! What use are your lives to me!"
His face was fierce, even more so than Bellatrix's. Those Death Eaters were mostly good-for-nothings; they had never seen such a menacing aura.
Several men, already emboldened, had wet crotches and their legs gave way, causing them to collapse to their knees with a thud.
"Mr. Potter! Please! Please spare my life!"
"I! I can be your inside man!"
"I'm willing to help you identify the Death Eaters! I know the Dark Lord's secret!"
Seeing the group of people at his feet kowtowing like pounding garlic, their appearance utterly servile, Harry managed to utter only two words through gritted teeth.
"He deserves to die!"
Having said that, the monk's knife swept across the area.
All that could be heard was the whistling of the wind, and more than a dozen heads flew up at once, splattering like a rain of blood.
The heads spun freely in mid-air, then rolled back into a heap, forming a small mound resembling a pyramid. A foul stench filled the air, obscuring the starlight and moonlight.
Hermione, though a seasoned warrior, had never witnessed such carnage. She felt as if her internal organs were being churned and a thousand claws were scratching at her heart.
Unable to hold it in any longer, she bent over and vomited, bringing up bile.
Even a tough guy like Blake couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine when he saw this pile of bloody heads.
Hermione vomited for a moment, and when she came to her senses, seeing that Ron looked normal, she couldn't help but ask in surprise:
"Ron? Are you alright? When did your resilience become so high?"
Ron, recalling events from a thousand years ago, shook his head and sighed:
"It's alright, it was just a dozen or so people who got their heads chopped off."
"You have no idea how terrifying that village was, which was wiped out by Voldemort a thousand years ago."
Hermione heard this but remained silent, only tightening her lips.
Just then, a whooshing sound was heard in mid-air, and twenty or thirty wizards on brooms plummeted down, surrounding Harry and the others, each pulling out their wands.
Just as the incantation was about to be uttered, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out!
"Wait! Stop it! That's Harry!"
Do you think it was Scrinker, the Auror's office director, who shouted that?
Upon seeing Harry's terrifying appearance, as if he had crawled out of a pool of blood, he frantically shouted in alarm.
"Go and fetch the doctor! Take Harry to St. Mungo's!"
Harry calmly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice like the clang of metal, "Brother, do not be alarmed! I am unharmed, merely stained with the blood of some bandits!"
He then stepped aside to reveal the mound of heads behind him, saying, "These Death Eater heads are a perfect gift for you, brother."
The Ao Luo looked closely and saw: a dozen or so heads stacked on top of each other, the iron-faced armor still looking ferocious; black blood gushed from the severed necks, glistening bluish-purple in the moonlight.
The one at the very top, without a mask, had white pupils, tangled dry hair, and attracted buzzing flies and insects wherever the foul wind passed.
Upon seeing this mountain of flesh and blood, the Aurors felt their stomachs churning violently.
Several "whoosh" sounds were heard, and seven or eight people rushed out, covering their mouths, their clothes splattered with yellow and white filth.
Scrimgeour seemed to have been doused with ice water in the dead of winter; his hair stood on end, and he said in a trembling voice:
"You...you killed him?!"
"You killed all those Death Eaters?!"
Before Harry could reply, a flurry of footsteps suddenly arose outside the camp.
Just then, Fudge led dozens of officials in a hurry, their robes billowing and dust flying.
The Weasleys hurried ahead, leading the way, while Naruto waved his gold-trimmed top hat and shouted excitedly.
"Is Harry still alive?!"
"Let me see where Harry is!"
He yelled incoherently and crashed headfirst into the circle of people formed by the Aurors.
When those beady green eyes caught sight of the mound of Jingguan, she let out a choked "uh," and her legs seemed to have lost all their strength, causing her to collapse limply into Scrinker's arms.
Harry raised his hand to wipe the congealed blood from his face, a cold glint in his eyes.
"I'm still alive and kicking, haven't I disappointed the Director?"
These words struck him like a thunderbolt, and Ludo immediately straightened his back, shaking his head more vigorously than a rattle-drum.
No! Absolutely not!
"I was just worried about you!"
The Weasleys rushed forward and, upon seeing the mound of human heads, both staggered half a step.
Molly clenched her teeth, pressing her lips together to a thin line of pale white, and disregarding Harry's blood-soaked body, she opened her arms and pulled him into her embrace.
"Don't say anything... Harry, come with me..."
She grabbed Harry's sleeve and was about to turn and leave when she saw Fudge standing there, his face dark, blocking her way like a barrel.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, this place is now under the control of the Ministry of Magic."
"No one is allowed to leave until the matter is fully investigated."
Molly's eyes widened instantly. She pulled Harry behind her like a mother hen protecting her chicks, staring directly into Fudge's eyes without fear.
"Minister, I hope you understand one thing: Harry is a victim! These Death Eaters are all after him!"
"I can testify for him!"
Fudge glanced at the mound of skulls, his expression hardening even further. He swallowed hard after a long pause, then said in a low voice:
"Whether Mr. Potter was a victim or a perpetrator is debatable."
Harry sneered, "What a muddle-headed official! Instead of helping the suffering Muggles and investigating the Death Eaters' true identities, you're doubting your own grandfather!"
"I see you've long since joined forces with these Death Eaters, becoming Voldemort's accomplice!"
These words were like a thunderclap from the heavens, causing everyone present to tremble with fear.
Fuchi's noodles swelled up like pig liver, his chest heaved violently, and he shouted sharply:
"Harry James Potter! I'm warning you! You must be held accountable for your words!"
Harry flew into a rage, jumped up, and yelled, "Take responsibility! Take responsibility my ass!"
"If your Ministry of Magic were truly committed to taking responsibility, where would this birdman who colluded with the Death Eaters come from!"
"Produce the evidence, Mr. Potter."
Barty Crouch strode forward and said in a deep voice, "Everything you say next will be used against you in court."
Fudge chimed in, "That's right! That's exactly what Mr. Crouch meant!"
Upon hearing the name "Crouch," Harry's blue eyes flashed with a cold light, like a sword being drawn from its sheath.
He stepped forward and shouted, "You're Crouch?"
"That's right, that's me." Crouch's official robes fluttered in the wind. "Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation."
"Ha! You son of a bitch! I've been looking for you!"
Harry leaped forward, grabbed Crouch by the collar, and yelled:
"You old, despicable scoundrel! You're crying 'stop thief' here! Do you really think you're hiding from those Death Eaters?!"
"I personally witnessed your pet elf rescue that scoundrel from under the Invisibility Cloak!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent; everyone froze in place, not uttering a single word.
Ludo was stunned for a moment before cautiously saying:
"Harry? I think there's some misunderstanding here. How could Mr. Crouch possibly have anything to do with Death Eaters?"
"You may not know what happened back then—he personally sent his Death Eater son to Azkaban."
Harry didn't turn around; his blue eyes were fixed on Crouch's face as he sneered:
"What? You dare to claim that this old man is definitely not a Death Eater?"
"Judging from his actions, it's like he's cutting off his own tail to save his own life! He's sacrificing his own son just to cover up his shady dealings!"
Harry's words were unequivocally assertive, each one piercing to the heart. Everyone fell silent, not daring to utter a sound, only stealing glances.
Crouch remained silent for a long while, then suddenly raised his arm, snapped his fingers, and shouted:
"Glass! Come out!"
All was quiet, and the house-elf who had saved him a seat was nowhere to be seen.
Crouch persisted, calling out several times, but there was still no response.
Harry's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he roared, "You murderous scoundrel! What do you have to say for yourself now?!"
"That can only mean that the house-elves betrayed me," Crouch said in a shadowy voice. "I have never colluded with the Death Eaters."
Harry gritted his teeth in fury and said, "Whether it's an affair or not, let's see how many times I stab you, and then we'll know!"
Just as the two were about to clash, something unexpected happened to someone on the side.
Just as Scrinje was bending down to examine the mound of human heads, he suddenly felt as if struck by lightning, staggered back two steps, and cried out in shock and anger:
"Among these people are eleven pure-blooded nobles!"
These words struck like a thunderbolt from the sky. Fudge and Crouch turned ashen-faced, no longer caring about arguing with Harry.
The two rushed to the front of the mound of heads, cautiously peering at the pile of heads with their masks removed.
"This...this belongs to Avery's family?"
"That belongs to the Nott family."
"Selwyn?!"
"Roll!"
With each Sacrament family name he recognized, Fudge's face paled a little.
After identifying all the items, he was already drenched in cold sweat and had to press both hands on his cane to barely stand.
"They're all dead...they were all killed..."
He muttered to himself for a while before finally coming to his senses, and shouted sharply:
"Suppress the news!"
"Block the news! Block the news about what?!"
Before Fudge could finish speaking, a sweet, cloying voice suddenly came from outside the camp, as sweet as honey mixed with oil, making people feel uncomfortable.
Everyone turned to look, and saw that the newcomer was none other than Rita Skeeter, a reporter from the Daily Prophet.
Fudge felt a buzzing in his head and shouted urgently, "Stop her!"
Three or five Aurors, upon receiving the order, hurriedly stepped forward to stop them.
Seeing this spectacle, Narita knew there must be a great secret at play, and her face flushed red with excitement.
Seeing the Aurors closing in, she suddenly ripped open the buttons on her chest and screamed:
"This is a sex crime!"
"The Aurors from the Ministry of Magic are targeting me!"
"Oh my god! All ten of them are coming at once!"
These words were so vicious that the Aurors, as if avoiding a snake or scorpion, hurriedly scattered and dared not approach again.
Rita seized the opportunity to slip into the crowd, and upon seeing the mound of human heads, she was first stunned, and then, just like Ludo before her, her whole body went limp and she slumped into the photographer's arms.
The photographer, however, disregarded her life or death, focusing instead on taking pictures of the Jingguan (a mound of dead bodies) and Harry, whose face was covered in blood, beside him.
"That's enough, stop filming!"
At this moment, two female Aurors arrived, first taking away the photographer's camera, then grabbing Rita's arms on either side and trying to drag her away.
The woman came to her senses, and while struggling, she stared intently at Harry and shouted:
"Mr. Potter! Did you kill those Death Eaters?!"
"Why did you use such cruel methods! Don't you think they have families too?"
"Don't you, as the savior, have any compassion for others?!"
She was determined to get a huge answer out of Harry, but instead, her words offended him.
The scarred man merely flicked his wand, and Rita was sent flying. He spread his five fingers, clamping them around the man's neck, dragged him to the pile of corpses, and said coldly:
"These thieving scoundrels harmed my parents and wreaked havoc on the world. Do they even deserve to be called human? Do they deserve to be compassionate?"
Rita's gasps for breath caught in her throat, and her eyes suddenly popped out, as if they were about to burst out of their sockets.
"I'm...sorry...Potter..."
Seeing Rita's life hanging in the balance, Fudge roared in fury, "Enough! Potter! How many more innocent people do you want to kill?!"
"Do you even realize the enormity of the consequences of killing these pure-blooded nobles?!"
"You're going to Azkaban!"
Harry, with Rita pinned in his hand and glaring at Fudge, roared, "Do you think I'm some kind of cowardly bird who clings to life?!"
"Heaven creates all things to nourish humankind, yet humankind has done no good deed to repay Heaven!"
"The disloyal deserve to be killed! The unfilial deserve to be killed!"
"The wicked say he should be killed! The unjust say he should be killed!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"
(End of this chapter)