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Chapter 228: Chapter 228

Hydra Underground Base

In a conference room deep within the base, a middle-aged man looked at the screen in front of him with wild eyes. To be precise, he was focused on Alexander Pierce, who appeared on the screen.

"Chief, we have detected that the Wizard Professor has entered the base and can initiate an attack at any time."

"Okay, Ronnie, this mission is entrusted to you. Remember, try to gather as much information as possible about the Wizard Professor's methods. The more we know, the better prepared we'll be."

"Order will come to the whole world."

After hearing what leader Pierce said, Ronnie, the head of the Hydra underground base, looked serious, saluted Pierce with a snap, and shouted loudly, "Hail Hydra!"

"Hail Hydra!" Pierce replied in a deep voice.

Immediately, Pierce reminded Ronnie, "Don't forget to check everyone's status afterward to ensure no information is leaked."

"Understood, leader. Everything has been arranged, and no information related to Hydra will be leaked," Ronnie said solemnly.

"Good, Ronnie. Proceed with the mission." With that, Pierce nodded to Ronnie, the screen went black, and the call ended.

After the call, Ronnie took out a transparent bottle from his pocket and shook a few white pills inside it.

Then, he poured one into his palm, his eyes showing a fervent determination.

He knew he would die this time.

But he was willing—all for order, all for the new world. Hail Hydra!

With a snap, he tossed the pill into his mouth, swallowed it, and muttered softly, "Darkness, Dawn, Order, Furnace."

It was as if he were using some kind of activation phrase.

After finishing the words, Ronnie's face began to change. His originally serious and solemn expression transformed into a blank look, as if he had lost consciousness, and then settled into one of fanatical determination.

At some point, the screen in front of him lit up again, displaying an image of Gilderoy Lockhart.

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter!

Lockhart, who had just been flying above to observe the underground base, suddenly heard a slight noise from below.

Immediately afterward, a barrage of bullets was fired from concealed machine guns on the ground.

Almost instantly, a pale golden defensive shield automatically appeared in front of Lockhart, blocking all the bullets.

Seeing this, Lockhart was not angry.

He stretched out his wand and drew an arc gracefully. The next moment, a blue flame suddenly emerged from the tip of the wand, surrounding Lockhart and forming a circle of blue flames.

Then the flames on the ring fell onto the grass on the flat ground like raindrops.

With a bang, the blue flames suddenly exploded and expanded rapidly.

Protego Diabolica!

In a matter of seconds, everything within a radius of hundreds of meters was ignited with blue fire, turning into a sea of flames.

What was strange was that there was almost no heatwave passing by, as if the blue fire was illusory.

However, when the fierce fire spread to the machine gun on the ground, it instantly melted into molten iron, as if it were being consumed by high-intensity flames.

Looking at the scene before him, Lockhart nodded slightly and slowly lowered his body.

The blue sea of fire on the ground seemed to have intelligence, actively leaving a circular open space for Lockhart.

Coulson, who saw this scene through a telescope from a distance, subconsciously bit his lips and looked solemn.

He saw that in almost less than a second, the blue flames had passed by, burning the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters white, with even a faint glimpse of crystal-clear glass, likely formed by the melting of sand at high temperatures.

At this moment, Lockhart walked step by step, sensing the life forces underground.

His pace was slow, almost leisurely, as if he were savoring how his prey struggled to survive.

At the same time, some black dots appeared in the sky in the distance, quickly returning to Lockhart—just like the previous missiles.

As his thoughts turned, the fire that had spread over hundreds of meters expanded instantly.

In the next moment, among the flames, several powerful bird-like magical creatures composed of fire appeared instantly—Thunderbirds!

Phew!

A cry that resounded through the sky emerged, and the Thunderbirds composed of fire flew quickly toward the incoming missiles, seemingly moving even faster than the missiles themselves.

But Lockhart, as if he didn't care at all, continued to walk forward step by step.

With every step he took, the sea of fire opened a path for him, as if welcoming its master.

As for Coulson, after seeing the missiles in the distance, his expression changed, and he quickly shouted, "Evacuate, be careful!"

"Missiles incoming!"

Coulson was very clear about the missile's attack range. Even if the target was Lockhart, their current position would still be greatly affected. If they weren't careful, they could be in mortal danger.

However, in the blink of an eye, he saw several huge blue birds rise into the sky and fly toward the missiles.

At the same time, the cry of the Thunderbird echoed through the air.

Coulson raised the telescope in his hand and watched as the Thunderbirds flapped their wings and sped toward the missiles. Soon, he saw the moment when the missiles and the Thunderbirds collided.

Phew!

The Thunderbird roared loudly and slightly opened its mouth as if it were going to swallow the missile.

Indeed, when the two collided, the fire from the Thunderbird's body spread directly to the missile. Almost instantly, the missile turned into molten iron, evaporating and disappearing.

What Coulson saw was the Thunderbird opening its mouth to swallow the missile; then the missile disappeared, and the Thunderbird began to fly back toward the sea of fire, as if returning home.

Lockhart sensed this scene and smiled slightly.

Protego Diabolica, as one of the top spells in the Harry Potter world, naturally has its unique qualities.

Its never-extinguishing high temperature is one of its most basic functions.

The most powerful aspect is that Protego Diabolica becomes more intelligent as the fire spreads.

Like the Thunderbirds at this moment, they followed Lockhart's command, attacking the missiles without needing Lockhart's direct control.

The sea of fire formed by Protego Diabolica is simple and easy to communicate with, and the fire will actively open a path for him with little control needed.

Protego Diabolica can even melt people or things he targets while leaving specific others unharmed.

Grindelwald used it to distinguish between enemies and allies.

Enemies who passed through the fire would melt instantly, while allies and those who shared his ideals would remain unscathed.

Of course, the corresponding side effect of Protego Diabolica is that after it gains sentience, if its caster isn't strong enough, it might resist or even backfire on its master.

Like a living being that desires freedom.

After all, except for its master, who can cancel Protego Diabolica at will, it is extremely difficult for others to suppress or even destroy it.

But for Lockhart, this was not an issue when he was willing to use it.

Soon, Lockhart came to a clearing and stopped. In his perception, there was a significant amount of life underground, radiating emotions full of fear.

 

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Chapter 229: Chapter 229

Hydra Underground Base

At this moment, Ronnie, the director of the Hydra base, looked at the satellite observation screen in front of him with an expressionless face.

All the monitoring equipment outside the base had been destroyed, leaving the enemy observable only through satellite feeds.

He watched as the missiles were obliterated, and all the weapons outside the base were reduced to scrap.

Ronnie's heart remained eerily calm, as if frozen, devoid of fear, with only one thought dominating his mind:

Kill him. Kill him.

Use any means necessary to kill the Wizard Professor.

"No. 58, release the gas. Wait for the Wizard Professor to enter, and be ready to self-destruct the base at any moment."

"Understood. Gas is being released, and the system is ready for self-destruction," No. 58, the simple artificial intelligence of the base system, replied in a mechanical, cold voice.

Meanwhile, Lockhart was keenly sensing the aura of fear emanating from the life forms below.

Without hesitation, he descended into the base.

He was fully aware that it was probably a trap, but he wasn't foolish.

In an instant, with Lockhart at the center, the surrounding fierce fire expanded rapidly, and the temperature soared, melting all the sand on the ground into glass, which then turned into liquid and gas.

Hundreds of meters of flat land nearby were forcibly scorched, causing the terrain to sink visibly.

It was like a meteorite impact, except the surface was smooth, like glass.

As the fire continued to melt the surrounding soil and sand, the earth and rocks vanished, revealing the steel structure of the underground base.

But in an instant, the steel turned into molten iron, exposing a large number of Hydra agents below.

Lockhart, floating in mid-air, looked down at these agents, sensing their emotions shift from fear to fanaticism.

He gained a deeper understanding of Hydra's methods.

With a mere thought, Protego Diabolica quickly penetrated the base, enveloping the Hydra agents below in a flash. They didn't feel any pain.

Because as the fire swept through them, they were vaporized before they had time to react, leaving not even a bone behind.

Lockhart, still floating in mid-air, closed his eyes slightly, extending his hands to direct the fire deeper into the base.

He destroyed every life he encountered, turning them into gas.

Simultaneously, he commanded Protego Diabolica to avoid burning certain machinery around him—these might be useful later.

Suddenly, Lockhart's heart raced, his instincts frantically warning him.

Reacting swiftly, Lockhart waved his wand, channeling magic power into it.

A pure white ray shot from the tip of the wand toward the ground, creating a pure white frozen landscape that spread rapidly.

Magic—The Frozen World!

Click! Click! Click!

Almost instantly, the fierce fire on the nearby ground vanished, replaced by a thick layer of ice and a cold atmosphere.

The cold air continued to spread into the cave below, enveloping all the surrounding walls, machinery, and objects at a visible speed.

In less than 10 seconds, under the infusion of Lockhart's vast magical power, the entire underground base was frozen.

A large number of people and objects were encased in ice.

Feeling the end of his instinctive warning, Lockhart sighed in relief.

The direct warning just now reminded him of the possibility of the base's self-destruction. After all, such things are not uncommon.

In every movie, there seems to be at least one such scene.

Therefore, he immediately froze everything, and through the guidance of magic, disabled all the machines and technology below.

If the base really did explode, he would have no choice but to escape.

But if he escaped, the effectiveness of this demonstration would obviously decrease.

This time, his actions were primarily intended as a warning to others.

He doesn't want to flee; he never backs down in a head-on fight. He strikes decisively when it's time and never hesitates.

While contemplating, Lockhart glanced at the frozen ground below and the remaining fire, a slight smile curling the corners of his mouth.

Then, looking toward Coulson in the distance, Lockhart waved his wand, sending a pale white ball of information light swiftly toward Coulson.

The information contained in the light ball was some of the data Lockhart had just extracted from the Hydra agents.

Since Hydra had prepared measures in advance to mislead him, he would let things unfold naturally.

With that in mind, Lockhart flicked his wand, opening a portal directly back to his home.

It's time to conclude this matter and attend to his own business. The people at Kamar-Taj had been making quite a few moves recently.

"Sir, we've detected a massive amount of heat, and the underground base is about to explode!"

Coulson heard the shouts of his agents through his earpiece, his expression tensing as he glanced at Professor Lockhart not far away.

The base's self-destruction might not have much impact on them, but for Lockhart in the middle of it all, that was another matter.

However, the next moment, the agent shouted loudly, "Sir, the self-destruction has stopped, and there's a lot of cold air above the base."

Even without the agent's reminder, Coulson could already feel the cold air approaching, subconsciously tightening his body.

Yet his eyes were filled with astonishment. It was autumn—how could there be such intense cold?

He didn't need to think hard to realize it was the wizard professor's countermeasure to stop the base's self-destruction.

Upon further reflection, Coulson thought about the implications: if the Wizard Professor were their enemy in the future, missiles would be ineffective, and even a bomb explosion wouldn't help.

This was deeply worrying, although currently, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the professor had a friendly trade relationship.

But Coulson hadn't forgotten that his director had always viewed the professor as a potential adversary, constantly devising various strategies to limit his capabilities.

This left Coulson feeling somewhat helpless.

There was no choice—as a special agent organization, they had to prepare for any scenario.

Even if a nuclear bomb went off, aliens invaded, or zombies from movies started roaming the streets, or robots waged war, the director had asked them to draft corresponding plans.

It could be said that his director, Nick Fury, had a crisis sense ingrained in his bones.

It seemed that without a plan to address every possible crisis, he couldn't feel secure.

After a while, Coulson suddenly noticed a ball of light flying toward him.

Before he could react, the light ball sank into his forehead.

Immediately, a flood of information filled his mind. After processing it, a bitter smile crept across Coulson's face.

What kind of organization is Black Snake?

Why had he never heard of it, and how was it connected to the military?

After a moment's thought, Coulson nodded helplessly and prepared to return and report to the director.

Then, he called his agents to continue collecting data.

This was the first time that the Wizard Professor had taken action in front of him, leaving so many traces. If he didn't gather them properly, the director would definitely reprimand him.

However, as the data continued to be collected and he saw the analysis of the blue flames and cold air, Coulson's expression grew increasingly serious.

 

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