Chapitre 18: Chapter 18: Infiltration
The following night, cloaked in darkness, the group set out for the Templars' stronghold. Using the map Harry had discovered in the vault, they navigated through the trees, their hearts racing with anticipation and fear.
As they approached the encampment, the sounds of laughter and low voices echoed through the clearing. The Templars had set up camp, unaware of the impending threat.
"Stay low and move quietly," Marcus instructed, leading the way. The shadows became their allies, enveloping them as they maneuvered closer to the heart of the stronghold.
With careful precision, they moved from tree to tree, the flickering torchlight casting shadows across the ground. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Harry's pulse quickened. This was it — the moment they would fight back against the darkness that had haunted his family for generations.
Once they reached the edge of the camp, Marcus gestured for them to halt. He pointed to a large tent at the center of the encampment, its entrance flanked by guards. "That tent contains vital information — their plans, strategies, possibly even the identities of their leaders."
"Let me handle the guards," Linnea whispered, her expression resolute. "I can create a diversion."
Before they could respond, Linnea slipped into the shadows, her form blending seamlessly with the night. Moments later, she reappeared near the entrance, flicking her wand discreetly. The sound of rustling and shouts erupted from the opposite side of the camp, drawing the guards' attention.
"Now!" Marcus commanded, and the group sprang into action, dashing toward the tent.
Harry's heart raced as they slipped inside, the dimly lit space filled with maps, scrolls, and artifacts. He quickly scanned the room, searching for anything that might lead them to the Templars' plans.
"Over here!" Hermione called, pointing to a large scroll spread across a table.
Harry rushed to her side, his eyes widening as he read the contents. "They're planning an attack on Hogwarts… and the Ministry."
"Not if we can stop them," Marcus said, scanning the room. "We need to gather this information and get out."
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed outside the tent. Harry's instincts flared, and he quickly turned to the group. "We have to move — now!"
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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