He had created such a massive chaos, and within a few minutes, a large number of employees from the Ministry of Magic would swarm here to erase the memories of those muggles who were shocked by their worldview, as well as fix the damage caused by Bryan, so he didn't have much time to spare. After scanning the houses on both sides, he made sure that there were no muggles inside, and a thin layer of light like cicada wings wrapped around Bryan's body.
Crack!
Just like dealing with the notebook Horcrux of Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets, Bryan's radiant hand directly pierced into the space concealed by the curse. He was like squeezing through a tight gap between two bars of an iron gate, inch by inch, forcing his way in. Half a minute later, his body completely vanished into the air.
Similar to the magical space inside the Horcrux, the magical plane equivalent to the high-dimensional space was immense and limitless, except that there was no evil magic that made people nauseated inside the Horcrux.
Breaking through the outermost space barrier, Bryan stood in the void, staring at the five-story building that seemed to float in the surging river of space, and the iron net constructed by bronze chains of varying thicknesses that blocked him in front of him, his face solemn and alert.
To look at it from a conventional perspective, this house was not far from Bryan. In the outside world, it would take no more than half a minute to reach it, but Bryan knew that it would not be so easy. In the realm of space, it seemed that it was only a step away, but in reality, they might be thousands of miles apart or even unreachable by normal means.
Just like earlier this year, when Bryan dealt with the memories in the bottle that night, he completely isolated his office from the space where Hogwarts was located and banished it to the space. If you didn't know the specific spatial coordinates of the office, then even Dumbledore might have to spend decades trying to break into his office.
And the same was true for the old house in front of him.
As for the main body of this chain net, it was actually the defensive spells and curses added by the heads of the Black family for their ancestral house. These curses were powerful and ancient, interdependent and mutually restrictive, and it was hard to dissect them one by one from the intertwined relationship.
"The heritage of the pure-blood family is indeed extraordinary, this house is really good!"
Bryan nodded in admiration, but his mood was not very good.
The Black House was protected by such powerful and complex means. In just a few minutes, Bryan wanted to break through these barriers, which was a tough thing to do.
After a moment of thought, Bryan stepped forward and stood in front of the curse net, quietly scrutinizing it.
Admittedly, Bryan, who did not know the building coordinates, could not approach the Black House, but the chain net in front of him was not something that Bryan could not handle, or even very simple.
Because these curses could be traced back to hundreds of years ago at the earliest, a considerable part of them had become ineffective, and moreover, due to the uneven magical level of the Black family's heads of generations, many of the later added magic not only failed to enhance the protection, but instead disrupted the operation of those ancient curses, so they could be destroyed by the simplest violent means.
The only existing problem was that, with such dense magical nodes connected together, once Bryan started to break out of the barrier, it was very likely to cause the defense network of the Black House to fall into a systemic collapse, and once such a bad situation occurred, Bryan could easily escape, but the fate of this old house might not be very bright.
The old house was doomed to be destroyed, either by the violent explosion caused by the sudden chaos of magic that engulfed this space, or by the complete banishment to an unknown dimension, where the people trapped inside would never be able to return to the normal world, and the people in the normal world would never be able to find this hidden mansion. The fate of the house was sealed, and so was the fate of the man who lived in it.
If he just wanted to kill Black, Bryan could do it with his bare hands, regardless of whether Black was hiding inside the house or not. For such a ruthless and cold-blooded criminal, he could easily adopt some cruel methods that would rather let hundred escape by mistake than let one go, but Bryan's purpose of pursuing Black was very complicated, and one of the possibilities, well, at least required him to get Black's corpse intact. Staring at the house that was sinking and floating in the turbulent flow of magic, Bryan frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He had to make a decision quickly, before it was too late.
After a long silence, Bryan finally raised his wand, his eyes calm and determined, but just as he was about to break out of the barrier that surrounded the house, Bryan suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction of the entrance door with a look of astonishment. He saw a torrent of flying brooms crossing the edge of the London area and marching into the vast wilderness, where he and the house were located. He recognized the uniforms and badges of the Ministry of Magic's hitmen, who were chasing after a black figure in the air.
"How come so fast?!" Bryan exclaimed, feeling a surge of anger and frustration.
The wind in his face made Kingsley, who was riding on a flying broom, have to shout with all his strength. He squinted his eyes and looked at the "Black" who was showing his class in the dense and dazzling bombardment of curses, and felt more and more wrong in his heart. He had been tracking Black for a long time, and he knew that Black was not a simple opponent, but he had never seen him perform such amazing flying skills before.
"What's wrong, Kingsley, what did you find?" Dawlish's face was iron blue, and even the howling wind could not suppress the gloom in his voice. He was the leader of the hitmen team, and he had received a direct order from Minister Fudge to capture or kill Black at all costs. He had mobilized all the available resources and manpower, and he had followed Black's trail all the way from London to this wilderness, but he still could not catch up with him.
"Black!" Kingsley continued to roar, "I've never heard of him being a Quidditch master, Dawlish, even the genius seeker from Bulgaria can't compete with him in flying skills!"
Many people around heard Kingsley's roar and also understood what Kingsley wanted to express, but no one spoke, even Dawlish didn't answer, because no matter who the guy who was playing with the Ministry of Magic's hitmen like a kite was, they had to catch this guy.
"Damn it!" Tonks, who followed behind Kingsley, yelled in frustration, "If it weren't for Minister Fudge to deduct our two month's bonus, then I would be riding a brand new Nimbus 2001 now, so I would never be left behind by this despicable criminal."
"Then you should thank Minister Fudge, Tonks!" Dawlish raised his broom and flashed past a lonely tree in the wilderness, and said gloomily, "He prevented you from being directly killed by Black!"
Tonks was about to retort something, but suddenly, two figures that appeared in the mid-air in front of Black with a dazzling fire and explosion sound interrupted her words, and also made the broom team that was flying forward suddenly turn and stop. They were shocked and confused by the sudden appearance of these two figures, who seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"Sectumsempra!"
The roar of hatred echoed in the gloomy wilderness under the dark night, and the fierce killing intent made the originally cool air become cold. It was a curse that could cut anything like a sword, and it was aimed at Black casted by one of the two figures, who was a man with a pale and thin face, black hair, and a hooked nose.
"Wait, Severus, we haven't figured it out yet!"
The other figure, who was hanging on one of the claws of a phoenix, was an old man with a long white beard, half-moon glasses, and a purple cloak. He ordered Snape to stop with an unprecedented sharp tone.
But he obviously underestimated Snape's hatred for Black. Snape, who was close at hand, did not stop, but instead pointed his wand more resolutely at Black, who was obviously stunned by their appearance. He wanted to kill Black, once and for all, and he would not let anyone stop him, not even Dumbledore.
Whoosh! Plop!
Like a sharp blade, the curse cut through Black's body like a hot knife through butter, directly dismembering the black cloak-clad Black in mid-air, and the body that was broken into seven or eight pieces scattered under the powerful inertia, falling into a pond in the wilderness.
The deep blue eyes of Dumbledore showed a chilling anger, but when his eyes swept over those 'corpses', the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by surprise.
Dumbledore landed on a small mound with a thud, and Fawkes stayed on his shoulder and made a soft cry of distress.
"Mannequin–"
Looking at the black cloth-wrapped Mannequin with neat cuts at his feet, Snape's shoulders shook violently, and his twisted face twitched with horror and disbelief.
"MANNEQUIN!"
Snape stared at the proud Aurors who were also silent in astonishment and gasped and roared with fury.
"NO, we were fooled!"
The first to come back to his senses, Kingsley immediately shouted at Dumbledore with urgency, "Dumbledore, someone is trying to deliberately lead us away, trying to break into Black's Ancestral house!"
A ray of light flashed across the half-moon glasses on the twisted eagle hook nose, and Dumbledore didn't say a word, and disappeared in the explosion of fire again, leaving behind a trail of smoke.
On the other side, Bryan, who noticed that the fake Black he made with the transformation magic was smashed and Dumbledore and Snape's magic appeared at the same time, He twitched his mouth, and added all the curses he knew that could hide and disguise his breath and magic to himself within a few breaths. Then, he turned around and stepped out of this space and returned to Grimmauld Square!
The dim moonlight was completely covered by the thick clouds, and the dark and dull air was filled with a suffocating pressure.
Albus Dumbledore and Bryan Watson, one on this side of the circular square, and one on the other side of the circular square, looked at each other silently, their eyes locked in a tense standoff.
One after another explosion sounded, and Dumbledore's side and back were quickly filled with figures, but neither the impulsive Snape nor the Ministry of Magic's hitmen moved. They locked their eyes on Bryan in a black robe, suppressing their anger, waiting for Dumbledore's instructions.
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Bryan twitched his mouth again, his eyes only fell on Dumbledore, who seemed doubtful between his eyebrows. After thinking for a while, he tilted his head and smiled evilly, showing his teeth.
"Hehehe"
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He had created such a massive chaos, and within a few minutes, a large number of employees from the Ministry of Magic would swarm here to erase the memories of those muggles who were shocked by their worldview, as well as fix the damage caused by Bryan, so he didn't have much time to spare. After scanning the houses on both sides, he made sure that there were no muggles inside, and a thin layer of light like cicada wings wrapped around Bryan's body.
Crack!
Just like dealing with the notebook Horcrux of Voldemort in the Chamber of Secrets, Bryan's radiant hand directly pierced into the space concealed by the curse. He was like squeezing through a tight gap between two bars of an iron gate, inch by inch, forcing his way in. Half a minute later, his body completely vanished into the air.
Similar to the magical space inside the Horcrux, the magical plane equivalent to the high-dimensional space was immense and limitless, except that there was no evil magic that made people nauseated inside the Horcrux.
Breaking through the outermost space barrier, Bryan stood in the void, staring at the five-story building that seemed to float in the surging river of space, and the iron net constructed by bronze chains of varying thicknesses that blocked him in front of him, his face solemn and alert.
To look at it from a conventional perspective, this house was not far from Bryan. In the outside world, it would take no more than half a minute to reach it, but Bryan knew that it would not be so easy. In the realm of space, it seemed that it was only a step away, but in reality, they might be thousands of miles apart or even unreachable by normal means.
Just like earlier this year, when Bryan dealt with the memories in the bottle that night, he completely isolated his office from the space where Hogwarts was located and banished it to the space. If you didn't know the specific spatial coordinates of the office, then even Dumbledore might have to spend decades trying to break into his office.
And the same was true for the old house in front of him.
As for the main body of this chain net, it was actually the defensive spells and curses added by the heads of the Black family for their ancestral house. These curses were powerful and ancient, interdependent and mutually restrictive, and it was hard to dissect them one by one from the intertwined relationship.
"The heritage of the pure-blood family is indeed extraordinary, this house is really good!"
Bryan nodded in admiration, but his mood was not very good.
The Black House was protected by such powerful and complex means. In just a few minutes, Bryan wanted to break through these barriers, which was a tough thing to do.
After a moment of thought, Bryan stepped forward and stood in front of the curse net, quietly scrutinizing it.
Admittedly, Bryan, who did not know the building coordinates, could not approach the Black House, but the chain net in front of him was not something that Bryan could not handle, or even very simple.
Because these curses could be traced back to hundreds of years ago at the earliest, a considerable part of them had become ineffective, and moreover, due to the uneven magical level of the Black family's heads of generations, many of the later added magic not only failed to enhance the protection, but instead disrupted the operation of those ancient curses, so they could be destroyed by the simplest violent means.
The only existing problem was that, with such dense magical nodes connected together, once Bryan started to break out of the barrier, it was very likely to cause the defense network of the Black House to fall into a systemic collapse, and once such a bad situation occurred, Bryan could easily escape, but the fate of this old house might not be very bright.
The old house was doomed to be destroyed, either by the violent explosion caused by the sudden chaos of magic that engulfed this space, or by the complete banishment to an unknown dimension, where the people trapped inside would never be able to return to the normal world, and the people in the normal world would never be able to find this hidden mansion. The fate of the house was sealed, and so was the fate of the man who lived in it.
If he just wanted to kill Black, Bryan could do it with his bare hands, regardless of whether Black was hiding inside the house or not. For such a ruthless and cold-blooded criminal, he could easily adopt some cruel methods that would rather let hundred escape by mistake than let one go, but Bryan's purpose of pursuing Black was very complicated, and one of the possibilities, well, at least required him to get Black's corpse intact. Staring at the house that was sinking and floating in the turbulent flow of magic, Bryan frowned slightly, weighing the pros and cons in his mind. He had to make a decision quickly, before it was too late.
After a long silence, Bryan finally raised his wand, his eyes calm and determined, but just as he was about to break out of the barrier that surrounded the house, Bryan suddenly turned his head and looked at the direction of the entrance door with a look of astonishment. He saw a torrent of flying brooms crossing the edge of the London area and marching into the vast wilderness, where he and the house were located. He recognized the uniforms and badges of the Ministry of Magic's hitmen, who were chasing after a black figure in the air.
"How come so fast?!" Bryan exclaimed, feeling a surge of anger and frustration.
The wind in his face made Kingsley, who was riding on a flying broom, have to shout with all his strength. He squinted his eyes and looked at the "Black" who was showing his class in the dense and dazzling bombardment of curses, and felt more and more wrong in his heart. He had been tracking Black for a long time, and he knew that Black was not a simple opponent, but he had never seen him perform such amazing flying skills before.
"What's wrong, Kingsley, what did you find?" Dawlish's face was iron blue, and even the howling wind could not suppress the gloom in his voice. He was the leader of the hitmen team, and he had received a direct order from Minister Fudge to capture or kill Black at all costs. He had mobilized all the available resources and manpower, and he had followed Black's trail all the way from London to this wilderness, but he still could not catch up with him.
"Black!" Kingsley continued to roar, "I've never heard of him being a Quidditch master, Dawlish, even the genius seeker from Bulgaria can't compete with him in flying skills!"
Many people around heard Kingsley's roar and also understood what Kingsley wanted to express, but no one spoke, even Dawlish didn't answer, because no matter who the guy who was playing with the Ministry of Magic's hitmen like a kite was, they had to catch this guy.
"Damn it!" Tonks, who followed behind Kingsley, yelled in frustration, "If it weren't for Minister Fudge to deduct our two month's bonus, then I would be riding a brand new Nimbus 2001 now, so I would never be left behind by this despicable criminal."
"Then you should thank Minister Fudge, Tonks!" Dawlish raised his broom and flashed past a lonely tree in the wilderness, and said gloomily, "He prevented you from being directly killed by Black!"
Tonks was about to retort something, but suddenly, two figures that appeared in the mid-air in front of Black with a dazzling fire and explosion sound interrupted her words, and also made the broom team that was flying forward suddenly turn and stop. They were shocked and confused by the sudden appearance of these two figures, who seemed to have come out of nowhere.
"Sectumsempra!"
The roar of hatred echoed in the gloomy wilderness under the dark night, and the fierce killing intent made the originally cool air become cold. It was a curse that could cut anything like a sword, and it was aimed at Black casted by one of the two figures, who was a man with a pale and thin face, black hair, and a hooked nose.
"Wait, Severus, we haven't figured it out yet!"
The other figure, who was hanging on one of the claws of a phoenix, was an old man with a long white beard, half-moon glasses, and a purple cloak. He ordered Snape to stop with an unprecedented sharp tone.
But he obviously underestimated Snape's hatred for Black. Snape, who was close at hand, did not stop, but instead pointed his wand more resolutely at Black, who was obviously stunned by their appearance. He wanted to kill Black, once and for all, and he would not let anyone stop him, not even Dumbledore.
Whoosh! Plop!
Like a sharp blade, the curse cut through Black's body like a hot knife through butter, directly dismembering the black cloak-clad Black in mid-air, and the body that was broken into seven or eight pieces scattered under the powerful inertia, falling into a pond in the wilderness.
The deep blue eyes of Dumbledore showed a chilling anger, but when his eyes swept over those 'corpses', the anger in his eyes quickly disappeared, replaced by surprise.
Dumbledore landed on a small mound with a thud, and Fawkes stayed on his shoulder and made a soft cry of distress.
"Mannequin–"
Looking at the black cloth-wrapped Mannequin with neat cuts at his feet, Snape's shoulders shook violently, and his twisted face twitched with horror and disbelief.
"MANNEQUIN!"
Snape stared at the proud Aurors who were also silent in astonishment and gasped and roared with fury.
"NO, we were fooled!"
The first to come back to his senses, Kingsley immediately shouted at Dumbledore with urgency, "Dumbledore, someone is trying to deliberately lead us away, trying to break into Black's Ancestral house!"
A ray of light flashed across the half-moon glasses on the twisted eagle hook nose, and Dumbledore didn't say a word, and disappeared in the explosion of fire again, leaving behind a trail of smoke.
On the other side, Bryan, who noticed that the fake Black he made with the transformation magic was smashed and Dumbledore and Snape's magic appeared at the same time, He twitched his mouth, and added all the curses he knew that could hide and disguise his breath and magic to himself within a few breaths. Then, he turned around and stepped out of this space and returned to Grimmauld Square!
The dim moonlight was completely covered by the thick clouds, and the dark and dull air was filled with a suffocating pressure.
Albus Dumbledore and Bryan Watson, one on this side of the circular square, and one on the other side of the circular square, looked at each other silently, their eyes locked in a tense standoff.
One after another explosion sounded, and Dumbledore's side and back were quickly filled with figures, but neither the impulsive Snape nor the Ministry of Magic's hitmen moved. They locked their eyes on Bryan in a black robe, suppressing their anger, waiting for Dumbledore's instructions.
"."
Bryan twitched his mouth again, his eyes only fell on Dumbledore, who seemed doubtful between his eyebrows. After thinking for a while, he tilted his head and smiled evilly, showing his teeth.
"Hehehe"
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