themonasnovels Chapter 941 Countdown to the Destruction of New York
Chapter 941 Countdown to the Destruction of New York
Chapter 941 Countdown to the Destruction of New York
There are those who fight against landlords with Yangshou;
And Wilkins was the first to use his life to pray for the savior.
He didn't expect to succeed, otherwise he would directly pray for world peace, so he might be able to win the Nobel Peace Prize shamelessly like the Muggle president.
But human beings, if you set up a flag, if you can't realize it, you will feel that your life lacks a sense of ritual.
For example, at this time, just as Wilkins made a promise for the rest of his life, he saw the crowd parting and a young wizard walking towards him.
Wilkins rubbed his eyes, a little unbelievable, the visitor... was very similar to Stark.
No, I'll just say it casually, I don't really want to play Longevity Chess... Whether it's a god or something else, don't take it seriously!
But the man got closer and closer, and it was clear that he was Stark.
Wilkins' mood was surprised but not happy.
He is more like the hero in "The Mist":
In desperation, decided to commit suicide.Just killed everyone, including the son... At this moment, the army to rescue them came.
Why did you go a few seconds earlier? Isn't this a joke? !
But then, Wilkins realized something was wrong.
Stark is still participating in the wizarding war in England, how can he have time to come to New York!
He suddenly remembered that there was a young professor in Ilvermorny who looked very similar to Stark.
He is also the key person who discovered the problem tonight.
I'm afraid it's not him?
Wilkins wasn't sure whether this was a real person bought with a lifespan, or a knockoff of Ilvermorny.
He looked at Tina beside the young wizard, and asked sideways, "It's too dangerous here, didn't I tell you to leave? Mrs. Scamander, what's the matter with you?"
Tina quickly explained, including William's identity.
Wilkins breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't really Stark.
Well, he was a little lost again... A real person can turn the tide.
Counterfeit goods are useless.
William quickly expressed his intention.
He looked at William, slightly surprised: "Professor Targaryen, you want to enter the Magic Congress building?"
"My friend Meera is in there," said William. "I need to save her!"
"But if it erupts silently, apparition cannot be performed in the Capitol, let alone saving people, you won't be able to escape yourself." Wilkins persuaded.
In his view, there is no solution at all now.
Graves seemed ready to hide Silence deep in the building.
It will take some time to find him, and it is impossible to bring him out of the Magic Congress.
"Of course I have my own way." William said indifferently.
He has to go in.
Saving Mela was one thing, and William didn't want to see New York destroyed.
He obviously has the ability to stop Graves, there is no reason to watch this place be destroyed.
One more thing, as Tom said:
Once the Scavenger was stopped, Targaryen was a hero of American wizarding.
He can even enter the Magic Congress smoothly, and then slowly take power.
In this way, we can better mediate with Tom.
Of course, Europe can no longer satisfy William, and his eyes are now fixed on the land of North America.
Wilkins didn't want to look into the eyes of this young man and die, but that's all he said, so let's die... in case it succeeds.
"I'll get the Aurors out, whether you can stop Graves or not," Wilkins said.
"Of course, if you can stop him, you are a hero, and I will make your name no less than Stark."
He started to draw big cakes again.
William didn't care, but gave an order:
"After your Aurors leave, immediately send them to the Atlantic coast and set up defenses there."
Wilkins froze for a moment, not understanding what he meant.
"Just do as I say!"
William ignored him, but looked at Hermione, who turned into Catherine again.
Hermione nodded slightly, the two obviously had plans.
There was indeed a plan.
After all, as Wilkins said, once in, there is no possibility of escaping.
William needs to make some arrangements so that he can escape.
Saving lives is more important than saving lives.
Hermione will not follow up, he is William's backup, and can save him at critical moments.
After explaining everything, William entered the building of the Magic Congress alone under everyone's attention.
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The ninth floor of the Magic Council,
It is the bottom floor of the entire building, also underground.
There are not many things here, there is only one place, and that is the execution hall.
Unlike the United Kingdom, the Magic Congress of the United States has not abolished the death penalty, and the heinous criminals are all executed directly.
But the United States likes to flaunt humanity, so they will let the death row prisoners enjoy the last happiness before execution.
They would use a method of execution known as dipping.
The so-called medicated bath is to first extract the happiest memory of the prisoner and throw it in the potion.
The potion is like a pensieve, which will visualize those memories.
And all the prisoner's thoughts were immersed in the memory, and then slowly entered the potion.
At this time, there were two people standing in front of the rolling death potion.
Now, Meera clearly felt the magic rope binding her, embedded deeper and deeper into her flesh.
This pain was second only to the panic that she couldn't breathe.
The rag in her mouth slid down her throat, getting deeper and deeper, she felt herself gagging involuntarily, and her vision began to narrow.It was dark.
Meera felt her eyelids begin to twitch weakly and jerkily as she was about to lose consciousness.
An arm reached out and pulled the rag out of her mouth.
Meera gasped for breath, took a deep breath, coughed and choked, and then the precious air was poured into her lungs.
"Enjoy the last sweet air," Graves said softly.
Meera stared at him with deep loathing.
She already knew that her brother was kidnapped by the man in front of her.
Graves took out a large black mass from the box.
These substances are larger than any previous substances, and they seem to be a lot of silent, gathered together.
"Drowning is a very painful way to die. As an Auror, I think you know this very well."
"But don't worry, I will pour silence into your body."
Graves said indifferently, "At the moment of your death, this group of ten magical powers silently gathered together will explode directly.
That powerful force will wipe out the entire New York in an instant. With so many people accompanying you, you will not be lonely. "
"You'll die too!" Meera yelled.
"Of course not, you're a human hourglass." Graves smiled.
"I have already calculated that it will take some time for you to die, and then the silence in your body will touch the potion and finally explode.
This time is neither short nor long, but it is enough for me to leave the Magic Congress building calmly.
Then apparated...and fled. "
Meera glared at him, full of hatred.
But Graves ignored it completely, and began to use magic, skillfully controlling that power, and instilling it into Meera's body.
Meera felt a powerful, raging force inside her, and she seemed to burst open.
The pain in her head was beyond her imagination.
It is scorching hot as the force invades the lungs.Suddenly, pain rushed to her head, and she felt as if her head was being clamped and was about to be crushed.
There is a loud noise like thunder in the ear.
Graves placed Meera on the execution chair, which slowly lowered into the potion.
"Goodbye, Meera Picquery."
Graves smiled.
Now, no one can stop... New York is wiped out.
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(End of this chapter)