svetikya Chapter 218 Hawke's Wrath
Chapter 218 Hawke's Wrath
Chapter 218 Hawke's Wrath
"He didn't kill anyone; not a single person died."
Maxim answered, her tone flat, or perhaps numb: "He had planned everything before he came. He wasn't just here to pinpoint Martin and the others' location. He was also here to locate all the Muggle agents—and then avoid them, protect them—"
The explosion site in front of her, which was perhaps one or two kilometers in diameter, was something she couldn't understand or accept.
She heard that Ryan had reached a completely new level, a level he named the Archmage, the most powerful wizard who could appear when there were no legends to be passed down for thousands of years.
But she herself was just a little bit short. Could that little bit have enabled her to cause such terrifying destruction?
She asked herself the question, but found that no matter how many times she asked herself, the answer was always no.
She looked at Ryan and found that he wasn't even out of breath, leaning against a tree, looking rather lazy.
Noticing Maxim and Fleur's gazes, Ryan waved his wand, and the unconscious wizards were instantly teleported here and then out of the blast zone to prevent them from being burned to death by the intense heat: "These people were knocked unconscious by the impact. I erased their memories and also ensured they wouldn't die in the explosion."
He glanced at the magic gold wizards who were practically kneeling and worshipping him: "As for you, I won't erase your memories, but perhaps someone will come and look through them later. You need to be careful. It's not important that others see your memories; what's important is that you live well and grow into capable wizards."
Martin also wanted to express his feelings, after all, anyone would have feelings when seeing a god-like creature in front of them.
But Ryan didn't give him a chance to express his thoughts, and went straight to Dumbledore and said, "Headmaster, I think we need to go back and investigate who exactly is behind this? That's why some charlatans were misled by them and started spreading their stories, leading to a group of people being arrested."
Dumbledore agreed and first sent the maggots, Maxim, Fleur, and Quirrell back to Beauxbatons.
He exchanged a few polite words with Maxim, then grabbed Ryan and disappeared from the spot.
"It's terrifying, but also incredibly alluring," Furong murmured to herself.
"Ryan is indeed—terrifying, terrifying." Quirrell nodded repeatedly. Faced with such a scene of the sun falling to the ground, he couldn't pretend to be knowledgeable. He had never seen anything like it before. Even if the Beauxbatons saw it, he could only say that he had never seen it before.
"You only see the surface. In fact, Dumbledore is far more powerful—" Maxim was doubly struck down, unable to outmaneuver both his students and the headmaster: "Lane didn't have time to teleport us. It was Dumbledore who used—a protective spell similar to the Disillusionment Charm—to stop that devastating attack—"
The magic wizards experienced the greatest ups and downs of their lives, and also encountered the greatest shock of their lives.
Personally, if anyone dares to tell him that the wizarding world is inferior to the Muggle world, he will immediately rush up and slap that person twice.
The astonishing power of this magic led Martin, who had lived in the world of ordinary people for many years, to believe that wizards were unstoppable.
He learned a lesson from his impoverished life, a lesson about being able to buy things for free.
That day, he was working as a cashier in a store. Even though there were guns behind the counter, and even though the humanoid creature that came to rob him had a natural racial talent that allowed it to become invisible at night, it didn't have a gun, he was still bought for free.
Because by the time he pulled out his gun, the robber, aided by his racial talent, had already cleverly disappeared into the darkness, escaping justice. In the end, he was fired by his angry boss and had to find another job.
From that moment on, he knew that mobility was far more important than destructive power and lethality. No matter how powerful the weapon or how devastating the attack, it was all for naught if it couldn't hit its target.
Faced with the wizards' incredible abilities, Martin had no idea how a Muggle who couldn't use magic could possibly win.
Moreover, Martin remembered clearly what Ryan had told them before he left: to live well and grow up well.
There was no mention of the secrecy law, causing trouble, or any other remarks.
The night was really bright—he looked happily at the small building next to Beauxbatons, secretly hoping that get out of class hadn't ended yet, so he could go listen to a little more lessons after Mrs. Maxim said they could dismiss the class.
Unlike Martin, there was a small group represented by Hawke.
He found himself acting as if he were possessed, unleashing all the negative emotions he had been suppressing. He had indeed thought about what he was saying today, and fantasized that he was the destined protagonist, destined to cross the worlds of magic and ordinary people, and thus reach the pinnacle, becoming a powerful figure whose every move could influence the world.
But he never had the courage or the boldness to put it into practice.
Not only did he lack the courage, but in his mind, none of the people he had incited and who were on the same side as him today should have had the courage to respond to him either. Yet, these people did just that!
These people had received small favors from him in their daily lives, and in their private gatherings, they gradually began to express their dissatisfaction with wizards and Muggles, believing that they and others, who straddled the two worlds, were the most special group. However, these were all things said after drinking.
He looked at his underlings and found that they were also trembling, filled with nothing but fear.
Since acquiring his business and starting his factory through some unconventional means, Hawke's evenings have been spent in his brightly lit home, hotel, or auditorium; he has never felt the sky so dark.
"Headmaster, what should we do with these people?" Quirrell's question felt like the whisper of death to Hawke and the others.
"Before Ryan left, he said to let them grow up well and become useful wizards," Maxim said. "In that case, it's up to them to do what they can. We are the academy, and we are only responsible for teaching and nurturing students. We can't interfere."
"Of course, we still need to understand the specific situation."
She said to Martin and the others, "Gentlemen, why don't you tell me what exactly happened?"
Hawke and the others received the news they most desired from Maxim's words, and their faces instantly changed from panic and tension to joy and excitement.
Upon hearing Maxim's question, Hawke was even more eager to speak up and shirk his responsibility.
But Maxim had already sensed something was wrong from their expressions, and she went straight to the point: "Mr. Martin, please tell us."
Hawke's heart sank again. He was filled with emotion. He didn't understand why so many people were stopping him when he was just trying to shirk unnecessary responsibilities and enjoy what he was supposed to enjoy.
He learned the magic through his own skill! Why can't he use it? Why can't he show it off?
Just like he's a factory owner, it's natural for him to make fun of those low-income people whose lives don't go their way!
Just wait, one day sooner or later—his expression grew increasingly respectful, but inside he felt like a venomous snake was tearing at his heart.