Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 867: Chapter 238: Stay Away from Him

”I...”

Vid grabbed Braun’s sleeve from behind and whispered, ”But I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself, whether it’s them... or you... I want you all to live well...”

He didn’t know what the grown-up version of himself thought, but when he saw the swarm bravely blocking the magic spells, and the ants fearlessly charging into the flames, Vid already felt heartache.

And when Braun appeared in front of him... when he realized that Braun was also a poppet, that poppets could be so vivid and intelligent, even the grown-up version of himself felt a kind of anger.

—Maybe these are all creations of his own, but since they have such rich inner lives, they should be treated as independent beings, not as expendables on the battlefield.

The night wind scattered the boy’s bangs, and those eyes clearly reflected what was in his heart.

Braun paused, turned to face the boy, squatted down slightly, and said with a smile, ”I understand... rest assured, my young master. As long as there’s a one in ten thousand chance, I will of course take care of my own little life.”

This world is gradually revealing its darkness and cruelty.

At Hogwarts, most of the days Vid spent, he was always exposed to the bright, simple, and peaceful side of the campus.

But being in the Witch Pure Party, Braun had seen many scenes that ordinary people couldn’t imagine in their lifetime.

As the poppet’s cold fingers brushed through the boy’s soft hair, a long sigh crossed his heart.

[There exists a very dark side in this world... but to be cherished by the creator like this is warm enough...]

After today, Voldemort will believe that it was Braun who unleashed the Fury of the Flame God, and his anger will not all be poured onto Vid, who had offended him;

The outside world of wizards will think that poppets have significant flaws and are still far from becoming the perfect ”Poppet Legion.”

Thus, their coveted gaze would be diverted, trying to find a way to ”confuse the poppet enemy identification system”;

The ambitious ones would also be more patient with this little boy, relaxing their vigilance even to the point of hoping he will continue to grow until he compensates for the poppets’ weaknesses.

Perhaps his actions would interfere with Vid’s display of power to the world today, but Braun always believed—nothing is more important than Vid’s safety.

So he casually tidied Vid’s messy collar and said softly:

”In exchange, please remember this one thing: once the Magic of Time is lifted, never forget—true strength never needs to prove anything; those who survive the chaos to the end are the winners.”

Vid dumbfoundedly nodded.

”Excellent.” Braun winked and said, ”Then, let’s put on the final act! Remember to refuse me!”

He held the boy’s small hand, turned around, and walked down the ruined steps, their footsteps especially clear in the silent ruins.

The poppets didn’t stop him from taking away their master; instead, they parted like waves. Once they passed, the poppets followed, as if Braun was their leader.

Those unaware of the truth, seeing this scene, developed a profound dread towards this ”heir of Grindelwald.”

Even ordinary people who knew nothing about Alchemy understand that someone who can easily change the allegiance of numerous poppets must have a deep understanding of them, even possibly more profound than their creator.

They stopped in front of a radiating charred mark, where all nearby plants were black and withered, even though they hadn’t directly touched the fiery stream.

As for those hit directly... one look at the wall not far away was enough; the vines that once covered the stone wall had turned to floating white ash, and the wall even had a bizarre glazed texture, with some deeply black substances flowing down the wall like molten candle tears, quickly cooling.

Vid’s mouth opened slightly, and even though he tried to suppress it, he still showed an extremely shocked expression.

[Is this really... did I do this?]

A drop of sweat slid down his temple, not from exhaustion or fear, but from an indescribable shiver and excitement.

And Braun used his toe to crush a piece of slowly falling white ash and suddenly laughed out loud.

”Ahaha... Looks like their leader ran off on his own!”

He slightly tilted his head, looking at those Death Eaters who had the expression of surviving a disaster.

”What a pity, he didn’t even take any of you... But it’s understandable...”

He said slowly, ”If it were me, I wouldn’t want to take a bunch of useless people like you either...”

The Death Eaters seethed with anger but dared not speak; some even forced a flattering smile, trying to say something, but their lips trembled, unable to make a sound.

Braun didn’t bother to waste words with these opportunists, just waved his hand, and immediately several members of the Witch Pure Party stepped out of the crowd, waving their magic wands—

Silver light twined around the wrists of the unresisting Death Eaters like a serpent, solidifying into sturdy chains.

Two gray-robed wizards stepped forward to take away all the Death Eaters’ Magic Wands, and one of them casually removed the badge used for filming, examining it back and forth in his hand.

The gray hoods of the Witch Pure Party have magic that conceals their appearance, even if the Mother Mirror was placed in front of them, the image in the lens would only be a face hidden in shadow, unclear.

But when the camera was turned towards the Death Eaters, Braun suddenly revealed a mischievous smile.

He raised his hand, snapping his fingers, and near the monastery entrance, a member of the Witch Pure Party gave a slight wave of his magic wand.

”Whoosh—”

A gust of wind swept through, and suddenly there were exclamations from the crowd.

The Death Eaters’ black cloaks and masked faces were swept away by the wind, revealing their pale and terrified faces underneath.

”You, how can you...”

MacNeil shouted loudly, struggling to hide his face, but was pinned to the ground by the Witch Pure Party’s magic.

He glanced despairingly at the badge recording the scene, saw the eyes of the robin facing him, turned his head hurriedly, trying to press his face against the ground, mumbling a plea:

”No, don’t film...”

”A bet’s a bet, gentlemen,” Braun said with malicious glee. ”If one day you catch me, you are welcome to show my true face on the big screen too!”

—Shameless!

MacNeil nearly shouted out in anger, but out of fear of the camera, he could only bow his waist even lower.

At this moment, Braun suddenly turned his gaze to Vid.

”Did you see that, my dear Vid?”

He slightly bent over and smiled, ”These Death Eaters, who once threatened you and your family’s safety, are nothing but caged beasts before us Witch Pure Party.”

”Join us—you too will have unparalleled resources and power! Those forbidden experiments, locked-away knowledge, they will all open their doors to you!”

”Think about it, no one will ever dare threaten you or those you care about again. You can learn magic as you please, any alchemy resources at your disposal, the world will listen to your voice...”

Vid: ”...”

He knew this was part of the plan, but after hearing Braun’s words, he honestly felt a bit tempted!

The boy swallowed, slightly raising his head, and softly asked, ”Then... what if I refuse?”

Braun slightly raised his hand, and all the poppets looked over.

He still wore a very friendly smile, and in a gentle tone, he said, ”If you refuse... then who these little guys point their weapons at is uncertain!”

The boy’s little face was tense, and he frowningly said solemnly, ”Then in that case... how are you different from those Death Eaters?”

Braun began to laugh loudly: ”The difference, I suppose, is—they are used to hiding in the shadows, ruling the weak with fear; but we shall stand in the sunlight and create a more ideal world for wizards!”

”Join us, and you’ll see how we differ! At least within the Witch Pure Party, we’d never abandon comrades like Voldemort; Mr. Grindelwald would never arbitrarily impose punishment on his own people!”

”Come with me, Vid Gray... we’ll be companions, brothers, family, and you will gain...”

Before he finished, a voice suddenly cut in—

”Stay away from him!”

Harry Potter suddenly appeared, forcefully pushing aside the poppets who barred his way, panting heavily as he stood in front of Vid, holding a Golden Teapot high, exclaiming:

”If you don’t want to regress into babies, stay away from us!”