Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Hermione's eyes widened. She simply couldn't understand why Luna could say such horrible words so calmly.

What shocked her even more was that she saw Anriel nodded, acknowledging the answer.

"How could this be possible..."

"Why should we pretend to be nice to them?"

Anriel laughed:

“Let’s be frank.

They are the losers of the war, slaves, and spoils of war.

In a war between races, as the victorious party, even if they are civilians of wizards, they are entitled to deal with the lives of the warriors of the losing party."

An Rui paused, then changed his tone:

"But I personally suggest that it's better to keep them. After all, they are a good labor force and they all have magic. They are still quite useful as tools."

Hermione involuntarily took a half step back.

At least, for the time being, she could not understand Anriel's ideas.

"Lack of strength will only lead to disaster, and the loser can only become a ladder for the winner to reach a higher level."

Anriel said this meaningfully.

"Let's skip this topic for now, because...it's almost time."

"What time? Almost what?"

Hermione looked puzzled.

Anriel did not respond to her, but just looked up at the sky, as if admiring the starry night sky.

It was quiet in the woods.

A voice, or rather, a spell, broke the fragile silence.

......

"The bones reappear!"

There was an unparalleled fanaticism in that roar.

A green light shot up into the night sky.

It was an enormous skeleton, composed of countless emerald green star rays.

A giant python stretched out from the skeleton's mouth, like a long tongue, wriggling wantonly, making people feel both physically and psychologically uncomfortable.

The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke. Against the backdrop of the dark night sky, it looked like a new constellation, shining brightly.

Extremely terrified screams rang out in the woods, one after another, coming from different people, but expressing the same emotion of fear.

"Dark Mark!"

Hermione cried out in horror.

It seemed that everyone in the forest recognized the mark.

It reminded them of the years of White Terror—whether or not they had actually experienced it.

Unfortunately, the chaos did not last long. Crackling sounds rang out one after another, and the sounds of apparitions were like firecrackers, connected in a string.

"Collapse!"

A dozen different voices shouted like this.

"Great... the audience is here..."

Anriel raised his wand to the sky with a hint of inexplicable excitement on his face.

......

"Death is in the air, the dead are immortal!"

This loud spell resounded throughout the forest.

A gray-white column of death light shot up and drew a sign on the sky.

A triangle is created first, followed by a vertical line that bisects the triangle.

At the middle point of this triangle, a grayish-white dot appeared.

The dots gradually get bigger...

It turned into a skull, replacing the circle in the Deathly Hallows symbol.

Anriel's review:

Handsome!

The death symbol in the sky suddenly became three-dimensional, and the entire skull broke away from the triangular plane and stretched out—

He bit the green skull with the Dark Mark.

The next second, the green skull shattered into pieces of light all over the sky. The giant snake's body, which had originally looked extremely ferocious and terrifying, swayed and now seemed to have turned into a panicked escape...

The forest was silent again, leaving only the mark of death in the air, shining brightly, the gray light illuminated the entire night sky, making this time and place...

As bright as day!

"Isn't it handsome?"

Anriel turned around and said to the three girls in a boastful manner.

"Handsome, handsome, you stole all the limelight today~"

Luna's tone was doting, gentle and excited.

"cool……"

Ginny's tone was one of admiration, shock and conviction.

"..."

Hermione was silent.

She said nothing, staring blankly at the flashing mark of the dead in the sky.

......

"How can they be called Death Eaters? From now on, just call them Scavengers, haha..."

Anriel laughed and said nothing more.

He held his wand and walked towards the place with the most people...

There was now a circle of shocked Ministry of Magic employees and a few panicked children.

No one knows who created that thing hanging in the sky, and what its purpose is...

Most importantly, what does it mean?

......

Anriel was dressed in a suit, looking like a dignified and elegant mourner.

The bushes were pushed aside to create a path leading to an open space where the crowd was gathered.

Anriel walked over, followed by the three others.

Arthur Weasley, Amos Diggory, Barty Crouch, Amelia Burns... they were all here now.

Let me see where this is going.

Anriel glanced at the house-elf in Mr. Diggory's hand, which was as soft as a sack, and suddenly realized.

"A house-elf... holding a wand, appeared beneath the Dark Mark."

Anriel fiddled with his wand and walked slowly in the direction of Mr. Diggory, keeping his eyes on Winky.

With a poof, Ludo Bagman Apparated and appeared at the edge of the clearing, looking confused.

"Mr. Grindelwald! You—"

Crouch's eyes bulged and his voice trembled with a hint of toughness.

He looked up at the gray-white mark hanging in the sky, then looked down at Anriel.

"Shh! Grindelwald?! Barty! What are you talking about?"

Bagman seemed startled, shaking his head.

It seems that this former Quidditch player has a pretty good knowledge of history.

"Me? Mr. Crouch, do you have any advice?"

Anriel stopped and turned to Crouch.

Crouch took a deep breath and showed amazing professionalism:

"Phew - you shouldn't have launched your mark into the sky and hindered the Ministry's efforts to control the situation."

Crouch is right.

Anriel's actions at this moment have indeed brought greater challenges to the Ministry of Magic -

This was the Quidditch World Cup, and there were more Bulgarians and Irish, and spectators from other countries combined, in the stadium than there were British.

Just now, Voldemort's mark flew into the sky with a "whoosh", and almost all the British people present were panicked.

Now, well, Grindelwald's mark is up in the sky.

The people in the Bulgarian camp have already started crying for their parents. Several of them have died of heart disease. The people in the French camp are so scared that their faces are pale. The national flag has been hung up...

Voldemort brought the White Terror to the British, but it was more of physical destruction and torture.

Grindelwald is better at spiritual annihilation - that is a torture that is truly passed down from generation to generation, not just to that generation.

In other words... the impact of Anriel launching his mark into the air...

In every way, it is worse than the Dark Mark.