69novels What is the purpose of Chapter 125?
What is the purpose of Chapter 125?
The intruder, Ian Stanley, and the wizards inside the cabin brandished their wands.
The battle instantly erupted in this not-so-large room!
Battles between wizards are definitely different from brawls between Muggles/Muggles.
The individual combat ability of Muggles/Muggles mainly depends on their physical qualities, and the upper limit is difficult to break. It is difficult for a large gap in combat ability to exist between them. Masters who can "fight ten at once" are extremely rare, let alone those who are stronger.
In contrast, wizards are different. With the blessing of extraordinary power, their upper limit can be said to be infinitely raised. Even wizards like Dumbledore, who are recognized as the top wizards in the magical world, dare not say that they have reached the ceiling of magical power. Of course, there are also wizards like Voldemort who try to break through the shackles from a taboo perspective and go further.
Therefore, the difference in strength between wizards could truly be like heaven and earth, with one being a top student who can get into Tsinghua or Peking University and the other a struggling student who is still in third grade and only scores 40 points in math.
As for Ian Stanley, who once coexisted with Stephen Swinton in the same body, he possessed all of Stephen Swinton's knowledge and mastered all of his magic. He could even easily cast some dark magic spells that Professor Swinton was unable or unwilling to cast without any psychological burden.
Therefore, in a sense, the insane and brutal Ian Stanley is more terrifying than Stephen Swinton, the former Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, because he really does kill.
Of course, "going all out" doesn't necessarily mean actually killing the person.
Faced with a dozen or so wizards whose fighting spirit was not very strong and whose magical skills varied, Ian Stanley directly cast a fire spell, forcing most of them against the walls of the cabin.
Immediately afterward, he swiftly waved his wand, casting a Binding Charm followed by a Stunning Charm, easily taking down the strongest member of the group, the bearded man. The man didn't even have time to cast half of the Expel Your Weapon Charm before collapsing to the ground with a thud.
After the bearded leader collapsed and fell unconscious, the other wizards were basically defenseless.
Ian Stanley strolled around the cabin as if in a garden, casting spells one by one, torturing the dozen or so wizards until they screamed in agony.
"Confringo!"
He chanted the Explosion Charm, swung his wand, and a chair flying towards him shattered in mid-air. Several unfortunate wizards were mauled by the flying splinters, their heads bleeding, and they collapsed to the ground groaning, incapacitated.
In less than two minutes, Ian successfully took down all the wizards present in this small group.
"They really are a bunch of useless trash."
He stroked the wand, which was only slightly warm, and seemed somewhat unsatisfied.
"It would be even better if we had a magic longsword; it would definitely be so much fun to fight with," Ian muttered slowly.
Then, he remembered the boy who had been so excited to acquire a fully functional longsword, and the scene of the three longswords crossed together resonating with a harmonious sound. (See Chapter 61 of this book)
I really miss myself back then...
No, that's not me!
That's Stephen Swinton, not Ian Stanley!
Even if he experienced all of that guy's experiences, he is still not himself!
As for the sword that belonged to Stephen Swinton, he had long ago left it in the mysterious pyramid in Egypt, letting it accompany that guy and the mummy in the dark and ancient tomb.
Aside from this body, Ian didn't want anything related to Stephen. He even replaced his wand with a new one, and naturally, he couldn't keep the sword with him either.
External things are easy to discard, but those memories can appear in your mind from time to time.
Just now, I even started to miss the time I spent with that Eastern boy!
How ridiculous!
How could I possibly miss that pretentious, glib, and superficial kid?!
Thinking of this, Ian Swinton's initial pleasure from beating someone up vanished, and his composure turned into impatience.
He kicked the bearded man awake, then looked around and said coldly:
"Remember, gather here at 8 p.m. this Saturday. If anyone doesn't show up, you will face more than just today's punishment."
As Ian spoke, he used his wand to spell out an address in Salem on the ground.
Then, without waiting for anyone to respond, he waved his wand again, blasting a large hole in the door, and strode away without looking back.
Compared to his "polite" entrance, his departure was incredibly rude.
Of course, compared to the pain caused by the various spells he had just cast on everyone, blowing up a door was hardly surprising.
……
"Who exactly is he?" the freckled witch asked, clutching her stomach as she struggled to her feet and wiping the blood from her mouth.
She really felt that the attack she had been subjected to was somewhat sudden and inexplicable.
If they were from the Magic Congress, they would at least accuse these people of secretly slandering the Magic Congress.
Or perhaps they are enemies; in that case, we should explain why they came and what they want.
And this guy named Ian Stanley just said he was going to "take care of you bunch of trash," and then the fight started. It was something Merlin would find ridiculous.
“I don’t know, I’ve never heard of this name…” The bearded man rubbed his head, thought for a moment, and then continued, “However, I vaguely heard from my friends in Brazil that recently a force calling itself GA has been secretly gathering power. Perhaps this person is one of them.”
"GA? What kind of organization is that?" someone asked, puzzled.
“It’s the ‘Grindelwald’s Army’…” the bearded man said, revealing the organization’s full name.
Hearing the name "Grindelwald" from their own boss, everyone was taken aback.
Clearly, Grindelwald's name was not unfamiliar to them, as he had once caused quite a stir in the North American wizarding world. Although he was now imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison in Europe, he was still very famous in North America.
"Isn't Grindelwald imprisoned?" the Freckled Witch asked, puzzled.
Everyone looked at the bearded man, because they were also curious about how someone who was supposed to be in prison could organize a "Grindelwald Army".
"Could it be that he escaped from prison?" someone couldn't help but speculate.
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Many people gasped in shock.
Grindelwald was once a nightmare hanging over wizards all over the world. If he were to actually emerge, who knows what kind of storm he would stir up.
“If he comes out, it might not be a bad thing. The corrupt Magic Congress needs to be reformed…” a quiet young man suddenly said in a cold tone.
His reminder brought to mind Grindelwald's famous slogan: "For the greater good!"
“Isn’t the ‘greater good’ that Grindelwald speaks of exactly what we’re looking for?” The young man’s cold tone gradually took on a hint of fanaticism.
"Cough cough, Roman, you're still too young..." The bearded man coughed, the kick he had just received from Ian Stanley had clearly caused some damage to his lungs.
He calmed the pain in his lungs and continued, "Grindelwald's ideas are too radical, and he is far too indifferent to human life. In order to achieve what he calls the 'great interests' of wizards, he is willing to sacrifice the lives of many wizards. He is not a benevolent person... cough cough cough..."
“Necessary sacrifices are inevitable…” the young man couldn’t help but retort to the elder and leader he had once respected so much.
"Roman!" the bearded man shouted, his eyes filled with anger.
"I'm sorry, please don't get agitated..." The young man ultimately didn't want to make him too angry.
“Alright, I’ll continue.” The bearded man looked at everyone and continued, “Actually, according to my friend, this ‘Grindelwald’s Army,’ which originated in the Brazilian jungle, is not led by Grindelwald. This is because official sources confirm that Grindelwald is still imprisoned in Nurmengard Prison. This has been personally verified by Lord Dumbledore. Moreover, the prison is under extremely tight security, so it is impossible for Grindelwald to remotely command this army named after him.”
"Then who exactly are they?" someone asked.
"I don't know, maybe they just want to use Grindelwald's name..." the bearded man said uncertainly.
"So what is Ian Stanley's purpose?" the freckled witch asked softly after settling into a seat, supporting her beard.
“If I’m not mistaken, he’s here to recruit us, or rather, to force us to join his organization,” the bearded man offered his guess.
"..."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into a long silence.
Unfortunately, they were originally a loosely organized group, and all they could do was criticize the Magic Congress and occasionally launch some protests; they didn't have many radical activities.
Now that they have suddenly been subdued by a powerful man and may be asked to join an organization of unknown origin, they are finding it hard to accept.
However, some of them felt that this might be a good opportunity, a chance to realize their ideas!
This included, of course, the young man named Roman.
The bearded man, of course, saw everyone's reactions.
He didn't elaborate, and finally said, "There's no point in guessing now. We'll find out on the last Saturday. Everyone, go home."
So everyone left with their own thoughts, some anticipating, some fearing the arrival of that day.
However, the waiting process is destined to be agonizing.