Chapter 150 Chaos

The production line located underground in Alesund is as monotonous and lacking in novelty as ever. This large and sophisticated machine is separated from the turbulence of the outside world and operates flawlessly. House elves lined up tirelessly on both sides of the production line, doing their division of labor meticulously. The first batch of elves were still vaguely aware that what they were making might be weapons. Gradually, even this batch of elves forgot to speculate, and their minds were filled with only the shapeless tasks assigned to them.

That is what the noble and intelligent wizards deep underground study. The wizard told them over and over again that they should be honored to add bricks and tiles to the pasture of the gods. As for what bricks and tiles were added, those who truly admired them would not inquire.

They dare not and do not want to. This place is already a paradise that you can't even imagine when you are wandering around or even at the host's house. Heaven provided them with eternal shelter and food, and slowly, each elf spontaneously learned more. They are accustomed to discovering happiness from the few copper coins that must arrive every week, falling in love with creating dreams in the gradually accumulating copper mountains, and being addicted to the time they can walk struttingly on the streets of Alesund once a month.

It turns out that they can also be illuminated by the sun and brushed by snowflakes. Every ray of sunshine and every snowflake passing by is a gift from grace.

The parts only care about their own rotation, and there is no need to worry about how the entire machine operates.

They are still focused on the work at hand, with eyes full of hope, dreaming about the so-called salary paid every Monday, and looking forward to the extravagant stroll next month. While working, several elves accidentally touched their hands and quickly moved away. Any form of conversation was prohibited in this secret underground factory. Occasionally, one or two wizards patrolled by, took a brief look and then looked away. The patrol is just a show, and Norway's rapidly advancing research results have already produced tools that can accurately control this group of house elves.

Batch after batch of formed weapons disappeared in the light spot at the end, merged into the ocean of power, and became bargaining chips on the negotiation table.

There was no need for any warning horns when the fire broke out. The explosion soared into the sky and nearly overturned the dome above, turning the light spots into charred blackness in an instant. The alarms roared, but they could not outrun the dazzling fire. Several house elves in the rising flames cooperated extremely tacitly. In the deeper passage leading to the factory, two or three elves accurately bypassed the hands of many partners, and the door embedded with countless magics began to collapse. There were bursts of explosions from various corners of the roof, and sporadic black sparks fell from time to time. As soon as the black sparks hit the ground, they seemed to have entered a frying pan, and suddenly burst into flames.

The elf standing at one end of the production line climbed onto the production line that used to symbolize sacredness. He looked down at the wizard who had his eyes above his head, raised his hand to block the spell, and even grabbed the wand with a stretch. Under his cover, another elf used its thin body to run to the other side. After a while, a deafening sound came from the other side.

"Stop him!" The wizard who had his wand taken away had no time to think, and ordered the other house elves who were dumbfounded by the accident almost as if by inertia, "How dare you steal the wizard's wand and betray the gods!"

"Dobby never thought I want to betray, but I just want to destroy this place and cripple or kill the legendary god." Dobby stood on a high place, with the flames around him burning brighter and brighter, and the red light reflected on that angry little face. , it was unclear for a moment whether it was the light in his eyes or the fire climbing up that was more intense, "Dobby is a free elf. A free elf can only be his own god."

Another black magic on the roof The drawn magic circle was destroyed, and as soon as the sparks landed on the wizard's robe, he screamed loudly and rolled on the ground. Dobby waved his hand again and he rolled directly to the corner without knowing anyone.

A ray of sunlight meandered from the entrance of the passage - a real, fiery red light that any elf could see every month, shining in leisurely, mixing with the flames and explosions in the sky.

That exquisite door made by goblins couldn't withstand the continuous bombardment. At the moment when this ray of light shone faintly, it collapsed with the last explosion. Revealing the sacred place behind him that many house elves dare not dream of.

The exquisite and complex magic, the mysterious potion tumbling in the bottle, the instruments suspended in mid-air, and the drawings posted on the wall seem to be the real core lifeblood of the ranch.

Once this thought, which can be called a treasonous act, arises, it is not easy to extinguish.

Seeing that the development of the matter was far beyond expectations, another wizard had no wand and could not care whether the exit had been blown open or whether there were more traps outside. He ran away in the direction of the exit in a hurry: "For outsiders to open the exit, they must By sacrificing your life, you and your companions will die!" As he ran back, he instructs the other frightened house elves to restrain Dobby, "Don't stop this rebel yet!"

Indeed, most of the elves did. Surrounded towards Dobby. There was no sign of relief or pleasure on their faces, they were full of hatred - hatred directed at their own companions. The resentment that grew was stronger than the roaring flames, the roaring explosions, and the deaths of several companions could not stop the raging hatred.

They will naturally hate it when their peaceful and comfortable days are ruined. Hate has become their only emotion.

"Dobby is willing! Dobby's companions are also willing!" The elf in the center of the flames, surrounded by his companions, does not seem to be in deep trouble. His figure falls in the fire and keeps rising, and the shadow cast on the wall seems like Sculpture standing in the fire, "Their relatives and friends were taken away by you without a trace and have not been heard from since. They are all willing to avenge their family and friends who died innocently and tragically."

Big tears dropped as the encirclement tightened. And slipping from that little face, he pointed his hand at the instruments deep in the passage, and then they exploded again. Under such circumstances, the people inside were not afraid at all. They did not think about running away, but instead rushed like crazy to collect numerous drawings and even potions, blocking the remaining research results behind them like building a city wall. More importantly, It is firmly blocking another door covered with magic circles behind him.

"End his magic, catch him, and you will all be forgiven and rewarded." The leading wizard looked at Dobby coldly. In his eyes, these house elves were no different from looking at dead animals. "The existence of traitors only exists." It will deprive you of the rights and rewards you have fought for one after another. Compromising with traitors will be the beginning of your fall. Do you want to be abandoned again and continue to wander?"

"We cannot kill each other, a hypocritical god is not worth it. We let our companions bleed. When our ancestors fought back hundreds of years ago, they did not want us to be ordered to fight among ourselves." The flames finally licked the young body, but Dobby remained motionless. The flame makes him taller and nobler than anyone else. "Love is the real god. Love is kind, love is not jealous, love does not boast or be arrogant, does not seek its own interests, and is not easily angered." , Don’t take into account people’s evildoings.”

This is obviously someone who can say this. But at this time, he didn't have time to care about who taught him. After hesitating again and again, the flames finally jumped up to the previously unattainable dome. At this time, any magic, even phantom migration, lost its effectiveness. However, the expected devastating disaster did not come. The fire suddenly became gentle, swallowing up the cover of the dome silently and softly, revealing the skylight bit by bit.

"Why can't the Ministry of Magic come over?" The leader cursed in a low voice but did not forget to continue the arrangement. "Take all the things you can bring with you. I will take the rear. You go quickly. You must protect..."

People, they want to protect, The most important spell must be protected. Otherwise, decades of hard research will be wasted, and their ideals will be nothing.

The house elves were unable to take action against their companions until the last moment. The unmoving figure in the fire gradually sublimated with the flames, swirled with the projected skylight, scattered into dots of halo, diffused into the air, and was gently inhaled by everyone's nose, and penetrated into the lungs and blood. Flow together and resonate with the heart.

He had countless opportunities to escape. The elves know each other's abilities inside and out. But he didn't, and would rather use his life to knock on the door.

In the fleeting figure of the companion, love, freedom, and the vague words in the past seemed to have become concrete at this moment.

On the streets of Alesund Iverson, when there were faint sounds and vibrations from the underground, tourists and even vendors on the streets all poured out from every corner. No one thought that this little-known street could hide so many things. Multiple people. The cafe on the corner is collapsing at an alarming speed, melting like a sugar cube, revealing the grandeur of the ground.

A tall and mighty young man took the lead to take a look, as if he was extremely disbelieving at what he saw: "Those elves actually did it."

"Don't make the same mistake as the enemy, Viktor," one with one leg. The man with wooden legs, Dodo, walked up to Viktor Krum and corrected him in a rough voice, "They are no different from us."

Led by Alastor Moody and Viktor Krum, people gathered behind him Groups of people gathered, including members of the Order of the Phoenix, former Nordic Ministry of Magic officials, Durmstrang students, and even one or two Professor Durmstrang.

"We can't let the elf sacrifice in vain, remember what our mission is."

At this time, the Norwegian underground spread the news to the Ministry of Magic with difficulty.

The dozen or so people standing in front of Arvids are the most elite and intelligent forces in Grindelwald's old army. Everyone's face was expressionless, but the strong murderous intention almost turned into reality in this small minister's office. All of them would give their lives at just one command.

Avides originally planned to do that, but he suddenly thought of something and stopped at the last moment before phantom transfer.

"I have asked for help from Britain. I cannot take you all away." Although he was talking and doing things, his soul had already flown away. If he hadn't held on, he might have fallen down. It was a miracle that he could order so calmly, "Only take five people. The rest will stay at the Ministry of Magic."

The five people he ordered were least good at dealing with trivial matters, but they were more talented in combat.

"Sir, you can't take risks yourself..."

"I have to go! That is our ideal and hard work that we have struggled for decades! Isn't it ridiculous to just huddle aside at this time!" Seeing that the rest of the people were grievances, he sighed secretly. , any one of them has dedicated his life to a blueprint, "I'm not asking you to back down. Once the old man Dumbledore, the Hogwarts gang, and the homeless dogs in Northern Europe join forces, they must not only have their sights on Oller. Song."

Everyone understood this.

"We cut off the rear and protect the core. If we are lucky, we can retreat to Durmstrang; you guys, guard the Ministry of Magic and the Muggle world."

He said this sentence without looking tragic, but his heavy tone had already doomed it. This unrest may not be limited to unrest. The same sentence gives true and complete trust and dependence on the British side. After all, they all know that the current situation cannot be sustained without force.

His prediction was accurate, and he will be extremely grateful for the decision he made now in the near future.

There is also no peace within the British Ministry of Magic.

As soon as the hurried news of help from Norway arrived, Cornelius crawled in regardless of his image or his life. At this time, he even forgot about his fear: "Except France, Germany, Austria, Sweden, and Switzerland, the Ministry of Magic of other countries has joined forces with Muggles. They openly rebelled and asked the current leaders to take the blame and resign. They, they will never be slaves to a new type of religion! The advance test team we sent can hardly withstand their pressure!"

He did not even dare to take a breath: "The whole of Africa. The mainland publicly expressed its support, claiming that they were no longer slaves during the Great Discovery. If anyone persists, then start a war..."

The Ministry of Magic, which had been convinced before, and another continent that seemed like a backwater, suddenly launched an attack at this juncture. Eerily uniform. Mu Yu wouldn't believe it if there was no one behind him.

Her first reaction was to gently hold the hand of the person next to her. She couldn't tell whether she wanted to seek support from the coldness, or whether it seemed that as long as she held it, she would still be safe, even if she faced The chess game suddenly overturned.

Even though he was confined to Hogwarts and most likely lost most of his magic power, Dumbledore's strategizing skills were still intact.

"What are they going to do to fight with fragmented forces or rely on the ancient magic of a few scattered tribes?" She was sure that such a huge possibility on another continent was a bluff. Even Dumbledore, a saint, would not be able to integrate so many intricacies in the short term. However, when thinking about the tribe, something seemed to flash through his mind, "Fudge, you made an unbreakable oath. If you are smart enough, you will stay on this boat. Even if you have a way to escape, The Imperius Curse can't save you. It seems that you have forgotten Greengrass' evidence."

She changed her usual gentleness and finally became harsh. The clues in their minds gradually took shape through this opportunity. Norway, they couldn't afford to lose it, and the situation in the rest of Europe was also critical. The East was still undecided, and Ivan and Barty Crouch Jr. could not easily move. The people gathered now The team can only reinforce one side.

Destroying the Alesund weapons and controlling Europe were not Dumbledore's main goals. After going around in such a big circle, almost half of the Order of the Phoenix's manpower was used to unite with the conservatives, just to forcefully separate them and attack them separately.

No matter how calm she was, she didn't feel frightened. They clearly knew Dumbledore's plan, but under the current situation, they had no choice but to follow his arrangements.

From the moment she met those eyes, she knew they wanted to be together.

"Let Dolohov and Rodolphus take the people they led. Yaxley immediately contacted the giants and Greyback. After raising those werewolves for so long, they must see some use. The Ministry of Magic immediately imposed full martial law. "Let the Muggle Prime Minister appease those Muggles. If you can lose the Ministry of Magic under heavy defense, you can replace a group of people." Tom Riddle was still high-pitched and cold, "I will go to Western Europe with them personally."

Mu Yu suddenly tightened his grip on him.

She didn't expect it, she didn't expect it at all... It was the most dangerous and real battlefield, with almost no one taking care of it. Although the tribes on another continent have always been hidden from the world, their background is no worse than that of the East. Several tribal leaders joined forces, fearing that even Dumbledore would not be able to resist them.

Fudge had already resigned and went to do what he was told. There was still a lot of mess to deal with within the Ministry of Magic.

"Tom."

Mu Yu hasn't called this name for a long, long time, so long that she even forgot the last time she called it. She only knew that she was more vulnerable than ever at this moment, so fragile that she couldn't even distinguish between the emotions involved.

In short, it will not be good, and it should not be retained.

She bit her lip hard, as if this could forcefully cover up the turbulent astringency in the corners of her eyes, burying layers of surging emotions.

"Take Nagini with you." Tom Riddle also showed no emotion at all, and lifted the broken hair from her forehead little by little, as if it was no different from the calculated soul fragments when they first met.

But everyone knows that there is no plan, no conspiracy, no trap in this sentence.

It's the brief flicker of the breeze, it's the accidental explosion of candles.

One of them just bit his lip and looked at Yingying's dim light, and the other just played with the locket again and again without looking at each other.

"Leave Northern Europe to me," she took the initiative to raise her head, but still refused to meet those eyes, as solemnly as if she was making an unbreakable oath, "it will be fine."

The meaning of the subject was unclear, and none of them wanted to go. Looking into it more deeply, I would rather leave the half-formed sentence there to take root until it rots.