Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 986 Run, Layla!
The noisy parade finally surged through like a tide, leaving a mess of leaflets on the street.

Passersby then noticed that there was a distorted corpse on the ground.

He lay on his back, eyes wide open, his long beard and hair disheveled on the ground, his pupils dilated, the last moments of shock and pain frozen on his face.

"what--!!!"

A piercing scream rang out in the street.

"Oh my god! Call the police! Call the police now!"

"What's wrong with him? Is it a heart attack?"

Passersby formed a semi-circle in fear, pointing and whispering, but no one dared to step forward.

Through the shop's glass window, Leila stared intently at the corpse. A chill ran from her feet to the top of her head, instantly freezing her blood and breath.

Her body trembled. Suddenly, the chickens around her seemed to have changed their faces. Their screams, fear and indifference were like masks, hiding a ferocious intent full of murderous intent beneath!

Without the slightest hesitation, and without wasting any time to take a second look or go forward to confirm anything, she turned around abruptly and, like a startled rabbit, used all her strength to rush toward the nearest subway station entrance, quickly disappearing into the depths of the staircase leading to the underground labyrinth.

……

Inside one of the guest rooms in the hotel building diagonally opposite.

Antoine stood by the window, watching a procession pass by as usual, before Fontana became a corpse. A rare look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Fontana... just like that, dead?"

His tone was incredulous: "That was the headmaster of Iphamoni, a master of ancient runes and defensive magic, a cunning old fox... and he was killed so easily?"

Antoine even felt a little unreal.

In his mind, dealing with an opponent of Fontana's caliber should at least be a fierce magical duel, and might even require paying a considerable price.

Alternatively, Grindelwald himself might have to take down that person.

But now?

He didn't send out a single UMNO member, and Vad didn't personally intervene, yet that powerful enemy died.
Wade stood beside him, also watching the crowd gathering on the street below, and the corpse covered in footprints.

Upon hearing this, he chuckled softly and asked in return, "What? Should we arrange a grand funeral for him?"

Antoine was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head and said, "That's not what I meant. I just think... the ending was too rushed, such a powerful wizard..."

Wade said, "When Alastor Moody was teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts, he once said... No matter how powerful a wizard is, he must always be vigilant, or he will not be far from death."

Antoine: "...That lunatic?"

When he took Salem students to Hogwarts for the competition, he also worked with Moody for a period of time and witnessed firsthand the old man's bizarre behavior due to his excessive vigilance and paranoia.

“He actually has a point,” Wade said. “Anyone who lets their guard down and underestimates the people around them becomes as vulnerable as a baby.”

Wade's gaze swept over the passersby on the street, and he said, "If these people had suddenly shot him, or secretly stabbed him with a dagger, or even reached out to slit his throat, could Fontana have dodged it?"

"Highly unlikely."

"It's just that in that situation, there was a high chance he would be rescued."

As the headmaster of a magic school, Dumbledore faced the most brutal struggles. Even in his old age, he continued to think, plan, and fight. His fighting instinct never disappeared from his body.

And what about Fontana?
He did indeed possess many profound spells, but he always lived in a very peaceful and respected environment, and he was never affected by causes of death such as shootings, robberies, murders, or car accidents.

Even after falling to the point of becoming a wanted fugitive, he still lacked a true sense of crisis and subconsciously believed that strangers would not harm him.

In the distance, the piercing sirens of police cars grew louder and louder, quickly converging on the street where the incident occurred—there was a police station nearby, so their reaction time was fast. Antoine clicked his tongue regretfully: "What a pity... only Fontana is here, but Leila isn't. Did they get separated?"

Wade gazed at the subway entrance a few dozen meters away and whispered, "Don't worry, she can't get away!"

……

The subway passage was dark and noisy, filled with all sorts of strange-looking Muggles. Some were dressed like walking tomatoes, some were covered in metal objects, some were covered in tattoos, and some would suddenly let out a strange scream or do a couple of somersaults.

Leila strode through the crowd, her heart pounding as if it were about to shatter her ribs.

She didn't know what had happened to Fontana—poisoning? A curse? Or some kind of deadly black magic, like a killing spell?

Whatever it is, she was 100% certain that the person who killed Fontana was mixed in with the Muggle parade, and might even be dressed up in this strange outfit!

Now, every person who brushes past her, every glance that falls unintentionally, makes Leila tense.

Her face was pale, her eyes darted around in terror, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her cuffs. She stood out conspicuously among the hurried passengers.

A police officer noticed the old woman's unusual behavior.

The experienced policeman did not lower his guard because the other party was old and weak. With his hand on the pistol behind his waist, he walked through the crowd and headed straight for Leila.

But the police didn't notice that as he took a step, a passenger behind him also stepped forward almost simultaneously, a cruel grin spreading across his face, his eyes fixed on Leila.

When Lyra met his gaze, a thunderous explosion went through her mind, and a sense of crisis surged forth like a tsunami—

Don't let him get close!

He can't catch us!

Get close and you're dead!

The image of Fontana dying with his eyes wide open flashed through her mind, and Leila suddenly screamed and turned to run away!

"Wait! Madam, stop right there!"

The police immediately gave chase. Lyra's wand slid out of her sleeve and then flicked sharply—

"boom--"

A vending machine exploded, scattering fragments everywhere. Various beverage cans rolled all over the floor, and cola sprayed out with a "pfft," filling the air with a sweet aroma.

In an instant, the surrounding crowd was gripped by panic.

"exploded!"

"Run!"

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

The crowd screamed and cried as they surged toward the exits. Chaos reigned in the passageway; even the police were running for their lives and had no time to question Leila.

Taking advantage of the situation, Leila, like an eel, darted against the panicked crowd and quickly slipped into a narrow passage nearby.

The entrance to this passageway was marked with warning tape to keep passengers out, so the passageway was empty except for a cleaner who was bending over and sweeping the floor.

Leila panicked and, without looking, tried to sprint past the cleaning truck.

Just as the two brushed past each other, the cleaner's hand, which had been hanging by his side, suddenly rose, revealing a silenced pistol in his hand, the dark muzzle almost pressed against Leila's side!

(End of this chapter)