Hogwarts: The Mafia Lord of Slytherin-Chapter 649: [] A Feast for Destiny

Charlotte and her group had already retreated. Looking at the purple mist drifting above the battlefield, tears welled in Sunny’s eyes. Charlotte went to Sunny’s side and patted her shoulder.

"Trust Master."

Sunny wiped away her tears. "I always have, but I’ve never hoped so much that Erwin is truly omnipotent!"

Harry Potter and the others were stunned. They had no idea what was happening. Hermione frowned, her gaze fixed on the battlefield shrouded in purple mist.

Charlotte turned to them. "I know you have questions, but save them. Our duty isn’t finished yet! Follow me—now!"

With that, she sprinted toward the outer perimeter. The trio exchanged glances, suppressed their doubts, and ran after her.

At this point, only one battlefield remained among the scattered clashes: the Cavendish family versus Julian Wang.

On that field, Julian Wang and Old Tom stood opposite each other, making no move. Old Tom stood with his hands behind his back, observing Julian Wang. Julian Wang frowned at the intricate array patterns covering the ground.

"What are you doing, exactly?"

Old Tom’s voice was calm. "Nourishment."

"Nourishment?"

"Yes," Old Tom replied. "Whether it’s me, you, or everyone else—we are all nourishment."

Julian Wang was exceptionally sharp. He processed the implication instantly. "You’re using everyone’s lives to fuel Erwin. Gathering strength to fight Emperor Zheng Qin!"

"Precisely," Old Tom confirmed. "Using their lives to gather power against Emperor Zheng Qin’s might."

Julian Wang looked at the runic formations. "Don’t waste your energy. The array is complete. This is the final step. No matter how strong you are—even Emperor Zheng Qin himself—cannot alter the outcome."

Hearing this, Julian Wang felt no alarm. Instead, he sighed with relief.

"What a grand, ruthless scheme. Sacrificing so many lives as fodder. Alas, if the Qin had a prince like you, our dynasty might have lasted ten thousand years! But Prince Fusu was too merciful. Even knowing our fate, we could find no way to break the deadlock. The other princes were even worse. Perhaps this is the Qin’s destiny. I only wanted to change it."

He looked up, his voice weary. "Believe it or not, I despise war. I am tired, so very tired. But the Qin is everything to me. I am loyal to its eternal reign, even if it means war. This is my fate."

Old Tom watched as purple mist began to curl around him. He landed softly, kneeling to scoop up a handful of earth. He inhaled deeply.

"This may be the last time I smell this world’s soil. I believe you—I don’t like war either. But like you, I have my destiny. We are loyal to our master, loyal to the Cavendish family. Whatever our master wishes, we obey. I once thought we weren’t righteous... but here we are, saving the world. The irony isn’t lost on me."

Old Tom laughed. Julian Wang joined him.

"Destiny is strange. If you survive, help me see what I’m like in another world. You might have the chance."

"Perhaps," Old Tom said. "If I do, I will."

Julian Wang nodded as the purple mist reached him. He brushed it aside, then stepped forward—willingly—into the haze. Resisting was pointless. The plan was in motion, and there was no escape.

He was Julian Wang. The mist consumed him in seconds.

Old Tom watched without expression.

"Our time has come. Are you ready?"

Behind him, the Cavendish family members slammed fists to chests.

"Ready to die for the Cavendish family!"

Old Tom smiled. He looked toward the horizon, where Erwin stood, and bowed deeply.

"Master, if we never meet again, I hope you see all your dreams fulfilled."

He stepped into the purple mist. The Cavendish members followed.

The battlefield fell silent. All combatants, save Charlotte’s squad, were gone.

Out at sea, the black mist around Emperor Zheng Qin dimmed. The next moment, he coughed blood. The black dragon encircling him dissipated. His tiger-like eyes swept the transformed battlefield, expression turning grim.

"What have you done?"

Erwin ceased his attack. He glanced at the battlefield. "With Your Majesty’s intellect, you should know."

Emperor Zheng Qin frowned. "You used everyone as nourishment?" He shook his head. "No—your body cannot support such power! No one can!"

Erwin smiled. "True, no one can withstand it. But what if we direct it?"

Emperor Zheng Qin froze. The ground trembled. His expression shattered.

"You dare attack the Qin’s destiny?! Our fate is bound to the entire world! Even if the Qin fell, its destiny endures. You’ll destroy everything!"

Erwin laughed. "Yes, I know. But with destiny intact, you won’t die—will you?"

Emperor Zheng Qin’s face paled. He spat blood.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Charlotte led her squad. Each wielded a scepter shimmering with purple light. Wisp after wisp of mist surged toward the tips as they swung relentlessly. Beams of violet energy shot out, shattering the nine massive bronze cauldrons arranged in a peculiar order before them.