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Chapter 125: Obliviate
🕑 Added 2026-01-06 16:00:12 +0000 UTCWanda’s face went blank with exasperation. Her cheeks flushed red as she looked at Harry, visibly at a loss, her eyes full of embarrassment.
But she still stayed rational. “What do we do now? If we barge in, the plan will probably get exposed. Can you take both of us out with a portal?”
Harry immediately understood what she meant. If sounds that obscene were coming from inside, it definitely wasn’t something one person could produce.
The existence of that kind of noise meant there were at least two people in the room. As for whether it was a man and a woman, two men, two women, or some even more complicated combination—anything was possible.
Which also meant that right now, in Pietro’s room, besides Pietro himself, there was at least one other person.
And their goal at the moment was to escape this base. They absolutely could not let anyone else find out what they were doing. If they were discovered, they’d likely be surrounded. And if Harry couldn’t bring them out together, escaping after that would be nearly impossible.
Harry smiled, signaling Wanda to relax. He waved a hand calmly. “I already told you—I’m a wizard. And magic can do anything.”
How other wizards were, Harry didn’t know. But for him, magic truly did have infinite possibilities—something genuinely capable of anything.
The chaos magic flowing in his body was like a wish-granting machine. The more total power he could control, the stronger that “machine” became.
Maybe one day, he really could say:
Let there be light!
And then there would be light.
Harry stepped forward and lightly knocked on the door with his knuckles.
But the noise inside didn’t weaken at all. The frantic rhythm was like it had been wound up with a spring, completely unaware of the disturbance outside.
Clearly, whoever was inside was fully immersed and hadn’t heard the knocking.
Harry stood quietly at the door, listening as the sounds not only failed to die down, but actually grew even more intense. He looked helpless, the corner of his mouth twitching.
Sure, the scene was a little out of the ordinary, but it wasn’t totally unimaginable either.
Pietro already had about thirty percent of Harry’s vibe—making that kind of commotion was normal!
“Looks like we’ll have to do this another way,” Harry muttered.
He quickly cast a silencing spell. Invisible magic spread outward from him, wrapping the area tightly to ensure no sound leaked out.
Then he drew his wand. The motion was smooth and elegant as he aimed the tip at the door and said softly:
“Reducto!”
In the next instant, a deafening explosion erupted inside the room. The shockwave from the blast nearly tore the door off its hinges.
The door shook violently, creaking and groaning as if it might rip free from the frame and collapse onto the floor at any moment.
But Harry’s pre-cast silencing spell did its job, sealing every bit of sound within the area.
No matter how thunderous the explosion was inside, the outside world remained dead silent, and no one noticed a thing.
That sudden blast finally forced the two people “fighting hard” inside to stop—entering an impromptu halftime break.
Immediately after, the room filled with tiny rustling noises—fabric scraping, hurried footsteps.
Then an angry shout shattered the brief silence:
“Damn it! Which bastard is interrupting me at a time like this?! If this isn’t urgent, I swear I’ll make you regret it!”
The next moment—bang—the door was yanked open.
A handsome young man with short, light-blond hair appeared in Harry’s view.
Pietro saw Harry and abruptly stopped, sizing up this strange man. Then he got even angrier.
“Who are you? I don’t know you. What do you want with me?”
Harry didn’t answer. He leisurely stepped back, revealing Wanda—who had been blocked by his body the whole time.
The instant Pietro’s gaze landed on Wanda, the anger on his face visibly faded.
He sighed helplessly, rubbed his forehead, and said with a wry smile, “Alright, Wanda. So it’s you. What do you and this guy want with me? Next time, don’t scare me like that—otherwise your little brother’s happiness for the rest of his life is going straight down the drain!”
Wanda ignored Pietro’s complaining and looked into the room.
On the messy bed sat a woman, half-dressed, hair in disarray, her face still flushed with lingering heat. She fumbled frantically with her clothes, her eyes full of panic and embarrassment.
The moment Wanda saw her, anger flared across her face. She raised her voice and scolded:
“Pietro, how many times have I warned you? Stop messing around with women like that! They’re not good people!”
Pietro clicked his tongue, completely unconcerned. He never listened when his sister lectured him, and he shot back immediately:
“No, Wanda, you don’t get it. Sure, Katherine, McCoy, Sofia—yeah, they only got close to me to take samples from me, and they’re up to no good. But Della is different from them. She truly loves me!”
Right then, they heard a sharp bark beside them:
“Petrificus Totalus!”
A gray flash streaked through the air. Della’s body froze instantly, as if time itself had congealed. She went rigid on the bed, unable to move.
The clothing she’d been using to cover herself slipped from her stiffening hands as her arms dropped, exposing pale skin—and the situation became instantly awkward.
Pietro saw this and glared at Harry in fury. With a roar, his body turned into a blur as he snapped a punch toward Harry’s cheek, so fast the air itself whistled.
But before he could even get close, Harry casually flicked his wand.
In the next second, Pietro was floating in midair against his will.
He flailed wildly, limbs kicking and punching at nothing, but he couldn’t break free from the mysterious force binding him. He looked ridiculous and miserable at the same time.
When he realized it was hopeless, Pietro stopped struggling and shouted at Harry:
“You bastard! How dare you attack Della?! I’m going to make you pay!”
Compared to him, Wanda was much calmer.
She already hated women like Della. She knew they only approached Pietro to take samples from him—there wasn’t any real feeling involved.
Only someone as love-addled as Pietro would believe a HYDRA woman.
Listening to Pietro screech nonstop, Wanda got annoyed and snapped:
“Shut up, Pietro. Be quiet! Harry definitely has his reasons—stop causing trouble!”
Pietro froze on the spot, like he couldn’t believe his ears.
He slowly turned his head, eyes wide, full of hurt and confusion. He spoke in a wounded, sorrowful tone:
“No… Wanda, how can you do this to me? I’m your own brother! And you’re scolding me for some outsider?!”
Wanda couldn’t let Pietro clash seriously with Harry right now. If Harry got annoyed and changed his mind about taking Pietro with them, everything would be finished.
She couldn’t just abandon her brother. And besides, with Della present, she’d already seen Harry—HYDRA would notice something was off soon. Their actions were basically exposed already.
If Harry got angry and walked away, she and Pietro would probably die in this HYDRA base.
Thinking of that, anxiety flickered in Wanda’s eyes. She stared at Pietro with a stern expression, and under his sister’s pressure, Pietro visibly retreated. Only then did Wanda speak in a heavy voice:
“No, Pietro. How can you talk about Harry like that? He’s not an outsider.”
“You… you… you…” Pietro’s eyes bulged. His mouth fell open as he shakily pointed at Wanda, then at Harry, his voice rising into a shriek.
“Don’t tell me you two are already together?! Is that why you’re acting cold to your own brother?!”
He clutched his chest, face pale, looking like he’d just been stabbed in the back by his own sister.
Wanda’s face went even darker. She forced down her anger, sighed helplessly, and said:
“What are you even thinking? Harry is here to save us! He’s not an outsider—he’s our lifesaver. If you don’t want to leave this hellhole, then stay here. I’m not forcing you.”
Pietro’s eyes lit up.
He had long since gotten sick of this lightless HYDRA base. He wanted out.
Sure, there were plenty of beautiful agents here who knew all sorts of “fun tricks,” but he knew the outside world was the real wide-open sky.
Why give up an entire forest just for a few trees?
So he instantly perked up, and his attitude toward Harry did a full one-eighty.
Even so, he insisted stubbornly, “Della is beautiful, kind, gentle—she’s sincere with me. If we leave, I’m bringing her too. Mr. Potter, please. After this, no matter what you ask of me, I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”
“You—!” Wanda nearly exploded at her hopeless romantic of a brother.
At that moment, Harry said nothing. He walked straight to Della and slowly reached out.
Pietro’s eyes went bloodshot. He roared, “What are you doing?! Stop! I’m right here!”
But Harry had no intention of stopping. He calmly searched Della and pulled out a small mechanical device.
Tossing it to Pietro, Harry explained:
“That’s a signal transmitter. If I’m not wrong, the moment she presses it, HYDRA agents will rush in and surround this place immediately.
Just like your previous girlfriends, Della is also an agent assigned to monitor you. She doesn’t feel anything for you. It’s all an act.”
“…” Pietro’s expression turned ugly. He looked at Della with grief, but he didn’t deny Harry’s words.
Clearly, he knew Harry was telling the truth.
Being fooled again, love-addled Pietro was heartbroken.
Even simps get hurt. Why does everyone do this to me?
The moment he saw the transmitter, the anger and resentment on Pietro’s face vanished, and he drooped his head like a beaten dog.
Harry watched silently. He didn’t say anything—he simply raised his wand and aimed it at Della, speaking in a low voice:
“Obliviate.”
In an instant, invisible magic wrapped around Della, peeling away and erasing her memories of them bit by bit.
When he finished, Harry turned around and met Wanda’s expectant gaze.
Harry’s lips lifted into a warm, sunlit smile. He raised a hand and gave a gentle wave. The air rippled strangely, and a portal slowly opened.
His voice was calm and soft, like a spring breeze.
“Alright. It’s all handled. Time to go.”
Under Wanda’s curious gaze—and Pietro’s reluctant backward glances—the three of them stepped through the portal one after another.
Light flashed.
Their figures vanished from the heavily guarded military base, and in the blink of an eye, they appeared at Harry’s seaside villa.
