Goose feather-like snowflakes fell silently from the sky, and were then swept up by a strong wind. The figure that flew through the air had already disappeared at the end of the white snow.
All of a sudden, the man pulled up his flying broom, hovering in the air and looking down at the village below which was completely shrouded in thick freezing fog.
"Is this... caused by the Dementors?"
After a careful observation, Albert reached into the pocket of his robe, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at the large patch of freezing fog in front of him.
A strong storm swept up with the waving of the magic wand, ready to disperse the freezing fog that enveloped the village in one breath.
However, the strange fog only caused some ripples and showed no signs of being dispersed.
"Oh, that's surprising."
Albert was stunned for a moment, slightly moved his eyelids to look at the panel task called "Liberation" that had just been triggered, then looked up at the village shrouded in wind and snow, and fell into a brief silence. He probably had guessed what the situation was in this village shrouded in freezing fog.
"It looks like this is a trap specially prepared by the Death Eaters... Never mind, I'll handle it myself." He muttered.
Partly because he wanted to complete the mission that he had more experience with, and partly because he didn't want others to take risks.
If the fog cannot be dispelled, the association members will have to deal with the attacks of the Inferi in the fog, and casualties are likely to occur.
He came to investigate ahead of time because he didn't want any casualties among the association members. It was important to maintain high morale when facing Voldemort.
Otherwise, it was almost Christmas and Albert would not be bothered to run around.
After tapping himself with his wand, Albert tilted his broom and plunged directly into the mist.
The view in front of me was very bad. I couldn't see clearly what was happening within a few meters around me. I could vaguely hear some strange noises below.
It should be a corpse.
Those Death Eaters were simply crazy. They killed all the residents of the village and turned them all into Inferi.
Although this was somewhat related to the Society members' fight against the Inferi, Albert did not think it was his problem because even if he did not let the Society members eliminate the Inferi, the Death Eaters would still continue to create more Inferi.
Albert stopped on a higher roof, looking down at the Inferi on the street lit by the fire, and muttered, "Damn those guys."
It was right for him to come for reconnaissance in advance, otherwise once the association members broke into the village, they would probably be quickly besieged by the Yin zombies.
Well, you can actually ride a broom, but this freezing fog is also a hassle.
This freezing fog is very cold.
Even though Albert used magic to protect himself and could not feel the cold around him, the frost on his thick cloak and the ice and snow world filled with ice crystals around him were enough to show how cold it was here.
If Albert were to rely on himself, he would have no good way to deal with the environment here, unless he used the fierce fire to burn everything here including the frozen fog.
But Albert didn't want to do that.
The traces of using fierce fire are too obvious.
Moreover, in such an environment, Li Huo might be difficult to control, after all, this village is not small.
"Let's kill all the corpses here first!"
Albert pulled a specially made screaming doll out of his pocket, cast a spell on it to ensure it wouldn't freeze, and then threw it onto the street.
After the puppet landed on the ground, it bounced twice and split into two, then became four, and opened its mouth and kept making a weird "hehehe" laugh.
The corpses that were originally wandering around suddenly stopped and turned their heads to gather in the direction where the sound came from.
"These are probably the only Inferi around."
Albert took out his pocket watch and checked the time. Although he was a little disgusted with the speed at which the monsters were gathering, he still raised his wand and let a bone-chilling wind mixed with freezing air sweep across the street below.
The corpses that were gathered together by the noise began to move slower and slower, and the frost on their bodies became thicker and thicker. After a short while, they were frozen into ice. It looked like a disaster movie, extremely spectacular.
No, it was a disaster.
Or, that's what war is.
A bunch of lunatics.
Albert waved his wand again, causing the lifelike ice sculpture below to suddenly explode, without even having to deal with the aftermath.
Gather the monsters, destroy them, gather them again, destroy them again, repeating this several times until Albert completely wiped out all the corpses in the village.
If other association members were to clean up the village, they would probably have to proceed slowly in the terrible environment.
"This is probably the benefit of having power!"
After expressing his feelings in his heart, Albert turned his attention back to the village in front of him.
There's actually no problem staying here, but once the spell to repel Muggles around the village becomes completely ineffective, ordinary people will probably notice something unusual here.
Even if Albert wanted to reverse the freezing fog here, he didn't have a good way.
wrong!
etc!
Albert always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
What exactly is wrong
He raised his hand and tapped his head lightly, his eyes scanning the surroundings, finally landing on the detection watch on his hand.
The alarm light is still on, which means there are still enemies around.
The Inferi had not been cleaned up, yet... and the mission called "liberation" had not been completed.
"There is something unknown here." Albert stared at the direction indicated by the pocket watch and murmured, "Is it over there?"
"A trap, or..."
The unknown is scary.
Albert didn't want to take the risk, but his intuition told him that this was probably the mission.
"Go and take a look, but be prepared."
Albert waved his wand and summoned the old wand left on the ship. Although he was reluctant to admit it, he had to admit that at the critical moment, the old wand really made him feel at ease.
Hounds made of ice gathered in front of Albert as the magic wand was waved. They raised their heads, let out silent roars, and rushed towards a strange direction.
After he summoned his patronus to wrap himself up completely, Albert got back on his broomstick and flew forward.
The target of the detection pocket watch was a very ordinary house, no different from other houses in the village, but when Albert approached here, he always felt a strange feeling of difference.
That feeling was familiar, it was... Dementors.
That's right, Dementors.
It was the feeling of encountering a Dementor, a monster that would have an effect on the people around it.
They had similar feelings when they went to Azkaban to rescue the poor people who were captured.
It’s just not as strong as it is now.
Albert waved his wand, causing the hound running below to rush directly into the house. However, the hound did not make any noise, as if there was nothing in the house.
Nothing
Obviously not possible.
This is undoubtedly a bad omen.
Albert didn't plan to risk going in, so... he simply chose to use a spell to violently demolish the entire house.
When a series of obstacles such as the walls and roof were shattered by the spell, Albert finally saw the terrible monster hidden in the house.
It might not be appropriate to describe it as a monster, it was more like a nest.
That’s right, the nest.
The Dementors' lair.
It filled the original house like a black mist cocoon, and spread a strange feeling around, even affecting Albert who was protected by the Patronus Charm, causing some scattered sounds to ring in his ears.
Albert turned his broom around and backed away. The noise in his ears finally stopped and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Albert's intuition told him that the Dementors were most likely "hatching" offspring.
There was no record of how these monsters reproduced in the extensive books he had seen.
But all signs indicate that Dementors will multiply in large numbers in an environment with sufficient food, and the large number of Dementors now roaming the land of Britain is the best proof of this.
So, what to do with this thing
Now that I have encountered it, I can't just leave it alone. Moreover, it is suspected to be related to my panel task.
Use the Fiery Curse to burn them directly
But can the Fiendfyre really burn that black cocoon that looks like countless Dementors wrapped together
After hesitating for a moment, Albert finally did not try to use Fiendfyre first, but raised his wand and pointed it forward to use the Patronus Charm.
The ball of light condensed by the guardian god suddenly burst into white light, directly covering the black cocoon in front.
The next moment, a shrill scream came from the black cocoon, as if countless souls were wailing. What was even more strange was that the black cocoon began to surge, and hideous faces appeared one after another, which scared Albert who was paying attention to the changes in the black cocoon.
"this… "
Albert felt that he might have guessed the meaning of the mission "liberation", so he caused the ball of light condensed with the guardian angel to sink directly into the black cocoon.
The black cocoon trembled violently, but soon calmed down again.
"efficient."
Albert's eyes lit up, and he continued to summon his patronus, letting the light balls sink into the black cocoon one after another.
The screams became louder and louder, and the entire black cocoon was shaking constantly.
That thing couldn't hold on any longer, and while it was wailing, white light began to shine through the black cocoon, as if something was about to break out of the shell.
With a bang, the black cocoon suddenly exploded in white light.
Albert was shocked to the point of feeling dizzy and seeing double in front of his eyes.
He shook his head and stared in amazement at the soul emerging from the black cocoon.
The figures that looked a bit like ghosts and were made up of dense white smoke should be the residents of the village that were sucked away by the Dementors. Their faces were extremely hideous and they seemed to be enduring some kind of great pain.
After a while, the pain on those people's faces gradually disappeared, as if they had finally come to their senses. They all looked at Albert. A few souls bowed slightly to him, then turned around and disappeared.
Looking at those disappearing souls, Albert murmured, "They really deserve to die. None of them can be left alive."
After the black cocoon completely disappeared, the cold fog that shrouded the village was gradually dissipating, although it might take a long time for it to return to normal.
Looking at the completed panel task, Albert took a deep breath and urged his flying broom to leave this place of trouble.