Halbo's order is to hunt down all wizards who stay in the fog of London.
Yes, the order this time was surprisingly simple and rude. And the malice contained in it seemed to be stronger than ever before.
Kill!
This word, which sounds light in words but is extremely heavy in practice, lingers in the minds of most "apprentices". They held wands and wandered around in the gray mist, their eyes either stern, cruel, hesitant, or worried.
No one is born murderous.
Perhaps many of these so-called "apprentices" are not kind; but once they are asked to take the lives of others for no reason, they will also face numerous tortures stemming from their personality.
However, Herbo's order was absolute.
So far, the half-hearted people have been eliminated one by one by the supervisors appointed by Haierbo. The remaining ones are basically the kind of wizards who are eager to follow the "teacher" to gain power and strength.
Even if there may be some people who hide their personal thoughts very deeply, there must be very few left.
Therefore, even some of them hesitate when facing killing. But under Haierbo's order, they would still wave their magic wands and deprive him of his right to life again and again while his conscience was repeatedly condemned.
Death suddenly became common in this London fog.
Aurors and strikers from the Ministry of Magic have already been dispatched, struggling to resist the murderers all over London. However, they discovered that no matter whether these wizards still had a glimmer of kindness in their hearts or were vicious, vicious, cunning and cruel, none of them were weaker than them.
Not to mention, the other party often leads a group of strange helpers who are delirious and have inexplicably powerful spells.
After some mobilization, some of Maka's alienated Acromantulas were also thrown into the fierce battlefields. However, the most powerful petrifying vision of these spiders was always unable to be used to its full potential due to the obstruction of the fog, and the battle began to become stalemate.
At this moment, the Ministry of Magic can no longer take care of the Muggle world, which makes Scrimgeour's scalp tingle in the back.
"I hope the Muggle Queen and the old bishop can try their best to come up with a proper response plan!" - At this moment, Scrimgeour could only hope so.
But no matter what, the disaster in London is still going on, and this is most likely just the beginning.
…
"Avada Kedavra-"
Carter was originally just an ordinary orphan. Like Harry, his parents died at the hands of Voldemort. The only difference from Harry is that he was already ten years old on the day his parents died.
Voldemort's power and cruelty were deeply engraved in his heart from that day on. Day after day, year after year, that memory not only did not become the source of his hatred, but instead became a force that distorted his soul.
Carter began to become withdrawn, silent, but eager to be strong.
This morbid desire that mutated from fear forced him to work hard. Coupled with his already good talent, he gradually accumulated knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers.
However, just when he thought he was powerful enough one day, Voldemort was resurrected!
It was the day that Maka and Lockhart held the "Personal Audiovisual Conference". Carter sat in the middle of the audience and witnessed the return of Voldemort with his own eyes.
It is conceivable that at that moment, his mood was extremely complicated.
Carter didn't expect that the returning Voldemort was obviously more powerful than before! The scattered black clouds and the blazing and strange black flames were all terrifying black magic that he couldn't understand but was infinitely powerful.
However, such a powerful Voldemort was actually stepped on in the face by the ridiculous-looking Gilderoy Lockhart!
what is this? What do his efforts so far mean
Just when Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that invisibly hit his soul was far from over. Because right after that, when the ice crystal light pillar of Maca McClain cut through the night and pierced the sky, he was really desperate.
Therefore, when Carter met Haierbo not long ago, he was extremely excited.
That is an ancient wizard who has survived since ancient Greece! According to the clues written in various ancient books, we can know that that period was the era when wizard civilization was at its peak. How could the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be comparable to modern magic
In order to get Haierbo's personal teaching, Carter resolutely carried out every order given by the other party. He used his wisdom to secretly gather the wizards and wizards, and used the ancient magic rituals given by Haierbo to make ordinary wizards become followers under his control.
I have to say that he did much better than Martin, and there was no mistake in any link.
Not to mention, Carter has been alone since he was ten years old. He has no friends and no lover. There are no obstacles that will affect his efforts to "climb".
And today, he is one of the few "apprentices" who can commit to killing.
Even deep down in his heart, he might not be without hesitation, but his desire for power made him able to wave the wand without hesitation, spitting out streaks of green light from the tip of the wand decisively.
Until now, not to mention ordinary wizards and civilians, even several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have died one after another at his hands.
However, taking other people's lives wantonly does not come without a price.
As we all know, strong evil thoughts will make black magic more powerful, and in turn, each black magic will make the caster generate more and greater evil thoughts.
The killing intent and madness in Carter's heart are constantly accumulating, pulling him bit by bit into the endless abyss of darkness.
"Die-"
Suddenly, after Carter dodged the disarming spell cast by a dark wizard striker, he continued to rush forward without stopping, and then kicked the opponent in the stomach.
"Bang!"
After kicking the batter down, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he kicked the opponent hard several times again.
"Kill! Die! Kill... for Teacher Haierbo!" Carter glared at the striker who fell to the ground with bloodshot eyes, and shouted like a maniac, "Avada Kedavra—"
He almost pressed against the opponent's head and released the power of the killing curse. For a moment, green light shot out. Because the distance was too close, the impact even knocked him to the ground.
He hit the ground on the back of his head and it was painful, but the pain only aroused his ferocity.
The next second, he was seen quickly getting up from the ground. Without looking at the long-lost striker, he turned his head and stretched out his wand towards the wizard closest to him.
"Stop it, Carter! I'm—"
“Avada…”
"Damn! That guy is crazy!"
Seeing that he could not listen to his words, a wizard who was also an apprentice of Haierbo quickly jumped to the side and narrowly avoided the fatal green beam.
Fortunately, after Carter saw the other party lying on the ground, he suddenly changed his target and ran away in another direction.
A few seconds later, the wizard who fell to the ground heard a scream, and he didn't know who the unlucky guy was.
But when he raised his head and looked around, he discovered that it wasn't just Carter who was going crazy
Somehow, even the group of "believers" led by Carter seemed to be infected by his frenzied spirit, and they collectively broke into a violent riot.
In an instant, the number of magic spells in this battlefield almost doubled, and those crazy guys seemed to be desperate for their lives, swaying deadly rays of light everywhere.
"ah-"
Abruptly, Carter, the leader, suddenly raised his head, and an extremely suppressed roar suddenly spread in the endless fog.
…
When the first blood-curdling roar pierced the London sky, the nightmare began.
Maka, who had just walked to the entrance of St. Mungo's Hospital of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was suddenly pulled back from her confusion by the strange, crazy, and chilling roar.
"what happened?"
Hermione was stunned, and couldn't help but feel a little panicked, because she really couldn't imagine what kind of state a person would be in to make such an inhuman roar.
Although Luna on the side also instinctively felt uncomfortable, she still noticed Hermione's panic first, and then stretched out her arms to hug her gently.
"Uh... thanks, Luna."
Hermione pursed her lips, and then looked at Maka again - she hoped to get a somewhat reassuring answer from Maka.
"Well," Maka paused, then turned around and smiled a little reluctantly, "It's okay. Anyway, you guys go in first!"
"and you-"
Hermione obviously wanted to ask something else, but Luna, who was half-hugging her, shook her head seriously at her, and then pulled her towards the window of the red brick department store.
Ginny and Ron saw this and hurriedly followed.
But at this moment, two figures suddenly descended quietly from the gray mist in the sky and landed lightly next to Maka.
"Professor MacLean!"
A familiar voice made Hermione and Luna subconsciously stop and turn around, only to see that the speaker was Pansy Parkinson.
Behind Pansy, another figure wearing a gray-white cloak made Hermione and the others look at each other hesitantly.
"Oh, it's you two?" Maka saw this and immediately went to greet her, "Is it such a coincidence? Why are you here?"
"Because we were just opposite," Pansy said, and quickly shook her head, "Professor Maclean, actually I just wanted to ask this question - especially Miss Granger, why did you come to London? This place is too It’s dangerous!”