Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

While Roland and Padrick were discussing, there was a sudden commotion in front of them. Although the sound in the distance could not be heard in the howling of the strong wind, the people present were all high-level wizards, and their spiritual senses were different from ordinary people.

The sky is full of sand and the hurricane is roaring, but I can still distinguish the movement around me.

"What's going on?" Padric asked his knights.

Not long after, a knight in heavy armor came forward and whispered: "The Ghost Bishop of the Eye of Danatus discovered a camp, and there seemed to be people inside! They all looked like students, and the surrounding area of ​​the camp was decorated

High-level magic arrays can effectively resist strong winds, and can even withstand the force of tearing space.

The Ghost Bishop was leading his men to rob the camp, and a conflict broke out with the students inside. There was already a melee, but it seemed that those students couldn't resist for long. After all, the Ghost Bishop was very powerful and had already broken through the territory in half a step.

A super strong man."

Padrick told Roland exactly what the armored knight had reported.

"Student? Is Vijay also in there?"

"I don't know. The specific situation is uncertain. Our people just made inquiries on the periphery and heard that Bores has led people to launch an attack on the Ghost Bishop. There should be a three-party melee first!"

The corner of Roland's mouth raised slightly, and the fight started again. It seemed that there was another good show: "Three-way melee? Where are Grindelwald's believers? Their number should be second only to us. What are they doing now?"

Patrick's face turned cold when he mentioned Grindelwald, and he looked towards the yellow sand in the sky not far away.

In fact, ever since he found out that his daughter Calanda was still alive and hanging out with Grindelwald, Padric had been paying attention to Grindelwald's believers who entered the ruins.

The first time Padrick entered the wasteland, he made people keep an eye on Calanda and the leading guy named Credence.

"Their reaction was similar to ours. They didn't interfere, they just watched from a distance."

"Oh! Well, let's go and see the excitement too!"

…

The temporary camp at Hogwarts was already in chaos.

The defensive magic circle arranged by Professor Slughorn did not add any anti-enemy or expulsion effects due to the rush of time. It could only withstand the strong wind and the space tearing energy in the strong wind.

The only useful effects are the illusions and expulsion spells arranged on the periphery, but such low-level magic may be effective against unintelligent undead, but it can only be regarded as a joke against experienced high-level wizards.

Alateng: "The cultists have already rushed in, and the leader is the guy named Ghost."

"How many people are here?" Minsk ordered other students to retreat toward the camp while looking at Alateng.

"Five! Not bad!" Alateng said, looking at the black burn marks on his arms: "I can resist three people, but I am no match for the ghost. His curse magic is too annoying.

Oh! The blood-crazed magic is always weakened in front of him..."

"Okay, luckily I had you just now, otherwise the others wouldn't have had time to retreat!" Minsk said, with a hint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes: "Others have already entered the camp, and it's time to make those intruders pay the price!

"

As he spoke, Minsk's rickety body suddenly stood up straight, and the black floor-length robe that covered his body was thrown aside by Minsk.

As the robe was thrown aside, what was underneath Minsk's robe was finally revealed. Under the robe, Minsk's neck and arms were covered with ten black hemp ropes, and ten black hemp ropes hung on the hemp ropes.

A ferocious dry, half-rotten head.

Because of the weight of ten heads and the need for robes to camouflage, Minsk always shows a rickety and gloomy appearance on weekdays. But now that the robes are gone, his rickety waist is straightened, and the face hidden under the hood is also revealed.

come out.

This is a face as white as snow, with almost no trace of blood. The brown eyes sometimes flash a hint of golden eyes, and the high bridge of the nose makes people look heroic. If this appearance is put into the 21st century, I am afraid that it will not be the same.

Fascinating thousands of girls, this appearance is no less impressive than Tom's.

Seeing Minsk take off his robe, Alateng licked his lips, with a fierce fighting spirit flashing in his eyes: "Haha! Minsk, you are finally serious!"

Minsk looked at the ten rotten heads hanging on his body and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "They have been longing for the taste of blood for a long time!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Minsk untied ten black hemp ropes and freed his bound head.

Ten heads broke free and flew around Minsk instantly. The black mist of death surrounded Minsk and the ten heads, which looked very strange.

…

At this time, the ghost bishop glared at Bores and Luonan with great anger. The only five remaining people in his party were severely injured again. One person died instantly in the sudden attack, and although the other one did not die, the entire left half of his body was damaged.

Already infected by Boreth's corrupting magic.

Half of his body was sore with pus, and it looked like he wouldn't live long.

"Bureth! This camp can't accommodate too many people, so killing those useless students is the most correct choice!" Ghost said in a hoarse voice, suppressing the anger in his heart.

Boris nodded: "Well! The magic circle was arranged in a hurry, and the strength of the person who arranged the magic circle did not break through that level. It is indeed unable to accommodate too many people. It can accommodate up to thirty people... I admit your point.

The approach is most in line with the current situation..."

"Then why do you still protect those students!?"

"No, no, no, I'm not protecting those students. I just want to kill you. I just let those students run away during the attack on you!" Burress said, as if he was stating a very important question.

Ordinary things.

The ghost was almost mad to death, damn! You want to kill this thing, how can it come out of your mouth as casually as discussing what to eat for lunch today! Hey! I say! Can you be a little bit of fate?

Basic literacy and respect for the enemy!

Although Ghost is angry, he really has no temper. In terms of numbers~ Okay! Let’s not talk about this; in terms of strength, Ghost and Burleth’s strength originally belonged to the same realm, but because of the purge of Burleth and the Scarlet Bishop

The plan resulted in the Ghost Bishop being severely damaged, and now he only has half a level of realm-breaking strength left, which is still a step below Bureth.

Damn it, everyone is not enough, and they are no match for each other in terms of strength. Although I am very angry, I can only swallow this breath.

At this moment, a black mist suddenly floated out from the depths of the camp. The black mist spread rapidly and enveloped the entire camp in an instant.

"Poison-Quenching Mist? Is it Vijay?" Burleth frowned slightly as he looked at the sweeping black mist: "No, Vijay's 'Poison-Quenching Mist' is gray-white, and there is no such rich poison in Vijay's mist.

The breath of death! Rot, curse, bone erosion, cold poison... the attributes of this 'poisonous mist' are much more sinister than Vijay's!"

Burleth is indeed an expert in the field of black magic. He can tell at a glance that this is the black magic 'poisoned mist', and he can identify its properties just by the smell of the mist.