Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

Roland was awakened from his sleep. Noisy noises came from outside the tent. Roland felt confused and upset.

"Roland! Come out quickly, something big has happened!" Padrick rushed directly into the tent with a look of panic on his face.

Padrick is usually stern and always has a poker face, exactly like the student named Minsk at Hogwarts. If he hadn't already known that Padrick had a daughter, Roland would have thought that the student named Minsk

The student is Padric's child.

However, at this time, Padric, who had always been calm and calm, was so panicked. Roland couldn't help but feel nervous, and said to himself: "Fake! Isn't it the boy Vijay who caused trouble again? He just came back and started again!"

Are you seeking death?"

"What's going on?" Roland asked as he walked out.

However, Roland was confused as soon as he walked out of the tent.

The magic circle that was originally isolated from the strong wind was now in full bloom. However, it was not the strong wind that was isolated, but the huge waves that had already submerged the magic circle.

Damn it! I just slept, why did I get flooded!? No, it’s not a wasteland, where did so much water come from? The sea of ​​blood poured into the wasteland? It’s not scientific! No, it’s not even magic!

This is not logical at all!

"I don't know the specific situation. There was a heavy rain just now, and it quickly flooded the camp." Padrick explained: "Moreover, my spiritual sense sensed that there was extremely powerful magic not far away.

Fluctuation, it is likely that someone is fighting!"

"Even if I attack with all my strength, I won't be able to cause this kind of scene... Could it be that there is a domain-breaking powerhouse who attacks with all his strength regardless of the space suppression of the Bone Burial Ground! I really don't want my life, but I am afraid that the will of death left here will pay attention.

Did you get to him?" Roland thought with a gloomy face.

Doing the math, there are only a few realm-breaking powerhouses who have entered the ruins. Roland himself is one, Grindelwald's apostle Credence is one, the corrupted bishop Boris is one, and the rest are a few.

The high-end combat power of the Ghost Bishop of the Eye of Danatus, Slughorn of Hogwarts, and Padrick of the Knights of the Round Table are only close to the realm-breaking level.

Even including those who were close to the realm-breaking level, only six people could cause such a wide range of damage. However, as far as Roland knew, it was impossible for him and Padrick to participate in the battle since they were in the camp.

Credence and Professor Slughorn were also in the camp, and just now Roland saw the two of them busy repairing the magic circle.

Then the only ones left are Ghost Bishop and Boreth.

"Is it possible that the two of them are fighting? It shouldn't be, hasn't it been planned a long time ago? We will attack the Ghost Bishop the night after tomorrow. Could it be that the conflict broke out in advance?" Roland thought in his mind, looking towards the magic not far away.

Walking to the edge of the array, the magic array there is a little unstable and needs to be repaired in time.

Roland and Padrick were busy repairing the unstable magic circle, and there was a trace of sweat on their heads. At this moment, a chubby figure walked over quickly.

Roland turned around and saw that it was Professor Slughorn: "Professor, why did you come to us if you didn't repair the magic circle?"

"Did you see Vijay?"

Padraic: "...Here we go again!"

Roland: "...I just guessed..."

Professor Slughorn finally discovered that Vijay and the others were missing. At this time, Slughorn was the tallest of two, and he was complaining incessantly.

"You brat, can't you just calm down!!!"

At this moment, at the edge of the camp's magic circle, an old man wearing a black hooded robe appeared. The huge waves and strong wind could not shake him in the slightest.

After discovering this man's traces, Slughorn and others stepped forward in time.

Slughorn: "Corrupted Bishop! Boreth? What are you doing here?"

Roland: "Bureth! It's not you who fights the ghost?"

Burleth's face changed slightly, and he quickly looked at everyone: "You are all in the camp, who is fighting in the distance!? From the direction, it should be the ghost's crypt!"

"Let's go! Let's go over and see what's going on!" Professor Slughorn said and was about to walk out of the camp.

At this time, Joanna, the president of the Beauxbatons Student Union, grabbed Professor Slughorn: "Professor, what will you do if you leave the magic circle here!?"

"Is this how Beauxbatons trains students? The school trains you so that you can stand on your own, instead of always hiding behind the teacher! You should ask yourself why they in Minsk can stand on their own, but you can't!" Slager

Professor Horn said, with a look of hatred on his face: "All of you have learned how to repair the magic circle, now is the time for you to use it! Together, you can repair the magic circle, enough to withstand the huge waves in front of you!"

After saying that, Professor Slughorn walked towards the outside of the magic circle.

…

Undead ferocious beasts cover the sky and the sun, and the undead army is fearless. Kraken sits in the atrium and beats the undead army with his tentacles. Under attack from both sides, the Ghost Bishop also feels the pressure doubled.

"How can that little monster drive so many undead souls... He can't have so much magic power!" The Ghost Bishop looked at the ferocious beast that covered the sky and cursed angrily.

At this time, the three-eyed black crow of the undead, which had been completely black, floated above the ghost bishop's head. The next second, he uttered human words: "Old immortal, you are a young man and I am the same as you. It takes magic power to drive the undead?"

I am trying to convince people with my virtue, so that they will help me willingly!"

"What kind of method is this!?" The ghost bishop was guarded by the undead army in the center. He was not worried about being injured for the time being. He was still a little surprised when he looked at the three-eyed crow hanging above his head.

"The mysterious method of deceit, sending the spirit to transmit the message!" The three-eyed crow continued: "Anyway, we can't tell the winner in a short time, so let's just talk..."

"What do you want to do?"

"Stop communicating with the false gods, I can leave you intact!"

"Hahaha, the Lord God will eventually take back power, and you ants will all die by then!"

"You are really stubborn." Qin Weijie's voice came out, and then he said sternly: "The era of the gods has ended long ago! Why do you have to kill living beings for your imaginary beliefs? Your main god has already gone crazy. I have been in contact with him.

Several times, that guy was mentally ill. When he came to the world, he sacrificed countless creatures on the cliff and turned the world into a lifeless world of the undead! Is this what you want?"

The Ghost Bishop's eyes were beating with icy blue soul fire without any fluctuation. It was obvious that Qin Weijie's 'Mouth Escape' was still not as good as Naruto's. The attribute of the Enlightenment Mouth Escape was not full and had no effect at all.

"Ignorant ants~ The end is coming but you don't know it! Without God's blessing, the present world will eventually be swallowed up by the 'dark side'. The 'corrupted gods' and 'old gods' are about to awaken. When they come to the present world, civilization will finally

The fire will be extinguished."

"What do you mean!?" Qin Weijie controlled the three-eyed crow and asked.

"It's a waste that you are still a remnant of China, you don't even know these things! Go back and study history... No! You have no chance to explore the secrets of the past! Because you are destined to die here and become the shepherd of the Lord God!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the lich-turned-ghost bishop slowly raised his hand. His palm was obviously close to four or five meters away from the three-eyed crow, but the three-eyed crow seemed to be tightly grasped by a palm. The next second, the ghost ghost

The bishop held his hand in vain, and the soul fire in the eyes of the three-eyed crow stagnated for a moment, and then was crushed to pieces.

On the other side of the battlefield, Qin Weijie withdrew from the state of 'transmitting messages from the spirit', with the Ghost Bishop's doomsday prophecy like a curse still lingering in his mind.

"The dark side swallows...the corrupted gods~the gods of the past are about to awaken?...the Chinese survivors?" Qin Weijie muttered: "Fuck! Go to your uncle's Chinese survivors! I left you uncle...China is still fine!

"

Although Qin Weijie still spoke openly, he had already remembered the 'doomsday prophecy' in his heart, and began to plan that after he got out of here, he would find an opportunity to study the secret ancient books. Qin Weijie always felt that those

The secrets left in the long history involve an extremely terrifying threat.