Harry Potter Hello Dark Lord

At this time, the tavern no longer had the bustle of the past. For a while, everyone lost the ability to laugh, and the atmosphere in the tavern was so gloomy that it seemed extremely depressing.

The big man holding the beer didn't have time to notice the changes in the tavern. He only saw that the water stains on the glass began to condense quickly, and soon a thin layer of ice was attached to it.

The big man couldn't help but exhale, and the pure white breath was like the blue smoke filled with sadness, which was nothing more than that outside in the harsh winter.

Weird! Horrible! Cold! Ice-cold!

The big man couldn't help but retreat. The howling wind outside the house was mixed with the crackling hammering of hail. The sound of the wind was like a crying resentful woman, and the hail was like a desperate drum. The sound made people scratch their heads and scratch their heads, making them extremely depressed.

The tavern owner had already walked out of the bar, looking solemnly at the frozen glass and the thin ice extending from the corner. He couldn't help but touch his trouser pocket with his right hand. A willow wand in his trouser pocket was trembling uncontrollably.

It seems to be issuing a warning of danger.

"Ah! Outside the window, something flew past the window!"

The big man who was holding the beer at the door just now exclaimed, and the beer glass fell to the ground. The icy beer spilled all over the floor, and was quickly frozen by the freezing temperature.

No one present has ever seen such a weird situation. Most of them are greedy people and lawless people. They have been used to seeing people cannibalizing people all their lives. They have experienced strong winds and waves, but tonight's experience is strange.

It will be unforgettable for them all their lives.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and the door of the tavern seemed to have been hit by something, and there was a faint creaking sound. It was obvious that the door, which had been in disrepair for a long time, was about to fall into pieces.

At this time, everyone was staring at the door in horror. This broken door seemed to be their last life-saving straw. The door slut could block their greatest fear.

Although the biggest fear in people's hearts is often not the reality, but the unknown, but how many ordinary people in the world can face the unknown?

Something outside the house hit the door again, and with a bang, the door shattered and splinters of wood flew everywhere.

Everyone looked intently, and saw a hooded black figure suspended in the air breaking into the tavern. For a moment, the gas lights and incandescent lamps in the tavern were extinguished, and the darkness swallowed up the only light.

There were screams throughout the tavern, and everyone ran behind the bar like crazy. No one cared whether they stepped on their companions who accidentally fell.

The tavern owner looked at the black shadow suspended in the sky, feeling terrified in his heart.

Dementors, actually encountered a wild dementor here!?

No, not one!

At this time, the owner of the tavern saw the scene on the streets of the town through the door frame. Hundreds of dementors were flying in groups between the low wooden houses. At the same time, two more dementors entered.

Into the tavern.

The tavern owner hurriedly pulled out his wand, trembling, and confronted the dementors with eyes wide open: "Get away! Get away! Do you know who I am? This mine is an asset of the Knights of the Round Table!"

The dementor turned a deaf ear to the tavern owner's words, and still slowly flew toward him. The hideous and terrifying mouthparts opened, revealing sharp and yellowed teeth.

The Dementor's Kiss was a tear from the soul. The tavern owner collapsed on the ground counting cases, without any strength in his body.

Just when the tavern owner thought he was about to die on the spot, a hoarse voice sounded: "Go away, don't hurt innocent people! Remember the order I gave you!"

When the dementor heard the sound, he immediately stopped moving and looked back at the door. A black figure stood outside the door, and a rotten smell of corpse stench emanated from the black figure.

The dementors seemed to be communicating with each other. After a while, the person outside the door spoke again: "Are you from the Knights of the Round Table? Then kill them. Other ordinary people, you can only suck each other's happy emotions, but not harm their lives.

That’s the bottom line!”

After saying that, the black shadow at the door disappeared, and the three dementors turned around and continued to tear the hotel owner's soul apart, and a shrill scream spread throughout the town.

…

After walking through the streets of the town, we came to an excavated mine. The young man on horseback jumped off his horse and walked into the dark mine alone.

Not long after the boy left, the horse outside the mine suddenly became restless, its eyes full of fear, staring into the distance.

If it hadn't been tied to the stake by the reins, the horse would have escaped immediately.

Not long after, a mysterious man with a stooped figure wearing a tattered hooded robe appeared at the entrance of the mine.

The horse saw the fear in the other person's eyes, and it kept struggling to break free from the restraints of the reins.

The mysterious man walked past the horse, stretched out his slightly withered hand, and stroked the horse's body.

The mysterious man walked by, and the horse slowly lost its life. However, the next second, the dead horse stood up again, but there was no life in its eyes anymore, and a bright green soul could be faintly seen in its eyes.

flame.

This batch of horses has turned into a complete undead!

The mysterious man went deep into the mine. Whenever he walked by, there was deathly silence. It was not silence, but the pure death left behind. Even the weeds in the crevices of the rocks became withered when the mysterious man walked by.

The mine was very long, and the mysterious man went deep into the ground for nearly tens of meters. He walked around in circles for a long time and still had no end in sight.

The mysterious man took out a mirror from his arms and looked at it and said: "This is a mithril mine. No wonder the Knights of the Round Table care so much about this mine and actually let a Templar come to collect the minerals every month. President, what are you doing?"

look?"

A black-haired boy appeared in the mirror, with an uninhibited smile on his face: "How else can we look? Of course the good things must be snatched away! By the way, Minsk, have you found the Templar?"

"Not yet, the other party has entered the depths of the mine!" Minsk's hoarse voice echoed in the mine.

"Okay, are you sure you can do it alone? The other party is at the ninth level of magic!"

"That's enough. I'm only at the ninth level of magic power, and I still have the power of Death. If the Death inheritance given to me by the president can't kill even a Templar, wouldn't it be too useless?"

"Haha, that's true. I'm waiting for your good news."

"good!"

Minsk responded briefly and then continued to move forward.

Not long after, Minsk came to a huge mine. The center of the mine was filled with mithril minerals. A young man with a knight's epee on his waist stood beside the mithril minerals and heard Minsk's footsteps behind him.

, the young man turned his head suddenly.

"Who!?"

"The one who tolls the knell for you!"

The young man could feel the extreme malice in Minsk. He frowned and subconsciously clenched the hilt of the knight's sword with his right hand. The atmosphere between the two became tense for a moment.

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