Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

Allen fell backward and lay directly on the ground, staring at the grey sky above his head, breathing in a big mouth, like a fish jumping from the water to the shore, the helplessness and pressure that made him helpless. Almost suffocating. He turned his head and wanted to ease this unprecedented sense of gray defeat. His eyes passed through the black fog shield, and the gray wilderness hit his eyes.

In the gray wilderness, there are gray silhouettes. They are expressionless, they will not cry or laugh, and they cannot read any emotional changes from his face. The only thing that can be noticed is that they are surrounded by despair and endless despair. These standing figures succumb to the depression in the nature of this world. From time to time, some dark figures become an irregular group of soul energy. In the distance, flying high, it was the meteors that Allen saw when he landed.

A strong sense of familiarity struck my heart, and Alan, who observed the scenery outside, realized that this was not the first time he stepped here. This gray space, the stagnant, expressionless figure, stayed longer and wanted to leave. The feeling of having fewer desires ... is exactly the same as the world he saw in the mind of Dementor through the Dementor when he conducted the Dementor experiment. This area is not like a human, because it does not belong to the human world-here is the underworld? !

When those soul energies occasionally flew by his side, Allen observed through the improved potions of the attribute potions that the warped faces of those people were looming in this group of soul energies.

"Where is this, and what's the matter with you?" Allen shouted screamingly at the souls without giving up any possibility.

Some of the faces in Soul Energy are as dull as dead fish and ignore him, while others are different. Allen clearly sees that the mouths on the faces in Soul Energy are united together, as if telling him something, but because of those gray The smog of the haze not only limits the line of sight, but also suppresses the distorted sound. Allen can't hear what they are talking about—and he is not sure what the other person is saying.

After trying inner communication again, he found no effect on these souls. Allen ’s fists fell on the black land. He used the original way of screaming again, and tried to recognize the meaning of those twisted lips. : "Aloud, what are you talking about?"

However, a strange sound came into Allen's ears, and the sound came from a distance like a tide. Alan opened his eyes wide and looked sideways, trying to see the source of the sound, but too far away, the gray mist blocked his sight, and he could only see some fluctuations in the distance Uncertain black waves move slowly in the distance.

Alan closed her eyes in frustration, and a heart kept sinking. Was she trapped here? Let the sense of despair that he keeps pouring out despite his best efforts to control himself, and absorb his energy little by little?

It didn't take long for Alan to open his eyes suddenly. He heard heavy, scattered footsteps, and the sound of metal armor rubbing between the actions. He climbed up from the ground, watching the sound alertly. Direction.

The sound became louder and louder, and through the fog some non-humans appeared in Allen's field of vision. The most conspicuous of these non-humans are the four knights in the middle, or it is more appropriate to call them death knights. They look like a rotten corpse with a black skull wrapped in decayed skin on their face. Shining two red lights. Some skeletons and zombies followed behind stiffly, and dementors wearing black cloaks floated beside them.

Upon seeing this, Allen only hoped that this black matter would not only imprison himself, but also protect himself from these near-zombie-like creatures. Unfortunately, these non-living creatures were completely unaffected by black matter, and they walked in directly.

Allen could not help but take a few steps back, not yet fully influenced by this world, he kept thinking about what spell he should use once there was a conflict, but how he looked, it seemed that there was little hope of surviving, a little hopeless. The ground entrenched in his heart.

"Witch, I'm here to collect debts from you!" A carved Viking half-face helmet with chain neck armour showed incomplete golden withered hair, and a death knight with a Viking braid on his beard went straight to Ai Lun approached. His voice was cold and empty, like an echo from the deep valley. As he approached, we could see that although the central part of his forehead was severely damaged, the facial features in front of him were quite handsome from the rotten flesh. His left hand held a huge round shield and his right hand held A Viking battle axe with a large hook, a chain mail robe on his body, and an already crippled beast skin waistband creaked as he walked.

"My Lord allows us to collect debts from you, and you will die today." The undead, who was at least a circle smaller than the Viking undead, dressed in an English-style decorative robes, and dressed in eleventh-century Muggle knights, also raised their hands. Knight sword. An arrow was inserted in the middle of one of his eyes, only the tail feathers were exposed, while the other eye looked at Alan ’s eyes, which was quite terrifying-the red in his eyes was obviously better than the other dead because of anger some.

The other two knights wearing their costumes of the same period were wearing nasal helmets, and one of them was extraordinarily strong, and he also took a knight's sword forward: "Although Lao Tzu actually received your favor-this It ’s not private resentment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ but you will die today. "In the end, the shorter knight just said:" Believers of false gods, you and I did n’t know each other before. "Then he raised his hands in short spear.

Alan, who had been on alert, could hardly understand, "What kind of debt is it asking me for? This is the first time I went to this place. What debt did I owe?" The accents are obviously from different countries ... other believers in the false gods? "It was too late to think carefully, and even some aggrieved Allen had to start first to be strong, before they attacked and released a flaming flame without a wand.

But the opponent rushed directly to Allen without even pausing. Allen pressed his lips tightly, but the spell he could cast without a wand would basically have no effect on the opponent, even if the common sense was undead. The flames that we are more afraid of can only make these enemies stagger a few steps at a time, and even prevent the other party from advancing.

The Viking warrior did not give Allen time to think, and he chopped his axe towards his left neck. Reluctantly leaning over, Alan hid and rolled on the spot, panting from the other party's pursuit, but the skeletons, zombies, and dementors formed a closed circle, surrounding him, and they turned to Ai little by little. As Lun approached, Allen had no way out.

The death knight who was dressed as an English knight also hurried over. The sword in his hand pierced Alan fiercely. Alan wanted to avoid it, but he was exhausted by the big man with the Viking warrior helmet. Stopped behind. Allen's head missed the opponent's attack, but the expected pain did not strike. The blue light film on his body protected him, and the other party stabbed continuously without hesitation, but in no way hurt Allen.