Harry Potter’s School of Invincibility

() Diagon Alley, Haierbo sat across from Allen and let his hands rest on the cobra-shaped walking stick.

Allen's back was straight, facing the faint pressure from the other side, his back was tight, feeling the blood flow was squeezed, and his head was dizzy, although Luna told himself that it was nothing but death. The incarnation of true power is not that the coming of the body does not constitute a real threat to them, but as a mortal, he can still feel the suppression of the identity of the true **** revealed by the other party.

"Do you want some?" In front of an incarnation of the true God, trying to hide his vigilance and discomfort, Allen pushed the menu on the stall in the direction of Haierbo.

At this time, the pressure that the other party caused Allen was different from the death that was seen in the underworld after entering the curtain. The death that he saw was almost impossible to look directly at. It seemed that he could suffocate him just by approaching it. It will make Allen's hair stand upright, and every cell will cry out to warn the opposite wizard that it is in full danger, but Allen still barely makes his actions seem normal.

Haierbo's eyes stayed on the brownie cake with only a little left in Allen's hand, and his hoarse voice was smooth: "euxαpiσt ?? (Thanks in Greek)."

"Two brownie cakes, thank you." Allen beckoned to the clerk and commanded the good menu to fly over.

The clerk quickly delivered two chocolate brownie cakes filled with walnuts and almonds. The difference in strength was too great. He could not perceive the existence of Haierbo. The freehand clerk had some joy, "It ’s an honor. Mr. Allen Harris can like our cake. "

Haierbo ignored the fork placed on the side of the cake and directly picked up the cake with his hand. Because he did not control the force, his fingers broke through the crispy shell on the surface to the fluffy part and pinched the cake. Inconsistent with the appearance that looks elaborately dressed, Haierbo bit off a piece of rudeness. He with a mouthful of cake froze for a while. He had n’t eaten any food for two thousand years and made him forget how to eat for a while. Dunfang just remembered that he should continue to chew.

After completely swallowing the cake in his mouth, Haierbo wiped the chocolate-covered fingers on the tablecloth: "If not baklava (Greek cut cake)."

Alan lowered his fork and adjusted a posture to make him look more relaxed. His body leaned on the back of the chair, and his back touched the real thing, which also supported his stressed body.

"That's not the power that mortals should control." Haierbo's crutches nodded in the direction of the temple.

"You used to be a mortal." Allen didn't like Haierbo's tone. The high tone revealed the other's contempt. Since he has mastered those arcane arts and obscure knowledge in recent years, It ’s been a long time since I ’ve been taken seriously.

"I've been a mortal. You should advise the false **** who is paying attention to us in the temple, and don't try to use deception to gain faith." Haierbo was calm and peaceful, not at all in the almost ironic tone of Allen. Moved, "Everyone has a death, death is a part of the life cycle, it is not the end, but another beginning; it is not a punishment, but an inevitable need in life."

Haierbo spoke like this, if Alan did n’t get the information about the Nether Scroll from Luna, it ’s not easy to understand what he was talking about, but the feeling of being ignored by the other party makes Alan even more annoyed. , Which helped him relax more when facing the other party ’s repression. His body leaned forward slightly and asked: “Do n’t you also get the priesthood in a similar way? Speaking, we are just to avoid letting you absorb the soul Never mind. "

Allen debunked his behavior of devouring the soul of the dead to strengthen his strength. Heilbo ’s emotions still did not produce any waves. He just calmly tried to guide Allen back to the correct path he thought: "Mortal, if you and that The pseudonym **** tried to escape death only for this reason. I have already corrected this error caused by my mortal nature. Death is just another way of existence. The mortal fear of death is only because of ignorance, and living will encounter more than death. Bad thing. "

Facing Haierbo's guidance, although Allen was puzzled, it seemed that he had not continued to greedily absorb the souls of the dead, and it seemed that he was only trying to complete the priestly work. Still let him refuse: "I think my own destiny is best controlled by myself, rather than putting hope on whether you will make mistakes."

Allen's words fell, and he couldn't help but lean on the back of the chair. The pressure caused by the gap between the power of the true **** and his mortal identity suddenly revealed by Allen made Allen nervous. The kind of suffocation that felt like falling into the deep sea tightly bound Alan, and the kind of oppression that felt like a pair of giant hands formed by death, mercilessly squeezed and kneaded the air around Allen's body, leaving no trace of space but It was different when I first met each other after the curtain, this time relying on the power brought by the Nether Scroll, he himself expelled the darkness of death, with the air of nuts and chocolate aroma on the brownie cake. He soon refilled his lungs.

"The Nether Scroll is also not the power you should master. Because the Arcanist of Netherriel has no restrictions on research, the prohibition from the gods also dared to break through, trying to steal the power that should not be held, and the whole world is almost destroyed. "The Grim Reaper also seems to realize that the power of his incarnation in the world has no effect on the little wizard in front of him. He still looks at Alan blankly, as if he did nothing just now," as long as the pseudo **** Give up her plan, you will no longer continue to practice knowledge that should not exist in the world, I can ignore your stupid attempt to live forever in the world. "

At this time, Hogsmeade Village.

Bayer waved his arm gently, as if to wipe out the life of the wizard in this village, as easily as blowing a piece of smoke. The dragon-like wings on his back vibrated gently, and he gradually flew upward, with a mouth widening around his groaning human head, and the hollow skeleton eyes made the people who saw them hairy and cold on the back.

Hearing Bayer ’s words, the wizards who had lost their ability to act from these skeletons seemed to see their own future, and despair filled the sky above Hogsmeade.

A strange and special tone came out of Bayer ’s mouth, and the sky slowly began to spread red light. Countless red ray-like rays of light were arbitrarily stirred, and the light slowly spread out, as countless fireballs were about to converge in the air Similarly, bright red occupies the whole sky.

The gusty wind ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ blew the thatched roofs on both sides of Hogsmead Street, even with magical reinforcement, some roofs were still overturned by this gusty wind. The wizard, who was deterred in place, was swayed by the violent wind, Hermione's messy hair was blown all behind by the oncoming gust, and her eyes could not be opened.

"No ... he is calling meteors ... this is a meteor burst! Meteor meteor falls, even a small piece is enough to destroy all of us ..." Three broom bar entrances, an old scarred wizard was horrified. Pointing at the anomaly in the sky, he desperately howled in vain. Once again, he tried to use the flyway powder and tried to escape with the fireplace. After finding that the connection between the flyway nets was also disturbed, he decided to venture out of the tavern and saw this. A scene.

The sky is red, and the red is getting thicker and heavier, like if you want to press the whole Hogsmead underground and hear the old wizard, the wizards flee in panic and want to rush out. Phantom shift range.

A terrifying gust of wind continued to pour in from the ears. In the panic shouts of the people and the roar of the wind, the old wizard collapsed on the ground, holding the tin wine bottle, shaking his hand and pulling the stopper to remove the remaining liquid. Fully poured into his mouth and whimpered: "It's too late ..."

Then, the air in Hogsmeade village, submerged in despair and screams, suddenly became silent.