Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Deep in the dark forbidden forest, the ghost bird cried shrilly, like a ghost crying.

There were also unknown small animals scratching the trees from time to time, adding a more terrifying atmosphere to the forbidden forest at night.

At this moment, a team of more than a hundred purple-clad witch police walked under the gnarled trees, led by Daniel.

They walked in neat steps and had solemn faces.

Some people were on guard around, while others had fluorescent wands in their hands.

A line of people in the back carried stretchers with various seriously injured and dying patients lying on them.

The team did not stop until they reached the territory of the eight-eyed giant spider.

They formed a semicircle and waited silently.

And more members of the black-clad witch army appeared in groups of three or five, rustling around, clearing possible threats.

Not long after, a group of spiders of different sizes surged from the direction of the eight-eyed giant spider's nest.

In the shadows, among the dense and swaying branches, on the twisted and tangled tree roots, countless pairs of bloodthirsty eyes flashed.

If a timid person saw this scene, he would be scared to death.

It has been a long time since Shaw came here to "cause trouble". After a year of recuperation, the eight-eyed giant spiders have recovered to a certain number under Hagrid's careful care.

Such a large-scale group of spiders appeared, and the purple-clothed witch police were panicked for a moment, and then they regained their composure.

When they saw a larger and stronger eight-eyed giant spider like a big house standing out from the crowd.

The witch police pointed their guard wands at the sky and greeted politely and neatly.

"Hello, sir!" *N

Because on the eight-eyed giant spider, their spiritual belief: Shor Black was standing in the wind.

Shaw, dressed in white, looked around Aragog, nodded and said.

"Today is a day of shame for Britain, but also a day of glory for you.

When all kinds of riots broke out, you were all brave and fearless, facing the enemy head-on, without a single deserter or coward.

I am proud of you!

Many of you may have been shameful thieves or dark wizards hiding in the dark,

But now you are British heroes, and you are making your own contribution to the greatness of wizards again.

Yes, we also lost many comrades today.

We remember those friends who have passed away, but we should not be sad.

Because their names will definitely be remembered by history and live in everyone's hearts forever!

The road ahead is full of thorns and bumps, but we still have to forge ahead!

Wizards will be great again!"

Shor's brief speech infected the wizards with passion, and they shouted at the top of their lungs!

"The Wizarding Society is great again! Long live Black!"

"The Wizarding Society is great again! Long live Black!"

"..."

The uniform shouting made the canopy of trees above rustle, startling large flocks of resting birds.

The spiders not far away were also trembling with fear at the terrifying momentum.

Shaw was very satisfied with his increasingly contagious speaking skills, and raised his hand to suppress it.

The subordinates obeyed the order and immediately fell silent, looking at the leader enthusiastically, looking forward to the next trip.

Shaw waved his hand calmly, and dozens of stretchers behind the crowd were suspended, floating one by one between the crowd and the spiders.

Barty Crouch, the director of the International Exchange Department, was among them. His eyes were closed, his face was as pale as paper, and his breathing was very weak.

A dark wound on his chest was very glaring.

When he got up in Hogsmeade in the afternoon, he was not killed by the sneak attack like Borgin and Burke because of his strong magic skills.

Then he began to command the stationed personnel to counterattack without panic, and led the charge himself.

However, Barty was seriously injured and dying under the enemy's targeted list and various bombardments.

Shaw looked at the seriously injured wizard on the stretcher with guilt and pity in his eyes.

"Everyone knows that our great ideals have hurt those ignorant and stubborn bugs, so today's attack was within our expectations.

But after all, there is a reason why I, the commander, did not consider it carefully.

These are brave and fearless warriors, and they are our role models.

And courage should not be tortured by illness, or even watch them die of serious injuries."

Many people spoke up to comfort them.

"Sir, you have done a good job. We must beat those bugs!"

"Yes, there are always casualties in war. We have no regrets."

"The compensation given by Sir is the best in the world. The brothers who were injured and killed will not blame you."

Shor waved his hand and continued loudly.

"Thank you for your understanding, but I have to make up for my mistakes.

I have a technique that can restore the seriously injured.! Although the price is high, in order to reward the fearless warriors, I, "

He said, and began to make complicated and mysterious gestures with his hands. A layer of sweat gradually seeped out of his forehead, and his face became paler and paler.

With him as the center, waves of green mysterious magic power rippled.

The eight-eyed spiders seemed to know what was about to happen, and they squeaked and retreated in panic.

"Squeak! "

But under the warning and command of Aragog's large claws, thousands of spiders struggled with their eyes and their long limbs trembled.

Finally, they all stopped retreating. This was obviously a kind of suppression of ancestral blood.

Then green ripples covered the spider group and quickly penetrated into their bodies.

In a flash, a larger and more vibrant green mist rose from the bodies of spiders of all sizes.

The green mist was divided into dozens of strands and poured into the bodies of these dying wounded one by one.

The wizards standing nearby just took a shallow breath of the dissipated green mist.

They felt a burst of lightness all over their bodies, and some hidden injuries that could not be cured in the past were much better.

They felt very magical and hurried to look at the injured patients.

Before, these people either had broken hands and feet or their intestines were punctured, and they were only hanging on to their lives with high-level magic potions.

Now, they The wounds of the people began to heal quickly. What was even more amazing was that the broken limbs of the people were wriggling and growing buds, which were visible to the naked eye.

In contrast, the group of eight-eyed giant spiders began to petrify one by one and became motionless.

Then they soon seemed to be corroded by the ages and blew away with the wind in the woods.

Like sand paintings on the beach, the spiders began to shatter with dull and terrified eyes, decomposing like smoke and dust.

At least thousands of eight-eyed giant spiders died in this one!

This forbidden forest was suddenly divided into two black and white worlds.

On one side was the gray hell of endless killing, and on the other side was the holy paradise full of vitality.

And the creator was one person.

The wizards were amazed at this miraculous treatment method just now, but now their scalps are numb.

This is obviously a large-scale, deprivation-style evil black magic!