The Cthulhu of Hogwarts

Benson participated in many battles in his life. He resisted the mysterious man in London, fought against the corpse eaters in Edinburgh, and even went to Mosley Marsh to hunt down the banshee.

What really made him unforgettable was his experience in the Severn Valley, for which St. Mungo's doctors had to remove the relevant memories from his mind.

But some things cannot be taken away, not even by magic. They are like brands, deeply engraved in the memory. From then on, Benson has been plagued by nightmares. Whenever night falls, he sees

From those shadows hidden in the darkness, you can hear the whispers echoing in your ears.

It was calling him to go back, to return to that terrifying hell. To this end, Benson traveled throughout Europe to find ways to eliminate the curse, but most of them had little success.

But now, the nightmare has come true. He stopped and the black shadow shrouded in the ice and snow was clearly visible.

"For Merlin's sake." Balk's eyes widened, "What is that?"

Benson showed a wry smile and replied desperately: "Some people call it the snow monster, and the Inuit people in Greenland call it the ice devil."

…

Xing Ze strode out of the interrogation room. He wiped the blood from his mouth and smoothed his messy hair. He should have expected that the magic suppressing spell was on Cecil.

That's right, this lunatic had someone carve a curse on his back so that he could activate it anytime and anywhere he wanted. It was convenient but also deadly enough.

Once the spell is broken, the magic will backfire on the owner. If he hadn't kept it, Xing Ze wouldn't have wasted his magic power and time to save him.

The power module has not yet been repaired, and the harsh roar is like an invisible hand, constantly pulling on Xing Ze's heart. No matter what Benson and the others are facing, Xing Ze thinks they can't last long, and there are fewer and fewer people outside the window.

The magic flash is the best proof.

Benson and Balk ran in the opposite direction of the train. Shafiq was about twenty steps away from them. The wind and snow were so heavy that Benson couldn't see him. Their vision-enhancing spell became a joke.

Dylan died. Not long after he saw the monster, he fell into delirium due to a mental breakdown - which was undoubtedly fatal - and like a believer who saw a miracle, he stupidly opened his arms and walked towards

That bastard.

Benson still clearly remembers that when he was in Severn Valley, his teammates went crazy one after another like this. It was a miracle that he survived.

The most successful method of these terrifying existences is to disrupt your brain. They will pollute your spirit, make you hallucinate, and eventually fall into madness. Very few people can resist the contamination, even specially trained church monks.

It is inevitable.

The train conductor's painful groan made Benson stop. He turned his head and looked at his old friend beside him. Balk's eyes were red, his teeth were gritted and he was muttering something intermittently.

"Oh, Balk." Benson sighed, raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at his companion.

Balk's mind is tainted, and if he can't survive it, he has no choice but to be killed, otherwise he may attack anyone.

In this battle, the most terrifying enemies are your own teammates. Those crazy teammates will most likely point their swords at their own people.

"Balk, wake up, Balk, think about your wife, think about your children." Benson shouted loudly as he stepped back, and the wand in his hand flashed.

"Don't point that damn magic wand at me." The old captain spat out a few mouthfuls of dirty water, "I'm not crazy yet."

Benson breathed a sigh of relief, but still held the wand tightly in his hand, "For Merlin's sake, we have to leave quickly, Parker won't last long."

Shafik volunteered to lure the monster away, which was no different from committing suicide. Benson knew it, but did not stop him. As long as he could buy time, any sacrifice would be worth it.

Compared to them, there are hundreds of students in the train. God knows what will happen if this thing gets close to the train.

Balk nodded, and the cold sweat on his forehead turned to ice. He cursed and ran: "Damn it, are you sure this is a good idea? What if the monster goes back to the train?"

Their conversation was interrupted by a flying object. When they saw what was flying, their expressions sank at the same time, and Balk was about to vomit.

It was half of Shafiq's body, with a happy smile on his frozen face. To the two of them, the scene was full of weirdness.

"Move, Balk!" Benson, who had recovered his senses, urged, "Hurry up, it's coming!"

"Damn it! Benson, what the hell is that?" The old train conductor was almost about to collapse again. The monster easily killed both of them, and he didn't even know what it looked like. He had never been so desperate.

Never!

Three magic missiles were shot from Benson's wand, hitting the huge claw emerging from the blizzard with unmistakable accuracy. The missiles exploded and knocked back the claw.

Balk was in shock. A sound similar to a bull's panting came from above his head. He raised his head and finally saw the demon hidden in the wind and snow.

That thing was about the size of a bus, and it was covered with rough and messy hair. It had six long limbs, the first two of which were particularly thick. It had a huge horn on its head, a pig's snout underneath, and a

A big mouth full of sharp teeth.

This terrifying, abominable monster screamed in the sky, and the wind and snow around it became stronger. The sound that pierced the eardrums made the conductor even forget to escape.

Why do such evil creatures exist in the world? Despair and fear surrounded Balk like thorns. He felt like he was going crazy. He really wanted to scream, shout, turn around and run away, but he was trembling.

My legs didn't work at all, and my whole body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

…

Xing Ze strode towards Car No. 3, his shoes squeaking on the carpet, and the temperature in the car dropped to an unbearable level.

The passengers in the train were concentrated in carriages 2 and 3, which was conducive to Mrs. Rebecca's management.

Suddenly, he felt his wand trembling, and the mahogany wand jumped out of his pocket. This was incredible.

But soon, Xing Ze understood. The wooden wand began to melt like mercury, and finally turned into that weird sphere.

The shining cube octahedron. Xing Ze frowned. He didn't expect that this evil thing turned into his own magic wand.

The sphere was suspended in front of the train window, vibrating continuously and making a buzzing sound.

"You want to go outside? Find that monster?" Xing Ze murmured, the sphere turned into a wand, and it flew back to Xing Ze's hand, "It seems that our goal is the same."