The Evil God of Hogwarts

"They must be stopped." Xing Ze said to himself. John turned his head in confusion and looked at him with some confusion.

"They are opening a rift in the dream."

"What on earth am I talking about?" John became more and more confused.

Xing Ze said slowly: "We have to ask someone to go to the winery. Jacob is right, they don't have time."

As if to verify his words, the birds sheltering from the rain in the surrounding trees flew up, and Xing Ze noticed that the stones on the ground were shaking slightly.

He heard someone scream in surprise, and then Ye Chang's nameless fear swept over him, as if someone had punched him directly in the stomach, making him want to vomit.

The breath in his nose became thicker before he breathed it out, the stones began to beat, and the earth trembled.

"It seems there's no need for them to go there." John murmured, looking in the direction of the winery.

The entire winery suddenly exploded, and the shock wave hit the first protective barrier with debris and dust.

"Reinforce!" Scrimgeour immediately ordered, and the Aurors raised their wands to inject their magic into the shield.

The shock wave was getting stronger and stronger, and something was coming there. John Xing Zecuo shouted: ‘Hui, go quickly! "

The first line of defense was shattered, and the wizards had no time to react. The second line of defense also quickly collapsed.

Dust and debris rushed in with the air waves in an instant. Nothing could be heard or seen. The only thing that could be felt was the overwhelming fear and depression.

A strong wind blew away the dust, and Scrimgeour and the wizards around him waved their wands to break up and set up a barrier.

"Everyone come over there!" The Auror Director shouted, but no one responded to him. Everyone looked at the ominous thing rising from the ground.

What kind of existence is that? Words cannot describe its ugly appearance, and words cannot describe the suffocating and desperate madness. It rises from the abyss with an evil scream and a crazy growl.

The wizards closest to it immediately screamed and yelled as if they were possessed. Some of the guards brought by the church went to see their god without even having time to pray.

Scrimgeour turned pale, and he called in a trembling voice: "Merlin is here."

The monster made a whistle like a train whistle, as if it was celebrating its new life - a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and spreading its proudest wings.

The rain seemed to stop at that moment, and then began to tilt crazily, and the land, trees, and rocks around the ugly thing began to rot, and even the rain turned black.

"Retreat!" Bishop Jacob was sober and he obeyed the order decisively.

The gray-robed monks immediately took action. They injected the blood of saints into those who were trapped in the quagmire of fear to help them recover from the mental pollution.

"It...it's passed!" Someone shouted.

The black flesh-like monster began to move there, and the dark red tumors slowly opened, revealing countless eyes, large and small.

‘Hui, use Apparition and let’s go! Scrimgeour survived the initial fear. Although the invisible erosion was still tormenting his spirit, at least he was quite sober.

"No, hell, he can't Apparate."

"They begged to die, they all begged to die there."

"No, no no no, he really doesn't want to die, no no, no -"

Wails kept coming and going. The monster not only interfered with people's minds, but also disrupted the magic power. At this moment, it required extraordinary concentration to use Apparition to escape.

The Director Auror couldn't blame those desperate people. The blasphemy appeared too suddenly. They were unprepared and were caught off guard.

Scrimgeour asked his lieutenants to organize the retreat, and he began to concentrate on casting spells. He could not let those people die there like that.

"Bishop, it's too dangerous there, why don't you retreat with them." A monk said to Jacob.

Jacob glanced at the monk coldly and asked, "Where is Bartholomew?"

"They couldn't confirm where Mr. Natan was."

"Then wait for him there and let's go help him retreat."

"Can……"

Jacob raised his leg to stop the monk, "There is nothing wrong with it. Letting that thing go out will cause irreversible pollution. He can hold it back while it is not completely integrated."

Seeing the resolute look on the bishop's face, the monk crossed himself and said in a low voice: "May all the saints who fear the Emperor take the long sword given by God the Father from his legs, and use it to slay evil spirits. The earth is lifted up forever, Amen!”

"May all the saints who fear God take the sword from the lap of God the Father..."

"May all the saints who fear God take him from the lap of God the Father..."

The monks recited prayers one after another, and one of them handed over a long black sword and a bottle of potion.

The bishop solemnly took the sword and drank the potion. He made a sign of the cross on his chest, lowered his head and whispered softly: "The Holy Mother is here." Then he strode towards the monster.

"Is he finally crazy?" John looked at Bishop Jacob and said, he took out the flask and poured whiskey.

"He was very happy that I didn't lose my mind," Xing Ze said.

John spat and grinned, "Just a little bit, boy, just a little bit. Are they going to stay?"

"That depends on how much I want those bastards to pay."

"Do I mean that thing has a waxy face?"

"Look carefully, J, there are human legs and feet hanging on it. Please tell him to tell the top brass of the Gangyou Gang."

"That's great." John smiled even more, "It saves him the trouble of searching for each other one by one. The people will be almost gone, otherwise it will be time for the party to get busy."

Scrimgeour's weapon was fired, and five spears appeared behind him. He waved his wand vigorously, and the spears shot through the rain at the monster one after another.

The ugly thing had no intention of avoiding it, and all the spears hit it, but it had little effect. As it approached, everything around it began to decay and wither.

Scrimgeour waved his wand again, and the spears exploded. The powerful impact slowed down the monster like a ball of flesh.

The Perks Spear Technique didn't work. What on earth was that thing made of? John sighed in his heart while using his wand to gather an inconspicuous fireball.

In the smoke, a thick leg and arm stretched out and struck Scrimgeour hard. Bishop Jacob arrived in time and blocked the blow with his body and long sword.

The black rainwater was shaken away, and the bishop was half-kneeling on the ground. His blood vessels appeared on his skin, twisted and dark.

Xingze Andros' missile hit the leg and arm, and the missile exploded, but it had no effect. The monster let out a roar, and the sound wave came, forcing back all the wizards and monks who wanted to ask for help.

Xing Ze rushed to set up a protective shield to protect John and himself inside.

Scrimgeour completed another spell with difficulty. The ground trembled, and spikes rose from the ground, piercing the fleshy and twisted leg, and pushing it up in the air.

The smelly black blood flowed eastward along the stone thorns, and screams were heard from the wound, like thousands of evil ghosts coming from hell.

John finally released the fireball - a compressed fire bomb. His wand turned into ashes and the fireball shot towards the monster's east side.

As the explosion sounded, pieces of meat and blood splashed everywhere, and the monster fell to the ground.

Thanks to Liu Xiantianci and Ye Yiyi, with or without 123 recommendation votes