The Evil God of Hogwarts

"Is it solved?" Scrimgeour asked with a frown.

"No," the bishop stood up from the ground and looked at the squirming pieces of flesh. "Do we wizards have any beliefs?"

Scrimgeour shook his head in confusion. He didn't understand why Jacob suddenly mentioned that.

"What a shame." The bishop wiped the black rain from his face, "If not, at least I can pray now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the exploded pieces of flesh began to move quickly. They twisted and changed, turning into a mass of black tar-like creatures.

The one closest to Scrimgeour suddenly bounced up and jumped towards the wizard. The bishop's long sword was slashing from the east. The thing was split into two and fell to the ground, but it was slowly gathering together.

"What on earth is that?" Scrimgeour pressed the lump in his heart and quickly moved his wand. A ray hit the lump of matter, but it had no effect.

"Some people call them invisible children." The bishop swung his long sword and shook off the remaining liquid in the sword. "But they all know that the names of dream objects are beyond human words. Try fire, wizard, wrong beast, fire Always very effective.”

Scrimgeour waved his wand and whispered a spell. A ball of flame rose up in the center of his leg, and then he aimed his leg at the black thing.

Flames spurted out, and the mass began to struggle, turning into a puddle of black tar. The Bishop nodded to Scrimgeour, raised his sword and killed another tar monster.

Scrimgeour used fire to help him clean up the mess. What troubled the Auror director was not only the monsters that kept splitting and reuniting, but also the man who wielded the sword.

The bishop was a thin, gloomy man before, and a strong gust of wind could probably blow him down. But at this moment, he had more than doubled in size. His bulging muscles were about to burst his robe. He was as fast as a leopard and as strong as a lion.

Thick black veins covered his neck and cheeks, making him look more like a monster than a human.

The war between the church and the wizards has been going on for so long that many people have forgotten their horror. Scrimgeour secretly told himself that if he came back alive tomorrow, he would definitely reread the History of Magic.

John used magic to repel the two squirming monsters. He took a breath and said, "Please know, he used to like Dong Yutian very much."

Xing Ze avoided the blow and asked, "Do you want to change my mind?"

A high-pressure water ball repelled the monster that tried to attack Xing Ze again. John threw away the bent wand in his leg and replied: "That one."

Xing Ze looked in the direction he was pointing. The pile of flesh and blood bulged up like a balloon being blown up. The bones cracked and something squeezed out the flesh and rose up.

The air is getting stronger and stronger, and the pressure is getting heavier and heavier.

Bishop Jacob chopped open the monster that blocked his way, and flames rose behind him. He stepped on the pile of flesh and blood, jumped up, and raised his sword above his head.

He struck at the evil thing born from the twisted flesh and blood. Using all his strength, the long sword easily cut through the placenta-like membrane, but he could not make any further progress.

With a "boom", powerful magic knocked Jacob away. Scrimgeour hurriedly cast an air spell and caught the bishop firmly.

"Did he see it wrong? I also saw someone coming out of there?" John asked.

The tar monsters stopped attacking and instead gathered around the man who stood up from the blood film.

"That's a real butterfly." Xing Ze exclaimed in a low voice, "A butterfly from the abyss."

The man soaked in blood slowly walked away from the flesh and blood. He spread his arms and let the rain wash away the blood on his body. Finally, people saw his face clearly.

"I must be joking with him." John said with a look of disbelief.

"My acquaintance?" Xing Ze asked.

"That waxy face, well, he said, his face looks much better now than before, but even if he turns gray, he still recognizes it."

Then it all makes sense. Xing Ze thought to himself that he had sacrificed the top brass of the Gunyou Gang in exchange for his ascension.

"Okay, okay, there are a lot of celebrities here." waxy face said, "If any of us gives him a piece of clothing, he doesn't want to be rude in front of those adults."

He stretched his legs as he spoke, and a monk flew up to his legs out of thin air.

"Ah, the dog of the church." He said, and then he pushed his legs hard, and the monk's neck was broken as easily as a dead branch.

The remaining monks were trying to rush forward to avenge their companions, but they were blocked by Bishop Jacob.

"Go back!" shouted the bishop, "that's not something we can afford to pay wrongly. The Lord does not require unnecessary sacrifices."

The waxy face was put on the monk's robe, and he looked around at the people around him. He grinned, "Scrimgeour, the arrogant Auror, when I was hunting them down, I was like a hungry lion, cruel. It’s so ferocious that it makes people frightened.”

"Errol Childs." Scrimgeour said the name with disdain. "I'm a bitch, and he'll burn his own face if he hears about me. It seems the rumors are true.”

"He is reborn, my lord, he thinks I have seen it too. He no longer denies that before..."

Childs stretched out his legs, and his legs and arms changed rapidly, forming a black wall of flesh to block the magic directed at him.

Is it the same as Blue Beak? Xing Ze said in his heart.

"Big Dog J, didn't anyone teach me that it's rude to interrupt them to shut up?" The wall of flesh turned back into legs and arms, and Childers looked at John fiercely.

"Stop my pretentiousness, waxy face, they all know what kind of person I am."

As soon as he finished speaking, the waxy face suddenly rushed towards John, fast enough for everyone to be prepared. In the next moment, John was picked up by the neck and lifted up.

"I'm right, J. He has never been so despicable." He swung his leg and used an air spell to knock Xing Ze away who wanted to attack.

Then, his demon child turned into a sharp thorn and said, "Say hello to old Benson for him."

The bishop's sword saved John's life, but the sharp blade cut off Childs' legs and arms. The latter let out an angry roar and threw the person in his leg directly towards Jacob, and the two of them were sent flying.

Childs continued to move forward. He was not in a hurry. His new self was full of strength, a strength he had never had before. He was adapting to the blessings He had given him.

When he passed by his broken leg, the leg was automatically sucked into his body, and then grew back, intact as before.

How can that be cocoa! Scrimgeour shouted in his heart that even the best healer at St. Mungo's could not heal the severed limb in such a short time.

But surprise, surprise, the magic in his legs did not slow down, and the fireballs were fired towards the waxy face one after another.

But those tar-like monsters rushed over as if they were desperate, blocking the fireball for their master.

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