Hogwarts Everything is Three

"Mysterious people make me sick. Even if I kill so many innocent Muggles, I don't even let the children go." Sirius' pale cheeks trembled with anger, a blue vein on his forehead swelled out, and his face was connected to the temple. The few tendons in her were twitching all over, and her whole body was stretched hard like a stone.

Sirius has personally experienced those dark years, knowing that mysterious people and Death Eaters indiscriminately kill innocent people, and even some of his cousins ​​are still involved, but the dense Muggle corpses in front of him have refreshed his original perception. The number of Muggles squeezed to surround them is almost innumerable. Originally, Sirius didn’t care too much about the safety of ordinary Muggles. When he saw reports of disappearances or murders, he couldn’t subconsciously feel it. Thinking that they were some meaningless figures, and now that so many innocent Muggles died with their own eyes, it made his scalp numb, and the mysterious man was far more cruel, ruthless, reckless, and indiscriminately killing innocents than he knew.

Hermione was shaking all over but it was not because of fear. Seeing such a huge number of Muggle corpses, she couldn't help but press her lips together tightly at this moment. Infinite sadness spread in her heart, and her fingers were pinched into her palms. , Leaving a crescent-shaped fingerprint.

These Muggles are so pitiful, their lives are left to be killed and plundered by others. How sad it is that their families can’t find their tracks. Behind each Muggle may be a broken family, and every Muggle may be affected. With the nerves of loved ones, this will bring much sadness and despair to the world.

"The life of Muggles is so humble in the eyes of the mysterious man. He arbitrarily deprived the innocent Muggles of their fragile lives with a high-handed attitude, and they have no room to resist." Hermione wiped the corners of her eyes with her head down, and her eyes opened. His hair, with a trembling voice, silently mourned these Muggles, who were unrest even if they passed away.

Hearing the words of Hermione and Sirius, Kreacher's fleshy, almost pig-like nose lifted upwards, his eyebrows flicked, his eyes rounded slightly to the corner of his eyes, and his face was full of contempt and disdain. , What is the fuss about the Prodigal and Mudblood? It is the honor of these sordid and dirty Muggles to serve the great wizards-only to realize that his good master, Master Regulus, is also affected by these sordid things. Pulled down into the water and turned into a corpse, Kreacher's eyes traversed the pale faces, and the brave Master Regulus must take him home.

Alan raised his chin, his expressionless face looked indifferent, and the eyes that looked at the Muggle corpses did not have much emotional fluctuations, as if completely unmoved, but under the robe, his hand was on the staff. I rubbed it lightly. In fact, he killed more people in 1066 than the mysterious person in front of him. But the victims at that time were all adult males, not to mention warrior invaders, and in the process He also deceived himself and turned his head to divert his attention, but he didn't pay much attention to how the other party died and how the souls were absorbed. Seeing the bodies of so many innocent Muggle victims in the world at this close distance actually made him His heart was no longer peaceful, and he felt ashamed-so he once again diverted his attention, just like a non-vegetarian senior animal protection enthusiast behaves when eating meat.

"They surrounded us..." Sirius leaned against the stone basin. As an adult wizard and an elite of the Order of the Phoenix, he took the lead in grasping the magic wand in his hand, but his palms were full of fine beads of sweat-as he is now It’s difficult to deal with it. The number of so many corpses is far beyond his original imagination. These ghosts are constantly crawling ashore. When will they be able to subdue them, the most important thing is that he returns The remains of his brother have to be found.

The impatient Sirius gritted his teeth and raised his wand to attack, but after a glance at Allen, who didn’t respond, he finally calmed down this time and snarled at him: “No matter what you plan to do, it’s best to do it quickly. some."

As if hearing the signal, the death knights that Allen had brought acted before Allen answered. Lynch strode forward, and all the death knights moved towards the corpse facing him. The black-tone metal armor collided and rubbed, the steps were neat and uniform, and the sense of oppression was full. The neat footsteps suppressed the noise of the corpses.

The death knights wore metal Viking half-fit butterfly visors, and the mouths exposed by the visors made unclear call signs. They resorted to the inherent attraction of low-level undeads after becoming death knights. The ability of creatures as servants makes the uncontrollable corpses become obedient again-but the corpses are flooding like a tide, and the number is too large. The death knight's recruitment order has not had time for some of the nearby corpses. When it worked, the corpses stretched out their dry hands, trying to get past them to attack the wizards who were living.

The sturdy death knights began to be surrounded by a terrifying breath symbolizing death. They did not use the enchanted adamantine weapons they carried with them. Instead, they spread their arms and leaned against them with their huge covered palms. Brute force pushed these corpses away, but the corpses that were quickly pushed back were pushed back by a large wave of corpses, just like the retreating tide on the beach—but with More and more corpses were controlled by the death knights, and these controlled corpses turned their directions and pushed their original companions back into the wave of corpses.

The controlled corpses guarded the death knights layer by layer. At first, these death knights needed to push them by themselves. Later, they don’t need to do anything, just command the controlled corpses. Therefore, They control it more and more easily. During this repeated pushing and pushing, the death knights methodically controlled the rhythm, and successfully stopped the corpses with their teeth and claws in place. The corpses' cold arms without flesh and blood were put down, and a piece of Zhang Baisen was sunken. His cheeks were summoned to the death knights, and hollow and misty eyes stared at them.

Seeing that the scene is completely controlled is a matter of time, which caused Sirius to take back the wand held by him alone, and he muttered: "Well, I have to say that sometimes necromantic magic is quite useful...you these The men are very useful."

"Magic itself is not good or bad. It is only human beings who are good or bad." Hermione's concept of magic has long been influenced by Alan. "You use black magic to do good things and you do good things, but you use the patron saint The curse does bad things. You are still doing bad things. There will be no changes due to the nature of magic. Just pay attention to your own will and don't let them affect your brain."

"Linch, good job..." Allen was satisfied that his subordinates did not shame him, so Sirius had a sense of this magic. He touched his smooth chin, "Let the extra corpses line up first. Good team, you have subdued the rest."

"I order you! Arranged neatly!" Lynch waved a huge fist and shouted at the corpse who could no longer participate in the front line behind him.

As soon as the word "I" came out, this rustic Viking accent made his English sound with a strong dialect taste, and suddenly destroyed the previous vigorous aura, but with Lynch's order, the death knights The sound of the call sign has changed, becoming more vigorous and rhythmic.

At the beginning, they rushed forward, and now they turned to be the last. The stiff bodies of the corpses are like puppets that are manipulated, walking step by step towards the wizards in the center of the platform, one by one from three directions, and gradually gathered together and arranged neatly As a team~www.ltnovel.com~ But Alan wanted to continue to praise a few words, but his accent choked in his throat, and he gave a light cough and directly ordered: "Go back and focus on your oral practice..."

"Medium!" A death knight with many beards on his chin replied loudly-then Lynch, who pushed the corpse away from the other side, kicked it, and the iron boots collided with the death knight. There was a muffled noise on his armor, and the death knight staggered and almost fell.

"You me, I told you to stop talking earlier, let me say!" Lin Qi, who has the strongest language talent and the fastest learning modern communication language among the death knights, knows that the accent problems of his neighbors are more serious than his own. It was much more serious. He also realized that this would make his master unhappy, so he had already explained that they were not allowed to speak, but he did not expect that this guy's brain would not work well because he was a hammer, and he didn't get much growth after his death. His explanation was forgotten.

The contrast caused by this strong image and voice, and the funny expression on Alan’s face at the moment, made Hermione, who had been suppressing her emotions, unable to help but laugh for a short time-even though she felt that she really shouldn’t be laughing. The accents of others began to bite their tongues and tried to hold them back, but as ancient people, their accents sound too earthy to modern British people...

"Master, I will teach them!" Lynch knew that the accents of these death knights still retained the earthy style of the millennium ago, and looked at Alan with a smile but a smile, and quickly expressed his opinion.

"You go ahead... Sirius, Hermione, let's take a look at the pendant first..." Alan's pale face was also a little red, and his hand brushed over the stone basin. The venom disappeared, and he immediately picked up the gold locket in the stone basin.