Chapter 68

In 1939

unknown month

Siberia

Konstantin Ilyich Romanov, Minister of magic of the Soviet Union, stumbled on the ice sheet with his belly covered.

He looked at his watch. On the ice covered dial, he could see the time vaguely. It was 12:03 p.m.

Polar day weather, so that the 12 o'clock Arctic Circle, is still dazzling, the sky is bright, there is a fuzzy day.

The cold wind of more than 40 degrees below zero is howling in the sky, and the snow and fog are so thick that people can't see anything at all.

Step on the ice, a fall, wearing a fur coat of magic minister collapsed on the ice, his mouth issued a painful hissing sound, and spewing thick white fog.

He suddenly looked back in horror, as if an invisible ghost was following him. However, there was nothing behind him except wind and snow.

He looked up again.

On the vast and cold ice field, there is only a strange building that looks like a sunken ship in the distance. It's lonely, as if it's independent from the rest of the world.

Constantine Ilyich Romanov is a tall man more than two meters tall. He is wearing a thick bearskin coat, a broad face and white, and a pair of precious calf leather boots. He has been running for a long time, only one is left alone.

The five toes of his right foot are now only two.

However, these are not important, the real pain, fatal, is the abdominal wound.

He reluctantly moved his palm away, and the blood seeped down from his fingers. Before landing, it was frozen into blood crystals. There's a huge gap where you can see the wriggling viscera.

There's not much time left.

Thinking of the heavy responsibilities on his shoulders, Constantine struggled to get up from the snow and trudge to the sunken building.

Ten minutes later, he approached the completely marble building, which was old, dilapidated and sloping.

But I can discern the glory.

Constantine rushed to the door with difficulty, then waved his wand, and an iron door half buried in the snow burst open.

Constantine tumbled into the old building.

As the cold iron door of the building fell, Constantine sealed the entrance.

He collapsed and began to gasp in pain.

This is an empty building with a history of at least one thousand years. It used to be a conference hall, surrounded by many broken stone chairs. On the towering stone pillars, there are all kinds of creatures, including dragons, Phoenix and even gods.

But these things Constantine didn't want to appreciate.

The cold had numbed the wound in his lower abdomen, but after entering this strange sunken building, his blood flow began to return to normal, and the tearing pain came again.

He moved his finger tremblingly. It was not a skin wound. The bullet had penetrated his internal organs. Constantine knew that he could not be rescued in such a place.

Taking a deep breath, Constantine took a tin can from his chest with trembling hands. That's his vodka. He doesn't like vodka, but at this time, he needs something to stimulate his spirit so that he can finish his work.

However, just as he opened the bottle stopper, a smile came from the height of the building.

"Do you think that if you bring me here, I will believe it?"

Constantine suddenly looked up. In the snow, in the gap at the top of the building, there was a man with a crown staring at himself.

The head is very fuzzy in the snow, but it can be seen that he has a pair of red eyes like searchlights in the snow.

Jingle!

The tin wine bottle fell on the ground, marking the distance.

Constantine's already pale face turned even whiter in an instant. He sat down on the ground and stepped back. Leaning against the stone wall, looking up.

He didn't expect that the man who pursued himself was already waiting for him at the destination.

Step on.

Red eyes, wearing a crown, wearing a black suit man, from a height of more than ten meters, the sole of the shoe touched the frozen marble floor, making a clear sound of metal collision.

Step on.

Step on.

Step on.

He walked slowly towards Constantine with his hand in his pocket. While walking, he took off the crown of his head, which was a pale face, but his eyes were dazzling.

"You... You've found a place. What else?" Constantine shuddered hoarsely, his fingers touching his wand.

"Hum hum, the abandoned school site of demstrand, the last place to burn the forbidden art more than 1000 years ago. Who knows more about the lies of history than I do? "

The man in the suit approached leisurely. As soon as Constantine wanted to grab his wand, he was trampled on his wrist by his cowhide boots.

The wand came out of the palm and was kicked away. On the smooth surface of the ice, spinning out the distance."Wand, a fool's weapon. It's too inefficient. "

With that, the man in the suit squatted down slowly.

Smile: "tell me, where is the last key?"

"Ho......"

"Ho......"

"Ho......"

Constantine took a few puffs.

Looking at each other's red pupil, showing a difficult smile. "Don't even think about it. You can't get into the library."

"Well... So."

The man pondered for a moment. Suddenly he stood up and put away his wand. "By the way, I got a toy from Muggles. It's fun. Do you want to try it?"

Constantine didn't know what he was talking about. Then the man pulled out a silver pistol.

It's a revolver, colt, 9mm.

The man in the suit seems to be playing with it for the first time.

He turned the gun over and over in his hand, pointed the muzzle at himself, and squinted into the barrel. It's like there's something funny in the muzzle.

"How to dismantle..."

"how to dismantle..."

click.

The bomb nest ejected and the gun was disassembled

"ha

The man held the gun with a great sense of accomplishment.

"One, two... Two, two what's going on!"

He didn't think about it for a while and a half, then...

bang!!

A loud noise reverberated in the dilapidated building. The man overplayed and lost his gun.

"Oh, wow!"

The man with the gun seems to be frightened by the toy in his hand. He shakes twice before catching the gun.

Patting his chest for a long time, the man said with emotion: "bullet, I remember. It's amazing. It's creative. If it goes on like this, these Muggles will one day take the place of witches, right

"Shoot, you can't scare me." Constantine Romanov closed his eyes and said, "again, you're dead in the library."

The suit man's relaxed expression converged a little. He bent down, put his revolver gun on the man's chin, and said in a soft voice:

"then you don't have to worry. Tell me, where is the key?"

Constantine Romanov was silent.

"It's hard to say."

The man in front of him smiles and says with regret, "goodbye."

He opened the insurance and pulled the trigger a little bit.

Constantine did not move and gave up the resistance.

Click.

The firing pin failed.

There was no reaction from the revolver.

Constantine's eyes were closed, and the scene of his head bursting did not appear.

"Ha, I'm sorry." The man laughed.

He raised his silver revolver and looked at it.

"The gun is broken. It's like God wants to give you another chance. "

So he checked the gun. Then he put the gun on Constantine's head.

"Say, where is that thing?"

"You... You devil. Go to hell. "

"To die? ... well

The man thinks for a moment, and points the gun at his chin.

Click!

The pin failed again.

Oh, he raised his hand helplessly.

"God didn't intend to let me die directly. I still have a chance to survive."

With that, he pointed his gun at Constantine again.

"It's not worth paying your precious life for the advice of a group of dead people. Now tell me. Where is the key? "

Constantine closed his eyes and sneered, "said you will let me go?"

"Well, of course, as long as you say, I won't kill you."

Constantine Ilyich Romanov nodded, opened his eyes and said calmly, "I'll wait for you in hell."

The man in the suit was stunned: "what a pity."

He moved his finger down, and there was a bang, and blood was pouring out on the frozen marble floor.

The bullet in the inexplicable power, directly the other side's belly out of a big hole. With the palm of his hand covering his abdomen.

Constantine knelt down with his stomach covered, his forehead touched the ground, and his eyes fixed on each other.

The man in suit shook his head: "do you think I'll let you die directly? I'm sorry. Enjoy the last minute of pain before the soul leaves the body. "

With that, he put away his weapon, put the crown on his head, kicked open the iron gate behind Constantine, and disappeared into the snow.

Yu Guang watched the cruel and strange man leave, and the blood mixed with unknown liquid spilled out of Constantine's mouth.Vision began to blur, thinking began to confusion.

But the last thought was still firmly in his mind.

If he died, it does not mean that the man will give up, on the contrary, he will never give up.

There is also the last administrator, who must be reminded. Leave Europe quickly.

a blue light appeared at his fingertips, and he was stained with his own blood. Mixed with his own magic, he drew a five pointed star magic array on the ground and began to write hard. He wanted to pass on the final information.

Finally, he finished writing.

Just when he finally wanted to start the magic circle.

Behind him came cold Laughter: "England, I see."

Constantine turned around and screamed out, completely. "You... You're not...!"

He was incoherent, exhausted the last strength, rushed to the magic secret letter on the ground. A blow to the blood on the ground.

However, the man was faster. He kicked away the Minister of magic of the Soviet Union. Stride in front of the text squatted down.

French was written all over the floor.

[he's back, to England, Huo......]

there's a blur of blood behind him. I can't see anything clearly.

When the man turned his head again, the Minister of magic of the Soviet Union collapsed to the ground, his mouth wide open, his eyes lax, and he was dead.