Chapter 1195

Halber's order is to hunt down all wizards who stay in the fog of London.

Yes, this time the order was surprisingly simple and rough. The malice contained in it seems to be stronger than any previous time.

slaughter!

This word, which is easy to say but must be very heavy to do, wanders in the hearts of the vast majority of "apprentices". They walked around in the fog with magic wands in their hands. Their eyes were either fierce, cruel, hesitant or worried.

No one is born bloodthirsty.

Perhaps many of these so-called "apprentices" are not good; But once they are asked to take the lives of others for no reason, they will also face a lot of torture from personality.

However, halbo's order is absolute.

Up to now, half hearted people have been excluded one by one by the supervisors appointed by helbo, and the rest are basically wizards eager to follow the "teacher" to obtain power and power.

Even if there may be some guys who hide their personal caution deeply, there must be few left.

Therefore, even some of them will hesitate when facing the killing. But under halber's command, they would still wave their wands and deprive him of his right to life again and again while his conscience was repeatedly condemned.

Death suddenly became common in the fog of London.

Auror and the beaters of the Ministry of Magic have already sent out to fight against the murderers all over London. However, they found that none of these wizards was weaker than them, whether they had a glimmer of goodwill or were vicious, cunning and cruel.

Not to mention, the other party often leads a group of strange helpers who are confused, bewitched but inexplicably powerful.

In a move, part of Maka's alienated eight eyed giant spider also threw itself into a fierce battlefield. But the most powerful petrified sight of these spiders could not be brought into full play because of the obstruction of fog, and the battle began to become stuck.

Up to now, the Ministry of magic has been unable to take into account the Muggle world, which makes scrimger's scalp numb in the back of the town.

"I hope the Muggle queen and the old bishop can try to come up with a proper response!" - at this moment, scrimger can only hope so.

But in any case, the disaster in London continues, and it is likely to be only the beginning.

……

"Awada's life -"

Carter was just an ordinary orphan. Like Harry, his parents died at the hands of Voldemort. The only difference from Harry is that he was ten years old on the day his parents died.

Voldemort's strength and cruelty have been deeply engraved in his heart since that day. Day after day, year after year, that memory not only did not become the root of his hatred, but became a force that twisted his heart.

Carter began to become lonely, silent, but eager to be strong.

This morbid desire mutated from fear forced him to keep working hard, coupled with his good talent, which made him accumulate knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers.

But one day, when he thought his ability was strong enough, Voldemort came back to life!

It was on the day that Marca and Lockhart held the "personal audio-visual meeting", Carter sat in the middle of the audience and witnessed Voldemort's return.

It can be imagined that at that moment, his mood was extremely complex.

Carter did not expect that the returning Voldemort was obviously more powerful than that year! The scattered black clouds and the blazing and treacherous black flame were all terrible black magic that he could not understand but had infinite power.

However, it was such a powerful Voldemort that he was trampled on his face by the funny looking gidrow Lockhart!

What is this? What is his effort so far?

Just when Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that virtually hit his heart was far from over. Because just after that, when the column of ice crystal light of Marca McLean cut through the night and stabbed into the sky, he was really desperate.

Therefore, when Carter met halbo not long ago, his heart was very excited.

That's an ancient wizard who has survived since ancient Greece! According to the clues written in various ancient books, we can know that that period was the most prosperous era of wizard civilization. Can the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be compared with modern magic spells?

In order to get Haier Bo's personal instruction, Carter resolutely carried out every order given by the other party. He gave full play to his wisdom, secretly gathered the wizard people, and made ordinary wizards become believers subject to him through the ancient magic ceremony given by Haier Bo.

I have to say that what he did was much better than that of Martin. There was no mistake in any link.

Let alone Carter, he has been alone since he was ten years old. He has no friends or lovers. There is no obstacle that will affect his efforts to "climb".

Today, he is one of the few "apprentices" who can be firm in killing.

Even in the depths of his heart, he may not have no hesitation, but the desire for power enabled him to wave his wand without hesitation and spit out green mans from the tip of the wand decisively.

Up to now, not to mention ordinary wizards and civilians, several Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have died under his hands one after another.

However, wantonly taking other people's lives is not without cost.

As we all know, strong evil thoughts will make black magic powerful, and in contrast, each black magic will in turn make the caster produce more and greater evil thoughts.

Carter's murderous intention and madness were accumulating, pulling him little by little into the endless dark abyss.

"Die -"

Suddenly, Carter sidestepped from the disarming curse cast by a black wizard's batter, continued to rush forward without stopping, and then kicked on the other party's stomach.

"Bang!"

After kicking the batter down with one foot, he seemed not to enjoy it, and kicked the other party hard again.

"Kill! Die! Kill... For Mr. helbo!" Carter angrily stared at the batter who couldn't stand up with bloodshot eyes, and roared wildly, "awada asked for his life --"

He released the power of the Killing Curse almost against each other's head. For a moment, the green awn burst out. Because the distance was too close, the impact even overturned himself to the ground.

It hit the back of the head on the ground and hurt fiercely, but the pain aroused his ferocity.

The next second, he quickly got up from the ground. Without looking at the silent batter, he turned and stretched out his wand to the nearest wizard.

"Stop it, Carter! I'm --"

"Awada..."

"Damn it! That guy is crazy!"

Seeing that he couldn't listen to his words, a wizard who was also an apprentice of Haier Bo quickly threw himself aside and narrowly avoided the deadly green beam.

Fortunately, after seeing the other party lying on the ground, Carter suddenly shifted his target and ran in other directions.

A few seconds later, the wizard who fell to the ground heard a scream. He didn't know which unlucky ghost was killed.

But when he looked up and looked around, he found that Carter was not only crazy?

Somehow, even the group of "believers" led by Carter seemed to be infected by his crazy spirit, and there was a fierce riot collectively.

For a moment, the number of magic spells in this battlefield almost doubled, and those crazy guys seemed to be dying, throwing deadly lights everywhere.

"Ah --"

Coldly, Carter, the leader, suddenly raised his head, and a suppressed roar suddenly spread out in the endless fog.

……

When the first creepy roar pierced the sky of London, the nightmare began.

Maka, who had just reached the entrance of St. Mungo's magic hospital, was suddenly pulled back from her confusion by the strange, crazy and chilling roar.

"What's going on?"

Hermione was stunned and couldn't help but panic, because she couldn't imagine what kind of state a person would be in to make such an inhuman roar.

Although Luna on one side instinctively felt very uncomfortable, she first noticed Hermione's panic, and then stretched out her arms and gently hugged each other.

"Uh... Thank you, Luna."

Hermione pursed her mouth and then looked at Marca again - she hoped to get a slightly reassuring answer in Marca's mouth.

"Well," makaton said, then turned back and smiled a little reluctantly, "it's all right. In short, you go first!"

"Then you --"

Hermione obviously wanted to ask something, but Luna, half holding her, shook her head seriously and gently, and then took her to the window of the red brick department store.

Ginny and Ron saw it and hurried to follow.

But at this time, the two figures suddenly fell quietly from the fog in the air and landed next to Maka.

"Professor McLean!"

A familiar voice made Hermione and Luna subconsciously stop and look back, but they saw that the speaker was pansy Parkinson.

Behind pansy, another figure in a gray cloak made Hermione look at each other with a little hesitation.

"Oh, it's you two?" Marca saw it and immediately welcomed it. "What a coincidence? Why are you here?"

"Because we were just opposite," pansy said, shaking his head again soon. "Professor McClane, actually, I just want to ask this question - especially Miss Granger, why are you coming to London? It's too dangerous here!"