Chapter 1212

I don't know when it began to rain in the fog.

The thin light rain fell to the ground without trace in the hazy, and then splashed one after another.

Of course, in London, a rain is obviously not uncommon.

What's strange is the people in the rain.

Like the rain flowers splashing on the ground, there are once fresh lives that are inconspicuous. They grow and bloom in silence, but now they suddenly wither in silence.

From this moment on, some interested people may suddenly realize why halbo's men were only targeting wizards, but turned a blind eye to Muggles.

Because this great disaster across the magic world and the Muggle world has not really started until now!

"Sin is not enough... Not enough."

The "collector" born in front of Haier wave is walking silently through the streets with a group of walking corpses similar to him.

They... No, they.

They walk without momentum at all, and even because they are gradually scattered in each other, people can't see whether there is a subordinate relationship, because if they only look at their appearance, the change is basically only the eyes that have been completely occupied by black.

Perhaps only when they do, people can feel a great difference, because only the first one will use the dark unknown substance to seize the soul and life of others.

But obviously, if you want to distinguish, you have to survive from them first. And these ordinary Muggles undoubtedly don't have this ability.

Unconsciously, the number of Muggles in a corner of London began to decrease quietly.

……

"Come on, they're back! Get ready to remove the barrier, and the others will follow me to resist the black wizard... Remus, don't come here. It's not easy to come all the way. Let's have a rest first!"

At the door of the Leaky Cauldron bar, Kingsley beckoned everyone to raise their wands, ready to go out again to meet the enemy and attract fire in order to meet aberforth and Sirius, who are responsible for attracting most of the black wizards.

To tell the truth, it's not difficult to go out for a while. After all, those wizards outside are crazy, but their strength is not enough to make Auror and black wizard batters helpless.

Not to mention, the most difficult one had already been evacuated after being wounded by aberforth.

Not long after, I saw Kingsley give an order and the magic barrier disappeared in an instant. At the same time, Kingsley immediately led his men to attack the enemies who blocked the door, and pushed out a clearing in front of the door like a Muggle bulldozer.

"Come on... Armor protection... We're here. Just go straight in!"

Kingsley waved his wand to resist the spell, and asked aberforth and Sirius to hurry in - he knew that they would not be easy along the way with more black wizards around here.

A few minutes later, with the help of this side, they broke through the crowd and rushed into the door of the broken cauldron bar. Kingsley began to shrink the defense line and then retreated.

When the barrier rose again, a kind of Auror and batter stopped in an instant and looked at the magic spells that were still attacking outside and turned into dazzling light particles in front of them.

"Remus, why are you here? You should know about Marca's going to San Mungo? You didn't go there to see the situation?"

As soon as Kingsley returned to the bar, he heard that Sirius had gone to the bar to talk to lupin.

"Why didn't you go?" when Sirius asked, Lupin said immediately, "not only did you go, but as soon as you got there, makara went to help..."

As he was saying this, he looked at aberforth, who was still at the door, and then said:

"I'm sure you know... In order to find someone to supplement your combat strength, I temporarily handed over the intelligence stall at home to dung. But guess what? I went back a little late, but the guy sent piles of secret letters directly to Maka! When I went to San Mungo, he was still reading them one by one at the door of the hall!"

"Then you were pulled by him?" Sirius listened and immediately smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "Isn't that what you should do? It's just a different place. What can you complain about!"

"I don't want to complain. I'm just following your words!" lupin waved his hand. "By the way, I don't have much focus on the information I handled at Maka's side before, but I saw a very important thing with my own eyes on my way to San mungo."

Sirius could not help but say:

"What's up?"

"Well, wait a minute," lupin said immediately to Kingsley and aberforth. "Come here. Now that everyone is here, I have something to say - it's about helbo."

After several people got together, Lupin told the story of a group of wizards summoned by hairbo and Martin burned to ashes by hairbo.

Almost every part of the event, including the face condensed by the fog and scattered by Haier Bo, surprised everyone present.

Yes, even aberforth, who seemed to care little about anything, couldn't help shaking his head after listening.

"So, that Martin was originally Haier Bo's..." Kingsley said half of this, and suddenly seemed to think of something. Instead, he said, "I remember - is this Martin the Haier Bo apprentice that Maka asked the little girl of Parkinson's family to stare at?"

"Yes," Lu Ping nodded, "that's it."

"Who?"

Because only a few people know about pansy's spy, Sirius happens to be sitting between these two few insiders.

Seeing that he looked back and forth doubtfully at himself and Kingsley, Lupin was too lazy to explain in detail, so he thought about it and said casually:

"In short, that Martin is also one of halber's apprentices, and it is obvious... He defected because of the woman named 'Muriel'."

"Oh," said Sirius, shrugging, "it's a pity."

Kingsley followed with a little regret:

"It can be seen that even if some people make a wrong choice for a while, it does not mean that they are completely hopeless. At present, the source of those mistakes is the 'despicable Haier Bo'... In order not to let more people take the initiative or be forced to take Martin's wrong path, it is the most important thing to remove the root of Haier Bo as soon as possible."

……

It is undoubtedly an extremely difficult thing to get rid of Haier Bo. If she could, Maka would have done it.

In fact, Maka has indeed made a lot of efforts for this, and even "killed" each other many times over and over again.

Of course, even Maka herself knew that it was just a futile effort. As long as halbo's Horcrux has not been destroyed, even if the only Horcrux has long fallen into Maka's hands, he will still rise again and again.

Haier Bo, who is proficient in the rules of the soul, is obviously much more difficult to deal with than undulating demons, who are not even as good as ghosts after becoming soul fragments.

But tonight, halbo's difficulties are obviously the same again - that is, the "collector" born through the ritual of demon summoning.

In a Muggle family, a man is lying in bed with his wife. They hug each other and sleep, both immersed in an unknown dream.

But just then, a figure suddenly opened the bedroom door and came to the bedside of the young Muggle couple step by step from the outside corridor.

Then, a cold and heartless voice suddenly sounded in the room.

"Laziness, lust... Great sin... Contribute your sin."

At the next moment, a thick black substance gushed out of thin air in front of the Taoist shadow, turned into two slender but hard long thorns, and went straight through the heads of the two innocent Muggles on the bed.

When the long thorn was quickly retracted and the Muggle couple in the quilt twitched slightly. The figure just sucked gently, and then immediately turned and left.

Only two warm bodies were left, and the surging blood fainted and dyed a large amount of scarlet on the bed.

However, who wouldn't have so much of the evil that the figure kept talking about? With his momentum, I'm afraid everyone should die. Last time, there was no omission.

What's more terrible is that 41 "collectors" like him will be born one after another!

Suddenly, a green light flashed in a room in another residential community far away from the window. The intensity of the light, even with thick curtains, still came out between the upper, lower, left and right gaps.

There is no doubt that the killing is far more than this.

But it must be said that the heavy fog that enveloped the whole of London has become an extremely effective cover.

On a normal night, the flickering green light can easily attract others' attention, but tonight it must be close enough to be vaguely seen.

After a long time, the first ciphertext note about the suspected light of the Killing Curse in an area finally crossed the night sky and came to Mundungus of black's old house. When the note turned and he sent it to Kingsley, no one knew how many helpless Muggles had been taken away their precious lives

"Come on! The second collector... Yes, I can feel that the second collector is about to be born... Hurry, hurry up! Hum... Hahaha..."

In the open space behind Big Ben, in the dull gaze of 41 "apprentices", halbona's gradually wanton laughter echoed slowly in the fog.

Death may continue. No one knows where the damn end lies.