Chapter 1478： ?good afternoon

Rocky Mountain Yellowstone Park is known as the Bridal Veil Waterfall. The President of the Magic Congress of the United States Piqueley looked far in the direction of Ifamoni, listening to the Auror’s report about the professors who stayed in Ifamoni. Accept the description of the situation.

"After the violent conflict with the Aurors in the United Kingdom broke out, these Pukki who wanted to resist shooting the Aurors with bows and arrows were arrested... At the same time, the students who rose up to resist were also suppressed..." The Auror in charge of the report said in a tone. Heavier and heavier, "The final result is: From now on, Pukki has been ordered by Owen to forgive his sins generously, and because of the traditions of the academy, he can continue to live in Ifamoni, but... they do not allow it to be controlled. Even if they have weapons, they will no longer serve as the escorts of Ifamuni; but the students who participated in the resistance were punished at the end of confinement and confinement. Their use of wands was further restricted compared to ours. Now they are in school. Li is only allowed to use the wands issued to them before class, and once class is over, they will be taken back..."

After a short silence, hateful curses erupted. Most of the wizards of the Rocky Mountains graduated from Ifamoni, and they have deep feelings for this magic school.

Originally, many people were dissatisfied with the behavior of the Congress, which was undefended and handed over to the enemy country. Now I heard that Ifamuni is controlled by others at this time, the tradition is changed, and the students have to bear such humiliation. , I was even more angry, and the eyes of some emotional wizards were red.

"This is a conspiracy in Floating City. The other schools they control have no such restrictions!"

"This will make our students fall further behind in spellcasting!"

"Organize the armed forces to take back the Ifamuni."

Amidst the excitement of the crowd, a rash man yelled in a thick voice, and a few echoes echoed, but more people stopped scolding and chose to be silent-anger is one thing, but More people were recaptured by this sentence and returned to reality, facing the disparity in force between themselves and the United Kingdom.

Most American wizards in the Rocky Mountains understand that sacrificing vitality to retake a magic school that is impossible to hold is a meaningless thing, so the forced reason makes more people choose to swallow their breath and continue to follow the original arrangement. Act.

In the end, Chairman Piquili waited for the people to vent their curses for a while before arranging manpower to let them do their own things. Then, with some headaches, he took a heavy step back to his own, and then used fossils for mud magic to dig it out and then use fossilized mud to reinforce the temporary. In the office.

He sat down on the stone chair sullenly, squeezing his forehead with his hands. In this space that belonged to him only, he could no longer conceal his fatigue and depression.

"Good afternoon, gentleman." The old male voice that seemed to be choked in his throat, hoarse, depressed and slow, as if it could shock life, suddenly sounded.

Piquili sat upright and quickly drew out the wand he was carrying with him-but the pressure that suddenly appeared like a raging sea hit him, the wand fell to the ground and rolled out, and Piquili was also caught This force pressed back to the seat, the blood flow of the whole body was squeezed, the brain was dizzy, the body was tight and could not control the body, and the hanging arms and fingertips were constantly trembling under this huge pressure.

"Ah... I'm sorry... I sometimes forget how to get along with mortals." The old male voice was a little indifferent, and he pointed his hand from under the new black cloak to Piqueli.

This coercion came and went quickly, but it was enough to make Piqueley, the chairman of the U.S. Congress, sweat on his back and forehead. He firmly held the arm of the chair to regain a little control over his body and sat upright. Stiff body.

Only then did Piqueley realize that there were several more people in his room, and he didn't notice their presence at all before the other party spoke after he came in-he didn't hear the slightest apology from the other party's tone.

The old wizard who just spoke was holding a crutch in the shape of a viper with an eye, and the brand-new black magic cloak on his body faintly flows with magical energy, looks low-key and luxurious, but this cloak looks like the ancient cloak he is wearing. Greek-style clothing is very out-of-match.

The facial features of the old wizard are like an aggressive ram-the pale, abnormally bony white skin has large, unforgettable yellow eyes, and the bridge of his nose is very straight. It's just the way his lips are closed and the lines on both sides of his nose make him look very harsh and inaccessible.

But Piquili hadn’t come to inquire and look more eagerly, feeling that the pressure from the old wizard that completely suppressed him was completely subdued, as if the overlapping weights were gradually moving away, but another A feeling that had been ignored by him before due to the powerful pressure became clearer and clearer-Piquili felt as if all his happiness had been taken away, full of sadness and despair, but he was sure that this feeling was not because of himself. The fear is more like the dementor I have faced before, because even though I try my best to recall happy things, my heart still feels the despair that flows out uncontrollably.

Only then did Piquili notice that this feeling was brought to him by the few entourages behind the old wizard in front of him who had not been able to attract his attention. He fixed his eyes and saw the appearance of these entourages clearly. He leaned back abruptly, panic trying to stand up and reach for the wand that he had fallen before.

The two behind the old wizard, looking at their faces, made Piquili, the chairman of the magic, immediately recognize the identity of each other-the famous wanted Death Eaters Bellatrix Lestrange and Rudolphs Lestrange.

It's just that the faces of the two black wizards and couples at this time are as gray as drowned people, and their eyes are glowing red, and the body that brings the surrounding chill seems to be no longer alive.

And at this time, after Piqueley glanced at the wizard in front of him who was beginning to have a sense of existence, his pupils shrank and his whole body was cold. This humanoid object can no longer be called a wizard. UU reading

This undead creature is as thin as a corpse, and has a shriveled body like a layer of skin. The seven kinds of dark green magic robes that he wore before, which were once very luxurious, but are now ragged, are covered with only one. The false eyes with broken glass stuck in the eye sockets and the mummy-like prosthetic hands remained intact, and the other parts were withered and shriveled, and the withered muscles were tightly attached to the exposed bones.

What Pacquili really recognizes is the slender nasal bones that are not obvious on some corrupt cheeks, which look like they don't have a nose.

This lifeless monster seemed to have noticed the gaze of the Chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States. The crimson pupil was shining evil in the hollow eye sockets, and he showed an expression that might be regarded as a smile—because it made him look It just became more ferocious.

"My lord will solve your predicament and will also give me a chance to take revenge..."

The monster hissed like a snake. His exposed teeth were studded with soul gems of various colors, and it was vaguely visible from the inside that the soul projections of some of the imprisoned innocent people were helplessly trying to learn from this. Get out of the gem.