Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1298: Brutally out of the cage

Big Ben is still the Big Ben. From the horseshoes in the past to the whistling of the car whistle, it has been quietly comprehending the passage of time by the banks of the Thames.

And the square not far from it is still such an inconspicuous square. Except for the prominent name of the "Parliament Square Garden", it is just a broken lawn with nothing on one side, and even several pieces of gray-brown mud on the edge have been exposed.

I have to say that as a square located on an important traffic road, there are still a lot of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here. However, it is obvious that the citizens passing by here from childhood to adulthood, I am afraid that they are not even interested in seeing it once.

Yes, let alone, at this misty and dangerous dawn.

So since Helbo disappeared from here with his sad gang of "apprentices", the square has finally been completely quiet, as if even the sound of the chaos in the distance around it didn't bother to come here.

However, just when no one came to pay attention to this small square... Or, it was at dawn when no one dared to approach this small square easily; the first ray of sunlight in the east pierced through the ash with difficulty When the fog lights up this nightmare city hazily...

Suddenly there was a twist in the center of the barren square.

The next moment, quietly, that twist expanded in an instant, and immediately covered most of the lawn in this small square.

After waiting for this distorted space to return to calm again, more than twenty figures suddenly appeared on the grass.

"Sin...needs more sins."

The almost unanimous whispers seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, and indifferent, without any emotion. If he saw this scene for Maca, he might be more emotional than others.

It's a pity that apart from these figures in the square in front of me, there is no one near here. It's hard to say whether these guys can be called "people" at all.

After a few seconds of pause, these figures in the square immediately started to move, silently and quickly dispersing the birds and beasts, each disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Huh..."

Suddenly, there was a cold snort in the center of the empty square, no one knew where it came from.

"A lot of time has been wasted in order to save enough for these searchers to release it all at once... So, hurry up, hurry up again... Hurry up and let the ceremony enter the final stage!"

Undoubtedly, it was Helbo's voice. Under the calm whisper, the most unbridled paranoia, conceit, and madness were hidden.

"I really...can't wait."

……

"Black! Sirius Black-things have changed!"

It is still the largest battlefield in the city of London. Sirius is working with several other teams to cooperate with the fire dragon Noberta to launch a strong attack against the waves of mad wizards ahead.

It must be admitted that the advantages that a fire dragon brings to them are undoubtedly huge.

With the anti-magic power and exceptionally flexible flying ability of the fire dragon, which is almost second only to that of the giant, the impact on the ground is obviously very good.

In addition, those madmen are just crazy, but they don’t have the good wisdom like those black-eyed wizards. The situation here has suddenly changed from “gradually balanced” to “great The amplitude is tilted".

Barlow, who had been around to help the mad wizard group, has actually begun to think that the end of this battlefield is about to be seen.

But who knows that at this moment, a loud voice from the edge of the battlefield immediately aroused the idea of ​​many people-of course, Sirius, who is being called by the name of the wizard supported by the Federation, not to mention it. said.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place first, let me see what's wrong."

Although this is definitely a very important time point, after all, the battlefield will be completely swept and cleaned up, and a group of "captives" have even been detained more or less.

However, Sirius couldn’t ignore the wizard behind at the moment—in fact, he had seen the man stumbling to the ground after shouting a few times, and It seems that he has not been able to get up again.

"I know, you go! You can rest assured that it is obviously unlikely that there will be any more accidents here."

"Um, thank you."

After nodding to Barlow and thanking him, Sirius turned around and ran to the back of the battlefield.

"Let me pass!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already a lot of people around the wizard who just ran over, and there seemed to be a therapist brought by the Federation support team.

After everyone discovered that Sirius was coming, they immediately gave him a way so that he could get to the wizard's side as soon as possible.

Even, there are still people in the crowd making him walk faster.

When Sirius saw this, he had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, I haven't seen it clearly just now. It was only when he saw it up close at this moment that he realized that the clothes of the wizard who was lying on the ground and breathing hard had been soaked in blood, and the original black wizard robes had been dyed into a muddy and terrible dark red!

Beside the wizard who was obviously seriously injured, the therapist was examining him for his injuries.

"How is it?"

Sirius squatted down on the side and asked immediately.

"Not optimistic...No, it should be said that it is very not optimistic." The outstanding therapist of the Federation frowned. It’s possible to fall into a coma—"

He didn't finish the sentence, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious. If the wizard in front of him faints from a serious injury, there is a high possibility that he will never wake up again.

But even so, the movements of his hand did not stop. He stretched out his wand and swiped the clothes between his chest and abdomen completely, revealing a terrible injury.

"Penetrating wounds... and Smashing Curses, can persist in running here, this is already the result of hard support with potions."

While the therapist was speaking, Sirius just subconsciously glanced at the huge wound, then leaned down to get to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Xu's shout when he ran over just now has consumed most of his energy, or because the potion he used to sustain his life is disappearing, this wizard is already out of breath. There is less air intake.

The short breath and the more and more obvious muscle twitches made him look as if he could take his last breath at any time.

"Brother, can you hear what I'm talking about?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to react, Sirius could only repeat it again. But this time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of pupils that had been slightly diffused looked towards him blankly.

"I...have been out of sight...I, am I going to...dead?"

"No, it won't," Sirius immediately said loudly in order to make the other person hear clearly, "I have also been seriously injured! You should know that I was framed by that **** petty dwarf Peter. At that time he almost blew up half a street—"

"Don't lie to me, I just want to confirm...I know my injury." Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but said with difficulty, "Forget it. Black, use Desire... Hurry up, I'm afraid I can't hold it... I can't finish."

Sirius heard what he said and knew that the matter might be more serious than he thought.

Actually, even if Sirius is usually a person who is not interested in others, he still knows the identity of the wizard.

This is the former ace black wizard striker of the Spanish Ministry of Magic. He was just absorbed into the Anti-Dark Magic Office of the International Wizards Federation a few years ago. The combat ability and the experience of dealing with black wizards are both quite outstanding.

Not to mention, this one had previously brought a supporter wizard squad.

But now, that squad is gone, and he himself is on the verge of dying—Sirius doesn’t believe it to say that their squad has not encountered a terrible crisis.

Yes, even if you ran into two black-eyed wizards at the same time, at least half of them would have escaped, right? But now, the result can be said to be completely wiped out!

"How long can his mental state be able to withstand the psychic mind?" Sirius didn't hesitate anymore. Knowing that the situation was urgent, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's not easy to be sure," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute at most."

Sirius heard this, and after a little nod, he decisively stretched out his wand and pressed it against the almost mortal blowr's forehead.

After that, he leaned down again, staring at the opponent's loose eyes and whispered:

"The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not a minute, not even 30 seconds. After a while, he straightened his upper body again, which was already tightly together. The eyebrows are tightened tighter.

After he was stunned and digested the other party's memory fragments, he exhaled lightly with a very serious face.

"Too...too much, how could this be?"

In those twenty seconds just now, what he saw was a massacre like hunting.

A dozen black pupil wizards surrounded by unidentified black substances, from the alleys, intersections, doors and windows... and even the roof of the street where the squad is located, swarmed in all directions.

Just a few breaths, the sharp black thorns like a long spear shot at the team like rain, pinning all the team members including the last elite hitter who ran out On the road.

A penetrating wound on his abdomen, apparently from this.