Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 1194: Inhuman rant

Halbo's order was to hunt down all the wizards who stayed in the fog of London.

　　 Yes, the order this time is surprisingly simple and rude. And the malice contained in it seems to be stronger than any previous time.

　　 Kill!

　　 This vocabulary, which is light to say, but must be heavy when done, wanders in the hearts of most "apprentices". Holding their wands, they wandered around in the gray mist, 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 if they are asked to take the lives of others for no reason, they will also face numerous tortures derived from their personality.

　　 However, Helbo’s command is absolute.

　　 Until now, the two-minded people have been eliminated one by one by the supervisors appointed by Helbo, and the rest are basically the kind of wizards who are eager to follow the "teacher" to gain power and power.

　　 Even if there might be some guys who hid personal care deeply, there must be few left.

　　 Therefore, even some of them will hesitate to face the killing. But under Helbo's order, they would still wield their respective magic wands, depriving him of the right to life time and time again while conscience was repeatedly condemned.

　　 Death has suddenly become common in the fog of London.

　　 The Aurors and the strikers of the Ministry of Magic have already been dispatched, fighting hard against the murderers everywhere in London. But they found that no matter whether these wizards still have a trace of goodwill in their hearts, or are vicious, vicious, cunning and cruel, none of them is weaker than them.

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

　　 During the mobilization, a part of the alienated eight-eyed giant spider of Maca also plunged into fierce battlefields everywhere. But the most powerful petrified sight of these spiders, but because of the obstruction of the fog, they were not always able to get the most out of them, and the battle began to get stuck.

　　 At the moment, the Ministry of Magic can no longer take care of the Muggle world, which makes Scrimgeour’s scalp numb.

　　 "I hope the Muggle Queen and the old bishop can try their best to come up with a proper response plan!"-At this moment, Scrimgeour can only look forward to it.

　　 Anyway, this disaster in London continues, and it is most likely just the beginning.

　　……

　　 "Avada Suo Ming——"

　　 Carter was originally 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.

　　 The power and cruelty of Voldemort have been deeply imprinted in his heart since that day. Day after day, year after year, that memory not only did not become the source of his hatred, but instead became a force that twisted his soul.

　　 Carter became withdrawn, silent, yet eager to be strong.

　　This pathological craving caused by the sudden change of fear forced him to work hard, coupled with his inferior talent, which allowed him to accumulate little by little knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers. .

　　 But, just when he thought that his ability was strong enough one day, Voldemort was resurrected!

　　 It was the day that Maca and Lockhart held the "personal audio-visual conference". Carter sat in the middle of the audience and witnessed the return of Voldemort with his own eyes.

　　 It is conceivable that at that moment, his mood was extremely complicated.

　　 Carter did not expect that Voldemort, who has returned, is obviously stronger than before! The scattered black flowing clouds and the blazing and treacherous black flames were all terrifying black magic that he couldn't understand, but was infinitely powerful.

　　 However, such a powerful Voldemort was actually stepped on the face by the ridiculous-looking Gildro Lockhart!

　　What is this? What is his hard work so far?

　　 Just as Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that invisibly shocked his soul was far from over. Because just after that, when that Maca McLean's ice crystal beam pierced the night and pierced the sky, he was truly desperate.

　　 So, when Carter met Haierbo not long ago, his heart was extremely excited.

　　 That is the ancient wizard who has survived since ancient Greece! According to the clues described in various ancient books, we can know that that period was the most prosperous era of wizarding civilization. How can the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be comparable to modern curses?

　　 In order to get Haierbo’s personal teaching, Carter resolutely implemented every order issued by the other party. He used his wisdom to gather the wizarding people in secret, and through the ancient magic rituals given by Helbo, let ordinary wizards become followers under his control.

　　 I have to say that he did a lot better than Martin, and there was no error in any link.

　　 Not to mention, Carter has been a lonely man since he was ten years old. He has no friends and no lover, and there is no obstacle that will affect his efforts to "climb".

　　 And today, he is one of the few "apprentices" who can be determined to kill.

　　Even deep in his heart, he may not be free from hesitation, but the desire for power allowed him to wave his wand without hesitation, and spit out green awns decisively from the tip of the rod.

　　Until now, not to mention ordinary wizards and civilians, even several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have been killed by his men one after another.

　　 However, arbitrarily taking the lives of others is not without cost.

　　 It is well known that strong evil thoughts will make black magic powerful, and on the contrary, every black magic will in turn make the caster spawn more and greater evil thoughts.

　　 The killing intent and madness in Carter's heart are constantly accumulating, pulling him little by little into the endless dark abyss.

　　 "Die--"

　　 Suddenly, Carter sideways avoided a disarming spell cast by a black wizard striker, then continued forward without stopping, and then stomped on the opponent's stomach.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 After knocking down the hitter with one kick, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and he kicked the opponent a few more times.

　　 "Kill! Die! Kill... For Teacher Helbo!" Carter glared at the fallen hitter with bloodshot eyes, and roared like crazy, "Avadazo fate-- "

　　 He almost released the power of the Killing Curse against the opponent's head. For a while, the green light burst out, and because the distance was too close, the burst of shock even knocked him to the ground.

　　 hit the back of his head on the ground, and it hurts fiercely, but the pain aroused his fierceness even more.

　　 In the next second, I saw him quickly get up from the ground, and without looking at the long-lost battering hand, he turned his head and stretched out his wand toward the wizard closest to him.

　　"Stop, Carter! I am—"

　　 "Avada..."

　　 "Damn it! That guy is crazy!"

　　 Seeing that he couldn't hear his words at all, a wizard who was also an apprentice of Helbo quickly fitted himself and jumped aside, avoiding the deadly green beam dangerously.

　　 Fortunately, when Carter saw the opponent lying on the ground, he suddenly shifted his target and ran away in other directions.

　　 A few seconds later, the wizard who fell to the ground heard a scream, and he didn't know which hapless ghost was the victim.

　　 But when he raised his head and looked around, he realized that Carter was not alone in madness?

　　 Somehow, even the group of "congregants" led by Carter seemed to have been infected by his frantic spirit, and a fierce riot occurred collectively.

　　In a short time, the number of spells in this battlefield almost doubled, and the frenzied guys seemed to be desperate, swaying deadly rays of light everywhere.

　　 "Ah--"

　　 abruptly, the leading Carter raised his head quickly, and a depressing roar suddenly spread in the endless mist.

　　……

　　 When the first creepy roar cut through the London sky, the nightmare kicked off.

　　 Just walked to Maca in front of the entrance of St. Mungo’s Witchcraft and Wizardry Hospital, suddenly he was drawn back from the confusion by the strange, crazy, chilling roar.

　　 "What's the matter?"

　　 Hermione was startled, she couldn't help but panicked, because she couldn't imagine what kind of state a person must be in to make such an inhuman yelling.

　　 Although Luna on the side felt very uncomfortable instinctively, she still noticed the panic in Hermione's heart first, and then stretched out her arms and gently hugged the other party~IndoMTL.com~Uh... Thanks, Luna. "

　　 Hermione pursed her lips, then looked at Maca again—she hoped to get a somewhat reassuring answer from Maca's mouth.

　　 "Well," Mackah paused, then turned around and smiled reluctantly, "It's okay, anyway, you can go in first!"

　　 "Then you--"

　　 Hermione obviously wanted to ask something, but Luna, who was half hugging her, shook her head seriously at her, and then took her to the red brick department store window.

　　 Ginny and Ron saw this and hurriedly followed.

　　 But at this moment, the two figures quietly descended from the gray mist in the sky, and landed gently beside Maca.

　　 "Professor McLean!"

　　 A familiar voice made Hermione and Luna all four of them subconsciously stopped and looked back, only to see that the speaker was Pansy Parkinson.

　　 Behind Pansy, another figure in an off-white cloak made Hermione and the others look at each other suspiciously.

　　"Oh, are you two?" Maca saw this and immediately greeted him, "Is it such a coincidence? Why are you here?"

　　 "Because we were across the street just now," Pansy said, and soon shook her head. "Professor McLean, I actually want to ask this question--especially Miss Granger, why are you here? London? It’s too dangerous here!"