There's something wrong with this Hogwarts

Chapter 132
Avery has a sad face and a resolute expression. He has received the great favor of the Dark Lord and is willing to use his life to sing a hymn of loyalty for the Dark Lord!

As for the dark wizards around...

Avery closed his eyes.

According to the temper of the Dark Lord ten years ago, of course there was a mistake in the killing, and he didn't let it go.

One person makes a mistake, and all sit together.

But now the Dark Lord's temper is much better, he has the overall situation in mind, he keeps his mind on the wolf, and hides his thoughts deep in his heart, instead of expressing them in words.

The Dark Lord has grown.

"I hope that the current Dark Lord only punishes the leader and not the followers." Avery blinked and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

More than 200 dark wizards around are loyal and will be an important force for the Dark Lord to conquer the magic world in the future.

It's not a pity for him to die, but if they die too, Avery... feels pretty good.

On the road to Huangquan, with more brothers to accompany you, you will not be lonely.

"So, the person on the opposite side must be a spy in disguise from the White Wizard!" Avery raised his head and screamed, "Brothers, follow me to kill the enemy!"

Quirrell: "..."

Although I don't know what Avery is thinking, it is right to resist.

The dark wizards shouted. Most of them were not Death Eaters back then, and they didn't know Bellatrix's position in Voldemort's heart. A few people who knew the situation didn't dare to object.

Dark wizards are originally the law of the jungle, the strong survive and the weak perish.

Stab the enemy first when meeting, and then talk about other things.

Every black wizard is like a hunter in the forest. When they encounter other dark wizards, they can't distinguish good from bad. In order to protect themselves, they can only act first.

Otherwise, if the opponent makes the first move, it will be too late.

Avery nodded silently.

The momentum is strong.

Most people support him.

A few people are alone and weak, they can't turn the sky!

Under Avery's roar, the black wizards resisted more fiercely, colorful magic continued to move towards the opposite side, and there were many obstacles, and the armor body firmly protected them.

Cassandra frowned, since the leader on the other side seemed to believe that she was Bellatrix, inside and outside the words, why didn't she hesitate to attack me?
Cassandra thought carefully, analyzed carefully, and came to a conclusion.

She took a deep breath.

First of all, Bellatrix is ​​Voldemort's forbidden scorpion, which is a well-known secret.

She is supreme among the Death Eaters, second only to Voldemort.

The leader on the opposite side heard that he was Bellatrix, and immediately attacked his side desperately, disregarding life and death, not afraid of Voldemort's future settlement.

Remove all wrong answers and there is only one truth.

The leader of the dark wizards, he loves Voldemort!
Bellatrix, his rival in love!

The fire of jealousy burned his soul and made him forget everything. The cruel and terrible punishment was nothing in the face of jealousy. He knew that Voldemort would not have any results with him, so he wanted to take Bellatrix Let's die together!
As expected of a black wizard.

What a twisted and perverted love!

As for the black wizard leader being a man...

Cassandra smiled.

Does it matter?

Look at the ground beneath our feet, what's the name of this place?
Isn't this a normal thing!

Fischer hesitated to speak, and then stopped talking.

Colby was silent for a long time, forgetting what to say.

The two twin brothers looked at each other, and the strange association happened again.

What can they say?

The goddess is analyzing the situation, so no matter what the result of the analysis is, the two big dogs can only admire it.

"The distance is too far, and the loss of using magic to attack each other is huge. It is meaningless to fall on the opponent's defensive magic." Kevin shook his head. He could see that fighting like this was not the answer.

After all, there are so many black wizards, and in the dead of night, the students caught the black wizards by surprise.

In a few hours, when it was dawn, the black wizard found that there were dozens of people on the opposite side, and he would definitely kill them.

They fight more with less, insisting on the principle of staying still.

If you fight more and fight less, everyone is scrambling to be the first... Not necessarily, after all, they are black wizards, they are greedy for life and afraid of death, and put their lives above everything else. If they really fight, the black wizards will only frown. The situation in the secret passage was not good, and then he retreated behind his companion, ready to run away at any time.

"Meaningless?" Cassandra sneered: "Robin, it's up to you."

Robin is a heroic girl with a ponytail and a cloth bag hanging around her waist.

Her cloth bag has been cast with the Untraceable Stretching Charm, which can store many things.

Robin nodded calmly, and she took out a Quidditch stick and five hundred black round objects from the cloth bag.

"I'm here to provide fire support for you!" Robin lightly and deftly threw a black round object, then hit it hard, and landed in the camp of black wizards, causing a big explosion!

The explosion was so violent that it tore apart dozens of armors and bodyguards. Many black wizards only felt their ears vibrating and humming. Some of them who were close to the explosion point even had blood oozing from their noses and ears.

Robin the Quidditch master.

As a Chaser, Robin is at the pinnacle of Quidditch, scoring ten points for hitting Bludgers into the goal from any odd angle.

After hard training, over time, Robin lost interest in the sport of Quidditch.

Because, it's too simple!

The most important thing is that in Mark's reform, everything is inferior, only combat power is high.

At Hogwarts, you are a master if you can play, but it is worthless to play Quidditch well.

Fortunately, Robin understood the essence of Mark's theory. She combined her own situation, learned Muggle knowledge, and carried a large number of bombs anytime and anywhere.

My spell release is slow?

It's ok.

Can you see how fast I swing the bat?
Are your spells powerful?

If you cut your heart out, Avada kills you, your body is smashed to pieces, and you are torn apart, I just ask, is it worth the high explosive?

Others don't bring bombs because the arc of this thing is too easy to calculate, and wizards can easily avoid it.

Apparition, apparition of followers, too many ways to evade.

Two people are fighting each other, Robin's methods are of little use.

But in the dark night, when the two sides confronted each other, and hundreds of wizards cursed each other, Robin's talent could be brought into play by [-]%.

When bombing a fixed target that does not move, Robin takes the second place, and no one dares to take the first place.

The bombs were constantly thrown into the air by Robin, and then hit with a stick.

The landing point of each bomb is consistent, without the slightest deviation.

Soon, the black wizards in that direction couldn't hold on anymore, their noses and ears were covered with blood.

It won't work like this, if you do it a few more times, they will all die!
Several black wizards looked at each other and nodded silently.

Needless to say, everything goes without saying.

Just by looking at them, they knew what each other wanted to say.

The black wizards rubbed their hands fiercely on their faces, and they wiped the blood from their noses and ears onto various parts of their faces. Someone rolled quietly on the ground, making their bodies dirty and dusty.

By the way, I also got a little dust on my face, and the blood stains were shocking.

They tore off their own robes casually, and after thinking about it, they rushed to Avery without hesitation, holding Avery's robe and crying.

"Boss, we can't bear it anymore, many brothers' ears have been deafened!"

"The spell on the opposite side is too powerful and deafening. I suspect that dozens of wizards cast it at the same time, and our bodies are bleeding. But don't worry, for the sake of the Dark Lord, we will die on the way to charge!"

Someone yelled: "Leader, give an order. Resisting stubbornly is not an option. We wizards are already strong in offense and weak in defense. The so-called long-term defense will lose. If we continue to fight, we will all be injured. This battle will be impossible!"

"I am willing to shed the last drop of blood for the Dark Lord!"

"It's so useless. We black wizards are happy to enmity, drink the strongest wine, and fight the strongest people. When will we be reduced to the point where we are suppressed and beaten? You dare not fight, what qualifications do you have to be our leader?"

"We want to jointly submit a copy to the Dark Lord! You have tarnished the glory of the Dark Wizard!"

Avery is so immobile, it's all farting.

Glory of the Dark Wizard?

The dark wizard has a fart glory.

The core essence of the black wizard is to kill others without killing yourself, run as long as you can, I will be as stable as an old dog in bad things, and I will charge forward in good things.

Avery is a dark wizard himself, and he couldn't be more clear about the thoughts of the dark wizard.

As long as he dares to shout, Avery is sure that at least half of these outraged and passionate black wizards run away without hesitation, and the remaining half are ready to run away at any time. When they see their companions running away, they will follow suit .

Regardless of the number of more than 200 people, Avery knows that these people under him can only play with the wind stick, and if they are a little bit against the wind, they will be finished.

There is still a chance for all the black wizards to hold their ground.

Avery didn't dare to bet on an all-out attack and a match against the opponent.

He can only stick to it until dawn. If the opponent is strong, everyone will die together.If he is good, the dark wizards under him will be more excited than him, and rush forward screaming.

"I understand your difficulties, I understand your difficulties." Avery said earnestly, and he comforted his subordinates: "Hold on, after this battle is over, I will personally ask the Dark Lord to ask for credit for you!"

"I've seen their powerful spells. They are so powerful. What does that mean?" Avery said with a smile on his lips, "The power is directly proportional to the magic power, which means that their magic power is consumed quickly. We just need to resist and stay until dawn, and they will They are just a group of living targets without magic power, not much better than Muggles, let us play with them!"

"Now is the last darkness before dawn!"

With Avery's encouragement, Robin fired two more bombs.

The dark wizards in that position all ran to paddle in front of Avery, and the defensive spell was crumbling and might collapse at any time.

Two bombs just shattered the Iron Armor Curse there, and the remaining power raged among the nearby dark wizards.

Many people blinked their eyes, feeling retreated in their hearts.

Just now, they were willing to obey Avery's command and stick to their positions, because they knew it was the safest and safest way.

The defense circle established by more than 200 black wizards is very difficult to break through.

Everyone wants to keep their hands safe, take a fight, and see what the situation is saying.

The distance is too far, everyone knows it well.

The threat level of spells released from this position is too low, and no one can hurt each other.

Unexpectedly, the power of the spell on the other side was so powerful, and his side became a living target, which made the black wizards feel unhappy.

If you can resist it, everyone will feel unhappy, but you still have to carry it.

But now, the person in charge of that piece of defensive spells ran to chat with Avery, paddling for fish in the open, and everyone was unhappy.

Do not suffer from widowhood but suffer from inequity.

The black wizards are extremely egotistical, and if they don’t take advantage, they will suffer. Seeing others doing their own work, plus the falling bombs causing heat waves and explosions, everyone is not happy.

"Boss, I'd rather die in battle in a dignified manner than live in a meager existence!" A dark wizard was passionate: "If he wants to fight, I will fight. I have tens of thousands of black wizard brothers!"

Avery yawned, there are really tens of millions of dark wizards, not to mention the wizarding world, the whole world including Muggles is occupied by us, and we still conquer the woolen wizarding world?

With a huge number, how many heroes should be bred?
Dragons and snakes rise together, a hundred schools of thought contend, black magic is carried forward, geniuses and geniuses collide with sparks of wisdom in the battle of thinking, and it is normal to give birth to a new devil who surpasses Voldemort.

"War, there is still a glimmer of life, if you don't fight, there is only slow death!"

Avery sighed, if the dark wizards were twisted together, thinking in one direction, and exerting energy in one place, Avery would have ordered the whole army to attack A and go up.

The point is that they are disobedient. Avery, the nominal leader, can't convey the order to reality. If there is a real fight, Avery is afraid that all the brothers will retreat, and he will charge to the opposite side with an unknown number of wizards.

Just like Don Quixote rushing towards the windmill, in addition to being brave, he also has mental retardation.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm just afraid of my death. No one is as loyal to the Dark Lord as I am." Avery looked around with his eyes, and saw that the crowd was turbulent, everyone wanted to fight, and they were not afraid of death.

"If only they were what they seem to be..."

Avery opened his mouth. He knew that the general situation was over, and the black wizards rallied to force the palace. It would be fine if he gave the order, but if he didn't, the black wizards would dare to attack him and kill him.

When the news came out, he said that he died in battle and asked Voldemort for commendation.

Another two shells landed, and Hogwarts students could trust Robin forever. Robin's attack did not deviate from the landing point. This time, there were no defensive measures, and the power of the bomb was released to the maximum extent.

Many black wizards fell to the ground one after another.

It is not known whether they were actually injured or deliberately paddling, and Avery seriously suspected the latter.

After this bombing, more dark wizards came to Avery, lost the control of the wizards, and it would not take long for the defense circle to completely collapse.

Let it go, Avery sighed, now he can only trust his subordinates.

"Then charge!" Avery gave an order, and the black wizards roared in unison, whether they were those who claimed to be deaf or those who lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, they got up one after another, and retreated behind the brothers without hesitation.

Avery was the only one left in the position just now.

Avery: "..."

Although I guessed it, it still feels weird to see this scene with my own eyes.

Avery put his hand on his forehead and sighed.

"Dark Lord, I did my best!"

"You are not a king of subjugation, and you have too many black wizards under your command!"

(End of this chapter)