Harry Potter's Bastard

It was not the black fog that Ogle had when he appeared, but something deeper and darker.

At this time, Filch seemed to be unconscious, as if he was still in a coma, but his glasses were open, but he could not see the whites of his eyes, and the whole eye showed a strange black, and black mist was constantly floating out of his eye sockets.

Solim slowly stepped back and stood with Evans.

"What is this? It feels like silence. "

"Troublesome thing," Evans grimaced, "but certainly not silently, I can't be sure what it is right now, but if it's really the kind I think, it's a big problem......"

Silence will break away from the host that is the Silent One, which seems to be very much in line with the current situation. The mental or physical stimulation of the silent person will also stimulate the silence, and many of the recorded silent events are due to external stimulation and eventually lead to loss of control.

Besides, he had channeled the magic in his body, and Filch was no longer a squib, and there was no precondition for Filch to become a silent person at all.

Getting to the bottom of the matter is secondary, and what is more important now is how to solve the problem. More and more black mist had emerged from Filch's body, and now except for his face, the rest of Filch's body had been completely engulfed in black mist.

It looks like the black fog is pretty honest now, but who knows when it will get out of hand? Solim already has a plan to slip away, let Dumbledore deal with it, he can't afford to fight this kind of thing.

Fearing something, Solim and Evans stepped back step by step, but before they could leave a suitable distance, Filch made a move—he swooped down on Solim under the black mist.

"No evil!" Evans held his wand across his side, the silvery glow turning into a spherical barrier separating him and Solim from the black mist.

"Calling the gods to protect them!" Solim summoned his own patronus as well.

In the face of these obviously unserious things, it is the most basic judgment to use the Patronus to defend against them.

Evans' barrier worked, but it only lasted five seconds before it failed—his mana replenishment of the barrier was nowhere near as fast as the erosion of the black mist. And Solim's Patronus is even less able to mention - you know, his mastery of the Patronus Charm can be regarded as a house, but under the impact of those black fogs, Solim's Patronus is like snow sprinkled into boiling water, and even faster to melt.

It was too fast, too fast, so fast that Solim didn't even have time to summon the ashes, and the collapse of the Patronus took its toll on him, and before the thoughts in his head could take shape, the black mist struck him.

"All evils do not invade!"

Evans unleashed the spell again, which did dispel some of the black fog to some extent, but there was still some attachment to Solim, and he knew that something was wrong with just one glance, and Solim was now dissolving like a candle, the place covered by the black mist.

"Click-"

The silver-white barrier cracked immediately after it was formed, and it was still expanding rapidly, and Evans unreservedly exported his magic power, hoping that the barrier would last a little longer. Although the barrier had already been broken once, and the output of mana had been increased, the black mist still poured in through the rift.

"Damn! Hey, are you still conscious?"

Evans held his wand aloft, a silvery-white band of light connecting the wand to the top of the barrier, he was struggling now, as if the black mist was eating away at the barrier at the same time.

After being hit by the black mist, Solim seemed to have completely escaped gravity, floating there motionless, except for some dissolved tissue dripping down in the form of liquid, Solim himself did not react.

Evans knew that there was a big trouble, and Solim couldn't have an accident, at least he couldn't be there when he had an accident, he knew how important Solim was to the Selwyn family, and once Solim really had any strengths and weaknesses, he would definitely not be able to get rid of it—whether he had a proper deal at this time or not.

Anxiously looking around, trying to find a proper route to take Solim to try to break out, Evans was surprised to find that the black mist had bypassed a place—a seemingly unremarkable wall.

None of the silver barriers that were used to restrain the black fog had this effect, and how could a wall that didn't seem like anything special keep the black fog out of it?Evans immediately thought of the only entrance to the lower levels of Hogwarts.

"I'm not to blame. "

Evans, with a strange face, immediately broke the link between his wand and the silver barrier, casting a one-way protective spell between Solim and the wall to prevent Solim from taking the impending damage.

At this time, the barrier that lost the supply of mana failed again, and just as the black mist was surging wildly, adjusting its form and preparing to launch another attack on Solim-

"The sky is falling apart!"

An explosion more violent than the Powerful Demolition Spell erupted in the narrow hallway, and even dispersed some of the black mist to some extent - like a slug sprinkled with salt, the black mist quickly curled back.

Evans took the opportunity to point his wand at Solim and broke into the smoke together.

Maybe there were some protective spells on the walls, maybe they could have resisted the probing and destruction of some spells before, but these spells obviously didn't stop Evans's magic. Behind the wall is a small room, and at the end of the room is a staircase that spirals downward. As soon as he entered, Evans tentatively prepared to repair the broken walls to see if he could hold back the black fog a little - but it was apparently in vain. The black mist had already poured in, and in desperation, Evans could only take Solim down the stairs and continue to choose to dodge.

Ever since he crossed the wall, Evans had felt that something was wrong with him, and he couldn't tell what was going on, and in the end it could only be attributed to the effects of the black fog.

Evans had roughly determined the nature of the black mist that came out of Filch—a phenomenon caused by intense negative emotions mixed with unstable magic. He, Evans, is also a member of the Presbyterian system, and he still knows some forbidden magical knowledge.

This phenomenon is rare, but it is not uncommon. At least Evans knew that Filch's use of the black fog was still instinctual—instinct dominated by negative emotions. A clever dark wizard can consciously control his negative emotions. Evans knew what to do against something like the Black Mist, but he didn't have the strength to sustain him in doing so.

He'd tried before, and twice, all of them failing. He only hoped that Dumbledore would be able to pick up the mess as soon as he sensed the commotion—damn Hogwarts wouldn't allow apparitions at all, otherwise he would have been so embarrassed?

"Damn Hogwarts!" Evans ran down with Solim, who was still unconscious, for fear of being entangled in the black fog behind him.