I, Hogwarts Second Week

A few jokes made Irving feel a lot better.

Although his face is still a little pale.

Speaking of which, in fact, the wizards are not unable to deal with the battle in Berlin in front of them. The main reason is that they can't allocate manpower.

It's like setting a mountain on fire.

A person who burns a mountain only needs to light a tree, but after igniting a mountain forest, it takes hundreds or even thousands of people to put it out.

Besides, there was more than one arson point this time.

The ones attacking these places in Paris, Cairo, and Athens were all Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires, and the like.

Those guys are much harder to deal with than the brainless Inferi.

Even if everything is handed over to the Muggle army, they will eventually be able to solve it, but the casualties will be huge.

This is why Owen and the others are here.

Maybe it's conscience?

Maybe it was the influence Bill and Fleur had on them.

Anyway, here they are.

About half an hour later. The heavy rain was still falling, but something seemed to be quietly approaching in the rain curtain.

"Something is coming." These words instantly filled the air with a sense of tension and uneasiness.

Everyone held their breath and stared into the distance. The sound of their heartbeats was extremely clear under the cover of the heavy rain.

Leon and Gil temporarily joined the army.

Holding rifles, he deployed a defense line not far from the little wizard, consisting of wires and vehicles.

In the distance, those things gradually showed their outlines. They behaved strangely, like wild beasts.

The number is staggering, surging densely, like demons crawling out of hell.

"So many Inferi?" Harry's hand holding the wand turned white.

"Much more than what's at the bottom of the lake in the center of the cave."

"How many people have suffered accidents?" Hermione's brows furrowed, and there was disbelief in her eyes.

“Maybe—” Owen paused, “countless.”

His voice was not loud, but it hit the hearts of the little wizards like a heavy hammer.

Compared with Muggle wars, wizards' wars are as childish as street children's fights.

Even for Hermione, Harry, Ron, Gemini and other young wizards who had experienced the [War of Poseidon], the battlefields they had seen were chaotic battles involving a thousand people at best.

Voldemort, Death Eaters and the like. Although they have the most evil and powerful dark wizard in history, they are actually more cruel than evil. Their moral level is still too high in front of the sixth of the five African tyrants - President Taylor of Liberia. .

It's no wonder that Bill Fleur and the others reacted so strongly to this war.

It is true that the moral level is too high, and the world has just shown a little bit of cruelty, and it has a huge impact on them.

What they don't know is that the bottom line of human beings can be extended much, much further.

If Voldemort can really exchange souls with some humanoid beasts on the African continent. Then he would never be so gentle as Dumbledore's enemy.

To state what those people did directly, they probably used poisonous frequencies to control the little wizards, ordering them to kill their parents and rape their sisters, so that these little wizards could become killing machines that completely dehumanized themselves, and then sent these people to Hogwarts and Dumbledore blew themselves up.

It doesn't matter whether he kills the principal or not. What matters is forcing Dumbledore to be more impatient and unscrupulous. Use this to pull him into the water.

Slaughter, exterminate, any force that supports the other side, and neutral forces.

And when both sides refresh the bottom line of human morality again and again, on the ruins of hell, justice and evil lose their meaning, and who lives and who dies loses their meaning, because you and I are both demons.

Of course, Voldemort would definitely not do this.

After all, he still wants to become the uncrowned king of the magical world.

The world is gone, so why bother?

At this time, countless Inferi in the distance had advanced to less than one kilometer away from them.

The infection does not distinguish between humans and animals, and ancient magic has mutated effects on all organisms, even plants.

The canine inferi rushing at the front were already several hundred meters away from them.

Harry was the first little wizard who couldn't sit still.

He cast a spell, and the gray light flashed across the dark, humid, and cold night, hitting a canine inferi in the middle.

The next moment, the Inferi exploded into pieces.

Others also took action one after another, targeting the four-legged Inferi.

But when they were about to deal with the large army of Inferi in the distance, Owen stopped them and said, "It's not the time yet."

"Get closer and lure out all the Inferi in the city."

Harry, who was about to cast some kind of fire magic, was stunned.

He immediately retracted his wand.

Of course they understood Owen's intention. Only by luring out all the Inferi could they be annihilated in one fell swoop and reduce subsequent troubles.

They didn't want to see Owen using his own blood to lure the Inferi again.

As time went by, the number of Inferi increased and increased, and they surged densely, as if a black ocean was approaching them.

The Muggles also maintained restraint, but there were sporadic gunshots, killing a few four-legged inferi that rushed to be reincarnated.

NATO commanders agreed with Owen.

A large number of artillery, tanks, and helicopter gunships emerged from behind them.

Reconnaissance planes flew through the sky and headed towards the city, paying close attention to the movements of the Inferi.

Time flows by minute by minute.

There was an oppressive and tense atmosphere in the air, and both Muggles and wizards could only wait.

Finally, when the vanguard of the Inferi was less than 500 meters away from them, Owen took a deep breath and stood up from the wet mud with a somewhat tired body. He nodded towards the other little wizards beside him.

Several people understood this.

The hand holding the wand was slowly raised, and a distant magic spell from the stars was uttered in his mouth.

Black and blue light rose like mist from the tips of their wands.

The rain is still falling.

Under the rays of light hidden in the mist, every drop of rain seemed to sparkle with the light of a galaxy.

The fog was still spreading upwards, and soon reached the height of dark clouds.

The dim and dark clouds were like an ink painting, with bright colors stirring inside, and the rolling clouds changed colors in an instant.

Van Gogh's starry sky unfolded in two dimensions and began to spread around at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“The range is a bit small”

Looking up at the sky, Owen murmured to himself.

He had misjudged the number of Inferi.

Originally he thought it would be good to have tens of thousands, but now.

There are more than this number that can be seen with the naked eye. They are densely packed and coming like a tide, making people shudder.

Immediately, he quickly adjusted his strategy and said to other people around him who were not involved in this magic, "Neville, George, Fred, and Ginny, please pay attention to your surroundings. I'm worried that there will be dark wizards coming to attack us."

Several people nodded and their faces became serious. Everyone is smart and understands that Owen's worries are not unnecessary.

It's impossible for the Death Eaters to be blind and deaf by casting spells on such a large scale. Hidden in the city, they will definitely stop them at the right moment.

As he said that, his eyes became determined, he raised his wand, and also cast the magic of the stars.

In an instant, a cloud of galactic mist far exceeding the entire amount released by Hermione and the others soared into the sky.

The total amount of nebulae in the high sky expanded instantly.

Almost tripled.

The cold rainy night was illuminated by the dazzling stars.

Owen withdrew his wand.

Next, he won't be needed.

"Yuanliu·Creating Star Rain!"

In the sky, the meteor shower slowly unfolds like a scroll in the night sky. Each meteor is like a random line of poetry in the scroll of the sky, bright and short-lived.

They streaked across the sky, with burning enthusiasm, through the silent darkness, and galloped towards the earth.

At first, the shooting stars were only sparsely dotted on the night sky, like teardrops from distant stars, sliding down quietly.

But as time goes by, the number of meteors gradually increases, and they interweave into a brilliant curtain of light, decorating the entire sky picturesquely.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Explosions came one after another, and meteors were like burning arrows, piercing the sky at an alarming speed and rushing to the ground with dazzling light. Like fulfilling the romantic agreement between the sky and the earth.

When the stars set, blazing flames explode on the land, and the flying sparks are like elves in the night, jumping, flickering, and dancing in the darkness.

"Oh, God!"

"Is it the end of the world?"

"Is this magic?"

In the woods, countless Muggles raised their heads.

The driver in the tank opened his hatch, and the commander in the armored vehicle rolled down his window. The marching soldier on the roadside put away his gun, everyone was shocked by this miraculous scene.

"Shirlock, come over." Owen calmly took the little white beast out of his arms.

After untying the rune collar around its neck, Sirocco jumped onto Hermione's shoulders.

The area of ​​Chuangxingyu is too large.

It was difficult to get a full view from the ground, so she needed to stand higher.

It's a pity that I didn't have time to take Bakar with me when I came out this time.

But—that’s enough with the little kitten.

Disapparation - Sirocco and Hermione disappeared instantly.

When he found her figure again, the girl was already at an altitude of more than a thousand meters.

Owen didn't have time to give her the flying spell.

However, after casting a shock-absorbing and speed-stopping spell on herself, her falling speed suddenly slowed down.

Fluttering like fallen leaves.

This landing time was enough for Hermione to control the direction of the creation star shower in the air.

"Harry, okay, stop." He stopped Harry and continued to cast the Star Shower spell.

"Ron you too."

"Be careful, there will definitely be someone who can't help but take action."

The Inferi is not a [bad omen] and has no ability to repair. One round of the Star Shower is enough.

Several rounds of bombardment are just a waste of mana.

Compared to brainless beasts, dark wizards hiding in the dark are obviously more dangerous.

"There shouldn't be too many of them." Owen added, "Otherwise they should have come here to kill the Muggle army here, instead of letting the Inferi wreak havoc in the city."

"I know." Harry nodded, holding his wand tightly.

Others were also alert, looking around with bright eyes.

Owen took a deep breath, white mist emitted from his body, and then flew into the sky.

Thanks to my grandpa for the improved flying spell.

He had used it on the Brazilian Divine Grant Tower that time.

But the one who should be most grateful is Voldemort, who invented the flying spell. Oops - it doesn't matter, the Death Eaters emit black smoke when they fly, and we emit white smoke when we fly. It's different at first glance. Besides, Senior Tom can still come to him to ask for royalties?

"Hmph - can't you bear it?"

With the blessing of ancient magic, Owen's perception of magic is extremely keen. In the distance, in the eyes of ordinary people, it was just a small black dot, and a cloud of black smoke billowed in. But in Owen's eyes, there was a clear figure hidden in the black smoke.

"Flying so fast, I'm rushing to reincarnate."

Owen sneered.

Then he quickly waved his wand and said, "Avada Kedavra——"

As the wand shook, a sharp and dazzling green light rushed straight towards the black mist. The green light collided with the black mist, as if it hit something. A green light bloomed in the black mist, and then a short creature wrapped in a black robe fell from the sky.

"snort--"

Owen was flying around Hermione. Always be alert to the movements around you. About a kilometer away around him, more black mist was coming towards them.

"That guy just now is not a Death Eater." Owen shouted to Hermione.

"Who knows? Maybe it's the [Purchers], or some other dark wizard organization. In short, they are entangled with Voldemort." Hermione responded, her eyes fixed on the black mist that kept coming. My heart was filled with worry.

"Looks like a goblin in shape." Owen continued, "She should be a member of the Goblin Brotherhood."

"Will Harry and the others be in danger?" Hermione manipulated the stars. Although the Creation Star Shower is not a destruction meteor, and the wizard cannot control the falling meteorites, the caster can control the meteorites to fall towards the target he wants to destroy through the position and direction covered by the nebula.

However, this consumes a lot of energy. Although the little witch under the starry sky can still cast spells with her other hand, she can only cast some simple spells without a wand, such as the levitating spell.

It can't help in the fight against Owen.

"There will definitely be danger, but they have also practiced the spell for half a semester. There is nothing wrong with practicing it." Owen glanced at the ground.

It was discovered that Harry and the others were already at war with the goblins.

"You have to have confidence in them, ordinary fairies can't defeat them." He said lightly, with a hint of pride and trust in his voice.

Hermione nodded in understanding.

The little wizard is no longer what he used to be. The goblin from a few years ago had no chance of winning against Harry now.

"I know." She said, suddenly her eyes narrowed and she stared behind Owen.

"Wait, watch your back."

Her eyes widened instantly, and dark green light lit up in her pupils.

"Always paying attention." Owen responded calmly, and then suddenly released the flying magic, and his body suddenly fell from the sky. This sudden movement surprised both Hermione and the black-robed wizard in the distance.

However, just as they were stunned, a fatal death curse had quietly struck them. Owen, however, seemed to have expected it. He rolled nimbly in the air and avoided the fatal attack.

After somersaulting in the air a few times, he quickly adjusted his posture and waved the wand in his hand quickly.

"Everything is petrified."

"The divine edge has no shadow."