Everyone Hates Dementors at Hogwarts

The skin on Wanmi's face faded inch by inch, and even her eyes gradually closed completely until they were smooth and without traces. Her legs were gradually replaced by strips of dark brown rags. If you look closely, the large and thick rag strips still have some traces on the surface. Covered with layers of fluff.

If a scientist were to come here, they would find that instead of becoming a dementor, Wanmi looked more like a primitive soul eater. There was a legend among their pollution a long time ago.

According to legend, gods have no facial features, no sorrow, no joy, no love and no hatred. They are exactly the same as the race that now calls itself a god. The current race of gods can only be called a race.

Pollution has never been afraid of the Protoss. In their eyes, the Protoss' so-called strong self-control is just a manifestation of too weak spiritual energy, except for the Soul Eater race.

People who have seen it all say that the soul-eating monster is the most similar to the ancient god. Although the ancient god is ethereal and mysterious, his face has no facial features, and the light lingers around him, making it impossible to look directly at him.

"The Soul Eater is the descendant of the fallen ancient god, so it hides in the darkness. It is completely opposite to the legendary god."

This was what a senior once told the scientist. At this moment, he was staring at Wan Mi on the screen and suddenly remembered what the senior had said.

"Why is that painting different?"

On the edge of the cliff, the young scientist raised his finger and pointed at the leftmost painting on the stone wall, "Why doesn't that dementor wear a hat? He also has hair."

The senior in the cloak was silent, raising his hand to touch the kill list all over the wall. Except for this special Soul Eater, all the others were marked with big blood-red crosses.

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"This is the original soul-eating monster. Other soul-eating monsters call him...the ancestor."

A gust of strong wind blew by. The little scientist lost his balance and fell to the senior, subconsciously grabbing the opponent's cloak.

"Wow~"

The cloak peeled off the senior's body, and the frightened scientist lay motionless next to his legs.

He had always thought that the senior's cloak was the same as that of the Soul Eater. It only grew on the body, but it was infinitely more exquisite than those ugly rags.

However, the next second he had no intention of thinking about the cloak. What did he see?

The senior's face is smooth and clean, but it makes people feel peaceful and tranquil inexplicably. His long silver hair flows down like a silver waterfall, and his neat bangs probably reach the tip of his nose, right?After all, there was no nose for him to use as a reference.

What kind of holiness is that?Although the soft halo around the senior's body won't hurt him, it still makes the polluted scientist a little uncomfortable. So is the cloak used to block the brilliance?

and many more!

The little scientist's neck turned toward the wall little by little like a rusty gear. Looking closely, the senior looked very similar to the original Dementor!

It’s not that they look similar, after all, they both have no facial features, but that they have biological characteristics. Anyone who is not a fool will feel that these two creatures are from the same race. Except for the hair color, one is black and the other is white...

If Soul Eater is the descendant of the fallen ancient god, then the senior is... the descendant of the ancient god?

But why? !

Why do seniors want to hunt down the Soul Eater clan?On the surface, everyone except the ancestor of the dementors has been killed?

Why would a descendant of an ancient god keep this pollution like him?

Why? !

"Why?"

The scientist really wanted to get into the screen and ask Wan Mi whether she was the original ancestor who was resurrected?It's a lot like asking her, she has been resurrected, so where are his seniors?Didn’t they all perish together?Why was she the only one resurrected?

But he was not sure. If he had secretly observed Wan Mi entering the notepad before and wanted to take the opportunity to kill Wan Mi, then Wan Mi's appearance now made him afraid to implement this plan.

Faced with an atavistic dementor and a mutated clone holding the dementor's head, there are few people who feel the pollution directly.

In the blink of an eye, Wan Mi's body became as tall as the 'Hela' opposite her. Even though no one spoke, she communicated without any hindrance.

'I don't want this stupid head anymore, I'm going to kill you! '

'Hela' said with pain and resentment on her face, 'No more? !If you say you don’t want it, then you don’t want it!Either give me the torso behind you, or take away this broken head! '

What the hell, he became independent from his clone because this head developed self-awareness, but he couldn't digest this head at all!On the contrary, my head is tortured in extreme pain every day!

I ate the other two clones before and finally suppressed it, but recently it started again!

He originally wanted to try to absorb the torso to see if the upgraded torso could withstand the pain caused by his head. Who would have thought that a lonely bachelor torso would actually run away while he was eating the other two clones? Roll to the two tentacle stumps and stick to them and run away?

This job is impossible!It’s too bullying to pollute the clone!

Whose stump is this?The energy inside is supposed to be naturally resistant to their pollution!Why did the main body send them out to find the stumps?

So what if I take it back!If you take it back, he won't be able to absorb it!

This can be regarded as a misunderstanding of Eight-gued Millet. After all, not every pollution is as well-informed as a scientist. How could he know that among the food that has been coveted for thousands of years, the weak one is the least able to afford it.

Of all the clones, only this attempt to fuse was successful. As soon as the problem was placed in the head, an independent consciousness emerged and could not wait to cut off contact with the main body, so...

"Aqiu!"

Eight-gummed millet, which had been lying on the edge of the crack for thousands of years, sneezed inexplicably. It was strange, who was talking bad about me?

If he couldn't understand, he didn't think about it. He continued to lie down next to the crack and take a nap. For them, time was the least valuable, but the two mortal enemies in the crack had to eat it!

Oh no, why did he forget that his larger enemy had died long ago, and after he died, he crushed himself to ashes and used the remaining energy to fill a castle as a seal?

It's okay, there is one more thing, last time she and Qi destroyed her most beloved breeding ground, and she had to use it to fill the gap between her teeth!

Why haven’t my clones come back yet...Hulu~~Hulu~~

These words made Wan Mi unhappy, and the black aura on her body became more intense. Why did this smelly thing still want to bargain?Don't you know that his fate will be decided here today?

A long piece of rag was swung out from Wan Mi's lower body like a braid and swiped hard at 'Hela'. 'Hela''s twisted facial features wrinkled up and jumped to the side quickly.

Wherever the rag passed, the gray matter around it was swept away and swirled.

'Hela' didn't show any signs of weakness. One of its tentacles from deep intercepted it, and it was tightly entangled with the rag, like the two most entangled snakes in the world, but the place where they touched made a sizzling sound.

"what!"

'Hela' quickly withdrew its tentacles, and several areas were scorched black.

Wan Mi calmly pulled back the rag, ignoring the areas where the black air on it had become lighter due to corrosion.

The scientist frowned, was Wan Mi injured?Does this mean that Wanmi has not yet succeeded in returning to her ancestors and can still be injured by pollution?

However, the scene in the next second made him feel cold again.