I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 389: An unsuccessful savior, a very successful troublemaker.

"boom!"

It was the sound made by the fallen body that had lost its soul and hit its forehead on the ground.

everything is over.

Owen slowly put away his wand.

On the other side - the virtual image created by the phantom flashback had also disappeared, but Hermione immediately took his place.

The blue flowers are propped up, which is the magnificent magic called Sanchez Force Field.

And just when Owen thought everything was over, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

But he was surprised to find that although High Priest Raviu fell to the ground. Lying on the ground lifeless.

Turning his head sideways, the exposed left eye was dim and dull, like a gem that had lost its highlight.

But Hermione held up the side of the force field.

The undead controlled by the priest did not collapse to the ground and turned into corpses again. Instead, he continued to bar his teeth and claws, and rushed towards Hermione with strange screams from his throat.

The raised bone wands made a rustling sound like the wind, yes - they cast spells even faster.

"This-" Owen had a bad feeling in his heart.

The next moment, another rain of spells buried him.

As a last resort, Irving could only continue to defend passively to see what happens.

And this change happened quickly.

He saw Raviyu's body at the top of the stairs being quickly dragged away by the undead.

Then the magic circle emitting silver light automatically levitated.

As for the runes surrounding Raviyu's body, their arrangement and combination were also changed.

A faint golden curtain descended.

Withstood most of Owen's probing attacks.

It also cut off his desire to get close again.

"The curtain looks so familiar."

The golden light in front of me is not only similar to the seven on the sea before, but it is at least ten points.

This further proves that the god the guy in front of him is worshiping is that person.

Subsequently, the undead were divided into three, one part entangled with Miss Granger and suffered minor casualties, and the other part restrained Owen and suffered heavy casualties.

The last part rushed towards the group of half-dead noble wizards hanging on the vines summoned by Sirocco.

As participants in this feast, they probably did not expect that their ending would be like this.

There were not many participants in this sacrifice, about a dozen.

Today, there are still seven or eight people alive. They are either bound by vines or bound by Owen's spell.

But whether it was the corpse on the ground or the imprisoned living person, they were all attacked by the undead at this moment.

Those who would rush over and then insert the bone-like wands in their hands into the bodies of the dead and living wizards.

Then he chanted a strange spell.

The sinister sound is like the wail of souls in the vestibule of hell.

Along with their wailing spells, a silvery substance was soon extracted from the bodies of the living wizards.

The bone wand slowly turned into a burst of silver mist and merged into the wand above them.

After the staff receives this silver mist, it will soon feed back something strange, like the tide of nothingness is swaying, and the silver-gray vein-like 'light' wraps up those bodies one by one.

Along with the dead and the living.

Soon, those struggling, shaking, and twitching will calm down.

His body turned rigid, like a puppet, twisted and stood up again.

They - or they, the wound on the body that was penetrated by the bone wand will automatically grow out bone marrow, and the creature, which cannot be determined to be human, will take the longest one and use it as its own weapon - this This may be the source of the wand in the hands of the undead.

And more 'light' enveloped the body of High Priest Raviu.

The 'light' turned into a cocoon.

Squirming and stirring.

It's like things inside are being rearranged.

What happened inside seemed to be the scene of flesh and blood twisting, gathering, and reorganizing in the lavender sea in the void that Owen had once glimpsed.

After a while - although a lot of things seemed to have happened, a long time passed.

But all this actually only lasted ten seconds.

When the cocoon of 'light' breaks open.

Most of the other living wizards present were transformed by the undead.

But there are also quite lucky ones.

Miss Granger tried her best to snatch three wizards from the undead. In Owen's eyes, there was no essential difference between them and the undead.

These guys - they are not all preserved, and their bodies are full of vascular granulations and the like.

All handsome men and beautiful women, God knows whether the skin belongs to them.

"Tsk—that's really annoying." Owen cursed in a low voice.

These undead are really troublesome to deal with.

It is originally a kind of puppet, so don't expect the killing curse to solve it quickly.

What about the Obstacle Curse?

The effect is not very good either.

Their bodies are like the skin of a giant dragon, and their magic resistance is exaggeratedly high.

The petrification spell hitting it is like a stone hitting the water. It will only leave a faint ripple, but has no other effect.

The Shen Feng Shadowless Curse is very suitable for chopping melons and vegetables.

But the damn thing is, after the undead arms were cut off, they picked them up, punched them back, and hey--they pressed them back on.

Even the brain.

You say it's irritating or not.

After more than ten seconds - Owen finally understood.

This group of creatures is essentially a group of puppets. If the wizard who supplies the magic power is not completely killed, they will remain immortal.

"Damn!" Owen cursed again.

I hate dealing with such hard-to-kill things.

I don’t know since when, this world is full of creatures that can’t chew big melons until they die.

Over the past few years, this trend has not only not ended, but has become more common.

Uncle's.

Sooner or later he would have to invent a spell more effective than the Killing Curse.

On the other side, the distortion in the 'Light Cocoon' finally stopped.

Like breaking an egg.

High Priest Raviu sat up suddenly, and all the silver material around him was instantly returned to the staff.

She was sitting there, breathing heavily, as if she had just come back from under the water.

This time, she looked at the boy who was still pressing closer, with fear in her eyes.

Although the magic she mastered allowed her to regenerate in this way, it required a large number of souls to be sacrificed to the gods in exchange for it.

He doesn't store much soul.

For more than two hundred years, she has been careful not to cause mass killings.

All souls are obtained from Muggle-born wizards in countries with the weakest Ministry of Magic management.

Especially those war-torn countries.