I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 423 The Truth——In the Divine Grant Tower

"Only the Patronus Charm can drive them away."

Owen said it easily.

The tone of his voice rose unconsciously. From his words, it was not difficult to guess that he had mastered the Patronus Charm, a powerful protective spell.

"Devouring souls?" Koyatel didn't pay attention to Ron's sudden look.

Many young wizards at Hogwarts had the Patronus Charm, which she had known about last year.

"It's somewhat similar to [The Pretender]," she whispered.

"They also feed on souls?"

"No - [The Pretender] obtains the memory of the parasite by eating the soul of the parasite, so that it can achieve perfect disguise."

"Ha - then they are really evil." Ron said, "I think it is better not to provoke these dementors. If one is discovered, more will soon be attracted."

Koatl nodded in agreement.

Immediately, the two headed towards the corridor in the other direction.

It quickly disappeared in the dim firelight.

The Soul Eater didn't seem to notice them either.

This abominable beast is still squirming back and forth without getting tired of it.

It seems like it has been like this for thousands of years.

"呲~~~~"

Suddenly there was a sound of a torch being put out in the dark corridor.

Maybe it was the ceiling or wall where water seeped in, and when the water droplets couldn't hold on anymore, they just dripped onto the torch.

Maybe someone snuffed out the flames.

Just like in the darkness, the outline of a human figure disappeared in just a moment.

No one can tell what it is.

The evil that this ominous night revealed only scratched the surface.

There's something deeper—even more disgusting.

Right there - right at the end of that corridor.

"call--"

Koatl turned around sharply.

The dim light behind her made her feel for a moment that someone was watching her.

The mottled light spots and orange-red halo are like a fragile curtain.

The curtain enveloped her, causing her to fall into a trance.

Involuntarily - she reached out and grabbed Ron's arm.

The pace did not stop.

This familiar halo made her need someone to rely on.

Familiar corridors - familiar torches - familiar smells.

These childhood memories buried deep in her memory and the truth she had been investigating for months came to mind at the same time.

In a trance - she saw Port Isabel.

I saw an old house in Queens, New York.

I saw the strange snake tree in the courtyard of Ilvermorny Castle whispering snake language.

I saw this ancient obelisk that may have existed since humans appeared and drank blood.

See those miserable degenerates.

Disgusting, blasphemous creature!

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Degenerates.

This is a pejorative term.

If it is used by ordinary people to refer to another person, it probably means that you are a hairy baboon.

And here, the word American wizard is used to refer to those poor squibs.

Calling these people without magic scornful, they are atavistic monkeys.

Koatl has never thought that magic is a noble thing, but the Degenerates - they are a group of disgusting, hateful monsters.

It is the product of close relatives. In order to preserve the purity of its 'blood', the creature has degenerated into a new race that is completely different from normal people.

Their facial features are almost a stack of defects caused by inbreeding and physiological lesions.

The average intelligence is pitifully low, and their bloodline and history are filled with obscure murders and incest, as well as unspeakable perversions and acts of violence.

Perhaps only in Port Isabel, a corrupted land shrouded in ominous suspicions, could a son of the devil like Keyatl Stewart be born.

Everyone remembers that the first little Koyatel was born in 1921, but it was just a lump of flesh and blood with various deformities that could not be called human.

Her mother was a 35-year-old mentally retarded lunatic.

Fifteen minutes after little Coatl was born, she and her mother were burned up in the fire, turned into charcoal, and thrown into the deep water port of Isabel.

From this point on, countless Koatl began to be born.

Countless pieces of debris slowly piled up in Isabel's deep-water harbor.

One day, the debris will be piled high enough - high enough!

So high that it's above the water's surface.

Show the world the evil history that buries the rest of it.

At that time, the dead Inferi will crawl out of the water.

Revenge against all who wave the wand.

Yes – they will crawl out.

Because the first Inferi has appeared.

She was born on September 1978, 7.

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The story that led to her birth dates back to the spring of 1950.

That year a bereaved dog escaped from continental Europe to North America.

Since the showdown of the century in 1945, there have been countless lost dogs like this.

Most of them are followers of Grindelwald, and powerful characters have long been captured by the Federation. Those who can escape are just young people.

But this man in 1950 was different.

She is Grindelwald's right-hand man and the second-in-command in the Witch Army.

Afraid of her identity.

No American wizard was willing to take her in at the time.

The chaos Grindelwald caused in the United States is still fresh in her mind, and she remains a wanted fugitive from the Magical Congress.

Is the key target of arrest.

To protect her is to be an enemy of the entire magical world.

Of course - Wenda knew exactly what would happen to her.

The United States is just a transit point for her; what she really wants to go to is Africa.

I came here just for a temporary rest.

But surprisingly, someone chose to protect her despite the disapproval.

That's a bunch of monsters.

Because it is difficult to call a group of creatures with goat faces, deformed bodies, missing arms and hands, and even tails as humans.

When they opened their mouths, the roaring sounds were like the barking of hounds, which proved that they were definitely not human beings.

However - not everyone is an irrational madman, there are still a few, a few guys who look more like humans and can speak human words.

They call themselves 'Purges'.

Purifier?

The lost Wen Da felt familiar with this term.

In fact, any American wizard is familiar with this organization.

They are a group of wizard mercenaries.

Before the seventeenth century, when neither a country nor a magical government was born on the North American continent, those who fought crime in this land were a group of wizard mercenaries called Purifiers.

At that time, dark wizards on the European continent would flee to North America after killing people. The imperfect international order and Auror organizations at this time made such cross-continental pursuits difficult.