I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 425 Let me come

The blue magic meteorite streaked through the air, and a sharp whine came from the darkness.

Three of them hit the heads of three goblins accurately.

Like a stone hitting an egg, the goblin's brain exploded all over the place in the next second.

Ron controlled the last piece and galloped towards the still living wizard.

As the only person present who reacted.

He subconsciously cast the Iron Armor Curse and successfully resisted the meteorite for a moment.

But the situation is not clear yet. The next moment, his eyes were occupied by a green light, so bright - the only thought left in his head at the end of his life.

Then, the green light of the Killing Curse engulfed him completely.

Koatl lowered his wand.

Then he walked quickly towards the depths of the cave.

Although there was surprise on Ron's face, Owen often used this trick, so he didn't say anything and quickly followed.

In just a few steps, the two of them arrived under the rows of wooden piles.

To be honest, the dead people on the ground and the goblins with their brains splattered are scary enough.

But compared to the above, it's nothing.

Vaguely, Ron wasn't even sure whether he was having a nightmare or facing reality.

His thoughts stopped completely.

Like a permanent glacier that has been frozen for millions of years.

He just stared blankly at the carved heretical false gods, whose bodies were covered with densely packed ancient runes like scriptures.

For a moment, he could see the strange statue from the top of the wooden pile, which seemed to be countless tentacles, ferociously intertwined. It's like I noticed a strange sense of familiarity in the messy bushes.

A low murmur sounded in his ears.

The timbre is neutral, indistinguishable from male to female, and he is led to want to speak, to shout, or to scream.

Ron thought he must have lost his mind.

Because he heard his name among those murmurs.

"wake up."

Suddenly there was a low growl and severe pain in the abdomen.

Ron's pupils moved again.

"Uh-" He held his stomach in pain and half-knelt on the ground.

Tears and snot flowed out together.

Coatl tried her best with this punch, and it was hard to tell that she didn't have malicious revenge in mind.

But at this critical moment, she probably didn't have such thoughts.

perhaps?

In fact, after punching Ron, her legs were shaking and she collapsed to the ground with a severe headache.

The mental invasion is coming like crazy.

She had to clear her mind quickly and used Occlumency at full strength to barely resist.

Normally she would not be so vulnerable.

But - spiritual invasion is related to the wizard's current mental state. If he is suddenly hit and his will is at its lowest point, then the invasion will be easier.

And it made her lose her mind.

There is no doubt that he is the disgraceful person under the wooden pile.

Koyatel put her hands on the ground, barely supporting her upper body.

The great fear made her hands tremble uncontrollably.

For a long time, part of her body still refused to obey her orders.

Foul smell - a strong stench spread to the tip of her nose.

Subconsciously, Koyatel raised his head again.

Oh my God!

With just one glance, she closed her eyes completely.

She. She saw four people.

She wasn't sure if the other person was still alive.

That's because each of their bodies has been beaten, squeezed, twisted and torn to varying degrees.

And what is really going to kill them is a spore-like [flower bud] covered with countless tentacles.

[Flower buds] grow in the mouths of poor people.

The resulting tiny, hair-like tentacles cling to their faces, darting in and out of their eyes, noses, and ears.

There were so many - she couldn't tell them apart.

She just saw that those hairy tentacles had wrapped most of the flesh and blood body.

All that's left - probably - is the face.

"What is this - what is it!" Ron said in confusion.

Then he stood up staggeringly.

"I don't know." Koyatel held on to the stone milk beside him and stood up, "Maybe - it's the rebirth ceremony of the [Pretender]? I only have a certain fragment in the Purifier's secret library. Saw it before."

"Rebirth?" Ron's pupils narrowed.

With Hermione as an eyewitness and the intensive reporting of the Daily Prophet during this period, it was impossible for him not to know what it was.

"Mandy Broghe

Stephen Kornfort

Tracey Davis

Kevin Entwistle"

He held the wand tightly, unable to calm down.

It turns out that Voldemort didn't kill them - he just wanted to take over their bodies and sneak into Hogwarts?

That's for sure!

This is the only possibility.

"Kill them." Koyatel gritted his teeth and tensed his body, "We can't let the monsters be reborn successfully."

She took out her wand and pointed it at the poor man under the stake.

And just as she was about to cast the spell, a pair of hands suddenly interrupted her.

The girl was stunned for a moment.

He looked at the owner of that hand.

It's Ron.

The repeated blows over the past few days have turned this boy, who was once lively and energetic, into a sallow skin and dim eyes, like a dusty wax figure placed in the basement.

At this moment, Ron was staring at her with a look that had never appeared in his eyes before.

It was a look of anger mixed with sadness and pain.

Fear, anxiety, and anger as if he wanted to eat people were hidden under his gloomy face.

The girl has seen that look before.

That's exactly who she was before.

But then she became numb.

Learned to disguise.

"This is my classmate."

A crazy voice sounded in Ron's head.

Countless noisy sounds, like water being poured into hot oil, causing a pot to explode.

An uncontrollable torrent broke through his inner defenses and drowned him in endless pain and anger.

"let me."

That was an unquestionable voice that gave Koyatel absolutely no power to choose.

And the latter had no intention of overstepping.

Instead, she takes a back seat to the boy.

The tip of the wand exhaled a faint smoke.

"Safe guard."

"Protect everything."

"Close your ears and listen."

Three protective spells support a transparent screen.

Wrap them up inside.

No matter what sound is made inside, it cannot be transmitted outside.