I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 477 Above Berlin

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.

People who burn mountains only need to light a tree, but after igniting a mountain forest, it takes hundreds or even thousands of people to put it out.

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

The ones attacking these places in Paris, Cairo, and Athens were all [Purgers] Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires and other creatures.

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

Even if everything here 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 within the rain curtain, something seemed to be approaching quietly.

"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 standards are 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 this 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 in them, and the churning 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 tens of thousands would be good, 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."