The Evil God of Hogwarts

Benson has participated in many battles in his life. He resisted the mysterious man in London, fought the corpse eaters in Harding Castle, and even went to Mosley Marsh to hunt down the banshee.

What was really unforgettable for him was the experience in the Severn Valley, for which St. Mungo's doctors had to remove the relevant memories from his mind.

But there are some things that cannot be taken away, not even by magic. They are like brands, deeply engraved in the memory. From then on, Benson has been plagued by nightmares. Whenever night falls, he sees From those shadows hidden in the darkness, you can hear the whispers echoing in your ears.

It was calling him to go back, to return to that horrific hell. To this end, Benson traveled throughout Europe to find ways to eliminate the curse, but most of them had little success.

But now, the nightmare had come true. He stopped and the black shadow shrouded in the ice and snow was clearly visible.

"For Merlin's sake." Balk's eyes widened, "What the hell is that?"

Benson showed a wry smile and replied desperately: "Some people call it a snow monster, and the Inuit people in Greenland call it an ice devil."

…

Xing Ze strode out of the interrogation room. He wiped the blood from his mouth and stretched his legs to smooth his messy hair. He should have expected that the magic suppressing spell was on Cecil.

That's right, the lunatic asked someone to carve the curse on his back, and asked him to think of it. It can be activated anytime and anywhere. It's very convenient but also deadly enough.

Once the spell is broken, the magic will backfire on the owner. If it were not useful for him to keep, Xing Ze would not waste his magic power and time to save him.

The power module was very unrepaired, and the harsh roar was like an invisible leg, constantly pulling at Xing Ze's heart. What was wrong with Benson and the others? Xing Ze believed that they could not last long. The decreasing magic flash outside the window was the best proof.

Benson and Balk ran in the opposite direction of the train. Shafiq was about twenty steps away from them. The wind and snow were so heavy that Benson couldn't see him. Their vision-enhancing spell became a joke.

Dao  died. Not long after seeing the monster, he fell into delirium due to mental collapse - which was undoubtedly fatal - like a believer who saw a miracle, he stupidly opened his arms and walked towards That bastard.

Benson clearly remembered that when he was in Severn Valley, his teammates went crazy one after another. It was a miracle that he survived.

The proudest legs of those horrible beings will disrupt my brain. They will pollute my spirit, cause me to hallucinate, and then fall into madness. Few people, even specially trained monks of the Church, could withstand contamination.

The train conductor's painful groan made Benson stop. He turned to look at his old friend beside him. Balk's eyes were red, his teeth were gritted and he was muttering something intermittently.

"Oh, Balk." Benson sighed. He raised the wand in his leg and aimed it at his companion.

Balk's mind is tainted. If you can't survive, you can kill him, otherwise he will attack anyone.

In that battle, the most terrifying enemies are your own companions. There is a high chance that those crazy teammates will aim their swords at their own people.

"Balk, wake up, Balk, think about my wife, think about my children." Benson called Han Xuan loudly as he stepped back, and the wand in his leg flashed.

"Don't point that damn magic wand at him." The old captain spat out a few mouthfuls of dirty water. "He's not crazy."

Benson breathed a sigh of relief, but still held the wand tightly in his leg. "For Merlin's sake, they have to leave quickly. Parker won't last long."

Shafiq volunteered to lure the monster away, which was no different from committing suicide. Benson knew it, but he didn't stop him. He just wanted to buy time, and any sacrifice would be worth it.

Compared to them, there were hundreds of students in the train. God knows what would happen if that thing got close to the train.

Balk nodded, and the cold sweat on his forehead turned to ice. He cursed and ran: "God damn it, am I sure that's a good idea? What if the monster goes back to the train?"

A flying object interrupted their erroneous words. When they saw clearly what was flying, their expressions sank at the same time, and Balk almost vomited.

That half of Shafiq's body was wearing a happy smile on his frozen face. To both of them, the scene was full of weirdness.

"Move, Balk!" Benson, who came back to his senses, urged, "Hurry up, it's coming!"

"Damn! Benson, what the hell is that?" The old train conductor almost collapsed again. The monster easily killed both of them, and he didn't even know what it looked like. He had never been so desperate. , never!

Three magic missiles were shot from Benson's wand, hitting the huge claw emerging from the blizzard with unmistakable accuracy. The missiles exploded and knocked back the claw.

Balk was in shock. A sound similar to a bull's panting came from above his head. He raised his head and finally saw the demon hidden in the wind and snow.

The thing was about the size of a bus, and it was covered in rough and messy hair. It had six long limbs, the first two of which were particularly thick. It has a huge horn on its head, a pig's snout on the east side, and a big mouth full of sharp teeth.

The terrifying, abominable monster looked up to the sky and screamed. The wind and snow around it became stronger. The sound that pierced the eardrums made the conductor even forget to escape.

Why do such evil creatures exist in the world? Despair and fear surrounded Balk like thorns. He felt like he was going crazy. He really wanted to scream, shout, turn around and run away, but he was trembling. His legs were not working at all, and his whole body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire.

…

Xing Ze strode towards Car No. 3, his shoes squeaking on the carpet, and the temperature in the car dropped to an unbearable level.

The passengers in the train were concentrated in carriages 2 and 3, which was conducive to Mrs. Rebecca's management.

Suddenly, he felt his magic wand trembling, and the mahogany wand jumped out of his pocket, which was really incredible.

Soon, Xing Ze turned bright red, and the wooden wand began to melt like mercury, and finally turned into the weird sphere.

Shining Trapezohedron. Xing Ze frowned. He didn't expect that evil thing to turn into his wand.

The sphere was suspended in front of the train window, vibrating continuously and making a buzzing sound.

"I want to go outside? Find that monster?" Xing Ze murmured, the sphere turned into a wand, and it flew back into Xing Ze's legs, "It seems that their goal is the same."