Chapter 1194 Inhuman Roar

Hai Erbo's order is to hunt down all the wizards who stay in the fog of London.

Yes, the order this time was surprisingly simple and rude. But the malice contained in it seems to be stronger than any previous one.

kill!

This word, which is easy to say but must be extremely heavy to do, lingers in the hearts of most "apprentices". Holding wands in their hands, they walked around in the gray mist, their eyes were either fierce, cruel, hesitant, or worried.

No one is born bloodthirsty.

Perhaps many of these so-called "apprentices" are not good; but once they are asked to take other people's lives for no reason, they will also face a lot of torture from their personality.

However, Hai Erbo's order is absolute.

Up to now, half-hearted people have already been eliminated one by one by the supervisors appointed by Hai Erbo, and the rest are basically the kind of wizards who are eager to follow the "teacher" to gain power and strength.

Even if there may still be some guys who hide their personal thoughts deeply, there must be very few left.

Therefore, even some of them would hesitate to face the killing. But under Haierbo's order, they will still wave their magic wands, depriving him of his right to life again and again while their consciences are repeatedly condemned.

Death, suddenly common in this London fog.

Aurors and strikers from the Ministry of Magic have already been dispatched, struggling to fend off the murderers all over London. However, they discovered that no matter whether these wizards had a ray of kindness in their hearts, or they were vicious, vicious, cunning and cruel, none of them were weaker than them in the slightest.

Not to mention, the other party often leads a group of strange helpers who are delirious and have inexplicably powerful spells.

During some mobilization, some of Maca's alienated giant spiders were thrown into fierce battlefields. However, the most powerful petrified vision of these spiders could not be brought into full play because of the obstruction of the fog, and the battle began to become stalemate.

At present, the Ministry of Magic has been unable to take into account the Muggle world, which made Scrimgeour's scalp tingle intermittently.

"I hope the Muggle Queen and the old bishop can try their best to come up with a proper solution!" ——At this moment, Scrimgeour can only hope for this.

But in any case, the disaster in London is still going on, and it is very likely that this is just the beginning.

...

"Avada Kedavra--"

Carter was originally just an ordinary orphan. Like Harry, his parents died at the hands of Voldemort. The only difference from Harry is that he was already ten years old on the day his parents both died.

Voldemort's strength and cruelty have been deeply engraved in his heart since that day. Day after day, year after year, not only did that memory not become the source of his hatred, but it became a force that twisted his heart.

Carter began to become withdrawn, silent, but eager to be powerful.

This morbid desire mutated from fear forced him to work hard, coupled with his not-so-bad talent, he gradually accumulated knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers.

However, just when he thought that his ability was strong enough one day, Voldemort was resurrected!

It was the day when Maca and Lockhart held the "personal audio-visual meeting",

Carter sat in the middle of the auditorium and witnessed Voldemort's return.

It is conceivable that at that moment, his mood was extremely complicated.

Carter didn't expect that the returned Voldemort is obviously stronger than before! The black flowing clouds that lingered in all directions, the blazing and treacherous black flames, all of them were terrifying black magic that he couldn't understand, but was infinitely powerful.

However, such a powerful Voldemort was actually stepped on the face by that ridiculous-looking Gilderoy Lockhart!

what is this? What is his hard work so far?

Just when Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that invisibly hit his soul was far from over. Because right after that, when that Maca McLean's icy beam pierced the night and pierced the sky, he really despaired.

Therefore, when Carter met Hai Erbo not long ago, his heart was extremely excited.

That is an ancient wizard who has survived since ancient Greece! According to the clues written in various ancient books, it can be known that that period was the most prosperous era of wizard civilization. How can the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be compared with modern spells?

In order to get Haierbo's personal teaching, Carter resolutely carried out every order given by the other party. He used his wisdom to secretly gather the wizarding people, and through the ancient magic ritual given by Hai Erbo, ordinary wizards became his followers.

It has to be said that what he did was much better than that of Martin, and there was no mistake in any link.

Not to mention, Carter has been a loner since he was ten years old. He has no friends and no lover. There is no obstacle that will affect his efforts to "climb".

Today, he is one of the few "apprentices" who can be determined to kill.

Even in the depths of his heart, there may not be no hesitation, but the desire for power allowed him to wave the wand without hesitation, and decisively spit out streaks of green light from the tip of the wand.

Until now, not to mention ordinary wizards and civilians, even several Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have died under his hands one after another.

However, wantonly taking the lives of others does not come without a price.

As we all know, strong evil thoughts will make black magic stronger, and correspondingly, every black magic will in turn make the caster produce more and greater evil thoughts.

The killing intent and madness in Carter's heart are constantly accumulating, pulling him little by little into the endless abyss of darkness.

"Die—"

Suddenly, after avoiding the disarming spell cast by a black wizard striker sideways, Carter continued to charge forward without stopping, and then kicked on the opponent's stomach.

"Boom!"

After kicking the hitter down with one kick, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he kicked the opponent hard again a few times.

"Kill! Die! Kill... for Mr. Haierbo!" Carter stared at the fallen batterer with bloodshot eyes, and roared like crazy, "Avada Kedav—"

He almost released the power of the Killing Curse against the opponent's head. For a moment, the green light burst out, and because the distance was too close, the burst of impact even knocked himself to the ground.

Hitting the back of his head on the ground, he felt a burning pain, but this pain aroused his ferocity even more.

In the next second, he quickly got up from the ground, turned his head and stretched out his wand towards the wizard who was closest to him without looking at the striker who had long been silent.

"Stop it, Carter! I'm—"

"Avada..."

"Damn! That guy has gone crazy!"

Seeing that he couldn't listen to his words at all, a sorcerer who was also an apprentice of Hai Erbo quickly jumped to the side, narrowly avoiding the deadly green beam.

Fortunately, after seeing the other party lying on the ground, Carter suddenly changed his target and flew in other directions.

A few seconds later, the wizard who fell to the ground heard a scream, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost had suffered.

But when he raised his head and looked around, he found that it wasn't just Carter who fell into madness?

For some reason, even the group of "religionists" led by Carter seemed to be infected by his frenzied spirit, and violent riots ensued collectively.

In an instant, the number of spells in this battlefield almost doubled, and those crazy guys seemed to be desperate, swaying deadly rays of light everywhere.

"what--"

Suddenly, Carter, who was the leader, suddenly raised his head, and an extremely suppressed roar suddenly spread in the endless fog.

...

When the first blood-curdling roar pierced the London sky, the nightmare began.

Maca, who had just walked to the entrance of St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, was suddenly pulled back from his confusion by the strange, crazy, chilling roar.

"what happened?"

Hermione was startled, and couldn't help but panic, because she couldn't imagine what kind of state a person would be in to make such an inhuman roar.

Although Luna on the side also felt very uncomfortable instinctively, she still noticed Hermione's panic first, and then stretched out her arms and hugged her gently.

"Uh...thanks, Luna."

Hermione pursed her lips, and then looked at Maca again - she hoped to get an answer from Maca's mouth that would make people feel a little more at ease.

"Well," Maca paused, then turned around and smiled a little reluctantly, "It's okay, anyway, you go in first!"

"and you--"

Hermione obviously wanted to ask something, but Luna, who was half holding her, shook her head seriously at her, and then pulled her towards the window of the red brick department store.

Seeing this, Ginny and Ron followed quickly.

But at this moment, two figures suddenly descended quietly from the gray mist in the air, and landed lightly beside Maca.

"Professor McLean!"

A familiar voice caused Hermione and Luna to subconsciously stop and turn around, only to see that the person speaking was actually Pansy Parkinson.

Behind Pansy, another figure in a gray and white cloak made Hermione and the others look at each other with a little hesitation.

"Oh, it's you two?" Maca immediately went up to meet him, "Is it such a coincidence? Why are you here?"

"Because we were across the street just now," Pansy said, and quickly shook her head again, "Professor McLean, I actually wanted to ask this question—especially Miss Granger, why did you come to London? Here Too dangerous!"