Harry Potter Morning Light

The fog in the Forbidden Forest is still dense, and the range of visibility in such a thick fog is extremely limited. Coupled with the layers of cover of the tree canopy, Arthur Weasley and his group did not see the red light at all, but instead A crisp sound was heard.

In this foggy world, the orange lantern in Hagrid's hand looks very similar to a car's fog lights. The tall Hagrid is like a lighthouse. together, and they walked briskly through the dark forest.

"Is that him?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I think so." Arthur pursed his lips, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Hold on, kids!"

Simon's eyes widened, alert uneasily, and there was a harsh rattling sound in the thick fog.

Listening to this sound for a long time makes people feel irritable and upset. They seem to split the sea of ​​fog while they are running, and the fog gathers behind them immediately after they leave.

A strong chill enveloped them, the chill entered from the skin, penetrated the chest, and finally reached the heart, as if trying to squeeze out all the warm and happy memories from the beating heart. There was a stench like stagnant water in the air, and there were many screams, howls, calls for help, and curses.

Those in the thick fog expressed a meaning. They were fooled. The light they saw was not a lighthouse guiding them into the port, but a trap.

After sailing on the icy sea for so long, what they wanted was warm beds and delicious food, but what awaited them was all kinds of terrible torture.

"Ron Weasley, why didn't you say you can't Apparate." Simon complained in pain, "Otherwise we wouldn't have to make this trip."

"The people of Slytherin and Durmstrang are nearby, this area is very close to the Muggle town." Luna looked up at the sky, "If they encounter dementors, they can't breathe Guard."

"It's a dementor and a spider, can it be worse?"

As if responding to Simon's words, a light suddenly lit up in the bushes.

The fog lights of the car are specially designed for rainy and foggy weather, especially the yellow anti-fog lights, which have a particularly strong light penetration. In an environment with low visibility, the fog lights have a brighter luminous intensity than the larger red tail lights. The Ford Anglia was lurching like a madman, chasing someone hiding in the darkness like a giant hound.

"That's my car." Arthur murmured as he looked at the Anglia car that was severely corroded and all the glass was broken, which seemed to have been scrapped.

"Be careful!" Hermione threw Arthur down.

At the same time, there was a dazzling green flash in the fog, and the sound of Avada Kedavra chanting, and everyone immediately hid in the nearest hiding place.

"Arthur~, where are you~"

A flirtatious woman's voice sounded, it sounded like she was singing.

The thick fog made it difficult to distinguish whether it was fantasy or reality. After chasing those black wizards for a while, Anglia's car fled into the Forbidden Forest again, and the spell hit the metal car and made a "jingling" sound. sound.

Hagrid extinguished the lantern. This thing would only expose the target now, and the only sound in the darkness was people's nervous panting.

"Ron is right ahead." Arthur pulled Hermione and said, "Take him away, and notify me with Gallon when you are safe."

Hermione nodded, and left the hiding place after casting the Disillusionment Charm and silence on herself.

"Who's there?" Arthur yelled, trying to get Hermione's attention.

"Why didn't you say 'name', Your Honor?" the woman said nervously, her tone sounding very familiar.

Compound Potion only changes a person's appearance, but the voice is still his own. There is a potion that can even simulate the voice of the imitated person. Buddy Crouch Jr. used that thing when he pretended to be Moody.

Snape's potion warehouse has a lot of rare ingredients. According to him, that kind of potion is very difficult to brew. The woman's tone is very similar to Bellatrix, but her voice is not like...

Without giving him extra time to think, the footsteps in the distance became louder and louder. Arthur observed the blurred figures in the thick fog through the gaps between the leaves, and then without warning, a red light came from him. Overhead, someone fell to the ground with a cry.

With a hoarse moan, a big dog with green flames suddenly appeared.

Its body was half eaten, its ribs were exposed, and there was no internal organs in its empty belly. It roared and rushed towards Simon.

Arthur didn't have time to care about others, because the dense snake spirits rushed over like a torrent, he immediately summoned his patron saint weasel, Luna also summoned his patron saint rabbit, but facing so many dementors Obviously not enough.

At this time, there was a high-pitched and shrill cry in the darkness, a golden bird was flying towards this direction at a high speed, and at the same time a large white bird spread its wings and flew towards this direction.

It was very elegant, with a slender neck, and it looked like a big cross. The dementors in the tattered cloaks immediately started running in all directions when they saw it appear.

At first Arthur thought it was Albus' Patronus Phoenix, but when he saw it, he realized it was a swan, but it was as powerful as Albus's Phoenix Patronus.

Without this worry, Arthur didn't have to be distracted when he was fighting those assassins. Rolf released the bird-shaped man-eating beast again, and fought with the "Cerberus". It was just their battle. Attracted spiders, they came here like a tide.

In this melee situation, there is no strategy or tactics at all, everything can only rely on personal reaction and peacetime accumulation.

Simon is very good at explosion magic. He blew up everything to pieces. The ground is full of pits. Whether it's spiders or people, they explode together. That scene will not make normal people with a sense of justice happy.

Destruction is easy, it takes a moment, it takes at least seventeen years for a person to grow up, and it only takes 5 seconds to kill him. War can bring nothing but death and destruction, whether it is invasion or being invaded Both sides have to consume the wealth and manpower they have accumulated.

Many people like to use magnificent and magnificent scenes to describe war, but the real battlefield is chaotic, extremely disorderly and chaotic. When two people who don't know each other meet, they will suddenly fight to the death.

Why is the day so long? Why isn't there something sweet and memorable?

War is a kind of suffering. Normal people are praying for an early end. People live on the edge of life and death. Who wants to die?

No matter how much you cry and howl on the battlefield, or call your mother, the war will not stop because of this. It is an atrocity, no matter what fig leaf is used to disguise it.

War is only beautiful when it is over.

No matter how thorough the damage is, the reconstruction process requires an equal amount of time, money and energy, and some pains cannot be solved by losing money.

The pure-blood nobles rushed to follow Voldemort at the beginning, and it was so tragic when they fell. It was very painful to lose all their family property to pay for war compensation. In an instant, they changed from everything they should have to nothing. Those war victims not only lost their homes, but also lost their families. , what's their fault for wanting the guilty to get what they deserve?

The consequences of the war disgust everyone. The beautiful cities of the past have turned into ruins full of blood. Those libraries and palaces that are like jewels in the crown have all been wiped out, whether it is Rome, Chang'an, Hanging Gardens, or the Old Summer Palace. , can only exist in people's imagination and book records, and can no longer be found in reality.

In an extreme environment, all laws and morals have no effect. It is lucky to be alive, and there is no elegance and decency.

In a disorderly and chaotic world, the evils of human nature will be constantly amplified, and there will be no wine, unless you are an officer, and if you want to climb up, you must keep killing people. At that time, you can use any weapon as long as it is effective.

Muggles are very envious of the power of wizards, and hope that wizards can join the war and serve their country.

But this is forbidden, whether in the East or in the West.

Evangeline Orpington thought that what she had done was flawless, and she used magic to intervene in the Crimean War without leaving any evidence, and escaped the sanction of the human court, but she did not expect that the curse still fell on Queen Victoria.

What you sow, you reap.

Welcome to hell, ladies and gentlemen.