The Evil God of Hogwarts

At the critical moment, Skrtel rushed out of the store. He found a flare gun from somewhere. "Go to hell." The sheriff cursed loudly to cover up his fear.

The signal flare was fired at Robinson. He didn't mean to dodge, but waved the bone blade to split the signal flare into two. The bullet burned immediately, and the dazzling light stung people's eyes.

The scorching heat only slowed down the pace of the monster. Skrtel was horrified to find that the scorched area of ​​the monster was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn it." The Sheriff quickly loaded the second flare into the gun, but because of his trembling hands, the bullet could not be loaded smoothly into the gun.

The eldest lady stood still and continued to cast her spell because she believed in that person. After experiencing so many battles together, she can understand a lot from the other person's eyes.

At this moment, Xing Ze, who was also rushing from the side, showed no intention of letting her retreat, so she no longer worried about her own safety, but focused all her energy on the spell at hand.

As expected, Xing Ze blocked the bone blade, and the heavy force made him take a few steps forward. Without the blessing of magic spells and potions, it was really difficult for his body to fight against the dream objects.

"I knew I should have come later." Xing Ze teased Ai Li.

The force exerted on the black blade in Xing Ze's hand grew stronger and stronger, forcing him to use both hands to resist, "Tell me, your spell is about to be completed, Miss Nix."

Robinson stabbed Xing Ze with another bone blade, and at the same time, the second flare fired by Skrtel also arrived.

This shot finally showed the normal level of the Sheriff. The flare hit the monster's face, and the flames took effect, and the monster retreated wailing.

"His head is the weak point! Attack his head." As soon as the Sheriff finished speaking, the road beneath the monster began to bulge and the ground began to shake. Xing Ze felt the strength in his hand loosen and he hurriedly stepped back.

The raised ground cracked. Ellie waved the wand in her hand, and the ground completely shattered, like a giant crocodile's mouth, swallowing Robinson in.

Then Ellie's hands closed together, and the cracked mound of earth suddenly closed. The eldest lady rubbed her hands together again, and the entire ground twisted until the monster's exposed bone blade stopped moving.

The Sheriff stared at what was happening in front of him with his mouth open, and for a long time he murmured: "Of course, you can do this."

The eldest lady's body fell back, she was breathing heavily, and blood slowly flowed out of her nostrils. She took out the magic replenishing potion from her pocket with trembling hands, but she didn't even have the strength to unscrew the bottle cap. .

"Allow me to serve you, Miss Nicks." Xing Ze took the potion, unscrewed the bottle cap and handed it over.

Ai Li used her last strength to give Xing Ze a middle finger.

"I'll take it as a blessing."

…

"He's seriously injured." A healer covered in blood examined Old Barty and said, "He needs surgery immediately."

"Then hold on tight." John said holding the wine bottle.

The healer shook his head, looked around and said, "As you can see, sir, there are a lot of wounded here that need treatment. There are people far more serious than him."

John took a sip of wine and looked around coldly, "Do you know who he is?"

"Barty Cratchit, so what? There is no distinction between high and low here."

"I appreciate your professionalism, therapist. But you have to understand one thing. Are you going to save just these people's lives, or are you going to save the lives of the entire school?"

The therapist looked puzzled.

John chuckled lightly and pulled out a wand as black as carbon from his robes, "Let me tell you something, Healer. What will every Auror, every wizard who passes the exam and becomes an Auror get first? ?”

John did not wait for the therapist to answer, but continued speaking on his own, "The first thing they got was not the sun badge or the letter of appointment, but this."

He raised the wand in front of his eyes, "This special wand can send out a signal, the torch signal of the Dawn Goddess that only Aurors can send out. I think you probably don't know what this means. It means that we will become Aurors." The key rescue target of the office.”

The therapist's eyes suddenly opened wide, with irrepressible joy on his face, "Then send the signal quickly."

John put his wand back into his robes, smiled and said, "Swear that you will save him, and then I will send the signal."

"Are you threatening a therapy staff member, sir?"

"Of course not, I just want you to make a choice, the most ordinary choice. The people who are saved here will be the whole school."

The therapist clenched his fists, and anyone could see that his beard was trembling with anger.

"Time waits for no one, sir," John urged.

The therapist finally nodded.

John raised the wine bottle with satisfaction and walked out of the classroom that was used as a temporary treatment room.

Sheikh, who was standing outside the door, followed him, "Threatening a therapist is not a decent thing to do, even for you."

"Don't worry, he can't find a place to complain to me anyway."

Shaikh walked closely with John, "Follow me, I know a place suitable for sending signals."

John's walking slowed down to allow the Sheikh to step forward.

"Is old Barty that important to you?"

"I think someone as smart as you should be able to figure it out." John gently fiddled with the black wand with his hands.

"You are trying to save old Barty's life so that those Aurors can rush here as soon as possible. After all, he is a war hero. Although something like that happened in the family, he is still deeply popular among the people.

"But what I don't understand is that the person directing the operations outside is Amelia Bones. She has always wanted to be the director of the department. Can you guarantee that she won't have any small ideas?"

"I can't," John replied calmly, "so when I went to warn the Ministry of Magic, I didn't just meet her."

As he spoke, John took out a crystal from his other pocket and said, "Scrimgeour owes me a big favor, and it's time for him to repay it."

"Can you contact the outside world?" Sheikh asked with a frown.

"Intermittently, dream pollution interferes with magic." John said, "But as long as you use enough magic, you can easily contact Scrimgeour, and he will personally bring the Auror to save us. The premise is that Old Barty Crow Qi cannot die. Otherwise, they will go to the center of town to stop the riot."

"Nice move." Sheikh praised, "But what I'm more curious about is your other reason."

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