Chapter 1072 Terrible Killing

There will always be people who have not paid attention to this interstellar spellcasting.

For example, the people who fought intensively in the room, oh, apart from those young lovers, perhaps the battles of Snape and others were obviously more exciting.

Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is a very special person.

He used to be a Squib, but he was so eager for magic. Before he had the ability to cast spells, Anton had already discovered that this gentleman had secretly learned the method of "cleaning up" spells.

Mr. Filch knows every detail of the spell-casting gestures that are standard enough to be used as textbooks and the pronunciation of the spell, except that it cannot be really released.

In the past, many little wizards secretly spread the ambiguous relationship between Mr. Filch, the gatekeeper, and Mrs. Pince, the school library. After all, these two people are one of the most hated characters among little wizards.

But maybe, Mr. Filch, who is fanatical about magic knowledge, and Mrs. Pince, who guards magic knowledge, have a certain kind of perfect fit from a certain angle and they like each other.

Who knows.

But one thing can be guessed-how much magic did Mr. Filch learn in the magic school and the school library during his long life at Hogwarts?

Nobody knows.

But such accumulation is obviously enough to amaze every comrade in arms beside him.

Filch assumed the most standard casting posture, waved the most standard casting gestures, and released the magic meticulously.

In his eyes, there is a fanatical love for magic.

That kind of fanaticism even made tears well up in his eyes every time he released a spell.

How could such a wizard not be powerful?

As Anton said, everyone's soul is great. There are too many people who want to become great in the real world, all they need is an opportunity.

"Quietly!"

"The windows are closed!"

The two simplest spells did not attract the attention of the witch hunters in this house, but none of them knew that the whole house had been quietly sealed off.

"Tough as iron!"

In the end, streaks of metallic luster spread across all the doors and windows, completely turning the whole house into a prison that couldn't fly.

Filch's spellcasting continued, and he waved his wand so earnestly, as if doing a holy thing, full of devotion.

"The footsteps are silent!"

"The breath is concealed!"

"Ignore the invisible!"

The three curses quickly spread on the companions, putting everyone in an extremely suitable fighting state.

After finishing all this, Filch made a slightly exaggerated salute, and slowly retreated behind everyone, holding Mrs. Norris the cat, "We can start now."

"Wow~" Fiennes was stunned.

"Wow~" Gillian's eyes were full of admiration.

"Wow~" Lockhart looked at this ugly monster who was so radiant at this moment, and unexpectedly felt that the other party was much more handsome than himself, and envy and jealousy welled up in his heart for a while.

Snape glanced at Filch with a smile and nodded, "It is my honor to fight side by side with you."

oh!

Hearing this sentence, Filch suddenly burst into tears, Merlin's beard, he was really excited.

Did you hear that?

Did you hear that?

Professor Snape said it was his honor to fight alongside me!

God!

Snape patted him on the shoulder, looked at every figure beside him, "Yes, it is my honor to fight side by side with each of you."

"Then..." He lightly raised the wand in his hand, "Let's go!"

"Let's go!" Everyone said in unison.

This is destined to be a terrible killing. The dark wizard Snape who has experienced the cruelest battle, the female werewolf Gillian who released the suppressed animal nature in her heart, the old dark wizard Fiennes who wanders on the edge of life and death all the year round, and the soul The twisted Filch, and the even more twisted Lockhart by the Forgotten Curse...

The battle of these people is destined not to be a child's play.

The blood spewed out from the witch hunter's chest, and turned into terrible poison in the blue-purple smoke, instantly burning the person who was sprayed with wounds with visible skulls.

The bullets from the machine guns of the witch hunters sprayed out like a stream of water, affected by the 'Bone Shield' spell and the 'Arrow Deflection' spell, the metal torrent bounced wildly in the room, harvesting more lives.

Death became the only sound in this airtight iron cage.

The blood gathered into a long river, and was used again, turning into a terrifying demon.

No one expected that the most frightening thing was the weak-looking Lockhart.

Under his magic wand, several witch hunters turned into guards and stood in front of him with pious faces, resisting the attacks of gun bullets and machetes for him, gritting their teeth and refusing to fall even if they were seriously injured.

Some people started to kill each other crazily, as if they were facing wizards that they themselves hated very much.

He didn't lie to Anton. The Oblivion Curse was used in subtle ways, and it was more terrifying than the three unforgivable Imperius Curse.

And to do this, you only need to exchange the cognition of someone or something that the other person cares most about in the memory of the other party with yourself, it's as simple as that.

With the last breath of his life, he must also protect Lockhart's life.

Perhaps, the other party just recognized Lockhart as his little daughter who died like an angel.

Who knows.

Finally, the fighting subsided completely.

The huge werewolf shook its fur, and the blood and stumps were thrown away. With a burst of twisting and deformation, the brutal werewolf who had harvested countless lives transformed into a woman again.

Countless vines spread criss-cross, blocking everyone's sight.

After the spiked vines slid and disappeared, Gillian re-dressed in ladylike clothes appeared on the spot.

With tenderness and shyness on his face, he desperately locked the animal nature in his heart into the cage again.

There is a beast in everyone's heart, and her beast is more savage, because that is the reality of her past years.

She is no longer a werewolf, she has begun to be tamed by human society, and she no longer wants to become that beast.

However, for Sev, she doesn't mind turning into a beast again, as long as she can help him.

Everyone is panting and refraining from the spiritual stimulation brought about by the killing. This group of people is so unique, each of them yearns for a better life, and each of them has entered the situation of killing.

Just then, a cell phone rang.

Snape waved his wand and let the mobile phone float in front of him. Looking at the 'Mr. Barty Crouch Jr.' displayed on the black and white electronic screen above, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

Fiennes snapped his fingers, and suddenly, a dead body with only half of its body on the ground stood up from the ground with its arms propped up.

He opened his mouth slightly, and made a voice like before, "Ah, ha, hey, um."

Then, Fiennes looked at Snape and nodded.

The phone floated directly in front of Mr. Corpse, and he opened it.

"What's going on, you'd better give me a reason that can convince me why you scumbags secretly gathered for a meeting without my consent!" Little Barty's roar was transmitted far from the speaker of the phone .

"Help me! The Auror is here, save me!" Mr. Corpse screamed expressionlessly, and then the phone was hung up.

Slap.

Mr. Corpse lost all his strength and fell back to the ground.

Fiennes raised his eyebrows, "Quack quack, it seems that we have to make a good arrangement here and prepare a sumptuous and delicious meal for Mr. Crouch."

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