Chapter 499

Anton squatted on the ground and looked at these red rune traces suspiciously. He dug them with his nails and found that these traces seemed to penetrate the entire ground.

So he simply lay down and smelled it with his nose, and a smell from blood came to his nostrils.

Hearing Scrimgeour's question, he raised his head, "What are these runes written in, have you checked?"

Montgomery spread his hands, "Yes, the blood of some unknown magical animal is rich in magic power. I don't know what the specific animal is. I have cut a piece of it with a knife and a stone and sent it to Dorset. Newt Scamman Mr. De to help to see. He hasn't replied yet."

Lupine's heart moved, and he also squatted down, "Let me see."

He staggered the fingers of both hands, and held the wand in a strange posture. Then, the tip of the wand began to change, like a trumpet.

He blew hard on the tail of the wand, and countless silver-gray powders rushed towards the ground with a hazy white light.

Then, he stepped back slowly, staring at the light.

"Woooo~~~~" The wind in the cave became more frenzied, and the wail became louder and louder, as if it was the howling of a wild beast.

Or rather, it was really the howling of a beast.

A black cheetah with four ears, a dagger was inserted from its left eye socket, and countless blood flowed out.

With its extremely stiff forearms, the cheetah dragged its twisted legs and abdomen little by little, smearing a trace of blood on the ground little by little.

Boom~

The silver light burst and the scene disappeared.

Lupine was panting heavily and his whole body was on the verge of falling. Anton quickly got up and supported him, "Are you okay?"

Lu Ping looked a little pale, pursed his lips and shook his head, took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, broke off a piece vigorously and stuffed it into his mouth.

Scrimgeour frowned and looked at Lupine, "This is Alemi?"

Lupine nodded slightly, "Yes."

Scrimgeour pursed his lips and walked to the hexagram pattern, looked down at the bloody dagger, slowly waved his wand, and pointed at the dagger lightly.

He swung his wand, making a spell-casting gesture similar to a swimming fish moving forward in waves, and suddenly retracted towards his chest, then stabbed out quickly.

Say the spell in an ancient runic pronunciation, "Call the dead!"

Boom~

A huge bonfire loomed behind him. The flames were burning, gradually dyed from orange-yellow to faint green, and finally all the colors faded slowly.

Not just flames.

Everything around me seemed to fade away.

Anton only felt a strange feeling of coldness, loneliness, loneliness, tearing, etc. emerged in his heart. Everything in his field of vision seemed to be cooling down rapidly. Hoarfrost was growing in every corner, and everything in his field of vision was rapidly fading away. color.

Finally turned into extremely pale black and white.

As if it was the paleness of black-and-white photos after the passage of time, my heart was pulled hard, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Call the undead!"

Scrimgeour chanted the spell again, his whole body was swinging rapidly, trembling slightly, as if he was about to fall to the ground at any moment.

Finally, a touch of red appeared in the field of vision.

A black panther whose waist was twisted into a strange shape appeared in the air, one eye was empty without blood, and one vertical pupil flickered with pain.

It opened its mouth suddenly, and Scrimgeour appeared in front of it as if the space had been dislocated.

With an extremely strange biting sound, blood gushed from Scrimgeour's shoulder instantly.

Boom~

Following Scrimgeour's cry of pain, all the strange changes disappeared, and everyone regained their normal vision. Everyone panted as if they had just climbed out of the lake, almost suffocating.

"Boss!" Montgomery came over, quickly recovering his wand to stop Scrimgeour's bleeding.

Another Auror stripped Scrimgeour's shirt off, revealing a large, neat imprint on his bloodied shoulder.

He hastily took out the regular white fresh essential oil from his pocket and applied it to Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour looked at the large and small scars on his body, and shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just a bit of backlash from casting spells, when we awakened the undead."

Seeing that the Auror was smeared and the wound was recovering quickly, he put on his suit and shirt and said in a cold voice, "Get ready, restart the ritual magic, I want to talk to this Alemi."

"This..." Montgomery seemed a little hesitant.

Anton also frowned, "Director Scrimgeour, I don't recommend you to do this, the emotions in the air here have accumulated to the extreme, a kind of sadness of losing life, despair of life and death, if you activate Ritual magic may fully awaken this Alemi and make it extremely powerful."

Lupine also had a face of disapproval, "Dark magic creatures themselves have extremely strange abilities, and in this environment, there will be unpredictable dangers."

"Dangerous? Huh~"

Scrimgeour sneered, and turned to look at Anton, "Do you know how the box magic accumulated in the Auror office over the years came from?"

Anton frowned, "I guess it wasn't invented by some wizard and given to the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour took out a cigarette from the silver cigarette case, and struck a match tremblingly, and slowly lit it, "As I said, I'm only interested in this kind of life-continuing magic."

Anton looked him up and down, "You seem to be in the prime of life."

"No, not for me!"

Scrimgeour exhaled slowly, "To those top wizards, to those wizards who are irreplaceable in certain fields, at the necessary moment when the war comes."

"This is a necessary technical reserve. I think I have already told you the most fundamental principles of our Aurors."

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Ritual magic was activated again.

Montgomery relighted the candle.

An Auror walked up to the center of the hexagram with a file and began to say the spells required for the ritual magic.

"Amoa Moxido...Mexido...Lescido..."

As he chanted the mantra, everyone seemed to feel that the whole world was shaking, smoke lingered in their field of vision, colorful lights and shadows flickered, and the sound of the mantra echoed quickly.

Anton frowned as he listened to this incantation. This is an ancient rune, translated into a modern language, it roughly means—to pray to the god of death again, your loyal believer offers his most loyal companion, and prays for powerful magic power... …

It sounds very evil.

But, the spellcaster who made this ritual magic before was really smart. According to the practice of this evil ritual, many wizards need to sacrifice their lovers, relatives and friends, and he chose Alemi.

What could be a more loyal companion than Alami in this world.

And this is obviously the second stage of ritual magic. The caster was supposed to absorb the power of the earth to keep Mary alive, and then let the earth attract Alemi, and finally used Alemi to cast ritual magic again.

Sure enough, in the weird world of wizards, no one can be underestimated. Although some wizards are not strong enough and knowledgeable, as long as they master some strange magic, they can still pose a great threat to others.

Finally, the whole world shook, and the vision returned to normal again. Except for the offerings on the fruit plate with the six corners of the six-pointed star, everything else seemed to have remained the same.

The eye-like patterns on the leaves of the wasabi ghost eye suddenly blinked, and each eye quietly looked at everyone.

The heart of the unknown animal started beating, and although there was no blood flowing, it made the sound of pumping viscous liquid.

The clear water was tumbling, with bubbles constantly emerging from the bottom.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, turning orange red for a while, and green for a while.

There was also that dagger, which was originally laid flat on the ground, but now it was pierced into the ground fiercely, and blood flowed from the blade like a spring.

All the Aurors drew out their wands to be vigilant. Scrimgeour took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and raised his hands, "Please show up Alemi, I hope to talk to you, if you want to be free."

In the corner, Anton, who was guarded by Lupin, stretched out his small head. The socket of one eye was full of colorful swirls, and the socket of the other eye was filled with azure blue light.

He tilted his head, looking curiously at the fantastic line pattern formed by the magic power between heaven and earth.

——A black panther was firmly pierced by a huge dagger and fixed on the ground. Countless eyes floated in mid-air and stared at the panther. The eyes seemed to have magic power, and countless phantoms floated from the panther.

——Amidst the vague appearance of the beating heart, these phantoms seemed to be swallowed up, submerged into the clear water, submerged into the rice, and turned into the purest breath of life, rushing towards a magical passage.

Then Anton switched to the vision at the end of the soul.

I vaguely saw the memory planet of the black panther, and countless black threads of the soul gushed out and connected to another memory planet, transmitting countless messages.

That memory planet is An Mi Duoduo.

However, in this endless void, there is another memory planet quietly forming a stable triangle with Amidododuo and Alemi.

Numerous messages alternate rapidly along these soul black lines.

Anton blinked in surprise, and immediately realized that this should be the wizard who arranged the ritual magic.

He looked at the memory planet curiously.

It's a pity that he has no way to see through this memory planet in detail, and he has no idea who the other party is.

The only thing that's kind of weird is...

Anton looked at a black line of soul extending from this memory planet with some doubts.

It is connected to its own memory planet.

"???"

What the hell? Is this product still related to me?

Anton controlled a soul black thread and touched it quietly, and a scene appeared in his mind.

A dark place with railings, well, this background is familiar to Anton, Azkaban, very familiar.

A middle-aged wizard knelt on the ground, looking a little pale, with a goatee beard.

With a devout expression on his face, he put his hand deep into his mouth, with a fierce expression on his face, he broke off a tooth with all his strength, ignoring the blood in his hand, and buried the tooth in a small mound in front of him with a sense of ritual.

He called out loudly, his eyes blurred, and his hands clasped together, "Weasley, our king, please give me the strength to escape from this hell."

"???" Anton looked puzzled. "What the hell? What are you doing?"