Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

Helbo's order was to hunt down all the wizards who stayed in the fog of London.

Yes, the order this time was surprisingly simple and rude.And the malice contained therein seems to be stronger than any previous time.

Kill!

This vocabulary, which is light to say, but must be very heavy when done, wanders in the hearts of most "apprentices".Holding their wands in their hands, they wandered around in the gray mist, their eyes were fierce, cruel, hesitant, or worried.

No one is born bloodthirsty.

Perhaps many of these so-called "apprentices" are not good; but if they are asked to take the lives of others for no reason, they will also face numerous tortures derived from their personality.

However, Helbo's order is absolute.

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

Even if there might be some guys who hid personal careful thoughts deeply, there must be few left.

Therefore, even some of them will hesitate when facing the killing.But under Helbo's order, they would still wield their respective magic wands, depriving him of the right to life time and time again while their conscience was repeatedly condemned.

Death suddenly became common in this London fog.

The Aurors and the strikers of the Ministry of Magic had already been dispatched, fighting hard against the murderers everywhere in London.But they found that no matter whether these wizards still have a trace of goodwill in their hearts, or are vicious, vicious, cunning and cruel, none of them is weaker than them.

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

During the mobilization, a part of Maca's alienated eight-eyed giant spider also plunged into fierce battlefields everywhere.But the most powerful petrified sight of these spiders, but because of the obstruction of the fog, they are always unable to get the most out, and the battle began to become stalemate.

At this moment, the Ministry of Magic could no longer take care of the Muggle world, which made Scrimgeour's scalp tingling for a while.

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

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

...

"Killing Curse--"

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

The power and cruelty of Voldemort has been deeply imprinted in his heart since that day.Day after day, year after year, that memory not only did not become the source of his hatred, but instead became a force that twisted his soul.

Carter became withdrawn, silent, yet eager to be strong.

This pathological thirst caused by the sudden change of fear forced him to work hard, coupled with his inferior talent, which allowed him to accumulate little by little knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers.

However, when he thought that his abilities were strong enough one day, Voldemort was resurrected!

It was the day that Maca and Lockhart held that "personal audiovisual conference". Carter sat in the middle of the audience and witnessed the return of Voldemort with his own eyes.

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

Carter did not expect that the returning Voldemort was obviously stronger than before!The scattered black flowing clouds and the blazing and treacherous black flames were all terrifying black magic that he couldn't understand but had infinite power.

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

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

Just as Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that invisibly hit his soul was far from over.Because just after that, when that Maca McLean's ice crystal beam pierced the night and pierced the sky, he was truly desperate.

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

That is the ancient wizard who has survived since ancient Greece!According to the clues described in various ancient books, we can know that that period was the most prosperous era of wizarding civilization. How can the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be comparable to modern curses?

In order to be taught by Haierbo himself, Carter resolutely implemented every order issued by the other party.He used his wisdom to gather the wizarding people in secret, and through the ancient magic rituals given by Helbo, ordinary wizards became followers under his control.

I have to say that he did much better than Martin, and there was no error in any link.

Not to mention, Carter has been a lonely man since he was ten years old, he has no friends and no lover, and 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 hesitation, but that desire for power enabled him to wave his wand without hesitation, and spit out green awns decisively from the tip of the stick.

Until now, not to mention ordinary wizards and civilians, even several Aurors of the Ministry of Magic have been killed by his men one after another.

However, wantonly taking the lives of others is not without cost.

As we all know, strong evil thoughts will make black magic powerful, and in contrast, every black magic will in turn make the caster spawn 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 dark abyss.

"Die—"

Suddenly, Carter sideways avoided a disarming spell cast by a black wizard striker, and then continued forward without stopping, and then slammed on the opponent's stomach.

"Boom!"

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

"Kill! Die! Kill... for Teacher Helbo!" Carter glared at the fallen striker with bloodshot eyes, and snarled like crazy, "Avada So-"

He almost released the power of the Killing Curse against the opponent's head.For a time, the green light burst out, and due to the close distance, the burst of shock even knocked him to the ground.

Knocking on the back of his head on the ground, it hurts fiercely, but the pain aroused his fierceness even more.

In the next second, I saw him quickly get up from the ground, turning his head and extending his wand toward the wizard closest to him, without looking at the long-silent blowr.

"Stop, Carter! I'm—"

"Avada..."

"Damn it! That guy is crazy!"

A wizard who was also an apprentice of Helbo saw that he couldn't listen to his words at all, and quickly fitted his body and threw aside, avoiding the deadly green beam dangerously.

Fortunately, after seeing the opponent lying on the ground, Carter suddenly shifted the target and ran away in other directions.

A few seconds later, the wizard who fell to the ground heard a scream, and he didn't know which hapless ghost was the victim.

But when he raised his head and looked around, he realized that Carter was not alone in madness?

Somehow, even the group of "congregants" led by Carter seemed to be infected by his frenzied spirit, and a fierce riot occurred collectively.

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

"what--"

Suddenly, the leading Carter raised his head quickly, and a depressing roar suddenly spread in the endless mist.

...

When the first gruesome roar cut through the sky of London, the nightmare kicked off.

Maca, who had just walked to the entrance of St. Mungo’s Magic Hospital, was suddenly drawn back from the confusion by the strange, crazy, chilling roar.

"what happened?"

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

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

"Uh...thank you, Luna."

Hermione pursed her lips, then looked at Maca again-she hoped to get a slightly more reassuring answer from Maca's mouth.

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

"then you--"

Hermione obviously wanted to ask something, but Luna, who was half hugging her, shook her head seriously, and then took her to the red brick department store window.

When Ginny and Ron saw this, they hurriedly followed.

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

"Professor McLean!"

A familiar voice made Hermione and Luna all four of them subconsciously stopped and looked back, only to see that the speaker was Pansy Parkinson.

Behind Pansy, another figure in an off-white cloak made Hermione look at each other suspiciously.

"Oh, are you two?" Maca saw this and immediately greeted him, "Is it such a coincidence? Why are you here?"

"Because we were on the opposite side just now," Pansy said, and soon shook his head. "Professor McLean, I actually want to ask this question-especially Miss Granger, why are you coming to London? Too dangerous!"