Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Mr. Weasley, if I'm not mistaken...I think I might understand why Mr. McLean kicked us out of Hogwarts."

Suddenly, the words of the old sir made Charlie stunned, and suddenly realized something.

"You mean, it was Hogwarts's direction that these living corpses were kneeling before?"

He hesitated, but then frowned and shook his head.

"But... Old Sir, if Maca knew what was going to happen, why couldn't he tell us directly? His appearance at the time was really impressive... Honestly, if it wasn't for me to be sure that it was indeed Ma at the time. Ka, at this moment I even want to doubt, maybe all this was made by him under the control of Helbo!"

"Of course you can't rule out the possibility that you said," Old Aslan said with a serious face, "And compared to you, I haven't even met the little Mr. McLean before-just because everyone I seem to think he is very reliable, so I am more inclined to what he might have troubles, and deliberately chose to drive us away from Hogwarts in an alienated attitude."

"Ok."

Charlie nodded slightly, but didn't know how to answer the conversation.

"In short, thinking about it now, it seems that our north is really nothing but Hogwarts... Even Helbo should be in London. To be honest, we actually have reason to think that the latter may also I've been to Hogwarts!"

"And what happened at Hogwarts?" Charlie pondered. "Could it be that Maca fought him at Hogwarts again?"

"Maybe!"

This inference of the old wizard is indeed very reasonable, and in fact it is indeed part of his guess.It's a pity that he couldn't guess some of the most core and secret things.

And when the two were talking softly here and the other wizards were busy adding protection to the camp, abruptly, another chilling and terrifying aura came from the north.

At the same time, a thunder-like roar suddenly swept across the camp with the slight tremors of the earth, causing everyone's heart to jump again.

"Living corpses! The group of living corpses is here!"

The shout suddenly sounded from the north, but soon everyone discovered that it was not as simple as a living corpse.

"No, not just living corpses, but also—"

"Boom!"

The sorcerer who used the sound reinforcement curse on the temporary guard tower near the edge of the camp was too late to speak. Everyone saw a giant black figure suddenly appearing from the mist in the north, slamming into it. On the protective curse barrier supported by dozens of witches and wizards.

Just like this, the translucent barrier instantly shattered.

Only at this time, everyone finally saw the specific appearance of that terrifying figure-it was a huge humanoid monster with two long horns on its head, covered in pitch black, with muscle knots.The thick arms, the hideous face and the scarlet eyes made people shudder.

However, its horrible appearance is not the most important thing. The key is that it rushed straight into the camp and began to destroy and trample on the brutal posture of a group of wizards, which made people feel terrified in their hearts.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

In just a blink of an eye, many wizards in the north of the camp died under its merciless stepping, and even if someone could grit their teeth and try to wave their wands to counterattack, the spell fell on his body but it seemed to be just tickling it. There is no possibility of even scratching the skin.

Seeing this scene, Old Aslan immediately understood that this was no longer an enemy they could deal with.Not to mention, in the gap that was pierced by it, there are still many living corpses rushing in frantically, and there are even many individuals who have evolved.

"Go south, don't hesitate, go immediately!"

While shouting, he was about to move forward. Seeing that Charlie seemed to be following too, he immediately pushed him backhand.

"You too!"

"but--"

Charlie wanted to argue, but Old Aslan glared at him.At this moment, the old wizard no longer had the usual laziness and casualness, and seemed to suddenly become a lot more majestic.

"There is only one person responsible for attracting its attention. Hurry and go... If possible, take Kate away from the UK! From the current situation, this is no longer a place for people to stay!"

The old wizard held the magic wand tightly, turned his head and ran towards the tall figure, sighing softly in his mouth:

"It seems that we have far underestimated the horror of this disaster!"

"Old Sir—"

Charlie hesitated for a moment on the spot, but when he thought of Old Aslan's last mention of Kate's appearance, he had to turn around with difficulty, mounted a broomstick and covered the others from the group of chasing corpses to the south.

When he turned his head again on the way, he saw that the old wizard had stood in front of the huge demon-like figure, and violently waved the magic wand in his hand.

"—"

A blazing earth-yellow arc of magical power burst out from the tip of his wand, and shot straight to the black giant's abdomen.The dazzling brilliance shows its extremely high intensity, and it can be seen that the magic level of the old wizard is really not low-that is far beyond the level that ordinary wizards can achieve.

If you have to compare...Perhaps, this old Hufflepuff, who is of the same age as Dumbledore, is not much worse than Dumbledore in terms of spells.

I have to say that if he returns to the UK a few years ago, his strength will definitely arouse the amazement of many forces-the strong in the hidden world will always be sought after, not to mention that he does possess and "strong" The ability to match the term "dealer".

But it is a pity that this aspect that he is best at in his life, in today's disaster, has been difficult to bloom the glory of this era.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, I saw the black demon waved his hand suddenly, shooting away the arc of the spell cast by the old wizard.And then, it took a violent step forward, clenching its huge fist, and slammed it down at the place where the old wizard was standing.

"Boom—"

As the dust splashed, the old wizard also flew dangerously and dangerously through the reaction force of the Flying Sand Curse and flew out of the opponent's smashing range, and rolled around on the ground quite awkwardly.

When he got up again in a hurry, his left hand was already weakly hanging on his side, and it looked useless.

"Can't Apparate...It's really a bad thing."

The area that was previously evacuated from the mist was just the opposite highland hillside. The camp was still covered by gray mist, affecting everyone to use the Phantom Shifting Charm.

"hiss……"

Old Aslan's forehead oozes fine beads of sweat from the pain of the fracture of his left arm.