The demon shouted at Andrew with a toad-like scream, stretched out his hands to Andrew, and strode on his hind feet. Lightning struck overhead, blinding the light. Thunder followed, deep enough to shake the streets under Andrew's bare feet.

Thunder.

Lightning.

Storm.

Andrew looked up at the disturbing clouds overhead, reflected in the streamer of lightning, and the beauty was incomparably brighter. Power tossed and jumped in the storm, mystical energy of eternity powerful enough to break gold, and hot winds and boiling water could turn everything it touched into ashes.

At this juncture, Andrew suddenly remembered an old saying: let the storm come more violently.

The demon howled and swung towards Andrew, clumsy but fast. Andrew raised his wand to the sky with one hand and pointed the fingers of the other at the demon.

The demon broke free of Andrew's magic and wanted to deal a fatal blow to Andrew. Unfortunately, Andrew was ready, and Tale seemed to have been a little confused by the ugly monster, and Andrew prevented her from casting the spell casually, lest she be attacked on her back.

If the enemy can use the power of lightning, why can't Andrew change his perspective? Vulcan may not be standing behind Andrew at this time, and Andrew can also borrow the power of the storm, which is a wise move.

No ritual can take shape on a storm, no magic circle can provide defense, not even any spell can protect Andrew's mind from the penetration of magical energy.

Andrew unleashed Andrew's sense towards the sky, sensing the storm, grabbing the invisible power and drawing it into the form of primordial energy, which would rush towards Andrew, towards the tip of Andrew's staff.

"Andrew?" said Tale. "What are you doing?" she curled up on the floor in her evening gown, trembling, her voice weak and small.

"When you were a kid, did you ever play a game where a group of people held hands and formed a row, everyone rubbed their feet on the carpet, and then the last person in the row touched one of them's ears and everyone was electrocuted?"

"Yes. She wondered.

"I'm doing the same thing, but on a larger scale. “

The demon howled again, and then leapt into the air with its powerful legs, and pounced on Andrew, its posture in which it was terrifying and graceful to the point of eeriness.

Andrew poured the last of Andrew's remaining thoughts into the staff, as well as into the clouds in the sky and the swarming power. "Help me!" shouted Andrew. "Thunder is coming!"

Under Andrew's mind, a flash of lightning shot from the tip of Andrew's wand to the dark clouds above, and it touched the churning, turbulent core of the storm.

Hell responds with thunder.

Lightning, white-hot fury rained down on Andrew with the wind and torrential rain, surrounding the staff.

Andrew felt the force bombard the damp earth, and the shock was like a giant hammer. The force traveled along the wand into Andrew's arm, causing Andrew to bend his bent body.

Andrew had to use all his strength to control the power of heaven and earth to achieve the effect that Andrew envisioned, continue to point his finger at the demon when it rushed towards him, and prevent the demon roaring in his body from descending on the world, causing more damage to the chaotic world that was already on the verge of destruction.

When the demon was only about six inches away from Andrew, the furious force of the storm was transmitted from Andrew's rickety body to Andrew's arm, and then shot out from Andrew's fingertips, hitting it directly into its core. The force sent the demon flying backwards into the air, and then it came to a standstill in the air, its entire body wrapped in a blinding halo of energy.

The demon struggled desperately, screaming, toad-like arms and legs waving and kicking.

Then it exploded into a blue fire. At one point, the night sky was lit up as bright as day, and Andrew had to cover his eyes. Tale cried out in fear, and Andrew thought that the demons in her body had been screaming with her all along.

The night was quiet again. There were some burning debris in the sky, and Andrew didn't even want to think about what it was, and the wreckage was quickly burned into small scraps of flesh, which hissed in the water and then cooled. The wind suddenly stopped, the rain eased, and the violent force of the storm was consumed.

Tale sat up, blinking, expressionless. She glared at Andrew.

"What are you going to do next Saturday?" Andrew asked her.

She kept looking at Andrew like this for a while, and then lay down quietly on her side.

Andrew heard footsteps coming from the shadows to the other side. "Summon demons. The gloomy tone said with disgust. "Aside from the atrocities you've already committed, I know I've smelled the Dark Arts again in the winds tonight. Lee, you're a disaster. “

Andrew turned his head slightly, and it turned out to be Dexter, the overseer of the Ministry of Magic, who was tall and wearing a black raincoat. His wet hair stuck to his head, and the rain ran down his face like a canal on a rock.

"I didn't summon that thing. Andrew said, his tone slurred by exhaustion. "But I sent it back to my hometown beautifully, didn't you see?"

"I see you're resisting it. Dexter said. "I don't see anyone else summoning it, though. You didn't know if you summoned it yourself, and then it got out of control. I wouldn't have found out otherwise, Andrew, it's not a good thing for you. “

Andrew smiled. "Don't put gold on your own face. Andrew said. "I wouldn't deliberately summon a demon out just to see you, Dexter. “

He narrowed his eyes, which were already small. "I've summoned the Ministry. He said. "Andrew, in two more dawns, they will come to hear my testimony, and I will present evidence against you. A much fainter flash of lightning swept through the sky, making his eyes look crazy, revealing the look of a madman. "Then they'll sentence you to death. “

The flame in Andrew's eyes had faded, and he stared at him for a moment. "Ministry of Magic. Andrew said. "Will you come here, come to this place?"

Dexter gave Andrew a sinister smile. "On Monday, early in the morning, Andrew Lee will be brought before the Lord who will judge you. I didn't really like my position as an executioner. But if it's your case, I'd be happy to take on that role. “

Andrew felt a little offended when he pronounced Andrew's full name, and he heard the demon in his body roar to turn the arrogant Auror straight to ashes - maybe it should be, and Andrew's sanity almost agreed.

Some people want to annoy Andrew, maybe it's just a coincidence. If Andrew evaded the summons of the Ministry of Magic and evaded them, it would be tantamount to confessing his guilt, which would lead to a lot of disaster, and because they knew Andrew's name, they could find Andrew. They could get Andrew, no matter where he was hiding.

Tale groaned and moved slightly. "Ann--Andrew?" she slurred. "What's going on?"

Andrew faced her to see if she was okay. And when Andrew looked back again, Dexter was gone. Tale sneezed and leaned close to Andrew. Andrew wrapped his arm around her and asked her to share what little heat he had left.

Monday morning.

On Monday morning, Dexter would file a complaint against Andrew with his suspicions, and that alone would probably be enough for some of the big names in the Ministry of Magic to summon Andrew. Whoever that Mr. or Miss Shadow is, Andrew has to find him by Monday morning, or Andrew may have to give up some of his status in Wizarding Britain and join the warbands directly as spoilers---- Death Eaters, Wizarding Army, Don Order, and Ministry of Magic in the war.

As the police car pulled over and the searchlights shone on Andrew, Andrew was thinking carefully about how miserable today's date was, and Uncle Police said through the megaphone: "Put that wooden staff down, raise your hands, and don't act rashly." “

Supposedly, a topless man and a woman in an evening dress sit on the sidewalk on a rainy day, like a couple of drunkards who have just left a party. This kind of thing is common for the police.

Tale covered his eyes with his hands and stared at the searchlight. The few times she vomited just now was to vomit all the potions in her stomach, and also stopped those lewd effects. "Tonight. She said in a calm tone. "It was the worst night I've ever had. “

The officer got out of the car and walked over to the two.

Andrew muttered, "You're also a wizard, maybe you haven't experienced such a fierce battle, but you're also a character, you should know that this is the consequence of wanting to go out with a wizard." “

She turned her head sideways and winked at Andrew, her eyes flashing with anger for a moment. She almost laughed, and when she spoke again, her tone betrayed a vengeful satisfaction.

"But it makes for a great story. “

When the battle ended, it was already after midnight, and Andrew was still worried about his date with Bella, but unfortunately, Bella didn't come until it was dark. Andrew was slightly disappointed, and the demon inside him was clamoring to give the woman a good look.

However, it soon became clear to Andrew that Bella did not mean to miss the appointment. After a long time, Bella Randall really had a reason for not showing up on Saturday night.

Because she's dead.

Andrew sneezed as he leaned over the yellow cordon, Andrew was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt and a police car before he crossed the town to Bella Randall's apartment, --- Qiu was called home by her parents, Luna hadn't gotten up yet, and Hermione had already gone to the ministry.

Andrew was wearing cowboy boots on his feet, and Crookhill took away one of Andrew's sneakers, and Andrew didn't have time to look for them, so Andrew could only wear what he could find at hand. It's a strange cat---- he misses the panda he kept at home, and Andrew hasn't seen a panda in a long time.

Bella died that evening. When Hermione arrived at the scene, she tried to call Andrew, but couldn't get through, so she sent a police car to pick him up and ask him to do some routine counselling work.

The dutiful patrolman who had been ordered to pick up Andrew stopped a street away from Andrew's apartment to examine a crazy naked man, only to be surprised and suspicious when he found that it was the same person he had picked up and taken to the crime scene.

Dear Tale came to Andrew's rescue, explaining that it was all "in plain sight" and assuring the officer that she was safe and could drive home on her own.

When she turned the corner and saw the tragic state of Andrew's apartment again, and the huge dent that the demon had left on the side of her car, her face turned a little pale. But she made a fearless expression and finally left the scene with a "I have a story to write" gaze. Before leaving, she stopped and kissed Andrew on the cheek, whispering in Andrew's ear, "Oh, Andy." She patted Andrew on the back and got into the car.

Rita Skeeter isn't the only wizard journalist who's gone to great lengths to make things up for the sake of journalism, Andrew is sure.

Andrew's laundry consisted only of sweatpants and a T-shirt, which depicted a cemetery in caricature and a sentence in bold letters: "Easter Cancelled - Body Found".

Dressed in his shirt and pants, his miraculous coat that had escaped the clutches of the devil, and Andrew's completely ill-matched cowboy boots, Andrew boarded a patrol car and let them take Andrew through town. Andrew clipped his badge to the lapel of his coat and followed the uniformed strips in, one of whom led Andrew to Hermione.

On the way, Andrew got a general idea of the situation, and there were many people standing nearby to watch the excitement. It was still very early, and the scene was hazy with smoke and rain. Several police cars were parked in the apartment complex's parking lot, one on the lawn next to the entrance, and the concrete-floored courtyard leading to the apartment where the accident occurred. Someone left the warning lights on, flashing blue lights shrouded the entire scene, large black shadows and cold lights flashed alternately, and many yellow cordons surrounded by them.

Standing in the center was Hermione.

She looked more tired than she was --- dealing with ten exams at once, and sometimes Andrew wondered if it was more tiring to face exams or more tiring to work---- as if since Andrew had last met her, she had only survived on things that fell out of the vending machine and off-flavored coffee.

Her brown eyes were tired and bloodshot, but they were still sharp. "Andrew. She said as she stared at Andrew. "Are you trying to get Donkey Kong to climb into your hair?"

Andrew tried to smile her back. "We also need to find a screaming heroine, are you interested?"

Hermione snorted, she really could hum for someone with a cute little nose like her. "Less. “