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

Yes, this time the order was surprisingly simple and crude. And the malice contained in it seems to be stronger than any before.

Slaughter!

This word, which is light to say but must be extremely heavy to do, lingers in the minds of the vast majority of "apprentices". They wandered through the gray mist with wands in hand, their eyes either fierce, cruel, hesitant, or worried.

No one is born murderous.

Perhaps many of these so-called "apprentices" are not good; But once they are asked to take the lives of others for no reason, then they will also face many tortures from their personalities.

However, Helpo's order was absolute.

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

Even if there may be some guys who hide their personal thoughts deeply, there must be very little left.

So even some of them are hesitant to face the killing. But at Helbo's orders, they still wave their wands, depriving him of his right to life again and again while his conscience is condemned.

Death suddenly became common in the fog of London.

The Aurors and Strikers of the Ministry of Magic have already been dispatched, fighting their way around London to fend off the murderers. However, they found that these wizards, whether they still had a glimmer of good intentions in their hearts, or they were fierce, vicious, cunning and cruel, and none of them were weaker than them.

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

In the midst of a transfer, some of Maca's alienated eight-eyed giant spiders were also thrown into fierce battlefields. However, the most powerful petrified sight of these spiders was always not used to the fullest due to the obstruction of the fog, and the battle began to become stalemate.

At the moment, the Ministry of Magic could no longer take care of the Muggle world, which made Scrimgeur's scalp tingle in the back.

"I hope the Muggle queen and the old bishop will try to come up with a proper response!" - At this moment, Scrimgeour can only hope for this.

Regardless, the catastrophe in London continues, and it is highly likely that this is just the beginning.

……

"Avada Suo—"

Carter was originally just an ordinary orphan, and 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.

Voldemort's strength and cruelty have been deeply engraved in his heart since that day. Day after day, year after year, that memory not only did not become a source of hatred for him, but instead became a force that distorted his mind.

Carter begins to become withdrawn, silent, but eager to be strong.

This sick desire mutated from fear forced him to continue to work hard, coupled with his already good talent, so that he gradually accumulated knowledge and strength that surpassed many of his peers.

However, just when he thought he was strong enough one day, Voldemort was resurrected!

It was the day that Marka and Lockhart held that "one-man audio-visual meeting," and Carter sat in the middle of the audience and witnessed Voldemort's return.

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

Carter didn't expect that Voldemort, who had returned, was obviously even stronger than he was back then! The scattered black clouds, the fiery and treacherous black flames, all of them were terrifying black magic that he couldn't understand, but they were infinitely powerful.

However, it was Voldemort who was so powerful that he was actually trampled in the face by the somewhat ridiculous-looking Gilderoy Lockhart!

What is this? What is his efforts so far?

Just as Carter began to doubt his life, the scene that invisibly hit his soul was far from over. Because after that, when that pillar of ice crystal light of Macka McLean pierced the night and pierced the sky, he was truly desperate.

So, when Carter met Helmau not long ago, he was thrilled.

That's an ancient wizard who has survived since the time of the ancient Greeks! According to the clues described in various ancient books, it can be known that the original period was the peak of wizarding civilization, and how can the mysterious and powerful ancient magic be comparable to modern magic spells?

In order to be taught by Helmpo himself, Carter resolutely carried out every order he gave him. He used his wisdom to secretly gather the wizard people, and through the ancient magic rituals given by Helbo, ordinary wizards became his followers.

I have to say that he did much better than Na Martin, and there was nothing wrong in any of the links.

Not to mention, Carter has been alone since he was ten years old, with no friends and no lovers, and there is no obstacle that will prevent him from trying to "climb".

And today, he is one of the few "apprentices" who can be determined to kill.

Even in the depths of his heart, he may not be hesitant, but that desire for power allows him to wave his wand without hesitation, and spit out green rays from the tip of the wand decisively.

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

However, it is not without a price to wantonly take the lives of others.

It is well known that strong evil thoughts make dark magic powerful, and in turn, each black magic will in turn cause the spellcaster to generate more and greater evil thoughts.

Carter's murderous intent and madness continued to accumulate, pulling him little by little towards the endless dark abyss.

"Die—"

Suddenly, after dodging the disarming spell cast by a dark wizard's striker, Carter continued to lunge forward without pause, and then kicked the opponent in the stomach.

"Bang!"

After kicking the striker down, he seemed to be unable to get enough of it, and kicked him hard a few more times.

"Kill! Die! Kill...... For Mr. Helpo! Carter's eyes were bloodshot as he glared at the fallen striker, and shouted as if he were mad, "Avada is dead-"

He unleashed the power of the killing curse almost against the other's head. For a moment, the green light burst out, and because it was so close, the impact of the burst even knocked him to the ground.

It hit the ground on the back of his head, and it hurt fiercely, but the pain only aroused his ferocity even more.

The next second, he quickly got up from the ground, and without looking at the striker who had long since lost his voice, he turned his head and stretched out his wand to the wizard closest to him.

"Stop, Carter! I'm—"

"Arvada ......"

"Damn it! That guy is crazy! ”

A wizard who was also Helmo's apprentice saw that he couldn't listen to him, so he quickly pounced on the side, narrowly dodging the deadly green beam.

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

After a few seconds, the sorcerer who had fallen to the ground heard a terrible cry, and he didn't know which unlucky ghost had been killed.

But when he raised his head and looked around, he found that it wasn't just Carter who fell into madness?

Somehow, even the group of "cultists" led by Carter seemed to be infected by his frenzied spirit, and a violent riot broke out collectively.

In an instant, the number of spells in this battlefield almost doubled, and those frenzied creatures seemed to be dying, swaying deadly rays of light everywhere.

"Ahh

Carter, who was cold, raised his head stiffly, and an extremely suppressed roar suddenly spread out in the endless fog.

……

When the first creepy roar pierced the London sky, the nightmare began.

As soon as she reached the entrance to St. Mungo's Magical Hospital, Maca was suddenly pulled back from her confusion by the strange, crazy, chilling roar.

"What's going on?"

Hermione was stunned, and couldn't help but panic a little, because she really couldn't imagine what kind of state a person must be in to let out such an inhuman roar.

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

"Uh...... Thanks, Luna. ”

Hermione pursed her lips before looking back at Maca—hoping to get a slightly more reassuring answer from her.

"Well," Maka paused, then turned around and smiled a little reluctantly, "It's okay, anyway, you guys go in first!" ”

"Then you-"

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

Later, Ginny and Ron saw this and hurriedly followed.

But at this moment, two figures suddenly descended from the gray mist in the air and landed lightly next to Maca.

"Professor McLean!"

A voice that was not unfamiliar made Hermione and Luna all four of them subconsciously pause and turn back, only to see that the person who spoke was Pansy Parkinson.

Behind Pansy, another figure in an off-white cloak caused Hermione to look at each other hesitantly.

"Oh, it's you two?" Seeing this, Maca immediately greeted her, "Is it such a coincidence?" How did you end up here? ”

"Because we're just across the street," Pansy said, shaking her head quickly, "Professor McLean, I actually wanted to ask this question - especially Miss Granger, why are you here in London?" It's too dangerous here! ”

.。 Vertex m.