"How dare you! How dare you! Erro Shafiq trembled and pointed to Jerf on the high platform, not knowing whether it was anger or fear. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

His family was investigated by others clearly, and he didn't say what color underwear he was wearing tonight, and he didn't know at all.

Anyway, it's a wizard nobleman.

Secretary von Heinfelter's intelligence network is simply terrifying.

Erro Shafiq looked at the surrounding people who were also big nobles with a pleading look, and the rest of the big nobles looked at each other strangely, today's situation is really a little weird, but this is not the time to retreat, so several people collectively nodded towards Shafiq.

Tell him to feel at ease to do it, and a few of them are on your side.

When Shafiq saw it, he felt light. The original worries came to naught in an instant.

Behind him stood a group of nobles.

The movements of several people naturally couldn't escape Jelf's eyes, and they smiled silently, and sure enough, they still needed to use their strength to speak.

"Looks like you've made your choice."

As soon as the words fell, only to hear a smack, the noble wizards stopped their movements one after another, took out the wands in their arms, and pointed at Jelf on the high platform.

And the "reaction" on Jelf's side was much slower, and only a few wizards pulled out their wands.

The other minor aristocratic wizards who chose to stand on Jelf's side were still in a state of "confusion".

Their expressions were hesitant, and the expressions on their faces were very varied.

"Sure enough, it's a little nobleman with grass on the wall... I didn't expect them to be reliable in the first place. ”

Jelf shrugged his shoulders indifferently, he didn't plan to rely on the small noble wizards to gather a force to fight against them, as the big noble wizards thought.

Or maybe these great noble wizards guessed Jerf's hole cards wrong in the first place.

People are easy to get lost in their former glory, especially nobles.

"Grandma—" Neville tugged at his grandmother's gown and looked at her with a blank expression.

Not to mention those little nobles, even Mrs. Longbottom, who was the first to choose to support Jelf, hesitated at this time.

Once he raised his wand, it would mean breaking with the other noble forces, and that would make life even more difficult for the Longbottom family, and maybe even worse than the life of the Weasleys.

Embattled, this idiom is not an exaggeration to describe Jelf's current situation, this is simply the rhythm of being the enemy of the powerful of the entire wizarding world.

He looked at his grandson, and then at the dwelling Jerf on the high platform, who was still calm and calm, pointed at by the wands of hundreds of wizards.

Suddenly, Mrs. Longbottom had a little more realization, and it was all in this situation, if Jelf was not crazy, it meant that he still had his hole cards not turned over.

So is Jelf a madman?

Based on what Mrs. Longbottom knew about Jelf, the answer was no.

Not only is he not a madman, but he is also the finest wizard Mrs. Longbottom has ever seen.

At that moment, Mrs. Longbottom was not there, and took out the wand in her arms.

Seeing the Longbottom family's choice, many noble wizards frowned, but they only frowned.

What if there is even one more Longbottom family?

If it hinders them, they should be destroyed together.

The von Heinfeldt family, this is a big piece of fat, and it must not be enjoyed exclusively by other wizarding families.

The hesitation of the minor noble wizards gave the rest of the great noble wizards hope of victory.

Before the matter was over, he had already begun to figure out how to divide the fruits of victory.

Jelf looked at the wands pointing at him with disdain, as if they were pointing at him not wands but rotten sticks.

"Today, let me show you the gap between you and me."

"The distance between mortals and gods..."

After speaking, Jerf used one of the skills of telepathic ability, and the "refining" of pretending to be a divine skill mixed with Jerf's own murderous aura, slowly emanating towards the surroundings.

With Jelf as the center, an aura of extreme terror enveloped the entire manor.

"It's... This is... What a feeling, so scary... I feel like the magic in my own body is frozen... Breathing can stop at any moment..."

The mere caress of their bodies was enough to make their hearts flutter, and the contact lasted a little longer, even as if they felt like their throats were being choked by something.

This is the magic of the ability to read, and the combination of murderous aura is excellent for people who have never been exposed to mind.

Even Killua, a top talent who has been trained as a killer since childhood, will be frightened on the spot when he first comes into contact with Nian, not to mention these noble wizards who are mostly academics?

All the wizards present were shocked by this hand, and the unprecedented power that Jelf displayed made their smiles that they thought they were sure to win instantly freeze on their faces.

Compared to human wizards, those animals are more sensitive to thoughts, and the magical creatures that came to the entire manor along with the noble wizards rioted.

Thestrals broke free from their reins and spread their wings and flew towards the sky, hissing in the sky.

The ordinary horses were not so lucky, and they fell to the ground, and many of them never got up again.

The fireball dragon of the Doragon family roared in horror, a mouthful of dragon breath spewed out, and he didn't care whether he would be injured, he broke free from the chains that imprisoned it, and regardless of his master's obstruction, he seemed to fly out of the manor as if he had to flee for his life, staring at the inside of the manor with a pair of dragon eyes outside the manor.

Jelf's breath, but even the three hairs as tall as a hill in the enemy family felt extremely dangerous, and the dragons in the Harry Potter world were far from the dragons in the other wizarding worlds who were tens or even hundreds of meters away.

Don't look at the evaluation of the fireball dragon in the wizarding world as xxxxx, in fact, if it can't fly, it is not as good as some monsters in the Lost Wetlands.

The big comeback, and that's just Jelf letting go of his momentum.

The only ones in the manor who have a good image are the unicorns of the Holy Uniku family, but it is only because of their large number and gathering together that they can resist the momentum of Jelf.

If Jelf had deliberately targeted them, their image would not have been much better than that of Thestrals and Fireball Dragons.

Is this a power that humans can have?

They seem to have returned to the dark age of more than ten years ago, the era dominated by mysterious people.

He has the same powers as Voldemort!

"Mystery man! He's a mystery man! It's him! You know! He is resurrected again! Some aristocratic wizard who was on the verge of a nervous breakdown screamed, pointing at Jelf and yelling frantically.

"No, it's more terrifying than that person..."Mester smiled wryly, his hands were white, he had seen Voldemort's power, even when the other party was at its strongest, he didn't have such a powerful momentum.

He finally understood why this young man, who was known as the rising star of the wizarding world, would make such a seemingly crazy move.

If he had that power, he might have made that choice.

As he himself said, it was mortal... The gap with the gods.

"Are you ready for death?"

I don't know when, Jelf had quietly come to Erro Shafiq, staring at him with a smile. (To be continued.) )