They also belong to the organization of saints.

They are followers of the original Dark Lord Grindelwald.

Of course, this organization was not created by Grindelwald. But it is indeed built by his supporters.

Especially in recent years, the Saints' organization has been gaining momentum in the lower circles throughout Europe.

Thanks to the rapid technological development of Muggles after the start of the Cold War. Increasingly, the so-called 'aspirants' were terrified of what Muggles had achieved.

This has led to a large number of European wizards, especially the younger generation of wizards in Europe. There was a growing recognition of some of Grindelwald's 'revolutionary programs'.

The organization of saints was born from this.

The greatest purpose of this organization's existence is to kill Albus Dumbledore, the former 'revolutionary traitor', the supporter of the Old World, the hypocritical White Wizard, and the Hogwarts Headmaster who stole the fruits of the Dark Lord's success.

That's where Doppler and Philemon come in.

They don't know where they got the news. It is said that the Museum of Greater Glasgow in the United Kingdom has a dagger that once killed an extraterritorial demon.

In this way, young people who are obsessed with self-belief actually come to England.

"Alright."

After a few more hours. When Filimon placed the final magic pattern on the ground, the huge, incomparably complex circle was finally completed.

In the center of the circle, a small dagger lay silently, his hilt carved with intricate patterns and even several gemstones. And on the tip of the knife was a puddle of black dirt.

Presumably that is the blood of the demons that has been passed down.

Seeing that the circle was finally completed, Philimon's heart was filled with excitement and excitement.

Although he had already memorized those intricate magic patterns, it was the first time that they had been carved as completely as they were today.

"Can this dagger really summon demons?" Although Doppler's face was also full of excitement, he still asked cautiously, after all, they were in trouble enough in the UK, and there was only one chance.

"There will be no problem, with this drop of blood as a signpost, it will definitely succeed." Philemon nodded firmly. He operated entirely according to the ancient magic recorded in ancient texts. There should be no surprises.

It's a shame that Melda is no longer here at this time, otherwise she would definitely get a few big mouths on Philippon.

Good guys, a blood stain that has been dry for hundreds or even millennia.

Why would Philemon find it useful?

Blood has a G7+ India use, the main thing is magic, magic!

Even if it works, is the mechanic of your summoning circle as accurate as that of a computer? Like what to search for, what will come out?

Essentially, whether it's a random summon, or a specific summon, its probability is infinite.

One might think that the infinity of a particular summoning would definitely be smaller than the infinity of a random summoning.

Here is a suggestion to rebuild the elementary school!

Mathematically, these two infinities are fundamentally the same. There is no difference between who is big and who is small.

And just as Philemon and Doppler were immersed in the shock brought by the summoning circle, they were dizzying.

Unaware of hermione, she was hiding quietly by the window, her head craning and looking in.

Her iron armor did withstand some of Doppler's spells, but she was only a child after all, and she was far from an adult's magical powers.

Although it was partially offset, it was not completely canceled out, and Doppler's stober spell still caused her to sleep for two or three hours.

But it doesn't matter, the important thing is that she just happened to catch up.

That kind of circle.

No, exactly, she didn't know what it was? It's just that she thinks it's like a magic circle that only appears in an anime story she watched when she was a child, so she called the 'thing' that contains a huge amount of magic on the ground a magic circle.

"Bang !!"

Suddenly, Hermin felt a huge shockwave coming straight in. A violent burst of magic exploded, and the entire house was blown apart.

It was an unseen energy, but Hermione was sure there was definitely something in front of her.

The hand of the giant in the form violently tore open the mirror. That's how the Vitras' house was torn apart.

No, it's not just the house.

Along with the space around the house, it was opened.

The shattered space formed tiny black holes, and although they existed for less than a thousandth of a second, unfortunately Doppler was located right next to a flashing black hole.

In less than a second, his body was torn to shreds like dry paper.

And Hermione, who was peeking on the side, seemed lucky, she was already far away, and she was shocked out by the first magic power for more than ten meters, so those cracked spaces did not hurt her.

"What's that?"

Hermione, who struggled to get up from the ground, looked in horror at the blue pillar of light that was soaring into the sky not far away, and her eyes were full of shock.

"Pu!"

"Pu!"

The sound of something being squeezed out came from all around Hermione.

What else could it be?

If Melda was here, she would have picked up Hermione first, and then started to complain wildly.

A summoning circle that I don't know if it's useful, a completely useless medium.

Perfect to summon immediately, they really dare!

You are summoned in the land of England, so guess what the medium chosen by the magic will be?

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"Oh! Oh my God, what is this? ”

It was Prout, and Nymphadora Tonks. The Aurors of the British Ministry of Magic were originally sent to inspect the suburbs of London because of the looting of the Great Glasgow Museum.

But how big are the suburbs of London?

How could the two of them be able to complete the search?

After searching aimlessly for several days, the two who were going to go back on a business trip unexpectedly bumped into this scene.

"I don't know, Tonks, but I can know that this is definitely not something the two of us can solve." Plaut looked at the towering pillar of light in the sky with shock, and said weakly.

This is beyond the reach of human beings.

"What are you doing? Call the department, something is wrong. Glaud, Plott yelled at Tonks.

"I've already called!" Tonks also shouted in response.

Why is she so unlucky, she has just graduated and is still in training. But he was sent out by the ministry to patrol the streets on the grounds of lack of manpower.

Fortunately, she bumped into it, and this was obviously not a scene that she, a newcomer, Auror could handle.

"Pu!" "Pu!"

A few more sounds, followed by a large group of Aurors apparitions one after another.

"There's a kid then!"

John Delix, who had just changed his shape, happened to land next to Hermione.

He didn't care much about it at the moment. Hurriedly grabbed Hermione, who was squatting on the ground, and left this dangerous place directly.

"Look! The beam is scattering! Tonks let out a loud roar, causing everyone present to subconsciously look up at the sky.

The beam of light dispersed, and the magic power reflected the entire sky in a pale blue.

High in the sky, a smaller figure stands in the clouds.

It was a girl.

She has blond hair with a shawl and turquoise eyes.

It was as if he was holding an invisible sword in his hand.

He exuded the posture of a proud king, staring coldly at everyone on the ground.