In the midst of the rainstorm, a group of goblins wearing alchemy-infused armor and holding shields and swords of the same quality, mountain-like giants, and werewolves who could transform into black magic at any moment formed a large circle, and the sky was full of Dementors.

In addition, there were many wand-wielding Death Eaters who filled the gaps in the circle, leaving the encirclement impassable.

In the middle of this encirclement, a tall, thin, ugly-looking snake-faced man stared at an underage girl.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a scene of violence, and it is a pure eighty.

But Harley, who was surrounded in the middle of the encirclement, looked unusually relaxed, and even nodded in agreement:

"Yes, Senior Riddle, I really agree with you. Magical power is the core of everything, the most important key point. ”

"But senior, why do you think...... Is your strength greater than mine? ”

The dark clouds in the sky instantly bloomed with green light, and the raindrops in the sky instantly turned into sharp ice picks and fell through the Dementor's body.

The giants had rough skin and thick flesh, and the elves were protected by armor, so they didn't suffer much damage.

The Death Eaters also had a vigilant mentality, knowing that the girl opposite them should not be underestimated, so they all propped up the "armor and protection" in advance.

But the werewolves, who had not yet transformed, were caught off guard and let out bursts of wails in an instant.

Their blood flowed quickly and down the crevices of the rubble, absorbed by the ground below.

"Kill her." Voldemort didn't care about the casualties of these werewolves, but lazily waved his wand and swept away the ice picks that were coming at him.

It wasn't a full moon today, and dark clouds covered the sky, but the bright moon suddenly appeared in mid-air.

As long as it was a werewolf who still had a breath, his body immediately trembled. They grew stronger and stronger, and a lot of hair grew in every part.

The sanity in the eyes of these werewolves also disappeared without a trace, and eventually turned into pure beasts.

Many werewolves had been badly injured, but now, the bleeding wounds healed quickly, and the smell of blood further irritated the werewolves.

Under the influence of black magic, even though today is not a full moon, all werewolves have become werewolves!

And although these beasts lost their minds, they did not attack the people next to them under the guidance of the moonlight, but rushed towards Harley.

The leader of the giants, the tall horse, flapped his chest and roared, and also gave instructions to the giants.

The giants blinked their confused little eyes, and their brains didn't make any thoughts, so they straightly carried the huge iron rod newly issued in their hands, and strode towards the petite figure together.

The Dementors circled to expand the black mist in the sky and swooped downwards in an attempt to devour the delicious soul in the clearing first.

The Death Eaters were a little smarter and chose to hide behind and let the meat shield carry the first wave of output first.

The elves had made the same plan as the Death Eaters, but when the moonlight passed, despite the protection of the alchemy armor, the elves' eyes flashed with confusion, and they sprinted forward with great effort on their short legs.

Watching the advance of these miscellaneous soldiers, Harley shook her head, and the voice rang in the ears of all the living beings present:

"Senior, do you think letting these miscellaneous soldiers charge will have any effect on me?"

"It's up to me to decide whether it has a role or not, not for you."

Voldemort's body was filled with a black mist, and the whole person flew into the sky.

He had to pick the best audience and enjoy the fight.

Looking at Voldemort's attitude, Harley sighed.

Of course, she knew why the other party would make this decision, after all, even if these miscellaneous soldiers did not achieve anything, as long as they died here, they would be able to meet Voldemort's needs.

But why didn't Harley think so?

"Since the senior insists on helping me complete the ceremony, then I'm welcome."

The thugs were moving extremely fast, and the werewolf at the front was less than ten steps away from Harley.

Instead, Harley put away her wand, crossed her fingers over her chest, and closed her eyes, as if giving up hope of life.

Bloodthirsty eagerness and excitement flashed in the beastly eyes of the werewolves, and they launched a final charge towards their prey.

Unfortunately, they could no longer move forward half a step, as an illusory image of Medusa appeared behind Harry.

A dark blue aura spread outward from Medusa's body, quickly passing over the dark creatures.

Whether it was giants and werewolves with strong magical resistance, elves in alchemical armor, or Death Eaters who held up magical defenses, a dark blue mark appeared on the ground under their feet.

Little by little, the ice spread upwards and spread, freezing their bodies and exuding a biting chill.

Under the control of the earthly angel level, the spread of this cold qi is extremely thorough, but it is extremely slow.

All the dark creatures and dark wizards felt that the blood in their bodies was coagulating little by little, and their flesh was dying little by little.

But the chill irritates wizards and dark creatures so that they don't lose consciousness at all, let alone die prematurely.

At first, Death Eaters were able to cast a few fire spells and warmth charms, and dark creatures could also struggle by slamming ice.

But these are all in vain, how can the extraordinary abilities of the Witch of Calamity be able to interfere with this group of ants who are not even demigods?

They can only watch their lives leave them, and watch themselves turn into ice sculptures!

Realizing this, some Death Eaters are still putting up a feeble resistance, while others are already having a nervous breakdown.

The creatures of darkness are more and more violent, but at the same time they produce a deep sense of pain, despair, hatred, and many other negative emotions.

After all, even irrational animals will have a premonition when facing death, and all kinds of negative emotions will arise.

The elves briefly regained their senses and attempted to apparition.

Normally, the wizard's anti-apparition spell didn't work for them, but this time, they couldn't leave.

Realizing that they were likely to die here, and realizing that Voldemort was unwilling to save him, the goblins began to curse, adding a lot of anger to the betrayal.

All sorts of emotions were accumulating, and eventually they came together and circled around Harley.

I don't know when the melodious song suddenly sounded, but the lyrics were composed not by any language in the wizarding world, but by many words that could pry nature, such as dragons, giants, and elves.

At first, the song only rippled in Harley's ears, but as the wind flowed, the song drifted farther and farther away.

Soon, the confines of Azkaban were filled with sounds of heaven.

As the song sounded, the hurricane in the sky became more and more violent, arcs flashed in the dark clouds, and the sea around Azkaban was no longer calm, and the waves were rolling.

Voldemort took in all the strangeness, and the solemnity in his eyes was a little more, but it was a pity that he did not open his mouth to warn the slaves below, or the living sacrifices.

The Death Eaters and the Dark Creatures were still struggling and didn't notice the anomalies.

Most of them suddenly had a chance of survival, as the ice suddenly stopped as it spread to their waists.

At the same time, some Death Eaters announced in surprise that they seemed to have discovered a loophole in these "frosts"-

Earlier, in extreme despair, he casually threw a drill heart spell at the ice under his feet.

It stands to reason that this Diamond Heart Mantra did not touch himself at all, and did not cause him any pain.

But the Death Eater experienced the heartache of the innocent wizards who were tormented by him the moment the spell hit the ice.

After freeing himself from the pain of the Mind Drilling Charm, the Death Eater suddenly noticed that the frost that had frozen him had subsided a little, and he was slowly climbing upward.

Suspiciously finding life, he endured the pain and tried again, and finally determined his results.

Immediately, everyone's emotions were lifted. If they can live, who would want to be frozen to death like this?

Death Eaters and dark creatures who could use magic immediately began to endure the pain, and they continued to fire the Heart-Piercing Curse at themselves.

Dark creatures who can't do magic can only watch their companions suffer, and even want to take their place.

And with constant attempts, the Death Eaters even figured out the pattern -

The more pain the Dark Magic inflicts on itself, the more Frost it can destroy; And the dark magic that brings little pain to itself is the opposite.

Realizing this, the few Death Eaters who had rekindled hope fell back into despair.

After all, no matter how you look at it, it's the evil taste of the black-haired demon, and it's the terrifying witch who came up with evil means in order to play with herself.

But most of the thugs didn't want to think about it, and they didn't dare to think about it, so they just kept casting spells on themselves in vain and numbness.

Harley finally let go of her clasped ten fingers, not even bothering to glance at the struggling ants below, but instead looked at the Dementors in the sky.

The previous dark blue aura also caused a lot of trouble for the Dementors.

They didn't take any damage, but they were frozen in mid-air, unable to even struggle.

"The main meal will be processed last, so let's enjoy the side dishes first." Hallie shook her head and clapped her hands gently.

"Hurricanes." "Thunderstorm."

In a simple two-word outlet, the natural disasters hovering over the island of Azkaban instantly rioted.

Thunder fell from the sky, and the wind roared like sharp knives.

The Death Eaters were the first to realize their danger, so they did their best to hold up the magical barrier, even though they had been tortured by their various dark arts.

With the exception of a few Death Eaters whose magical attainments were too low, the vast majority of them survived, and the look of happiness on their faces for the rest of their lives emerged.

As for the dark creatures, most of them have borne this round of natural disasters, although they are not lightly injured, and there are few dead people.

Overall, the first round of natural disasters did not cause many casualties, but only made the mob's expressions more excited.

Harley shook her head regretfully. To tell the truth, maybe dying just now would be the most wonderful ending for them.

After all, after the catastrophe and then the rest of your life, and then from heaven to hell, after experiencing this sense of disparity, can real despair be born!

With a sound, various natural disasters struck in turn.

However, these scourges are getting weaker and weaker, and each round is just right to get stuck at the limits of the Death Eaters and dark creatures, making them more and more miserable, but always seeing life.

And they are indeed as Harley expected, the breath of life in their bodies is getting weaker and weaker, but their will and faith are getting stronger and stronger.

"Stormy seas."

Another word rang out, and the already unquiet waters of Azkaban Island were now set off by monstrous waves.

The few survivors numbly held up a new defense with their senses.

At the same time, they subconsciously raised their eyes to look up, but the whole person froze in place.

The previous natural disasters were obviously getting weaker and weaker, giving them hope, but at this time, a wall of water tens of meters high appeared on the sea!

"I don't think we need to resist anymore." A Death Eater muttered to himself, and the man next to him nodded sluggishly.

There was despair on everyone's faces, and no one felt that they could withstand this earth-shattering magic.

But Harley didn't just want to kill them, but to leave them with nothing but negative emotions in their purest form.

"Meteorite."

In the spirit world, a meteorite floating around suddenly trembled, as if it had been pulled by something.

It slid out of the spirit realm with an invisible force and hurried towards Azkaban!

The ceremony of the promotion sequence 1 Doomsday Witch has officially begun.

Witch of Doom's Ascension Ceremony:

Initiate an apocalypse that will wipe out a civilization or a race, and at the end of the apocalypse, take potions in the wails of countless undead and the despair of countless creatures.

Obviously, among these dark creatures in front of him, the size of a single race is definitely not enough to support the promotion ceremony of the Doomsday Witch.

But it doesn't matter, since there are not enough of them, it would be nice to add a few more races.

With the Dementor race as the main ingredient, werewolves, giants, and goblins as a side dish, and a dash of Death Eaters as a condiment, a beautiful meal is ready.

As for Voldemort, he is the soul dessert of this feast!

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(Thanks to the two bigwigs of "Passing by Next Door Wang" and "Micro Burning Light" for their tips.) ）

(ps. There was a small bug.,The last time I went to the City of Calamity, I didn't get the extraordinary characteristics of the Doomsday Witch.,The middle exam preparation brain was confused.,I forgot about it.。 So I'll just make up a random reason, hoping that readers will forgive me. (End of chapter)