"Only the Patronus Charm can drive them away."

Owen said it lightly.

The tone of his voice rose unconsciously, and from his words, it was not difficult to guess that he had the powerful protective charm of the Patronus Charm.

"Soul devourer?" Koyatl didn't care about Ron's sudden look.

Many of the young wizards at Hogwarts have mastered the Patronus Charm, as she knew last year.

"It's kind of similar to [The Pretender]." She whispered.

"They also feed on their souls?"

"No—[The Pretender] obtains the memories of the other party by eating the soul of the parasite, so that the disguise can be perfect."

"Heh—then they're evil." Ron said, "I don't think it's better to mess with the Dementors. If one is discovered, it will soon attract more. ”

Koyatl nodded approvingly.

Immediately, the two of them headed for the corridor in other directions.

It soon disappeared into the dim light of the fire.

The Eaters of Souls don't seem to have noticed them, either.

The abomination beast still wriggled back and forth.

It's like it's been that way for thousands of years.

"呲~~~~"

Suddenly, there was the sound of a torch being extinguished in the dimly lit hallway.

Maybe it's the ceiling, the wall where the water has penetrated is accumulating, and when the water droplets can't hold on, they just drip on the torches.

Maybe someone snuffed out the flames.

It was like the silhouette of a human figure in the darkness, but it was only for a moment, and then it disappeared.

No one could tell, what it was.

The evil exposed by this ominous night is only scratching the surface.

And something deeper – more disgusting.

It's—right at the end of that hallway.

"Whew-"

Koyatl jerked his head back.

The dim light behind her made her feel as if someone was watching her for a moment.

The mottled light spots, the orange-red halo, are like a fragile curtain.

The curtain enveloped her, causing her to fall into a trance.

Involuntarily - she reached out and grabbed Ron's arm.

The footsteps didn't stop.

This aura of déjà vu made her need a leaning back.

Familiar corridors – familiar torches – familiar smells.

These childhood memories that had buried her in the deepest part of her memory and the truth that she had been investigating for months came to mind at the same time.

In a trance—she saw Port Isabel.

I saw an old house in Queens, New York.

He saw the strange snake tree in the courtyard of Ilvermorny Castle and whispered to snakes.

I saw this ancient obelisk that may have existed since the appearance of humans and when Ru Mao drank blood.

See the pathetic degraders.

Disgusting blasphemous creatures!

——————

Degenerate.

It's a slurious name.

If it's used by ordinary people to call another person, it probably means that you are a long-haired baboon.

And here, the term American wizard is used to refer to those poor squibs.

These people without magic are called atavistic monkeys.

Koyatl had never thought of magic as something noble, but the Degenerate—they were disgusting, abominable monsters.

It is the product of close relatives, creatures that have degenerated into a new race that is completely different from normal people in order to preserve the purity of the 'bloodline'.

Their facial features, almost stacked by defects of inbreeding and physiological pathologies.

Their average intelligence is pitifully low, and their bloodlines and history are filled with unspeakable murder and incest, as well as unspeakable perversions and violence.

Perhaps it is only in the ominous and suspicious land of Port Isabel that a son of a demon like Koyatl Stewart can be born.

Everyone remembered that the first Koyatl Jr. was born in 1921, but it was just a mass of various deformed flesh and blood that could not be called human.

Her mother was a 35-year-old mentally retarded madman.

Fifteen minutes after little Boyatle was born, she and her mother were burned to the ground, turned into charcoal, and thrown into Isabel's deep-water harbor.

Since then, countless Koyatls have been born.

Countless wrecks slowly pile up in Isabel's deep-water harbor.

Someday, these wrecks will pile up high enough – tall enough!

High enough to expose the water.

Show the world the evil history that remains deep under.

At that time, the dead corpses will crawl out of the water.

Take revenge on all who wield their wands.

Yes - they will crawl out.

Because the first Yin Corpse has already appeared.

She was born on July 13, 1978.

——————

The story that led to her birth dates back to the spring of 1950.

That year, a lost dog fled from the European continent to North America.

Since the end of the 1945 showdown of the century, there have been countless dogs like this.

Most of them are Grindelwald believers, and the powerful characters have long been caught by the Federation. Those who can escape are only the youngest.

But this one in 1950 was different.

She is Grindelwald's right-hand man, the number two in the Witch Army.

Afraid of her identity.

At that time, no American wizard was willing to accept her.

The chaos Grindelwald wreaked in the United States is still fresh in mind, and she remains a wanted criminal in the Wizarding Congress.

It is the target of the important arrest.

To protect her is to make enemies of the entire wizarding world.

Of course – Wenda knew exactly what was going to happen to her.

The United States is just her way, and what she really wants to go to is Africa.

I came here just to take a break.

But surprisingly, someone chose to shelter her in the face of disapproval.

That's a bunch of monsters.

Because it's hard to call a bunch of creatures with goat faces, deformed bodies, missing arms, broken hands, and even tails human.

When they spoke, the squeaky roar, like the barking of a hound, proved that they were not human.

Still—not all of them are irrational lunaics, there are still a few, a few who look more like people, and can spit out human words.

They call themselves 'purifiers'.

The Purge?

The dejected Wenda is familiar with the term.

In fact, any American wizard is familiar with this organization.

They are a group of wizarding mercenaries.

Before the seventeenth century, before the birth of a state or a magical government on the North American continent, the land was fought by a group of wizard mercenaries known as the Cleaners.

At that time, the dark wizards of continental Europe would flee to North America after killing people, and the lack of a well-established international order and Auror organization made this kind of hunt across continents difficult.

And the victim is generally in a hurry to catch the murderer.

Naturally, black market bounties began to flourish.

And the Purges are a group of dark wizards who go for bounties.

Whether they are criminals or not, as long as they can be exchanged for a bounty, the purgeers will choose to hunt and kill. Over time, these people became more and more corrupt and brutal. Eventually, they even began selling wizards, capturing innocent No-Majs in exchange for bounties.

In a word - they are a bunch of black eats black fanatics.

The turning point came in 1693 when the Magical Congress of America was founded, and the newly formed wizarding organization began to hunt down and try those who had betrayed their kind.

Murderers, witch trafficking, torture, and other atrocities were also executed.

However, some of the most notorious purges evaded capture. After the international manhunt warrant was issued, these people disappeared forever from the Maj crowd.

Then the group began to split.

Some renounced their wizarding identities and began to form families with Muggles, but passed on their hatred of wizards and the Wizarding Congress, and their descendants became the initiators of a new witch hunt in the United States.

Others are reluctant to give up magic and power.

They began to intermarry regardless of their preferences.

Pure-bloods are combined with pure-bloods.

Generations – for more than two hundred years.

Eventually—it became the disgusting, distorted monster that Wenda had seen.

It's a stupid organization - at least until Rozier doesn't groom their blood, yes, yes.

But just over twenty years later.

By 1978, the organization had grown to the point where it occupied some of the positions of the Magic Congress and the Ilvermorny Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

No other organization has ever expanded so quickly in the shadows.

Neither did Grindelwald's Umno.

It wasn't until they got on the stage that they attracted a large following.

And the purges?

They're rats crossing the street.

How dare you make your head in the wizarding world of America?

Really let them do that.

All of these gifts come from that obelisk.

It was an old tower on a reef off the coast of Brazil.

No one knows how many years it has been erected.

It's not complete.

Yes, the tower collapsed.

At least a third of its black stone sank forever into the sea.

The Ministry of Magic never stopped digging the tower.

Someone is funding them - goblins from Gringotts.

It's like goblins digging pyramids in Egypt.

At first no one thought it was anything out of the ordinary, goblins - they just like to dig around and dig for shellfish from the dirt.

It wasn't until a woman pared some ancient magic out of a triangular slate that there was an additional group of wizard diggers around the obelisk in addition to the elves.

It was a group of people with strange images.

Wearing a black robe, he covered all his naked bodies from top to bottom.

Wearing a mask, even in the heat of the thirties Celsius, he never takes it off.

The Brazilian Ministry of Magic certainly noticed this strange group of wizards.

But they didn't intervene, and after paying a large sum of gold and galleons, the Brazilians warmly opened their doors and welcomed them to dig as they pleased.

It went on until-

Yesterday?

Or today.

"I have to stop them."

After returning to North America from Hogwarts, the idea came to Koatle's heart.

At first, it was just a fool's babble, but as she came to her senses, there were no longer whispers of the outer gods in her ears, and the memories of the past began to grow clearer, and this thought began to grow uncontrollably.

She spent a few things.

Part of the truth about her origins was revealed from the libraries of the Elves, the Cleaners, and Ilvermorny, and the secret library of the Cleaners of Port Isabel.

She also learned a little about what that woman, the evil, the woman who opened the door to the taboo, did.

This scared Koyatl.

I had seen her at Hogwarts.

So close to the most wicked witches.

If—if she could go back in time.

When she sees the witch again, she will not hesitate to cast a killing curse on her.

"Bang-"

There was an unusual noise in the dimly lit hallway.

Koyatl hurriedly ducked to the side with Ron.

In front of them appeared a group of sneaky, hollow-looking, skeletal wizards who looked like crypt creatures.

They weren't Death Eaters, not any kind of people that Ron knew.

The presence of such a creature in this ominous obelisk is undoubtedly terrifying, as well as disgusting.

"What's that?" Ron asked quietly. He didn't even use the word human, because it was a far cry from human.

"The Purge." Koyatl replied simply, "You can also call it an Isabel." ”

"The Isabel?" Ron looked at her quizzically.

The witch's pretty face was covered with frost, and her blood-red eyes showed a complex look of fear, anger, and resentment.

Her fingers were trembling, excited or scared?

"Looks like we've finally found the right direction." Koyatl said again.

"I have to stop them as soon as possible."

With that, she stood up suddenly.

Raised his wand—that's when Ron noticed.

Like him, Koyatl had changed her wand, and now she didn't have the same wand she used in last year's competition.

Don't wait for him to continue observing.

Koyatl's spell was long gone.

Silent spell.

Cutting Spell.

Vanishing Spell.

The flow of three spells in harmony.

Ron only saw the monster clutching its neck, moaning silently for a moment, and the next second, its head was gone.

"Bang!" Slight bumps.

It was the sound of a corpse falling to the ground.

"Really—really." Ron subconsciously touched his neck, and then stepped forward with the witch.

He cast the vanishing spell again, and the half-corpse disappeared.

Then wash it freshly and wipe off blood stains on the floor and ceiling.

"What the hell are you trying to stop?" After all this, Ron asked cautiously.

When confronted with the boy's inquiry, Koyatl did not speak.

She was a little surprised.

Surprised by the other party's skillful cleaning of the corpse.

It's not normal — it's extremely abnormal.

How old is he?

Sixteen years old?

Two years or a year and a few months younger than yourself.

How could such a young wizard have such determination?

Could it be—could it be that during the time he had been imprisoned in the Tower, some heresy had already invaded his brain? Has he become a believer in the outer gods?

Or was he originally a descendant of the Isabel bloodline, born with a mad bloodline?

Maybe I shouldn't have saved him.

Koyatl regretted it a little.

And Ron in front of him didn't see her abnormality, and kept asking.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He said slowly, "What's not to be honest? Maybe I can help you. ”

"Why aren't you afraid?" There was silence, and the girl finally spoke.

There were two Hogwarts wizards, Granger and Sanchez, which made her a little unsure.

"Afraid?" Ron was stunned for a moment, but then understood. "Hey—it's not just a corpse, I've seen a lot. Harry and I had seen Harry and a large group of classmates in my first year, and it was our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who had been parasitized by a mysterious man at that time.

Third-year Death Eaters invaded Hogsmeade Village, killing a lot of wizards, this year's Italian Seas, [Poseidon War] knows? We've dealt with a lot of Omens. ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Koyatl was very surprised, "You are also there?" ”

"Harry and Hermione are here, don't you read the newspaper?" Ron said, "Although most of the page is devoted to Hermione. But there were also my names and Harry, and George and Fred. ”

"You, you." The girl was stunned, she didn't know what to say, and only spit out one sentence for a while, "The way Hogwarts teaches is really special. ”

"Uh- you must have misunderstood something, but- it doesn't matter, so what the hell are you going to stop?"

This time, in the face of the boy's doubts, Koyatl finally gave an answer, "Since you participated in the [Battle of the Sea Gods], you should know what is in that obelisk." ”

"Hermione said, what an outer god."

"Not bad." She nodded, "But an obelisk like that, there are many in the world, and we are underfoot." ”

Koyatl gestured around.

"Y-don't tell me, you're going to fight a Titanan a few hundred meters away." Ron's eyes widened, he finally figured out what this place was.

Now let him recall the godlike battlefield of the summer vacation, he is still a little worried, let alone let him deal with it himself.

"No—" Koyatl shook his head, "the Brazilian one is much stronger than the Italian one. ”

"Sturdy?" Ron was noncommittal.

The crumbling walls around it were full of seeping water.

The corridor underfoot, undulating, and every now and then there will be a deep pit.

Where do you see that it's solid?

"It's just appearances." "This is a tower built by a god, and the core is still intact, as long as we rush over now, replenish the ancient magic, and maintain the forbidden existence—if we're lucky, we won't have any contact with the outer gods." ”

"What if it's unfortunate?"

"Unlucky?" The corners of Koyatl's mouth squirmed slightly, "If it was at the hands of the Death Eaters, it would be a normal death."

If we don't catch up and cause the outer gods to break free from the tower, then probably even the soul will be crushed and swallowed. ”

“.”

"What? Are you scared? ”

"Sort of it honestly." Ron gritted his teeth, "But—I'm sure I'm not going to leave you alone. ”

"Save the world or something, how can you do without me! It was Hermione who was in the limelight before, and this time it should be me! ”

Ron said impassionedly.

But no matter how you look at it, it's like you're cheering yourself up.

Koyatl felt he should rejoice.

At least she didn't save an idiot who could only babble and be hollowed out by cowardice.

But—it seemed to her that the boy in front of her clearly lacked knowledge of the unspeakable deity.

He just glanced at it from afar.

The time of contact was definitely not as long as that Granger.

All I know is the tall Titanian figure.

And this is the simplest form of the outer gods, yes - the simplest!

(End of chapter)