It was a massacre, a one-sided massacre with only one protagonist.

In order to ensure the smooth flow of the transaction in this huge black market, the anti-illusion shifting spell covered the area, and the combat power of the wizard who had lost the most important mobility was reduced by half, although someone drew his wand and began to fight back the moment after the attack, but he could not touch the corner of the attacker's clothes.

Ignoring the attacker who ignored the anti-illusion disfigurement spell here, flickered, moved, and tumbled, that dexterous posture was that of an elegant cheetah, and the fleeting green light of death continued to bloom in his hands, and almost every breath, more than a dozen, if not dozens, sorcerers, died under this tragic green lightning chain.

The remnants of the people who had been driven to a corner of the market were almost breaking down at this moment, they had no idea what they had done to provoke such a terrible madman, a madman who used the Unforgivable Curse as a flat acumen!

Even the most evil dark wizards in the wizarding world would not dare to do this, and even more incredulously, when did the Killing Curse go from a single instant death spell to a group attack spell in the form of a piece of lightning chain?

The ultra-efficient slaughter broke their mental defenses, if it was just a simple killing curse, they would not be afraid to this extent, after all, there were hundreds of people present, even if they killed pigs, they had to kill them softly, but now, the green light of death that could spread everywhere wanted to kill them, but it only needed to flicker dozens of times.

The poachers, who already had soft bones, threw away their wands in tears, and fell to their knees in tears, crying out in their lowest voices and expressions for the devil who was constantly reaping life like a grim reaper.

The guys who dared to fight back have been killed, and the remaining group of guys no longer have any thoughts of resistance in their hearts.

Perhaps it was their humble appearance that touched the conscience of the remnants of the Grim Reaper? Or maybe it's because you don't get the thrill of killing these guys who have given up on resisting?

The flickering figure stopped, and he stood on the roof of a small two-story building, looking down indifferently.

Harry hurriedly stepped forward, he was very interested in this person who set off the death slaughter! Because he saw something similar to him in this man, the black and silver magic should be the traces of him left here, and the secret to turning the Requisition Curse into a piece of destruction came from this.

Before the green light of the killing curse flashed, a faint ripple appeared on the wizards who were spread by the green light, a faint ripple of black and silver, which was like a positioning coordinate, and they would pull the power of the killing curse to spread and disperse, and then accurately hit each of the marked guys.

Harry didn't know how the mark was made, but the secret of this scoped requisition was no longer elusive.

After the Grim Reaper appeared, the crowd fell into a moment of astonishment, and then, they seemed to beg harder, Harry couldn't hear the voices of the group, this strange fragment of history was not the same as reading memories in a meditation basin, the world of black, white and gray was like an old black-and-white movie, a dull mime, and the only bright color in this black-and-white movie was the protagonist who set off the killing.

It was a young, unusually young face, a guy who was thought to be a madman in a Hogwarts uniform robe, with the Hufflepuff coat of arms pinned to his chest, and the little golden badger with his head held high, looking down at everything in front of him with a look of disdain and disdain.

"Hogwarts is my place."

The young Hogwarts student spoke flatly, in a cold tone.

"Since the Forbidden Forest is the property of Hogwarts, it should belong to me."

"The debris, trespassing without the permission of their masters, and poaching my wealth!"

He looked at the caged creatures, and a sneer tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"I have driven you away by the gentlest means, and now you dare to ask for forgiveness!"

"Despicable crumbs! Rotten stinky meat! After committing such an unforgivable crime, you still want me to let you go? ”

"Since you don't like my gentle methods, then—"

Dozens of spells interrupted his words, and the moment the spell burst out, he had already phantomed into the sky above the crowd.

"Die!"

“Strun-bah-qo!”

An incomprehensible roar seemed to chant some mysterious incantation, and the dazed wizard below could only see the sky suddenly darkening, the raging wind sweeping, and the lead-gray clouds brewing a terrible thunder.

Unlike those who are confused, Harry seems to have understood the meaning of the obscure language, 'Furious storm brews thunder'!

But when this strange spell appeared, Harry also saw a massive amount of black and silver magic surging out of the man's body, the ancient magic that rushed into the sky like a black tide changed the celestial phenomena in an instant, and the thunderous clouds instantly formed in the blink of an eye, it was not an illusion of magic, but a thundercloud disaster that was forcibly shaped by magic by distorting reality with magic.

Perhaps, in comparison, the killing curse that causes direct death is indeed a 'gentle' way.

“Evenaar！”

When the word 'extinction' was spat out, the thunder in the sky turned into a torrent of water and bombarded down, and millions of thunderbolts poured down like a waterfall.

But the expected explosion did not occur, and the lightning was confined to a controllable range, and after the blinding lightning disappeared, countless mist rose from a deep crater of crimson magma.

As the thunderclouds dissipated, sparse droplets of water barely doused the boiling lava, turning it into an obsidian-rough, hard floor.

"Flying around."

The man who fell from the sky pulled the trigger casually, and then Harry realized that he was holding a beautiful Browning M1935 in his hand, although there were only carved patterns on it, but he had already taken the first step to change, if he was really a student of Hogwarts, then he had done something that most adult wizards had never done, Harry had only seen such a high-end product with a skin change in the hands of professors, and wizards who could do this kind of change were not rare, it was also quite uncommon.

The corpses of the wizards he had killed before had been discarded into this steaming pit by magic, and hundreds of corpses of wizards had filled the pit to the brim, and if it was covered with earth, it would be a huge grave bag, but unfortunately, the people who had done all this had apparently no intention of letting them be buried in the ground.

The cages that imprisoned the magical creatures were opened one after another, and the released magical creatures were busy running away, and at this moment, the black and white world began to collapse, and in a blink of an eye, Harry was back where he was.

Harry glanced at the human skeletons scattered beneath his feet, and after a moment of silence, took a few steps back.

"Flying around."

Rotting bones of unknown years in the Wilderness were turned out of the ground, and they were buried in a deep pit with smooth edges, which was blasted out when the thunder fell.

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