Chapter 310 The Death of Salem

Righteous indignation filled the hearts of all wizards everywhere, and they clenched their fists, but this anger did not help what was happening at this moment, and more and more people gathered in the middle of the magical streets, watching The water curtain above the head, whether it is a Muggle-born wizard who has been sneered at since childhood or a pure-blooded careerist who has been suppressed for many years, at this time, they all more or less expressed their agreement with the Dark Lord's point of view.

A small number of people who are still awake, or people with different opinions are crowded in the crowd, feeling the increasingly frenzied atmosphere around them, but they are still coerced and unable to make their own voices.

When the water curtain appeared, the Ministry of Magic of various countries made contingency plans. At this moment, even the French Ministry of Magic, which is recognized as having the lowest work efficiency, sent their Aurors to thwart the "Dark Lord's plot", but when When they came to the hiding place and had to pull out their brooms because the crowd was too dense to get close to the water curtain, they found a group of wizards in black robes blocking their way.

"Who are you?"

"Your friends." The leading wizard took off his hood, revealing an old and hideous face covered with scars. Andre smiled and put his arm around Captain Auror's shoulders, and said, "Look, we didn't do anything, we It's just broadcasting a game, and Beauxbaton's is also participating!"

"Yeah?"

Captain Auror turned his head to look at the young wizard who was leading the way. He was a Muggle-born young man who had just joined the job, so he was assigned the task of patrolling. The French Ministry of Magic, who suffered from "Grindelwald PTSD" early His first task was to "always be alert to the actions of Grindelwald or the saints", and when he saw Grindelwald appearing in the water curtain, the young wizard passed the message to the ministry.

While waiting for his colleagues, he carefully watched the screen shown in the water curtain, and the memories of the past suddenly flooded into his mind—the childhood when he was bullied because of his "heterogeneous" behavior, and studying in Beauxbatons The mediocrity of the time and the boss who only knew the scriptures and the vegetarian meal, the faces overlapped with the figure who walked tremblingly.

The young man remembered Salem's wild declaration in the water curtain, and Grindelwald's promise to break the injustice—although Grindelwald did not make such a promise, the young man still added a more resemblance to him in his heart. The stroke of the "savior", when he lowered his head and nervously faced the interrogation of his boss, for some reason, a burst of anger suddenly rose in his heart, but he immediately suppressed it, clenched his fists, and said in a low voice, "My lord, that's right, what they broadcast is the Triwizard Tournament."

"Then why did you tell us!" The young Auror just wanted to say that the match was over at the beginning, and Grindelwald would explain the rest of the melee, but the boss didn't give him a chance to explain, and scolded his head and face. Then he and Andre walked side by side, "Did you know? We came here on a broomstick! Almost violated the secrecy law, you boy has good fruit!"

The young Auror stood helplessly amid the splashing spittle, his face was full of bewilderment, he didn't understand why his boss, who likes flying a broom over Paris in his spare time, could talk about the "Secrecy Act" so openly, and he didn't understand I understand why even after hearing about Grindelwald, he is unwilling to ask one by one as written in the manual, let alone why he can so naturally hook up with the "legal businessman" Andre in front of him, and In full view of everyone, he stuffed a small bottle into his pocket.

The excessive amount of information caused the brain of this young man who had just entered the society to shut down. He watched his boss lead the team away after a friendly and friendly exchange. I didn't even glance at the water curtain.

"The charm of language, my dear friend," Andre said after seeing off the Auror captain, noticing the young man standing aside in a daze, he leaned forward and winked, "Excellent, you said it, this is ordinary the match of."

"Will they take money from those Muggles?" the young man asked inexplicably.

"What?"

"I mean, when these Muggles from Second Salem are stealing children all over the world, will those Aurors let them go because they took their money?" The boy's eyes regained clarity, and he asked seriously, "Like you just stuffed him with money."

"Oh?" Andre raised his eyebrows, "Your identity, this kind of speech is very dangerous."

"It's already like this, Andre, I know who you are, and I have also witnessed his bribery process, he will not let me go," the young man shook his head, at this moment he can be said to be sober in the world, "What's more, such a Many people have heard Grindelwald's proclamation, and someone will definitely impeach the Ministry of Magic for its ineffective work, so am I not the best scapegoat for patrolling here tonight but not reporting at all?"

"Hahaha, you see it very clearly," Andre first smiled, and then said seriously, "I can tell you responsibly, the situations you imagined just now did happen, and there are not a few of them, it's absurd, right? I know you have misunderstood Nurmengard, but all we have done is to eliminate these farces."

"Really?"

"Really, Jack." Andre smiled, while slipping back the little silver ball that was about to roll out of the ear canal.

"Do you know my name?" The young man showed an excited look on his face. He didn't expect that his mediocre performance would fall into the eyes of the famous Andre.

"Of course, my child." Andre stretched out his hand and patted the young man's shoulder. "I have been in France for a while, and one of my jobs is to observe those young people with abilities and potential."

"Really...Really?" The young man fell into a great surprise, until Andre arranged for his subordinates to contact him who was ready to surrender, and there was no other reaction.

Andre led the people back to the back of the water curtain, while muttering to the small ball in his hand, "It's a good thing you can check their list, otherwise it would be a bit troublesome for this upright kid to talk around."

Similar scenarios are happening around the world.

After Andre disappeared with his men, the battle scene of Alexander looking down appeared in the water curtain.

Gold and silver giants and pitch-black monsters almost fill the entire water curtain, but this is already the most extreme viewing angle. If the lens is farther away, the details between them will be almost completely invisible.

Silently abandoned a face and a third of the body, broke free from Alexander's iron fist, screaming in pain accompanied the whole process, after a process similar to childbirth, Salem became more clear and pure The sound came from the monster's body. Almost all the eyes on its face were closed, only the center one was still open. The malicious eyes shot out from it along with the black magic light, strafing Alexander's armor. , even such a thick metal can be corroded.

By observing Nelson's performance, Salem understood that this ordeal might not be a good one. In just a few minutes, she knew the benefits and disadvantages, whether it was from Nelson's "Muggle-born" status or where he ended up. The injustice he suffered in being kicked out of Hogwarts didn't impress Nelson in the slightest. This was a hard and soft lump, just like this ridiculously large puppet.

But even at this juncture, the arrogant she never thought that there might be a problem with her intelligence. Nelson might not be Muggle-born at all, or he might not have been kicked out of Hogwarts at all.

Alexander watched her attempt to break free unhurriedly, and when the smaller circle stood silently opposite, its one-eyed lighted up again, let go of the hand on the ground, and moved at a speed that didn't fit its huge body. He straightened up, waved his fist, and threw it at the silent one-eyed.

"Do you regret killing so many children?" Nelson was still exploring whether this person had a bottom line, but her answer quickly disappointed him.

"Words are useless to me, you bastard, you wizards are all the same," Salem yelled loudly after the starfish-shaped head that had just returned to its original shape was deflated again, "If you were a butcher, Do you regret killing pigs? What I regret the most is that I didn't catch the three of you back sooner!"

Nelson didn't speak any more, just manipulating Alexander to continue beating the monster in front of him.

The unimaginable magical power of the Obscure is a hard bone after all, even though Salem is just a Muggle and doesn't know any magic, even though she just forcibly sewed her spirit into the body of the chimeric Obscure, even though there is no The ubiquitous lost fog is biting its body and absorbing its life all the time. Although it has been weakened again and again, Moran, who can only spit out magic power and explode with brute force, is still rough. The meat is disgustingly thick.

Alexander shattered its body time and time again, but the huge magical power would restore the silent body in an instant. In the battle between the two, the city in Nelson's dream suffered disaster, and skyscrapers one after another After being chopped off at the waist, the ruins that fell on the ground in the next second were crushed into powder, and returned to the original form of lost fog. Half the city was quickly razed to the ground, and Momo, who was fighting and retreating, also found desperately that The white space at the place can't see the end.

But the evenly matched record with Alexander once again made Salem a little lucky. As long as I can defeat it... I can go out...

Is Alexander's combat power so unbearable after his body is almost assembled?

No, even with the help of the right location, Alexander can randomly tear Silence apart like in the beginning, but this is actually an experimental opportunity that Nelson cherishes. In other words, everything is planned.

Whether it is Nelson and Tom, or Grindelwald, or even Dumbledore, they have never paid attention to the Muggles who rely on stolen power to carry out terrorist attacks. There is only one real enemy that is visible to the naked eye and whose fate is clear—— —Despicable Haierbo, or the Haierbo who has become "humble Haierbo" in Nelson's case, his record is too brilliant, and his legend is too sensational, even if his performance at this moment is terrible, they dare not face it .

When studying the dementors, the family created by Hai Erbo, Nelson was surprised to find that the purity of emotions in the magic power of dementors is almost another extreme patron saint, and the magic body most similar to it is the silent one , but Nelson obviously couldn't capture Credence, the only known silent man, for research, so the experience of fighting the silent man at this time is invaluable, especially when this silent man has the determination to blow himself up immediately if he can't beat him .

But Salem obviously couldn't figure out the situation. When she found that Nelson was constantly changing his attack methods, she felt that she had found the weakness of her opponent-it seemed unstoppable, but in fact there was nothing she could do about herself!

This may be the consequence of Muggles forcibly mastering magic power. Anyone with a normal brain would not naively think that an opponent who could crush him at the beginning suddenly becomes powerless. This kind of blunt knife cutting flesh is often the most terrifying .

"Surrender!" Salem said boldly, "I think your puppet is very suitable for cleaning. Let's go out and kill those disgusting wizards together. I can give you a chance to call me mother."

"wait a moment."

"What?"

Nelson didn't pay attention to the dying person in front of him, he just felt sad for the other three souls who had been manipulated for a lifetime.

In the end, after trying all the methods of preparation and taking notes, Nelson was determined to give the other three owners of this huge body a dignified death.

"Do they have any last words?"

"what are you saying?"

"I don't think so, what kind of wish can a person who doesn't even have a life have?" Nelson on the throne put down his notes, pulled out his wand, and stuck it under his feet.

Looking at the countless battle damage on Alexander's body, Salem once thought that she was going to win, but when she triumphantly opened her eyes and mouth, she was about to teach this young man who didn't respect his "mother" a lesson , Alexander's body flashed a silver light, and the battle damage was repaired in an instant by the floats flying out of the vent hole. Then, a complex rune that penetrated Alexander's body lit up from the head downwards, and the dry gully Filled with silver-white magic power.

Salem only saw a fist wrapped in silver light rushing towards him, and heard a falcon chirping in a trance.

At the moment of shattering, she heard an old call, hunger and thirst filled with excitement.

Nelson reappeared in the middle of the Quidditch pitch. Except for Grindelwald, everyone who was still able to move joined in the melee to defend Hogwarts. The other half who stayed in place had completely lost Momo Rational, in the midst of crazy value-added and division, countless black human figures in the arena fought with the wizards, and Nelson saw Tom protecting a dozen classmates behind him in the crowd at a glance.

Grindelwald was not idle either. He focused on fiddling with the water curtain, deliberately subtracting the continuous stream of wizards led by the Aurors and Dumbledore outside the Quidditch pitch, gushing out of nowhere like cockroaches. The figure of the enemy, he excitedly pointed the camera at Nelson, and kept repeating the scene where the giant in silver just smashed the silence with a punch.

In the distant Antarctic, a young man whose cheeks were flushed from being exposed to the wind and snow all year round stood up straight from a group of magic penguins waiting to be fed, holding a mini water curtain in his hand, and was extremely excited.

His face turned even redder seeing the face of his old boss. He was waiting for the three-monthly courier. At his feet, there were piles of research reports from the previous three months.