Hogwarts: I know a million points of black magic

Chapter 18 Could This Man Be Voldemort?

At this time, in the central area of ​​the gathering place, dozens of wizards in black robes were hiding in the room, tremblingly observing the terrifying battle in the gathering place.

On the right arms of these wizards, the three characters of 'Law Enforcement Team' are all embroidered.

That's right, these dozen or so wizards are the law enforcement officers in this wizard gathering place.

A gathering place capable of accommodating so many wizards naturally cannot be organized spontaneously by the wizards.

So of course, this gathering place is controlled by a manager.

And these dozen or so black wizards are thugs sent by the administrator to manage the gathering place.

Their duty is very simple. Once someone dares to make trouble in the gathering place, they will all be dispatched to let the troublemakers know the power of black magic.

But now, these law enforcement teams who usually run rampant in the gathering place are like terrified lambs, curled up in fear, and have no intention of going out to enforce the law.

In fact, it's not their fault. If ordinary black wizards are causing trouble in the gathering place, these law enforcement teams will not be afraid at all. After all, who doesn't know how to use black magic.

But now the situation is really completely different. None of these two big guys fighting in the gathering place is easy to deal with!

Looking at the shocking battle outside the window in horror, the law enforcers hiding in the room couldn't help talking

"Who are these two bosses?"

"How would I know"

"Could it be that man came back? I think that black-robed man seems to have been casting the death curse."

As soon as the voice fell, the room was silent. If a needle fell on the ground at this time, it would be heard clearly.

As we all know, as the Dark Lord Voldemort, the most specialized magic is the Killing Curse.

Moreover, not many years after Voldemort's death, a dark wizard who also specialized in the death curse appeared, so how could this not make them suspicious.

Could it be that the mysterious man is back?

Just when everyone was panicking, a firm voice of veto sounded in the room.

"impossible!"

Everyone looked back one after another, wanting to see who spoke with such certainty.

Especially the one who just said that Voldemort was coming back was even more upset. As a dark wizard, he was rejected in this way, which made him a little embarrassed.

When he turned around and was about to explode, he realized that the person who said this was actually his boss, the real ruler of this wizard gathering place, Geros Fury

"That person can't be the mysterious man!" Geros Fury was very sure that the black-cloaked man who had been casting the Killing Curse was definitely not the legendary Voldemort.

First of all, Voldemort is dead, which is a well-known fact throughout the British wizarding community.

The great savior Harry Potter defeated the mighty Dark Lord when he was still a baby, and successfully saved the wizarding world.

This familiar story has spread to every corner of the British magical world. Even a three-year-old child can know that the Dark Lord is dead. This is a universally recognized fact.
Secondly, Geros spoke so surely because of the dark black tattoo on his arm.

Dark Mark!

A huge boa constrictor with a terrifying skull on its tail and two sharp fangs protruding from its head.

Although because of Voldemort's absence for many years, this mark has long been dimmed.

But whenever Geros saw the imprint on his arm, he would subconsciously feel palpitations.

That's right, the actual owner of this gathering place, Geros, was surrounded by Voldemort's subordinates back then, and now he is a Death Eater who is shouted and beaten by everyone in the wizarding world!

"He's definitely not Voldemort." Geros slowly pulled down the sleeve on his right arm, exposing the terrifying Dark Mark to the air.

Seeing this mark, all the dark wizards in the room subconsciously stopped breathing.

Although they had already seen the dark mark on their boss's arms, these dark wizards subconsciously gasped when they saw it again.

Yes, there are also ranks in the dark wizard.

Obviously, the Death Eaters with the mark of the Dark Lord on their arms are the most pure among the dark wizards.

On Geros' arm, the terrifying black mark was as dim as ever.

The law enforcers in the room then let go.

Even though they are dark wizards, they don't want to experience Voldemort's dark age, that would be too much to suffer.

Now that it has been confirmed that the man in black robe who has been casting the Killing Curse outside is not the legendary Voldemort, the law enforcers in the room are now in the mood to watch the battle outside

. . .

Lester didn't know how the other wizards in the gathering place felt, and even if he knew, he would be indifferent.

He knew that many dark wizards living here were paying attention to this battle, but he didn't have the energy to think about it at all.

Now there is only one enemy in his eyes, and that is the boss who is confronting him.

The huge black mist broadsword continued to exert force, and severely pressed down the magic shield constructed by Lester with strong magic power.

Resisting the huge pressure from above, Lester raised the Dark Lord's staff, and skillfully cast a killing curse at the old monster who was confronting him.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

The Death Curse, which was waist-thick enough for two adults, hit the old monster who was busy with the wave like lightning, and the sharp piercing sound penetrated the entire forest.

Countless wizards who were hiding in the room and secretly observing the battle had their pupils shrunk and their eyes were full of fear.

The old monster who was the first to bear the brunt was also shocked when he saw the killing curse that was attacking him at high speed.

"Transfiguration!"

A black mist flashed by, and the old monster who was wrapped in the thick black mist instantly disappeared in place, dodging the attack.

It never occurred to him that Lester could still have the energy to release the Death Curse to sneak attack him when facing the wave.

"Damn it..." the bloodshot eyes of the old monster revealed endless killing intent. Just now, he also noticed that the entire wizard gathering place was paying attention to this battle.

The old monster was secretly worried. Seizing the house by himself was a hidden matter, but the result is now well known to everyone.

However, there is no turning back when the bow is opened. The old monster must now solve the scourge of Leicester, so that the ceremony of seizing the house can proceed.

"Too many people are paying attention to this battle." The old monster kept looking around from the corner of his eye, and found that there were wizards standing by the windows in almost every house, watching the battle secretly.

These wizards didn't escape through shape-changing immediately, but chose to stay where they were, which meant that they must have plots.

I'm afraid they all have a good plan to reap the benefits of the fisherman, waiting for both themselves and Leicester to suffer.

If it was his heyday, let alone these stinky dark wizards, even the entire elite Auror team might not be able to beat him.

Looking at it now, I have been fighting Lester for so long, and I am already exhausted physically and mentally. Even if I defeat Lester, I am afraid that I will not be able to walk out of the gathering place alive.

"I can only use that trick"

There was a hint of ruthlessness in the old monster's eyes, and he looked at Lester with hatred in his eyes. He never thought that one day, he would be forced to such a point by a brat

"The dark devil is coming!"

The old monster roared all over, and a sky-reaching black beam of light burst at him, rushing straight to the clouds.

The forest, which was originally windy and beautiful, also had gusts of wind at this time.

The wind was sunny, and the cloudless sky was also covered by thick black fog at this time, blocking all the light.

It was clearly noon when the sun was three poles high, but the gathering place was pitch black.

(End of this chapter)