Hogwarts Everything is Three

In the early morning when it was still quiet in the United Kingdom, the mansion in the Umbrella Division in the United States was in the wee hours of the morning due to jet lag, and it must not be quiet here.

The front entrance of the mansion is bursting with the light of curses and anger, and beside the fountain on the other side, there is a temporary invisibility cloak made of invisible animal fur. Ian suppresses the urge to open the cloak and fight, calmly The comrades in front of him were waiting to make even greater noise.

More comrades roared and rushed in the direction of the institute, attracting the attention of these armed forces. The open door of the institute is like a hideous mouth. These armed forces are its teeth, and for these wizards who have received little combat training and only rely on their blood, it will undoubtedly not take them long. Will be subdued by the guards skillfully-they are no more difficult to deal with than those commercial spies who sneak in sneakily.

"Ian, let's do it..." Graves took the lead in lifting his cloak. He let go of the white-haired wizard in his hand and commanded in a cold voice, "Mr. Ashford, open the door for us."

The sorcerer called Asifford has an impressive eagle nose on an angular square cheek, deep wrinkles between the eyebrows due to long frowning, and he wears a black background with dark green borders. His magic robe is the same as the combed and straight hair, which fits snugly. Judging from his appearance and dress, this is obviously a tough wizard. He suddenly fell to the ground, staggered a few steps to support the edge of the pool, and after standing firm, he reached out to support the white glasses without borders that he had just been captured and crooked, and then began to pull out three badges. The same thing.

Ian also opened the invisibility cloak on his body, held his wand and cast an iron armor curse to build defense, and then only resisted a few of the curses fired by the guards in the distance. Asiford was controlled by the Imperius curse. Inlaid the badges in the grooves of the three raven statue seats next to the pool.

Then there was movement in the pool, the water inside began to be sucked into the beaks by the ravens, and the masonry at the bottom of the pool began to move to reveal the spiral staircase inside.

"Quick! Rush in, there are no guards inside! They are generally not allowed to enter!" Graves' face showed the joy of victory, and he shouted for Ian and Asifford to quickly follow in, although there were already guards. Came here but still didn't come in a hurry to stop them from entering.

"boom!"

Not long after Ian and the others entered, the stairs leading to the underground real research institute were blasted by them with a thunderbolt to buy time.

But the excitement didn't last much. The dark and **** scene in front of Ian made him muffled, and Graves took a breath.

On both sides of a narrow corridor are countless transparent compartments that are separated, and the glass of some compartments is still stained with blood and blue-emitting unknown substances.

Some werewolves or wizards roared, curled up, or silently isolated in these rooms, some experimental equipment and facilities like the killing table accompanied them coldly. Some of the organs that had been taken out were placed brightly on the test bench, and the bubbling blood of the blood maintained the vitality of the strangers under the action of magic.

Some lost Ian was still proficient in casting a petrification spell on the researchers inside under Auror training. The sound of smashing the wall and an angry roar came from his side. He looked sideways and saw only one body covered. The hairy werewolf wore a wooden shackle on his hand, and his sharp wolf claws kept scratching the magical glass. The two ankles were pressed by heavy iron weighing anklets, and the middle was pulled by an iron chain.

But the most terrifying thing is its head-although its body is still a normal werewolf, its head has grown strangely. Those human eyes, mouths and ears grew disorderly on the green head that had expanded several times. Except for the middle face, which has normal facial features, it can be seen that it is a human form, and the other organs grow arbitrarily everywhere. The cheeks swelled, and almost rotten fat was growing. Several mouths on the twisted head opened at the same time, screaming angrily, obviously it has no reason to speak.

"Rigidity Fox...you are right..." Ian was trembling with anger. He was a little skeptical of the other party's words. After seeing this scene with his own eyes, his concerns and favors for Allen had disappeared. There was no idle time on the site, and began to use the magic camera to take pictures of the evidence of these crimes on the phone.

"Hahaha... It's a great irony..." Graves seemed to be grinned with anger, shaking his shoulders and his eyes were full of anger and even a little grievance, "This is beyond my original imagination, such a person... is still being seen As the new savior, regarded as the savior who defeated the Dark Lord...he himself should be counted as the third generation!"

The weird corpses of the werewolves and humanoids, the cold equipment, the high test bed that is almost a slaughter table, and the tubes of strangely colored potions... These were all quickly photographed by the two of them.

The deprived Asifford followed them, using a sleepwalking tone to explain the purpose and principles of the various facilities one by one. After learning that the subjects themselves had committed capital crimes and tried to maliciously spread wolf venom or were in their hands. There are a few lives behind the dark wizard.

Ian’s expression looked less angry than he was just now, but he still pursed his mouth very angrily: “This is not a reason. The US law prohibits this kind of behavior, even if they are death row prisoners, they should be handed over to us. The Magic Congress conducts trial.

"He probably doesn't even care about his own country's Ministry of Magic. How do you expect him to comply with the regulations of the Magic Congress of the United States?" Graves said, his eyes fixed on those introduced by Asiford On the past spiral-shaped immune potions, "These things made with viruses also show their attitude towards Muggles, and they are not as good as they like to behave..."

"These hypocrites... If this thing leaks out, it will cause irreversible consequences to Muggles. We'd better hurry up. The collapse can't delay the guards for a few minutes." Ian's tone was full of worry and urgency. Everything here is exposed.

"Who are you? Stop and get out of here! Where's the guard?!!!"

The appearance of a voice interrupted the thoughts of the two men. A wizard rushed out of the laboratory deeper. He was wearing a white robe that could even be said to be a bit sloppy and ragged, with blood stained on his hands. The white gloves were splashed with blood and unknown potions. They were handsome but with obvious anger on their overly feminine faces.

"That's the James Marcus in the profile!" Ian finished shouting, and after noticing that the other party raised his wand, he immediately raised his arm to subdue the other party, "You continue to be rigid Fox! I'll solve it.. eh?!!!! "

To Ian's surprise ~www.NovelMTL.com~ The researcher in front of him looks much more difficult to deal with than the opponent they solved before. After mastering the status quo, he cleanly used the silent spell technique to make himself terrible. With his own depressed and painful roar, this terrifying research institute tutor whose whole body seemed to start to wriggle his eyes and turn into slug tentacles, eventually turned into hundreds of densely packed leeches in front of Ian. They were overwhelming. Like bounce and squirm, rushing over like a storm.

These greenish-black, slightly flattened, cylindrical guys almost woven a huge insect net. The flat gray-green abdomen was exposed in front of them, and the U-shaped jaws in the abdomen were opened savagely. , Exposing the bone sharp teeth that ordinary leeches should not have.

There was a scream of screams in the room. These large numbers of leeches seemed to lose a lot of their minds after they were dispersed, unable to distinguish between friends and foes. Many of the werewolves and wizards who were chained to the wall and fixed on the test bench. Wrapped layer by layer, adsorbed on them to **** blood.

Ian, who resisted the front, lost his initiative in the face of this unexpected attack. His iron armor curse successfully bounced off most of it, but the gap under his feet slipped a lot, and they instantly fell into his dragon suit. The leather boots and began to climb up like the above breeches. Although temporarily resisted by the reliable defensive power of the Auror uniform, this numbing thing also made him let the upper leeches when trying to drive the leeches on his feet. Defensive power dropped a lot, and several of them bounced directly on Ian's face and began to bite.