Hogwarts Everything is Three

  Chapter 1471 Good afternoon

Rocky Mountain Yellowstone Park is known as the Bridal Veil Waterfall. The President of the Magic Congress of the United States Piqueley looked far in the direction of Ifamoni, listening to the Auror’s report about the professors who stayed in Ifamoni. Accept the description of the situation.

"After a violent conflict with the Aurors in the United Kingdom, these Pukki who wanted to resist shooting the Aurors with bows and arrows were arrested... At the same time, the students who rose up to resist were also suppressed..." the Auror in charge of reporting The tone became heavier, "The final result is: From now on, Pukke has been forgiven by Owen's order to forgive his sins, and because of the traditions of the academy, he can continue to live in Ifamoni, but...they can't control it. They are allowed to hold weapons and no longer serve as the escorts of Ifamuni; but the students who participated in the resistance were subject to punishment at the end of the confinement period. Their use of wands was further restricted compared to ours. Now they are in The school is only allowed to use the magic wands issued to them before class. Once class is over, they will be taken back..."

  After a short silence, hateful curses erupted. Most of these wizards in the Rocky Mountains were graduated from Ifamoni, and they had deep feelings for this magic school.

Originally, many people were dissatisfied with the behavior of the Congress, which was undefended and handed over to the enemy country. Now I heard that Ifamuni is controlled by others at this time. The tradition is changed and the students have to bear such humiliation , I was even more angry, and the eyes of some emotional wizards were red.

  "This is a conspiracy of Floating City. The other schools they control have no such restrictions!"

  "This will make our students fall further behind in casting spells!"

   "Organize the armed forces to recapture Ifamuni."

Amidst the excitement of the crowd, there was a brash man shouting in a thick voice, and there were several echoes, but more people stopped scolding and chose to be silent-anger is one thing, of course. However, more people were recaptured by this sentence and returned to reality, facing the military gap between themselves and the United Kingdom.

Most American wizards in the Rocky Mountains understand that sacrificing vitality to retake a magic school that is impossible to hold is a meaningless thing, so the forced reason makes more people choose to swallow their breath and continue to follow the original arrangement. Act.

Finally, Chairman Piquili waited for the people to vent their curses for a while before arranging manpower to let them do their own things. Then, with some headaches, he took a heavy step and returned to his own. Then he dug out the magic with fossils for mud and then used fossils for stone reinforcement. In the office.

  He slumped down on the stone chair, kneading his forehead with his hands. In this space that belonged to him, he could no longer conceal his fatigue and depression.

   "Good afternoon, sir." The old male voice that seemed to be choking in his throat suddenly sounded, hoarse, depressed and slow, as if it could shock life.

Piquili sat upright, and quickly pulled out the wand he was carrying with him-but then the pressure that appeared suddenly hit him like a raging sea, and the wand fell to the ground and rolled out, and Piquili also Being pressed back into the seat by this force, the blood flow of the whole body was squeezed, the brain was dizzy, and the whole body was tight and unable to control the body, and the hanging arms and fingertips kept trembling under this huge pressure.

   "Ah... I'm sorry... I sometimes forget how to get along with mortals." The old male voice was a little indifferent, and he pointed his hand from under the new black cloak to Piqueli.

This coercion came and went quickly, but it was enough to make Piqueley, the chairman of the U.S. Congress, sweat on his back and forehead. He firmly held the arm of the chair to regain a little control over his body and sat upright. Stiff body.

  At this time, Piqueley realized that there were a few more people in his room, and he didn't notice their presence at all before the other person spoke after he came in—he didn't hear the slightest apology from the other person's tone.

The old wizard who just spoke was holding a crutch in the shape of a viper with an eye, and the brand-new black magic cloak faintly flowed with magical energy. It looked low-key and luxurious, but this cloak looked like the ancient cloak he was wearing. Greek-style clothing is very out-of-match.

  The facial features of the old wizard are like an aggressive ram-the pale, abnormally bony white skin has big yellow eyes that are unforgettable, and the bridge of the nose is very straight. It's just the way his lips are closed and the lines on both sides of his nose make him look very harsh and inaccessible.

But Piquili hadn’t come to inquire and look more eagerly, feeling that the pressure from the old wizard that completely suppressed him was completely subdued, as if the overlapping weights were gradually moving away, but another A feeling that had been ignored by him before due to the powerful pressure became more and more obvious-Piquili felt as if all his happiness had been taken away, full of sadness and despair, but he could be sure that this feeling was not because of My fear is more like the dementor I have faced, because even if I try to remember happy things as much as possible, my heart still feels the despair that flows out uncontrollably.

Only then did Piquili notice that this feeling was brought to him by the few entourages behind the old wizard in front of him who hadn’t attracted his attention. He suddenly leaned back, panic trying to stand up and reach for the wand that he had fallen before.

The two behind the old wizard, looking at their faces, made Piquili, the chairman of the magic, immediately recognize the identity of each other-the famous wanted Death Eaters Bellatrix Lestrange and Rudolphs · Lestrange.

  It's just that the faces of the two black wizards and couples at this time are as gray as drowned to a pale blue, and their eyes are glowing with red light, which seems to be no longer alive in the surrounding body.

  At this time, Piqueli looked at the wizard in front of him who was beginning to have a sense of existence~www.NovelMTL.com~ His pupils shrank and his body became cold, and this humanoid object could no longer be called a wizard.

This undead creature is as thin as a corpse, and has a shriveled body like a layer of skin. The seven kinds of dark green magic robes that he wore before, which were once very luxurious, but are now ragged, are covered with only one. The false eyes with the broken glass stuck in the eye sockets and the mummy-like prosthetic hands remained intact. The other parts were withered and shriveled, and the withered muscles were tightly attached to the exposed bones.

  And what Piqueley really recognizes is the slender nasal bones that are not obvious on the corrupt cheeks, which look like they don't have a nose.

This lifeless monster seemed to have noticed the gaze of the Chairman of the Magic Congress of the United States. The crimson pupil was shining evil in the hollow eye sockets, and he showed an expression that might be regarded as a smile-because it made him see Going up just becomes more ferocious.

   "My lord will solve your predicament and will also give me a chance to revenge..."

The monster hissed like a snake. His exposed teeth were studded with soul gems of various colors. From inside, he could vaguely see that some of the imprisoned souls were projected helplessly. Get out of the gem.

  (End of this chapter)