Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Just as Harry was thinking about it, the bronze bull statue that everyone was gathered around suddenly exploded.

Waves of twisted black energy gushed out like a gusher, accompanied by clumps of bloody limbs and arms.

Abernethy's eyes were fixed and motionless, and he just waved his hand.

More than 10 groups of his Saints team ran towards the exploded hole fearlessly again.

But at this moment, a giant hand like a giant monster came out of the hole with rolling twisted dark energy.

He slapped the saints who were rushing in front into a pulp with a slap.

The Saints team that followed stopped and had no time to mourn the sacrifice of their comrades. They retreated in unison while releasing barrier spells towards the twisted black group.

"There are many obstacles!"*N

The Saints team nearby did not hesitate and directly sent out rows of attack spells.

"Thunder Explosion!"*N

"Avada Kedavra!"*N

Colorful spells hit the twisted black mass, causing waves of suppressed roars and creaking sounds to come from it.

Slowly, a huge, ugly figure like a stitched monster struggled to reveal a mountain-like figure.

This is a monster made up of countless Obscure bodies, with bulging limbs and torsos still wriggling.

A closer look revealed that under the twisted black mist were human heads and broken limbs, and black and red blood dripped down.

One look at it could send a chill straight through the coccyx to the forehead.

It was the first time Harry had seen such a bloody scene, and his stomach was churning.

But he didn't care about retching, and all his attention was attracted by the stitched monster that appeared.

Because in the middle of the stitched monster's strange face, it turned out to be the fourth generation of Salem.

This holy and loving face grew on this evil and ugly body, which was indescribably weird.

After the stitched troll came out of the hole, it ignored the group attack that could hurt even the legends, and began to wreak havoc. The saints had to retreat everywhere.

The saints kept changing the type of spells they released, trying to find the most effective one for this monster.

The stitched troll's Obscurus, with its palms waving and fanning, brought rolling twisted energy, and the momentum was too huge.

This was even more powerful than the power Voldemort had used when he controlled the Obscurus several times before.

The troll smashed huge pits on the street, and even the buildings were affected, almost broken in half and tottering.

And the saints who were touched, even with shields, none of them could survive intact, and almost turned into meat paste.

At this time, a lot of white mist and black mist flew out of the hole, and the battlefield began to become chaotic for a while, and the number of saints killed and injured gradually increased.

Abernethy analyzed calmly. In fact, the Witch Party was not unfamiliar with the twisted wizard creation of the Obscurus.

Grindelwald had cultivated an Obscurus equivalent to the legendary realm, which was Dumbledore's nephew Cresden.

And the monster in front of him was probably a new product developed by the Twin Serpents, and it was indeed powerful.

Countless Obscurus could bear the damage together after merging, and even the soul-damaging Killing Curse could not do anything to it for a while.

In fact, if we slowly fight a war of attrition, we can probably still break this thing, but,

At this time, a wizard suddenly teleported beside him. It was the servant of the Fry family, that is, a member of the Pure Land Society.

His subordinates were responsible for guarding the Muggles and intercepting possible supporters on the periphery.

"Abernethy, the Purgers have no support, but the movement here is too loud, which has alarmed the Muggle government. There are armed helicopters flying over here, and we have to fight quickly."

Abernethy's eyes darkened a little and nodded.

"I know."

The Witch Party was able to stir up such a big storm in the past. In addition to unity and passion, it is impossible that they did not have any trump cards.

Since the Purgers have no external aid, they can give it a try!

"Assemble the Holy Artifact Plate!"

As Abernethy roared, the saints who were fighting guerrilla warfare with the stitched giant immediately took out the holy artifact pendants on their chests.

As the saints injected vitality and magic into them, their faces turned pale and their steps gradually became a little weak.

After paying a considerable price.

Silver threads began to connect between hundreds of holy artifact pendants, and a silver triangular plate appeared above the street, almost as big as a football field.

This plate is exactly like a Deathly Hallows, consisting of a silver spear, a layer of triangular silver sand and a round silver plate.

When the stitched giant, who was killing and destroying wantonly, saw the triangular plate above his head, the main controller Salem was stabbed by the light emitted from it and his eyes hurt.

"Ah! All of you, go die!"

Her fierce eyesHe became even more frantic. After a shrill scream, he pushed his legs and jumped up suddenly, and his giant palm slapped over.

The huge triangular bowl with silver light also covered downwards.

The vertical silver spear in the bowl quickly peeled off and collided with the stitched giant monster in an instant.

"Boom!"

The silver-black mushroom cloud rose, and the blazing light made everyone unable to open their eyes.

The ground cracked as if a magnitude 12 earthquake had occurred, and the buildings on both sides collapsed one after another, like the end of the world.

Wall Street is ruined!

And this is not the end. The triangular silver yarn and silver ring in the bowl broke away one after another, and like a maggot on the tarsal bone, they entangled the stitched giant monster that was repelled by the giant spear.

One of these two items has a magic-banning effect, and the other has a binding and suppression effect.

Instantly tied up the previously arrogant stitched giant monster and made it unable to move.

The dense silver threads made it look like a silkworm, shrinking smaller and smaller.

The broken bodies of the Obscurus fell to the ground one by one, forming a real sea of ​​blood and corpses, demonstrating what is called hell on earth.

The nearby saints kept moving, with slightly weak bodies, still clearing out the remaining purgers.

Harry was also activating various spells and fighting bravely. Not to mention, Harry was a Gryffindor after all, and he was not nervous at all when he was on the battlefield.

Sirius ran around to protect his godson, fearing that his godson would be in trouble, and he was ready to block the curse.

Abernethy came to the pile of meat of the stitched giant monster, his face grim, thought for a while, and cast a spell to separate Salem from it.

"You bunch of worms hiding in the corner of the world, let me go! You will be burned by the flames of hell for ten thousand years!"

Salem took a few breaths and screamed wildly, the hatred in his eyes almost dripping blood.

"Take him back to England and torture him severely!"

Abernathy didn't understand why this demon hated wizards so much, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, just waved his hand.

The two saints stepped forward and detained the woman who had a kind face before but now had distorted features.

While the operation was taking place in New York, France, Italy and other regions also underwent great changes!