All things are three at Hogwarts

Seeing Uncle Leonard and Ian standing safely in the room, Jessica, who had been worried about them on the floating city, finally relaxed and let out a long breath; Ian looked at the thin man standing next to Owen Jessica, who had noticed a lot, frowned. Her immediate thought was that Jessica was brought here as a hostage, but when she thought about it, she laughed to herself. Allen was not a person who would use such methods. The other party really No need for hostages to do anything...

There was a sound of scrubbing the floor, and the wands were pulled out by some highly alert and nervous American Aurors and held in their hands. However, before these American wizards could say anything in a hurry, Penelope waved a semicircle in the air with her bare hands. Suddenly she stopped. He stopped and frowned to look at Owen and Leonard, then bit his lip in annoyance and pressed the tip of the staff downwards, and the staff in his hand suddenly issued a magic spell.

The American wizards who pulled out their wands and pointed them at Allen and Owen found that blue sparks suddenly appeared from the tip of the wand in their hands, a crackling explosion sounded, and the flames burned along the wand body bit by bit.

The flames burned so fast that these Aurors had to throw away their wands immediately to avoid being burned by the flames. The wands eventually turned into ashes and fell to the ground. A wizard stretched out his hand to retain her, but failed. His fingers were pinched in his palm, and in the end he could only look at Penello in horror.

Penello snorted coldly, but after she finished speaking, she looked at her palm again. A little joy appeared on her face, which was quickly suppressed by her: "Next time you point the wand at someone, the one who will be burned will not be burned." It’s more than just a wand.”

"Please don't be nervous, we have no ill intentions... In fact, I think everyone knows that if my son had taken action from the beginning... none of you would have had the chance to come to the Rocky Mountains to establish a defensive zone..." Irving's tone was relatively good. Friendly, after speaking, he made his expression more gentle and friendly and turned to Leonard, "Leonard, we have more important things to talk about now...it's about the end of the world, and it's no longer just these kids playing house. It’s about”

After recovering from the initial shock, Leonard raised his eyes and looked at Irving for a few seconds. He was a little annoyed when he heard the warning and contempt in the other person's words, but then he straightened his back and walked forward. After a few steps, he stretched out his hand and invited without being humble or overbearing: "The survival of the country is no small matter. The way Minister Harris came to the door was unexpected, but it seems that we are being negligent and rude. Please come sit with me and we will discuss it in detail..."

Seeing the expressions of the American wizards around him, Allen shrugged his shoulders as he was silent, feeling a little self-deprecating: now his appearance was beyond the expectations of these Americans, making them think that he was not following the rules and would take action himself. , so he was so panicked. He thought that the God of Death would not do such a thing before, but when the other party did not follow the rules and actually took action, he was actually as panicked as these American wizards.

However, the noisy sounds of the Americans around him, as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and Jessica's urging to see Allen in a daze brought him back to his senses, and Allen naturally took a step towards Leonard.

"Ian, after my father and your uncle finish talking about the matter, let's go to my house for dinner together. You haven't seen my twins yet. They are very naughty and cute...wait a minute..." Let yourself and Ian walk side by side. Alan, who was with us, originally exchanged friendly greetings with a smile, but then his gaze inadvertently swept across Ian's cheek. Suddenly, the pupil of his left eye narrowed rapidly and he stared at Ian. He said in a serious tone, "Wait a minute, you It's best to contact your teammates immediately to stabilize them, otherwise they will suffer physical pain and damage. I think this is a waste... and it is also a help to the God of Death..."

"Uh...what?" Ian, who was a little overwhelmed by Allen's overly affectionate treatment, could not come to his senses immediately, but then he realized Allen's prophecy ability and immediately became excited. He held the badge and said: " Captain! I’m Ian, Captain Macduff!”

Like a stone sinking into the sea, there was no response from the other end of the badge.

"I'll go over and tell you face to face." Ian turned around and walked quickly to the fireplace. As soon as he grabbed a handful of Floo powder, he heard a piercing alarm sound erupting outside the observation port of the bunker in the defensive area, and then the Floo powder was It flew away from his hand.

Realizing that something was wrong, Leonard turned his head to Owen as an apology, and hurriedly walked to the bunker window with three steps and two steps at a time. He picked up the panoramic telescope and looked into the distance.

"Uhhhhh!"

At the outer defense stronghold where Ian was surrounded by blazing flames, the sky was dyed crimson by fire. The sound of crackling flames was mixed with suppressed roars of pain, and the flames were getting closer and closer. The voices were like the roars of demons crawling out of hell. They were rough, hoarse and high-pitched, and it was difficult to tell what specific words they were shouting. The terrifying roars were getting closer and closer, accompanied by cries of pain.

Then, like many others, the next scene made Leonard's body immediately freeze as he was watching, as motionless as a stone statue.

And in this area of ​​​​humanoid creatures covered in flames that rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire, the fire-avoidance spells on these Aurors were obviously unable to withstand this flame corridor composed of blazing flames. Except for the very elite among the elite, there were also In addition to protecting the caster, most of the other people's bodies are burning.

Although the bubble spells on the heads of these American wizards did not react to the flames and continued to protect their faces, they were inevitably blackened by the smoke. Only the teeth in their wide-open mouths were still white, and war roars could be heard from inside. Sky.

Like the fire devils who had returned from the hell of Baator, they rushed out of the sea of ​​fire and shouted loudly, but because of the high temperature of the flames, the words they wanted to express eventually turned into some chaotic-sounding roars that they endured as they were burned by the fire. The pain was vented with roars, but the unbearable severe pain made their voices deformed and distorted.

Seeing these pyromen getting closer and closer, the surrounding wizards of the United Kingdom could not believe their eyes. The humanoid figures wrapped in soaring flames that rushed out were the guerrillas who had fought against them before.

Burned by the raging fire, they endured the pain and roared instead of venting. However, the unbearable severe pain made their voices deformed and distorted, but they still stubbornly continued to cast spells with their flaming wands.

The fearless Pyro rushed towards the United Kingdom despite the intertwined spells. The wands in the hands of the American wizards were also burning, which reduced the accuracy of their random spells. In the end, they all turned into Area magic caused raging fire to spread everywhere they went, with burning flames and flying sparks everywhere.

"Didn't they already block the exit with fire? Aren't they afraid of the pain? Aren't they already discussing peace talks?"

The shocking scene in front of them made these questions ring in the minds of many wizards in the United Kingdom, but their daily training still made them subconsciously raise the wands in their hands.