curse the world at hogwarts

"null----!"

Where Maleficent's staff paused, a complex magic circle suddenly appeared and disappeared, causing her to frown again.

It was obvious that she couldn't quite keep the magic going.

But just for a moment, it was enough.

Just like the flickering of the magic circle, the pure-blood sects in front of them suddenly felt their heartbeats stop, and then they started beating "dong dong dong dong dong -" as quickly as a snare drum.

Among them were masters in potions, herbal medicine... and even first aid masters who were mixed up in St. Mungo's, but they could not suppress the sudden restlessness deep in their hearts.

The energy that had made them feel satisfied, enriched, and even expanded just now suddenly lost control and was violently conflicting in their bodies...

And lost!

"Do not--!"

In the pride of being about to kill Muggles, the shock of encountering an ambush, the courage to fight desperately to break out, the blows of too many enemies, the luck of escaping into the dense forest, the fear of suddenly being controlled, the excitement of receiving a gift, and the despair of another mutation...

His mentality has gone through four major ups and downs.

There is no such thing as a playful mentality!

This time, he was really stunned.

Extreme despair leads to extreme rage, but extreme rage is ultimately incompetent rage. Before Flint even raised his wand, even if he threw a valuable magic at Maleficent, he was overwhelmed by the crazy surging energy in his body...

howl.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooo!"

This howl was full of energy at first, then exhausted, and finally hoarse and dry, leaving only a rough gasp...without any breath.

And in this howl, as if they were actively sprayed out, countless green energy spurted out from the bodies of the pure-blood factions and dissipated into the nothingness around them.

Even if someone reaches out desperately to grab even a tiny bit...

Is it possible that the amount can be grasped?

"Puff puff puff-"

After a long while, the long "breathing" that made their faces turn blue, their heads swelled, and their eyes bulged finally ended.

The pure-blood faction, which had completely lost any strength, fell to the ground at their feet like marionettes with their threads cut off.

But this time, they no longer had the strength to stand up, and all that was left were tears.

Even if they don't know what happened, they can still feel that their magic power is mixed into one by the "given" power, and then all of it is vented...

Not a drop.

"why?"

"what is this?"

Until now, most people still haven't figured out the core of the matter, and they question their fate in confusion and sadness.

The God of Destiny said it had nothing to do with him.

Only Mr. Flint grasped the core issue of the matter. He struggled with his body as if he was paralyzed, raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the evil woman.

Yes, Death Eaters think Maleficent is really evil!

"who are you?"

Now that things have come to this, what’s the point of the reason?

Of course, you need to ask clearly who the enemy is, so that you can have a chance to take revenge later!

"Finally someone who has the right idea."

Maleficent smiled and gave Flint a little encouragement, then suddenly raised her long legs and stepped on him according to the same ugly face as her gap-toothed son.

"But do you think I'd tell you?"

After a few seconds, Flint passed out.

But before passing out, he tasted a little bit of it.

Why does this guy look so familiar to someone who greets people in the face with his high-heeled boots?

It's a pity that the speed of his mental disconnection far exceeded the speed of the truth coming out. Until he completely fainted, he didn't think of this extremely "damaged" person...

which one.

……

"How are you?"

Of course the damaging move of kicking Flint came from Rhine.

After achieving his goal, he quickly took over control of the body and used the last moment before revealing his true form to complete the blow to Mr. Flint's face.

The handover was so quick, not because of a desire for control, but because Maleficent was already in a very bad state.

After running away, withdrawing from the siege, and driving far away with little "gas" left, Rhine stumbled to the ground and asked about Maleficent's condition.

"The response was greater than expected..."

Maleficent made her final statement.

"I must start devouring it immediately, and you should be careful next time."

Rhine quickly agreed and let Maleficent enter the next step.

As for being careful, even if the magic power in his body is exhausted at this moment, he does not need to be too nervous.

Because there was a sound of "hee hee soo soo" in the woods not far away, and the heads of Hermione and other little cotton-padded jackets and a group of house elves popped up.

When Scrimgeour was bound to be furious, how could adult wizards sneak out to rescue him?

With their inconspicuousness, of course, if you choose Scrimgeour, you can’t even imagine how bright the future will be for these little wizards!

Anyway, the observation ended when the thorns surrounded them, and they had plenty of time to join the elves who had settled the Muggle family.

Seeing Rhine's pale face, Hermione and others couldn't help but gather around him with concern.

"What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

"No……"

Rhine put on a strained smile and tried his best to make them feel reassured.

"This time... I made a profit."

"..."

Judging from the expressions on the little guys' faces, they definitely don't believe it.

"I really didn't lie!"

For the first time in his life, Rhine completely lost the ability to resist. He was carried out of the forest by a group of young wizards expressionlessly without any ability to struggle. He howled unwillingly...

In fact, he really made money.

What happened tonight was not "Rhine forced Maleficent to cast magic beyond the upper limit of her power", but "Maleficent had to force herself to cast this magic", and Rhine was only the one who judged whether the plan was feasible.

If you want to kill those pure-blood factions, even the half-broken Dark Queen can do it easily.

But this one is not in line with the interests of Rhine and Bai Fang's cooperation, and the second one is not in line with her need to force herself once.

why?

Because in the past three years, Rhine has fed a lot of malicious energy intermittently, nurturing Maleficent's recovery.

The upper limit of her soul at this moment is far higher than when she first recovered, but the "cup" formed by her upper limit of energy is also filled with "water" composed of mixed malice.

They completed the task of nurturing and restoring, but blocked Maleficent from absorbing her pure soul...

Xiaoma, in order to complete the further recovery of the soul and once again increase the upper limit.

Therefore, [Great Curse: Grant and Deprivation] became her choice.

This curse is Maleficent's original magic, which is closely related to her control of the Black Forest Throne.

During those years of constant war with the human kingdom, she relied on bestowing human life energy to build a forest army that was not afraid of consumption, forcing the Muggle king to resort to such dirty tricks as "beautiful man tricks" and stealing wings.

Since it can be given, it can also be taken away.

The process of infecting the magic of those human wizards, converting it into controllable energy, and then dissipating it can just consume the power that Maleficent has accumulated and has nowhere to vent.

Killing two birds with one stone, why not?

Next, Maleficent will enter seclusion to devour Xiaoma, the independent soul, and truly combine the scattered powers into one.

By the way, we also have to deal with the missing memories that may come with Xiaoma.

But in this world, not only matter and energy are conserved, but situations are also conserved.

If they both make money, someone will definitely lose their money.

After a beautiful sleep, Rhine, who had not even had a dream, was awakened by Scrimgeour's banging on the door and saw the latest front page headline of the "Daily Prophet".

"Saint Clan Eye! The hardcore members of the pure-blood sect have suffered a heavy blow. What does the loss of magic power mean to them?"

Below, are the various inside stories that Rita Skeeter obtained in exchange for turning into a flower beetle, directly adding salt to the huge and painful wound of the pure-blood faction at the moment.

Rhine was furious. He slammed the table, stood up, pointed at the newspaper and roared.

"What does this mean? Is this old woman in need of cleaning up?"

What he was referring to was not the "Eight of the Holy Tribe", but a report on the second page——

"Veela nemesis! The hunter who doesn't know what it means to be compassionate may get a new title!"

Veela?

What a nemesis?

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