The right way to attack Moriarty

"No——" Big Lestrange looked at the unconscious Jim and let out a heart-piercing cry. The magic power was sacrificed and the magic power was exhausted—Jim's future was completely predictable.

The Moriartys would not accept a single stain, even if Jim was a brave little hero.

But even so, he couldn't just let Jim die!

Big Lestrange's nails turned ominous black, and a raging fire ignited behind him. Thanks to Tomelin, his devil flame was finally summoned.

A tongue of flames rose into the air, carrying a cold and savage aura, as if it had come from hell, and entangled itself into a ten-person-high fiery snake, spitting out bright red snake letters, baring its ferocious fangs, and viciously Mike Artemis strikes.

The dementor who was approaching Jim stopped, and looked back at Mike Artemis, as if hesitating, the master was in danger, whether he should go back to protect the master, or continue to carry out the master's order.

"Keep doing your job!" The tall wizard sensed the hesitation of the dementor Barney, and immediately ordered, "Suck up his happiness!"

The fire snake approached Mike infinitely, and the pale face of the tall wizard even turned a little bloody under the light of the fire.

Barney continued to slide toward Jim, making creaking noises all the way.

Big Lestrange gritted his teeth, and branched out a ray of flame from the fire snake, blocking the unconscious Jim and the dementor.

The tongue of flame jumped up fiercely, and the devil's flame came from hell, devouring everything.

The dementor stopped its advance and turned back hesitantly, waiting for further instructions from Mike Artemis.

Turn around or die.

"Go on!" The tall man didn't hesitate at all, he even let out a "ho ho" laugh, because he found a new way to deal with this tricky devil flame!

A row of five dementors appeared out of nowhere.

The tall man continued to chant spells, more and more dementors appeared, and the surrounding air became gloomy and cold.

The ferocious and scorching temperature dropped instantly, and even the flames that had been rising up gradually faded.

The dementors that Mike Artemis summoned again were like sacrifices, and they lined up one by one into the demon fire.

Devil flames come from hell and devour everything.

The dementors that walked into the devil's flame disappeared one by one.

Dementors create anxiety and despair, covering fire and annihilating hope.

As the number of dementors thrown into the devil's flame increased, the tongue of the devil's flame became smaller and smaller, and finally changed from a ten-man tall salamander to a one-man tall salamander.

There was a sudden apparition sound in the air.

The Moriarty couple, Jim's brother, and the Lestrange couple one after another, more and more wizards appeared here, and the Aurors headed by Theseus surrounded Mike Artemis tightly. live.

Mike Artemis smiled strangely: "What a beautiful picture, devour the happiness of these purebred little wizards one by one, and wait until the little wizards become puppets without souls, and then I will throw away their bodies like discarded broken pieces." Like a rag doll, hanging high on your wall."

The Lestrange couple didn't let him finish talking, raising his hand was a series of forbidden black magic.

Mike Artemis didn't intend to hide, but opened his eyes wide and uttered a long series of incantations.

A dementor.

Two dementors.

Ten dementors.

The spell continues, and the number of dementors continues to increase.

The cold air was like vines, tightly entangled the wizards, unable to escape even a little bit, and even every breath was tainted with deep depression.

The number of dementors continues to increase—

49,

53,

62,

77.

The desperation and depression that followed not only came from the interference of the dementors, but also from a clear understanding of reality.

Can't beat it.

give up.

Many wizards lowered their hands and closed their eyes tightly, waiting to accept the death sentence.

The Aurors were still organizing an orderly attack, however, to no avail.

"Why aren't Dementors afraid of the Shoutout!" an Auror said in disbelief, "That's impossible!"

The white patron saint stood in front of the dementors, firmly stopped the approaching dementors, and tried to drive away these monsters that were emitting a stench and refused to leave.

One after another, the patron saints overlapped each other, forming layers of thick white fog, like a thick barrier, firmly blocking the dementors from approaching.

However, the dementors did not turn around and be driven away as the Aurors expected. On the contrary, the reaction of these dementors was different from the group of dementors guarding Azkaban. They were not afraid of the Patronus spell. They didn't abandon their prey and dodge far away. On the contrary, the dementors opened their mouths, trying to devour the Patronus made of happiness and hope in front of them.

For the dementors from hell, the thick white fog exudes a seductive aroma. Dementors come from hell, devouring all hope and happiness.

"No! No! No——" Theseus looked at the crazy man in disbelief, "You actually opened the gate of hell?!"

Mike Artemis showed a strange smile: "I don't have such a great ability, it's all thanks to your brother."

Newt's figure continued to twist and fold, that was the price of opening the gates of hell.

If you want to take the creature from hell, you have to pay a terrible price.

The summoning he is doing is derived from the forbidden black magic of ancient wizards, with the blood of the Artemis family, to summon animals from hell.

Creatures that don't belong here.

Dementors, for example—those demons from hell that suck joy and hope—also come from this forbidden black magic.

The process of summoning was very dangerous, and all Newt's energy was devoted to hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, and finish it before that crazy man killed someone.

Constantly tearing, twisting, overlapping, and tearing again, Newt finally found the hell creature he wanted to take away at the cost of shattering his whole body into pieces. It only takes one minute, give him another minute!

It was only then that Theseus Scamander noticed Newt, who was almost translucent. He turned his head expressionlessly, aiming at Mike Artemis with a series of damaging spells.

"For Merlin's sake, you should really thank me for being an Auror. Only Merlin knows. How much I want to give you an Avada now!"

"For what?" Mike Artemis pulled a smirk, "Your arrogant brother, or your stupid mother? Ah, you probably don't know yet, your mother was lured to the Artemis jungle by me— —I gave her the wrong misleading, she thought I was there, and rushed over overnight, haha, the stupid descendant of Artemis, even tried to kill me," the tall wizard laughed again, "It's ridiculous, Ah When did Themis, a crazily slaughtering family, have such a high level of awareness?"

"The dementors summoned from hell, ordinary spells are useless, they can only die from the relics of Merlin, or the more powerful monsters from hell." Theseus ignored the provocation of this crazy man, with a blank face He said to the crowd with a straight face.

Big Lestrange's hair turned white quickly, and along with the low curses, in the exclamation of the Lestrange couple, Big Lestrange's life signs declined rapidly, and his face showed signs of decay , but Big Lestrange didn't care about it at all, and just recited the spell.

The fire snake grew bigger and bigger, and the flame gradually changed from bright red to dark red to brown, and finally rose from the ground, forming a huge and mighty black three-headed hellhound.

The black Fiercefire is the real hellfire.

The guards of hell stared in all directions, and the black flames completely enveloped the dementors.

Mike Artemis let out a strange laugh: "Tsk, I haven't been back for 100 years. How did the wizarding world become so noble? Sacrifice yourself to save others? Tsk tsk tsk, one or two are very powerful."

The dementors came overwhelmingly again, and with it, there was also the lingering despair and helplessness that lingered in my heart for a long time.

No one will come to your rescue.

give up.

"Give up," Mike Artemis laughed hootingly, his voice was full of bewitchment, and accompanied by the powerlessness brought by the dementors, it overwhelmingly extinguished the fire of hope in everyone's hearts. A piece of ashes remained, no longer struggling, fragmented.

The massacre 100 years ago is happening again today.

The dementors surrounded the comatose wizards, laughing hoo hoo, and the monsters exuding the breath of blood gathered together to enjoy the spoils promised to them.

The wizards have completely lost the ability to resist.

Mike Artemis paced up to Newt.

"There's one more thing here, unfortunately, you are neither human nor ghost, even Avada can't solve you, tsk tsk. Forget it, you won't live long anyway."

After a while, half of the wizards fell into a desperate dream created by the dementors. The dementors pressed their jaws on the wizard's mouth and began to suck their souls.

As short as 1 minute, as long as a century.

When the system's voice finally came to his ears, Newt's heart was relieved. He knew that the contract of the summoning spell had come into force.

"[Day] Enma becomes your shikigami."

"[Day] Please name the ssr-level shikigami Enma."

"Leife." Newt was a little irritable, the situation outside was very bad, the dementors had won an overwhelming victory, so he didn't have the time to think about names.

"[Japan] ssr-level Shikigami Yan Mo refuses to accept your name."

"[Day] Please rename the ssr-level shikigami Enma."

"Call her whatever she likes, call her whatever she wants, hurry up and let her go out to deal with the dementors!" Newt shouted very violently in his heart.

"[Day] ssr-level shikigami Yan Mo named himself 'My Lady Queen', and you agreed by default."