The days of hanging out at Hogwarts

A Brooklyn neighborhood shrouded in thick fog.

Aurors from the Magical Congress of the United States of America are scattered throughout the district, guarding the sewer exits where the sewage water is constantly flowing out and the werewolf inferi are emerging. They have lost count of how many werewolf inferi they have taken in. They only feel that these ghosts are so densely packed that they seem to be endless. Endless.

The firepower network woven by various magical beams became gradually thinner due to the dispersion of the number of people, and the Auror's movements were no longer so fast due to the continuous casting of spells. Their encirclement was getting wider and wider, and the time to deal with each wave of werewolf inferi was also increasing. gradually increase.

There were large drops of water on the faces of the Aurors. It was hard to tell whether it was caused by thick fog, dirty water splashed on their faces, or... sweat from exhaustion.

The wellhead of a main pipeline in South Brooklyn.

Mike, a black man from the temporary operations team, stared intently at the sewer manhole ahead, holding his wand straight forward, brewing a binding spell that he repeated dozens of times.

Mike, who had just graduated from Ilvermorny for a year, clearly remembered that the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor once said that flames should be used to deal with such dark magic ghosts. However, the flames were too conspicuous in the thick fog, so as not to attract No-Majs. Without attention, they can only use ordinary magic spells.

To deal with these lifeless Inferi, the effects of the Stunning Spell and the Repel Spell are not obvious, only the Binding Spell is most suitable.

"You can't let the werewolf get close to you, and you can't let the ghost get out..." Mike muttered silently in his mind. He had no extra energy to think about other things, so he could only keep repeating the captain's orders to prevent himself from falling down from exhaustion.

Seeing a werewolf inferi luckily escaping the fire and approaching a colleague in the inner circle of the encirclement, Mike quickly waved a magic spell: "[Everyone is petrified]"

The colleague glanced at him gratefully, but before he had time to say anything, a water column spurted out of the well mouth, followed by a large number of werewolf inferi crawling out of the ground.

"alert!"

"alert!"

The captain in charge of this well shouted loudly: "Cast spells with all your strength and kill these ghosts!"

For a time, the gray-white binding spells almost cleared the thick fog, but the Inferi were layer upon layer, and many binding spells repeatedly hit the Inferi in the front row, causing a large number of Inferi to squeeze out and move towards the inner circle. The fellow Aurors kept getting closer.

"Cast the spell! Do it again!"

The Auror captain stretched out his wand and pointed it at an inferi in front of him: "[Strong repel]"

boom--

The restrained light green enhanced repelling spell shot out, knocking away a large group of Inferi in front of him, clearing a buffer area. Before several temporary action members assigned here could breathe a sigh of relief, the hanging My heart lifted again——

The wellhead erupted again.

More werewolf inferi than last time poured out densely. When I looked up, I saw black heads and hands everywhere, pale and sharp teeth and claws showing off the cold air, and the dirt in the sewage turned the floor into a mess. The Inferi lay on the ground, clinging to the slippery floor with their withered limbs and crawling forward. Their hollow, foggy eyes stared at the Aurors, with cruel sneers on their sunken faces.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[Powerful repel]"

"..."

After several rounds of dense magic, a large number of Inferi staggered and fell to the ground. However, the Inferi behind them stepped on them and squeezed these corpses forward.

Several assigned members of the temporary operation kept retreating, staring directly at the wolf-shaped corpse.

At this moment, a series of heavy footsteps sounded, and a group of homeless people in tattered clothes splashed stinking water into the water and charged towards the Inferi, knocking over a large area of ​​the slow-moving Inferi.

They are probably not very good at magic, or in other words, their strong and agile figures are more effective than magic.

Without fear of being infected by werewolf disease, a large number of Inferi were quickly defeated. The captain also took the opportunity to contain the controlled Inferi into a suitcase.

…

Inside the underground pipes in Brooklyn.

The black sewage blocked all sight, and there was only the rumbling sound of water echoing in my ears.

Dozens of people wrapped in bubble spells were running underwater, and the leader was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange!

There are countless werewolf inferi floating at the bottom of the water, but the inferi seem to be unable to feel the presence of these people. Even if they pass by them, the inferi do not react in a daze.

Bellatrix wandered along the current and came under the mouth of a main pipe, waving her hand to signal the man behind.

It was a man with a fierce face and a majestic body. He was wearing a large robe. The outline of bulging muscles could be seen through the clothes. His face was covered with hair. It was unclear whether it was a beard or hair, like some kind of animal fur. Same. The eyes are small and wolf-like.

Fenrir Greyback twisted his neck, a cruel smile on his face.

Everyone wandered to the bottom of the pipe mouth and waved their wands at the same time. A dozen turbulent undercurrents gathered the floating Inferi around them and swept them straight upwards.

…

Brooklyn, the sewer mouth where werewolf inferi first emerged.

Jimmy leaned against Lupine, an unlit cigarette half dangling from his mouth, enjoying the moment of peace between battles.

He watched as the Auror captain in charge of the well opened his suitcase, summoned a whirlwind to pick up the incapacitated werewolf inferi, and sent them one by one into the magical extended space.

"To be honest, when I worked in a pet store, those people also transported pets like this..."

Jimmy took a deep breath and pretended to smoke, but what filled his chest was the rancid smell of underground sewage. He quickly stopped inhaling, his face turned red from holding back, but he still choked. I couldn't help but cough violently.

Lu Ping smiled and patted him on the back casually: "You are like this, why do you still imitate others' smoking?"

Jimmy muttered softly: "The air here smells too bad..."

Most of the other Aurors and werewolves were taking the time to rest and recover their strength. The liaison officer who had just returned to the headquarters asked them to hold on for a while. Congress officials were already sending signs to the Aurors and wizards from nearby cities and countries, and support was coming. Arriving soon.

In fact, if Congress can pay enough, the fastest support is Gringotts. Those weird treasures of the goblins can always come in handy, but the officials who make the decision are not front-line operators, and even the excluded werewolves Support is coming, but their support has not arrived yet.

The Auror Captain in charge of this operation is also the Director of Magical Security and the Director of the Legal Enforcement Department. The temporary person in charge of this multi-faceted job looked a bit ugly.

He noticed that the frequency and speed of spell casting by his colleagues had dropped significantly, and the well-meaning werewolves who were supporting him were about to run out of strength, and their movements became weaker and slower.

It won't be long before they don't have the physical strength to stop these damn Inferi!

boom!

The water column gushes out from the well mouth again.

…

At the corner of the alleyway, Loren and Hermione poked their heads out from the inside of the wall and observed the Aurors and werewolves who were resisting for a while.

They noticed that the werewolves fighting hand to hand with the Inferi were already bleeding. Faced with sharp teeth and claws, they had no protection, so it was inevitable that their skin would be scratched. The bright red blood dripped into the sewage and was quickly swallowed up by the black... If it were an ordinary person, by the time he was scratched by the fangs and claws, he would have been infected with werewolf disease.

Fortunately, there is no blood in the Yin corpse, and Lu Ping and others are not in a state of transformation, otherwise the sewage dripping into their blood will also become a route of infection.

The two of them retracted their heads, and Hermione was pacing back and forth anxiously: "Where is the remaining support, where is Professor Dumbledore? If we don't do something, this place will be lost!"

"Actually, MACUSA has dispatched enough manpower, but multiple wells dispersed them, plus they can't release overly famous spells..." Loren shook his head, "We can only watch Woolworth. What else can the building do?"

"..."

Hermione's lips pursed into a straight line, and her right hand rubbed her wand nervously.

…

The sun shines on the torch held high by the Statue of Liberty, making the bronze statue shine.

"The Werewolf Inferi is just my attempt. In the future, I also want to try the Giant Inferi, the Giant Inferi..."

Voldemort restrained his malicious eyes, smiled as if nothing happened, and said: "Perhaps Acromantulas, unicorns, centaurs are also good choices... and mermaids, the Black Lake of Hogwarts has Rich experimental materials, what do you think, Professor Dumbledore?"

A slight sullenness appeared on Dumbledore's face, but his voice remained unhurried: "Desecrating the corpse is just to cover up your fear. Manipulating the Inferi may give you the illusion of defeating death, Voldemort, but the more you do this, the more people can See your fear of death and darkness.”

Voldemort seemed to have heard some joke and couldn't help but raise his head and laugh for a while.

"It's ridiculous that I'm scared?" Voldemort mocked, "I really want to see the expressions of those people in the thick fog to see if they are as optimistic as you, or in other words, stupid!"

Dumbledore looked at the thick fog shrouding Brooklyn, at the bright sunshine above his head, and at the Woolworth Building from a distance. Suddenly he felt a little bored and asked: "The book I gave you Have you seen it?"

"Of course not. From the book title to the cover page, every word exudes a disgusting didactic smell!"

Voldemort noticed his gaze and probably guessed his intention to take action. He sneered and asked: "Do you want to have a wizard duel with me on top of the world-famous Statue of Liberty? There is no thick fog here, Dumbledore." profitable……"

"What a pity. I heard that you applied for a professorship. Those two books are very helpful for new professors to establish correct educational concepts..."

Dumbledore said, pulling out a simple-looking wand from his robe, and looked at the sparkling water under the statue of the goddess: "If you ask me, maybe I can end the battle as soon as possible, before people notice this...or Cover it up with fire and mirage afterwards.”

While he was speaking, Voldemort also took out his wand, his expression gradually becoming serious.

The battle broke out instantly, without chanting a spell, as two dazzlingly bright magical powers like plasma collided together.

The dark green magic power emitted by Voldemort carries a strong aura of death, which is dark and strange.

The crimson magic power emitted by Dumbledore surged violently with the heat that burned everything.

The dull sound of collision continued, and the splashing turbulence hit the light green oxidized copper on the surface of the Statue of Liberty. The brittle patina instantly broke and fell, revealing the metallic copper color inside the statue.

The scene of magic collision did not last long, and the situation was tilted towards Dumbledore.

After all, Wormtail's body could only temporarily carry the soul, and the magic power in his body was not very deep. Even if Voldemort tried his best to mobilize it, he could not withstand the old wizard's turbulent offensive.

Before the magic came, a gray mist-like ghost rushed towards the west and quickly disappeared from sight.

In the end, the crimson magic power swallowed up Wormtail's body, and the raging flames instantly rose, and the surface of the body was quickly carbonized. He fell off the torch stand that symbolized freedom before he could even let out a scream.

When the burning flame fell on the base of the statue, it had turned into pitch-black powder. When the wind blew, it scattered in all directions, leaving nothing behind.

The battle lasted less than half a minute from start to finish.

…

At the corner of the alleyway, Loren and Hermione hid out of sight of the Aurors, watching the anxious battle ahead from a distance.

Even though it is the pipe mouth closest to the accident gate, the frequency of water jets erupting here is still too high, so that the werewolf inferi in the front row who were petrified by the restraint spell had no time to contain it. A clever werewolf named John Moon came out. With this idea, they piled the inferi that were too late to contain them into a wall of corpses, blocking the werewolf inferi behind them from moving forward.

The sewage can flow and drain from the gaps between the inferi, but the werewolf inferi emerging from behind can only step over them and move forward slowly on their petrified and stiff limbs.

Despite this, their defenses were still falling bit by bit, and many Aurors were exhausted. They struggled to raise their hands to wave their wands, and it often took several breaths to recite a complete spell.

The binding spell released has little effect on the thick-furred werewolf inferi, and can only slightly hinder their movements.

The Auror Captain had not cast a powerful spell for a long time. He was accumulating his last strength and planned to use Apparition to lead his fallen colleagues to retreat from the battlefield.

Bang, bang...

The sound of flesh and corpses colliding penetrated the dense fog and spread to the surroundings. The sound was low and weak, but it continued to reach Loren's ears tenaciously and echoed in his mind.

If this continues, it won't be long before it falls.

Loren calmed down and slowed down his breathing, twirling the wand between his thumb and index finger, and the surging magic power flowed through his body.

With the magic stone, he doesn't have to worry about magic power, but a single binding spell can't keep up with the speed of the inferi. Range-type magic is best, but magic that moves too much may risk exposure.

The transformation spell should be able to delay it for a while, but there were also a steady stream of Inferi pouring out of other pipe openings, so he couldn't apply the transformation spell to all Brooklyn's defenses at the same time.

Hermione had already taken out her wand and stepped forward.

Loren twisted his fingers on the wand, and suddenly remembered something. He reached out and took out the Deluminator and popped open the metal top cover.

Among the many starry light sources, two light clusters are the brightest.

One of them shone a stiff, cool gray.