Chapter 1478 ? Good Afternoon

Chapter 1471 good afternoon

Yellowstone Park in the Rocky Mountains is called the Bridal Veil Falls. The chairman of the Magical Congress of America, Picquery, looked in the direction of Ilvermorny from a distance, listening to the Auror report about the professors who stayed in Ilvermorny. Accept the description of the situation.

"After violent conflicts broke out with Aurors in the United Kingdom, those Pukechi who wanted to resist shooting Aurors with bows and arrows were arrested...At the same time, those students who rose up and resisted were suppressed..." The Auror in charge of the report The tone became more and more serious, "The final result is: from now on, Pukeqi was magnanimously forgiven by that Owen, and because of the tradition of the academy, he can continue to live in Ilvermorny, but...they can't control it. It is allowed to hold weapons anymore, and it is no longer the guard of Ilvermorny; but the students who participated in the rebellion, in addition to being punished at the end of the confinement period, their use of wands was further restricted compared to ours, and now they are in The school is only allowed to use the wands issued to them before the class starts, and once the get out of class is over, they have to be confiscated..."

After a brief silence, hateful cursing broke out. Most of these wizards in the Rocky Mountains graduated from Ilvermorny, and they have deep feelings for this magic school.

Originally, many people were dissatisfied with Congress’s act of handing over to the enemy country without defense. Now they hear that Ilvermorny is under the control of others at this time, the tradition is changed, and the students have to bear such humiliation , the heart is even more angry, and the eyes of some emotional wizards are flushed.

"This is a conspiracy of Floating City, and the other schools they control do not have such restrictions!"

"This will make our students fall further behind in spellcasting!"

"Assemble the armed forces and take back Ilvermorny."

Under the excitement of the crowd, some reckless men shouted in a hoarse voice, and there were a few scattered voices of agreement, but more people stopped yelling and cursing, and chose to remain silent—— Anger is one thing, of course. However, more people were brought back to reality by this sentence, and faced up to the gap in force between their own side and the United Kingdom.

Most of the American wizards in the Rocky Mountains understand that it is meaningless to sacrifice their vitality to take back a magic school that is impossible to hold, so forced rationality makes more people choose to swallow their anger and continue to follow the original arrangement act.

In the end, Chairman Picquery waited for the crowd to vent their curses for a while, and then arranged for them to go their own way. Then, with some headaches, he walked back to his temporary temporary mud that was dug out with the magic of fossil mud and reinforced with fossil mud. in the office.

He sat down on the stone chair dejectedly, kneading his forehead with both hands, in this space that only belonged to him, he could no longer hide his exhaustion and depression.

"Sir, good afternoon." The hoarse, depressing and slow voice of an old man suddenly sounded as if something was choked in his throat, as if it could frighten living beings.

Piqueli sat up straight, and quickly pulled out the wand he was carrying with him—but then the sudden coercion hit him like a raging tide, and the wand fell to the ground and rolled out,

Picquery was also pushed back to the seat by this force, the blood flow in his whole body was squeezed, his head was dizzy, his whole body was tense and he couldn't control his body, his hanging arms and fingertips trembled constantly under the tremendous pressure.

"Ah...sorry...I sometimes forget how to get along with mortals." The old male voice was a little indifferent, and the hand stretched out from under the brand new black cloak pointed to Picquery.

The coercion came and went quickly, but it was enough to make Picquery, the chairman of the US Congress, sweat on his back and forehead. He gripped the arm of the chair tightly to regain a little control over his body, and sat up straight. stiff body.

It was only then that Piqueli realized that there were several people in his room, and he didn't notice their existence at all before the other party spoke after he came in—he didn't hear the slightest apology from the other party's tone.

The old wizard who just spoke was leaning on a cane in the shape of a viper in his hand, and the brand-new black magic cloak on his body had a faint flow of magic energy, which looked low-key and luxurious, but this cloak looked like the old-fashioned one he was wearing inside. The Greek style of clothing is very incongruous.

The old warlock had the features of a fighting ram—a pair of impressively large yellow eyes set against unnaturally pale bone-white skin, and a very straight nose. It's just the way his lips are tightly closed and the nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose make him look very stern and unapproachable.

But Picquery hadn't had the time to inquire and look more, and felt that the coercion from the old wizard that had completely suppressed him had completely subsided, as if the overlapping pressures were gradually being lifted away, but in addition A feeling that had been neglected by him due to the powerful coercion became clearer—Picquery felt as if all the happiness in him had been sucked away, and he was full of sadness and despair, but he was sure that this feeling was not because of My own fear is more like the dementors I have faced before, because even though I try my best to recall happy things, my heart still feels the uncontrollable despair gushing out.

It was only then that Piqueli noticed that this feeling was brought to him by the attendants behind the old wizard who had failed to attract his attention. The body suddenly fell back, and he wanted to stand up in a panic to reach the wand he dropped earlier.

The two people behind the old wizard, by their appearance, Picquery, who is the chairman of the magic, immediately recognized each other's identities - the famous wanted Death Eaters Bellatrix Lestrange and Rudolphus Lestrange.

It's just that the complexions of the two black wizard couples are as gray as the drowned, and their eyes are glowing red. It seems that there is no breath of living people on the body that brought the chill to the surroundings.

And at this time, after Picquery glanced at the wizard who was beginning to feel present in front of him for a few times, his pupils shrank and his body turned cold. This humanoid object could no longer be called a wizard.

This undead creature was as skinny as a mummy, and his shriveled body was covered with the seven kinds of dark green magic robe that he had worn before, but was now in tatters. The fake eye with broken glass stuck in the eye socket and the decayed fake hand like a mummy still remain the same, the rest of the place has shriveled and shriveled, with withered muscles tightly attached to the exposed bones.

And what made Picquery really recognize the identity of the other party was the very inconspicuous slender nasal bone on the somewhat corrupt cheeks, which looked like there was no nose.

This lifeless monster seemed to have noticed the gaze of the chairman of the Magical Congress of America. The crimson pupil shone with an evil light in the hollow eye socket, and he showed an expression that might be regarded as a smile—because it made him look Going up just became more ferocious.

"My lord will solve your plight and give me a chance to take revenge..."

The monster hissed like a snake, his exposed teeth were studded with all kinds of soul gems, and the soul projections of some innocent people who were imprisoned were vaguely trying to get out of these things. Get out of the gem.