Chapter 862

"You-Know-Who makes me sick, it's okay to kill so many innocent Muggles, even children." Sirius' pale cheeks trembled with anger, and a vein on his forehead swelled out, connecting his temples on his face All the tendons in his body were twitching, and his whole body was as stiff as a rock.

Sirius had personally experienced those dark years, and knew that the mysterious man and the Death Eaters killed innocent people indiscriminately, and even some of his cousins ​​were involved in it, but the densely packed Muggle corpses in front of him refreshed his original cognition. The number of Muggles crowded and surrounded them was almost innumerable. Originally, Sirius didn't care too much about the safety of ordinary Muggles. When he saw reports of disappearance or murder, he didn't have any intuitive feeling. Thinking those were meaningless numbers, seeing so many innocent Muggles die now made his scalp tingle. The You-Know-Who was far more ruthless, reckless, and indiscriminately killing innocents than he knew.

Hermione was trembling all over, but it wasn't because of fear. Seeing such a huge number of Muggle corpses, she couldn't help but press her lips tightly together at this moment, infinite sadness spread in her heart, and her fingers pinched into the palm of her hand. , leaving crescent-shaped fingerprints.

How pitiful these Muggles are, their lives are left to be killed and plundered by others. How sad it is for their families to find them. Behind every Muggle may be a broken family, and every Muggle may be affected. How much sadness and despair this will bring to the world.

"In the eyes of the mysterious man, the life of Muggles is so humble. He used a high-handed posture to wantonly deprive innocent Muggles of their fragile lives, and they have no room to resist." She lowered her head and wiped the corners of her eyes. Hermione brushed away the front of her eyes With a trembling voice, she mourned silently in her heart for these Muggles who could not be peaceful even if they passed away.

Hearing what Hermione and Sirius said, Kreacher's fleshy, almost pig-like nose lifted upwards, the brows flicked upwards, and the eyeballs rolled slightly to the corners of their orbits, showing contempt and disdain on his face , what's the fuss about prodigals and mudbloods, it's the honor of these lowly and dirty Muggles to serve great wizards - only to realize that their good master, Master Regulus, was also captured by these lowly things After being pulled into the water and turned into a corpse, Kreacher's eyes lingered on those pale faces, and the brave Master Regulus had to take him home.

Allen raised his chin, his expressionless face looked indifferent, and the eyes he looked at those Muggle corpses did not have much emotional fluctuations, as if he was completely unmoved, but under the robe, his hand was on the staff In fact, he killed many more people in 1066 than the mysterious man in front of him, but the victims at that time were all adult males, not to mention warrior invaders, and in the process He even turned his head to shift his gaze in a self-deceiving manner, but he didn't pay much attention to how the other party's soul died and was absorbed. Seeing the bodies of so many innocent Muggle victims left in the world at such a close distance actually made him His inner peace was disturbed, and he felt ashamed—so he averted his gaze again, like a non-vegetarian veteran animal lover would behave when eating meat.

"They surrounded us..." Sirius leaned against the stone basin. As an adult wizard and an elite of the Order of the Phoenix, he took the lead in clenching the wand in his hand, but his palm was full of fine beads of sweat—— Not to mention that it is difficult to deal with, the number of so many ghosts is far beyond his original imagination. These ghosts are constantly climbing ashore. Gotta find the remains of his brother.

The impatient Sirius gritted his teeth and raised his wand to attack, but after glancing at Alan who had no reaction, he finally calmed down once this time, and growled at him: "No matter what you plan to do, you'd better hurry up!" Some."

As if hearing a signal, the death knights brought by Allen acted before Allen answered. Lynch strode forward, and all the death knights followed suit and walked towards the corpse facing him.

The black metal armor collided and rubbed, and the steps were uniform, full of oppression, and the orderly footsteps suppressed the noise of the corpses.

The death knights wore Viking half-covered butterfly masks made of metal. The exposed mouth of the mask issued an unknown cry. They used the inherent ability to attract low-level undead after becoming death knights. The creature's ability to serve as a servant made the out-of-control ghouls obedient again—it's just that the ghouls rushed over like a tide, and there were too many of them. The death knight's recruiting orders hadn't had time for some of the ghouls who were already approaching. As a result, the corpses stretched out their withered hands, trying to jump over them and attack the wizards who were living people.

The burly death knights began to be surrounded by a terrifying aura that symbolized death. They did not use the enchanted gold weapons they carried with them, but spread their arms and leaned against them with their covered giant palms. Brute force pushed these yin corpses away, but the yin corpses that were pushed back were quickly pushed back by a large wave of yin corpses, just like the tide pushing and retreating repeatedly on the beach—but with More and more yin corpses were controlled by the death knights. These controlled yin corpses turned around and pushed their original companions back into the wave of yin corpses.

The controlled ghouls protected the death knights layer by layer. At the beginning, these death knights needed to push themselves, but later they no longer needed to do anything, just command the controlled ghouls, so They are getting easier and easier to control. In this repeated pushing and shoving, the death knights controlled the rhythm in an orderly manner, and successfully stopped the infernal corpses that had opened their teeth and claws, and put down their cold, fleshless arms. Cheek turned to the death knights as if beckoning, vacant and foggy eyes watched them.

Seeing that the scene was completely controlled sooner or later, this made Sirius take back the wand that was only held by him, and he muttered: "Well, I have to say that sometimes necromantic magic is quite useful... you guys The men are very useful."

"Magic itself is not good or bad, only people are good or bad." Hermione's views on magic have long been influenced by Allen, "You use black magic to do good things and you do good things, but you use the Patronus If you curse to do bad things, you are still doing bad things, and there will be no change due to the nature of magic itself, just pay attention to your will and don't let them affect your brain."

"Lynch, you did a good job..." Allen was satisfied that his subordinates did not embarrass him, and Sirius also developed a sense of this kind of magic. He touched his smooth chin, "Let the redundant corpses go first." Good team, you take down the rest."

"I order you! Arrange neatly!" Lynch waved his huge fist and shouted at the Yin corpse behind him who could no longer participate in the front line.

As soon as the word "I" came out, his rustic Viking accent made his English sound like a strong dialect, which completely destroyed the previous majestic momentum, but following Lynch's order, the death knights The sound of the call sign changed, becoming more forceful and rhythmic.

At the beginning, they rushed to the front, and now they turned to become the last. The stiff bodies of the corpses are like puppets being manipulated, and they walk towards the wizards in the center of the platform step by step. One after another, they approach from three directions, and gradually gather together and arrange them neatly. into teams.

But Allen wanted to continue to praise a few words, but was choked in his throat by the accent of his subordinates. He coughed lightly and ordered directly: "You should focus on speaking practice when you go back..."

"Medium!" A death knight with a carefully braided beard on the chin responded loudly—and then was kicked by Lynch who pushed away the corpse from the other side and ran, and the iron boots collided with the death knight There was a muffled sound on his armor, and the death knight staggered and almost fell.

"You idiot, I told you to stop talking, let me tell you!" Lynch, who has the strongest language talent and is the fastest learner of modern communication languages ​​among the death knights, knows that the accent problems of his neighbors are worse than his own. It was much more serious, and he also realized that this would make the master unhappy, so he had told them not to speak, but he didn't expect that this guy's brain would not work well after being hit by a hammer, and he didn't get much improvement after life. His confession was forgotten.

The contrast caused by this strong image and voice, as well as the funny expression on Allen's face at the moment, made Hermione, who had been suppressing her emotions, couldn't help but burst into a short laugh—although she felt that she really shouldn't laugh The accents of others began to bite their tongues and tried to hold back, but as ancient people, their accents sounded too rustic to modern British...

"Master, I will teach them!" Lynch knew that the accents of these death knights still retained the rustic style of the era thousands of years ago, seeing Alan's half-smile, he quickly expressed his opinion.

"You go on first...Sirius, Hermione, let's take a look at the pendant first..." Alan's pale face was also a little red, and his hand brushed over the stone basin, and the remaining sporadic things in the stone basin All the venom disappeared, and he immediately picked up the gold locket in the stone basin.