Chapter 1298

Big Ben is still the same Big Ben. From the horseshoe kicking in the past to the car whistle whistling now, it has been silently comprehending the passage of time by the Thames River.

And the square not far from it is still such an inconspicuous square. Apart from the outstanding name of "Congress Square Garden", it is just a broken lawn with nothing, and even several pieces of gray-brown soil have been exposed on the edge.

It has to be said that as a square located on a major traffic thoroughfare, there are still a lot of vehicles and pedestrians coming and going here. But obviously, those citizens who passed by here grew up, and I'm afraid they didn't even have the interest to look at it once.

Yes, let alone, in this foggy and perilous dawn.

So ever since Hai Erbo disappeared from here with his group of pathetic "apprentices", this square has finally become completely quiet, as if even the sound of chaotic battles in the distance around him didn't bother to come here.

However, just as no one has come to pay attention to this small square...or in other words, no one dares to approach this small square at dawn; the first ray of sunlight in the east is struggling through the gray fog, hazy As the nightmarish city dimly lights up...

The center of the barren square suddenly appeared somewhat distorted.

And the next moment, silently, that twist expanded in an instant, covering most of the lawn in the small square.

After the distorted space regained its calm, there were more than 20 figures on the grass.

"Sin...needs more sin."

The almost unanimous whispers seemed to come from hell, gloomy, cold, indifferent, without any emotion. If Maca saw this scene, he might be more touched than others.

But unfortunately, apart from the group of figures in the square in front of me, there is no one around here—as for whether these guys can still be called "people", I'm afraid it's hard to say.

And just after a pause of a few seconds, the figures in the square immediately started to move one after another, scattered like birds and beasts without a sound, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

"Humph……"

Suddenly, there was another cold hum in the middle of the empty square, and no one knew where it came from.

"In order to gather enough searchers to release them all at once, a lot of time has been wasted... So, hurry up, hurry up... let the ceremony enter the final stage!"

There is no doubt that,

That was Haierbo's voice, under the seemingly calm whisper, the most unscrupulous paranoia, conceit and madness were hidden.

"I really... can't wait."

...

"Black! Sirius Black—there's a change!"

It was still the largest battlefield in London, Sirius and several other teams were cooperating with the fire dragon Nobeta, launching a strong attack against the wave after wave of mad wizards ahead.

It must be admitted that the advantage that a fire dragon brings to them is undoubtedly huge.

With the fire dragon's magic resistance almost second only to giants, and its unusually flexible flying ability, the impact on the ground is obviously very effective.

And coupled with the fact that those lunatics are just crazy, but not as intelligent as those black-eyed wizards, the situation here has suddenly changed from "gradually balanced" to "largely tilted" towards them. .

Barlow, who had been helping the crowd of mad wizards all the time, had actually begun to think that this battlefield was about to see its end.

But who knew that at this moment, a loud shout from the edge of the battlefield immediately aroused the attention of many people—of course, not to mention Sirius who was being called by the Federation support wizard.

"Mr. Stewart, please take my place here, and I'll go and see what's wrong."

Although this moment must be a very important time point, after all, the battlefield is about to be completely swept and cleaned up, and even a group of "captives" are more or less detained.

However, Sirius couldn't ignore the wizard behind him at this moment—in fact, he had already seen that man staggered and fell to the ground after shouting a few times, and seemed to be waiting for a while. Couldn't get back up either.

"I see, you go! You can rest assured that there are obviously no more accidents here."

"Well, thank you."

After nodding his thanks to Barlow, Sirius turned around and ran to the rear of the battlefield.

"Let me go, let me go!"

When he came to the edge of the battlefield, there were already many people around the wizard who shouted and ran over just now, and it seemed that there was also a healer brought by the Federation support team.

After everyone found out that Sirius was coming, they immediately made way for him so that he could get to the wizard as soon as possible.

Even, at this moment, there are actually some people in the crowd who are telling him to go faster.

When Sirius saw this, he had a bad premonition at that time.

Sure enough, I didn't see clearly from the distance just now. It wasn't until he saw it at a close distance that he realized that the clothes of the male wizard lying on the ground with difficulty breathing had been soaked in blood, and the original black wizard robe had been dyed a muddy and terrifying dark red!

Beside the wizard who was obviously seriously injured, a therapist was examining his injuries.

"how's it going?"

Sirius squatted down on the side, and immediately asked a question first.

"Not optimistic... No, it should be said that it is very pessimistic." The outstanding therapist of the Federation frowned and said, "While he is still conscious at the moment, ask any questions as soon as possible, and he fell into a coma in a while. Maybe just—"

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning he wanted to express was already obvious. If the wizard in front of him was seriously injured and passed out, there was a high possibility that he would never wake up again.

But even so, the movements of his hands didn't stop. With a wave of his wand, he completely tore apart the clothes between the opponent's chest and abdomen, revealing a horrific injury.

"Penetrating wounds... and the Crushing Curse, to be able to persist in running here is already the result of using potions."

While the therapist was speaking, Sirius just subconsciously glanced at the huge wound, and then bent down to get close to the wizard's head.

"Hey, can you still hear me?"

Maybe it was because the shout when he ran over just now had consumed most of his strength, or because the effect of the potion he used to hang his life was disappearing, this wizard was already exhaling more energy than inhaling. up.

The shortness of breath and increasingly obvious muscle twitches made him look as if he might swallow his last breath at any moment.

"Bro, can you hear what I'm saying?"

Seeing that he didn't seem to respond, Sirius could only repeat it again. But this time, the other party finally moved his eyes, and a pair of slightly dilated pupils looked at him absentmindedly.

"I... can't see anymore... I, am I going to... die?"

"No, it won't," Sirius said loudly so that the other party could hear clearly, "I was also seriously injured! You should know that I was framed by that damn Peter Pettigrew, who almost Blow up half the street—"

"Don't lie to me, I just want to make sure... I know my injury." Hearing this, the other party couldn't help but said with difficulty, "Forget it. Black, use Legilimency... Legilimency... That's faster, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on... I won't be able to finish talking."

Hearing what he said, Sirius also knew that things might be more serious than he imagined.

In fact, even though Sirius was usually the kind of person who was not interested in others, he still knew the identity of this male wizard.

This is the former ace of the Spanish Ministry of Magic's dark wizard striker. He was just absorbed into the anti-dark magic office of the International Federation of Wizards a few years ago. He has excellent combat ability and experience in dealing with dark wizards.

Not to mention, this guy previously brought a supporter wizard team.

But now, the whole team was gone, and he himself was on the verge of death—Sirius wouldn't believe that his team hadn't encountered any terrible crisis.

That's right, even if they ran into two black-eyed wizards at the same time, at least half of them should be able to escape, right? But now, the result can be said to be completely wiped out!

"How long can his mental state withstand Legilimency?" Sirius didn't hesitate any longer. Knowing the urgency of the situation, he immediately turned his head and asked the therapist.

"It's hard to be sure," the therapist shook his head, "but it won't take more than a minute at most."

Hearing this, Sirius nodded his head slightly, then decisively stretched out his wand and pressed it against the forehead of the nearly mortal assailant.

Then, he leaned down again, stared at the other party's slack eyes and said in a low voice:

"Legiliency."

The speed of thinking is extremely fast, not even a minute, not even thirty seconds. Not long after, he straightened his upper body again, and the brows that were already tightly knit together became even tighter.

After he digested the other party's memory fragments in a daze, he let out a light breath with an extremely serious face.

"Many...too many, how could this happen?"

In the twenty seconds just now, what he saw was a massacre that looked like a hunt.

A dozen black-eyed wizards surrounded by an unknown black substance swarmed from all directions, from alleys, intersections, doors and windows... and even on the roof, around the street where the team was located.

In just a few breaths, the sharp black thorns like spears shot towards the team like rain, nailing all the team members including the last elite striker to the road. .

A penetrating wound on its abdomen, apparently resulting from this.