Chapter 392 I Am Wan, and I Am One

Outside London.

A black-robed figure was walking in the dark streets and alleys. He walked with his relaxed steps, and his wand was briskly rotating in his rough and dirty hands.

"Kill."

After coming out of the ghost place in Azkaban, everyone urgently needed a "rehabilitation training".

And the Dark King gave them such a chance.

Soon, a group of bad boys squatting on the street entered his sight. They were squatting under the street lights, gathering in groups, smoky.

"So boring" a boy who looked like a thin monkey muttered: "Brother D is not here, and he doesn't know where to play."

"It seems something happened in his family." Another person said, "Look at the step he went home before. He wouldn't run so anxiously if he didn't have any problems."

"Who knows," the other man muttered.

Then, he raised his eyes and looked at the man paced by.

"Is there anything wrong?" he asked maliciously.

Generally speaking, young people like them who gather in the streets at night are those who passers-by who will avoid.

Now this guy who took the initiative to greet him, dressed in Homeless, is he trying to come to them to ask for a cigarette?

"Young people." The man uncovered his hood, his yellow teeth showed his grim smile.

"Do you want to contribute to a great cause?"

"Get out." The thin monkey-like boy waved his hand disdainfully: "Go aside."

"Heart--"

A scarlet light suddenly shot out and fell on him.

For a moment, screams echoed throughout the street.

The sudden drastic change made the young children's faces look panicked.

"What did you do?" A big boy roared angrily. He didn't understand what was going on, but he knew that a ray of light appeared, and his partner next to him screamed.

The man "weak muggle" approached slowly.

Then he lifted his wand.

He intends to kill all the people in front of him.

“Avada——”

Just as he chanted the spell, two spells suddenly appeared from his left and right.

"Drunk--"

"Destroy your weapon--"

The sudden appearance of two spells caught the Death Eater off guard. His body quickly turned into a black mist and quickly changed his position.

After dodging this round of offensive, he hurriedly looked left and right.

On the left, a woman with purple hair was panting, as if she had just arrived from afar.

And to his right, a lion's head was emerging from the darkness.

"Auror? And who are you?" The Death Eater looked at the lion's head.

However, he did not get the answer.

Just a gust of wind swept across, and the figure of the lion's head suddenly became erratic.

The next moment, he saw that the lion's head suddenly raised his hand.

"cough--"

My neck was strangled.

At the same time, the other hand of the lion head was extremely quick, and directly grabbed his wand, twisted it backwards, snatched it, and then threw it underground and stepped on it.

"Rabastan Lestrang." The joy on the lion's head's face was uncontrollable.

"After Voldemort disappeared, you kidnapped and tortured two Aurors with your brothers Rodolphus Lestritch and Bellatrix Lestritch."

"Cough-Who are you?" Rapastein, who was strangled, kept struggling, but found that the hand on his neck was like steel.

On the other hand, the purple-haired Auror who was rushing to see the scene in front of him was a little confused.

This lion head. He seems to be a member of the mysterious goblin organization that was wanted last year.

This organization has disappeared in the past year. Why did it suddenly appear tonight and even stand opposite the Death Eater?

She doesn't understand.

"You leave here, this guy is already my prey." The lion's head suddenly turned his head and looked at her.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Tonks raised his wand without a trace of slacking off.

"I came for a few Death Eaters," said the Lion Head.

At this moment, an explosion suddenly rose in the distance.

"You should be busy, this Auror lady." The lion's head glanced at the explosion in the distance and looked at Tonks again.

Just as Tonks was doubting, a sound from nowhere far away came in her ears.

After receiving the notice, Tonks glanced at the lion's head with a strange look, and then hurried to the place where the explosion occurred.

After Tonks left, the lion's head looked at the scared young men aside.

No. It should be said that his peers.

never mind

"Go home." He reminded him, then turned to look at Rapastein he was pinching.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

"Cough-Cough-Cough-I don't seem to provoke you-" Rapastein said angrily.

The lion's head had a fierce face.

"You don't have the right to ask, tell me where the Bellatrix couple are!"

"I don't know," he said in fear. "We are all scattered."

The lion's head frowned, and then exerted a lot of force on his hand.

Click—

His neck was suddenly twisted, his limbs relaxed, and his eyes were gone.

Then, the lion's head let go of his hand, looked at the corpse slowly lying on the ground, and took off the mask with trembling hands.

The round, pale face was revealed.

It was Navigh.

"And the Lestrang couple."

He will not stop until he finishes doing this.

He put on his mask again and once again recovered from his ruthlessness and coldness just now.

Disappeared on the street corner

The robe on the snake's head was constantly flying in the street. It grabbed the fire passage outside the wall and hooked the rooftop of the building, allowing it to quickly leap over London and flash.

"Dad. Don't do stupid things"

"Please, before everything can be saved."

"It's good this time, don't take your wizard's self-righteousness towards Muggles."

He was extremely anxious inside, and he only longed for his cunning and smart father not to think that killing a few muggles would be harmless at this time.

Be more cunning and be more fishy.

Suddenly, the gold coins on his waist were hot.

This is a message from Hermione, representing that the person he is looking for is around him.

The next moment, his robe tentacles suddenly stretched out and hung on the upper floors of buildings on both sides of the street.

Then, he tightened violently and ejected himself into the sky.

When the floating curse fell, he entered the state of stagnation and began searching in mid-air.

Found it! !

On the top of the forty-five degrees of building diagonally in front of him, there was a pair of Death Eaters in black robes, who were close together, and he was extremely familiar with the posture.

That was the posture of my parents hugging each other.

The next moment, the snake head, Draco, ejected himself towards it.

But in the blink of an eye, he landed on the roof of that building.

"Who?" Lucius turned his head suddenly and pointed his wand at him.

"Stop." Draco hissed.

"It's you again? The last time we met, it was at the English-Xiang Expo." Lucius looked at the sudden appearance nervously.

"Continue to follow Fu." Draco's words stopped and then gritted his teeth.

"You will never get any good for Voldemort. Go back to Diagon Alley, go to the Triple Championship and see your son, it's better than anything else," he said.

Lucius waved several spells violently, but was defeated by Draco one after another.

For a moment, the two of them fought together on the roof.

This was the second time Draco had confronted his father. The last time they were chasing and the other was running.

And this time, it was a real confrontation.

Flames and lightning kept intertwining between the two, and a spell was shot out. The building opposite might be an explosion, and a single display of the transformation technique might be a murderous intent.

"What task has Voldemort arranged for you? Do it?" Draco asked.

"We want us to kill some muggles." Lucius raised his lips: "We are just very anxious, so it's better to kill you now, and it's better to get a job."

The next moment, a spell flashing with green light began to appear at the tip of Lucius's staff, aiming at Draco.

Meanwhile, behind Lucius, his wife Narcisa also raised her wand.

"Everything petrochemical-"

Lucius was delighted when he heard the spell.

The guy opposite would be petrified by his wife, then be hit hard by his own killing curse, and then die.

However, his thoughts came to an abrupt end in an instant.

He found that he was fixed.

"What does it mean?"

Lucius was a little unacceptable for a moment, and he was very sure that the petrified mantra was recited by his wife.

But how could it fall on yourself?

Then, he saw Nassisa walking past her side, and she was dragging her feet, as if she was feeling a little lost. Her body was trembling, as if something had happened.

What does this mean? !

However, what made Lucius feel absurd was that the snake-headed man opposite also stopped his curse.

"Don't come here!" Draco raised his wand suddenly and warned Narcisa.

"Draco" Narcisa looked at the snakehead man opposite: "You can trust your mother's eyesight. In my eyes, I can recognize every movement and detail of your lifting the wand."

"I" Draco's words suddenly stopped, and his hands holding the wand were trembling.

"I really didn't expect it would be you." Narcisa walked over.

"Go to Azkaban to fight the Death Eaters"

As he said that, a layer of mist was covered in Nassisa's eyes, and she couldn't help but tremble: "How dare you? You Draco."

She said distractedly and walked over unconsciously.

Then, Draco was brought into his arms.

Draco's body was extremely stiff. He had never thought that the disguise he had made would be full of flaws in front of his mother.

After a moment, his body felt as if he was deflated, and he raised his hand and hugged Narcisa.

"Don't worry" Narcisa whispered in Draco's ear.

"If you tell us not to do it, we will stop doing it," she said.

"Mom, you shouldn't recognize me." Draco said worriedly.

"Don't worry." There was some ease in Narcisa's words: "Your mother, I am a master of brain closure."

Draco let go of his hug and looked at his mother in surprise.

"Obviously, mom surprised you too, right?" Narcisa's face held a stiff smile.

"I won't take away this memory." She said affirmatively, putting her hand on Draco's face.

Click—

The mask was gently uncovered, revealing the tender and thin face below.

Seeing this face with her own eyes made Narcisa sobb, then she tried her best to suppress her emotions and covered Draco's face again.

"Whatever you are going to do, remember--must tell me." She finally said, "Draco, don't hide it from your mom, just like you did when you were a kid."

"I understand." Draco nodded seriously.

"Go." Narcisa patted his shoulder: "Draco, go, do your thing!"

As she said, her movements also turned into pushing and shoving until Draco turned around and disappeared into London where the night was intertwined with the thick fog.

It was not until he watched Draco leave that Narcissa turned and looked at Lucius.

He was not deaf, he had heard it clearly.

I also thought of the vague memory I disappeared after the first encounter with Snake Head.

He couldn't help but tremble and gritted his teeth.

"Dear," he said tremblingly, and the petrification curse on his body was lifted at some point.

"You know, we have no choice." His eyes unconsciously looked at the inside of his left arm.

That's where the Dark Magic mark is.

More than ten years ago, why did all the Death Eaters know that the Dark King is not dead, and why Bellatrix was looking for the Dark King's traces in a crazily manner.

Because the Dark Mark never dissipates.

This is a badge, an organization, and a curse!

"Then. Believe it." Narcisa leaned her forehead gently against Lucius's forehead.

“We have no other choice than to believe.”

Then, her wand was gently placed on Lucius' forehead.

Slowly, a memory was pulled out by her.

Time passed slowly, and explosions of all sizes continued to come throughout London.

The streets were turned over, buildings were collapsing, and the strange light kept flashing in the thick fog. Black fog passed through the window, with a demonic howling.

In the distance, crossing mountains and rivers, in the dark night, inside a house.

Voldemort sat in a high position, his thin and dark right hand had become even more haggard than a mummy.

"Master!" Bellatrix pushed open the door and walked into it.

At this moment, Bellatrix's left hand had disappeared, and replaced by a [prosthetic] with silver light and metal texture.

Her sharp and turbid eyes immediately saw Voldemort's right hand.

"Who?! You have just recovered, how could you be injured like this!" She screamed angrily and worriedly, and quickly approached.

"Quiet." Voldemort waved his hand and whispered impatiently.

He raised his dry hand and said, "This is the injury that Potter caused to me."

"Potter? Harry Potter?!" Bellatrix's eyes widened, his face full of madness and anger, wishing to tear the person Voldemort said alive.

However, unlike her, there was no anger in Voldemort's eyes.

He was indeed injured, but the injury on his hand was not the spell cast by Lily Porter.

It was Potter's counterattack against him.

That's all.

He was no longer afraid of the curse on Potter.

That's enough.

Then, he withdrew his gaze: "What's going on with what you asked you to do?"

Upon hearing his inquiry, shame quickly appeared on Bella's face.

"No!" She lowered her head.

"Each of us seems to be under surveillance. Wherever we are, we will run out of the Aurors in the next moment!"

"Kill someone, and then leave, can't you even do this?" Voldemort frowned sinisterly.

"Hum, Master!" Bellatrix hurriedly knelt on the ground: "The whole of London is full of fog, and those fogs are at least half of us who are troubled by it, and we can't even find the exit. In addition, there are other The organization also participated."

"Misty. Dumbledore's usual practice. As for other organizations, Order of the Phoenix? It's just a group of harlequins." Voldemort's expression remained unchanged:

"What else?"

"Maybe. Maybe. Maybe it's because those stupid pigs were sucked by the dementors and they couldn't even swing their wands."

The next moment, Voldemort's hand opened to Bella on the ground.

There seemed to be an inexplicable adsorption force on his hands, but in the blink of an eye, accompanied by the sound of the wind, Bella was uncontrollably strangled by him.

"You are here to excuse them?" he asked.

"No master, I mean someone who can't even wave a magic wand or just--"

After hearing this answer, Voldemort's expression was a little relaxed. He let go of his hand and Bella fell to his feet.

"Master. Do you want it? Let's avoid the edge for the time being?" Bella said, "You have just returned, maybe you don't have to hurry up."

"You don't need to teach me how to do things." Voldemort looked at Bella, stepped on her palm, constantly crushing her to show her power.

"Muen Jones. There is only this opportunity, and I have been waiting there for too long.

Let them kill all those who were brought out of the outer prison. ” Voldemort raised his hand.

"Earlier today, those people we brought out from the outer prison?" Bella looked at Voldemort in surprise.

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

Originally, these people who dared to escape from prison with them could be considered [Preparing Death Eaters].

And tonight is their first battle.

But now it seems

"Did you cherish their lives if you didn't even hit the mark?" Voldemort glanced at Bella.

"No, no." Bella quickly got up from the ground and tapped the black magic mark on her wrist with her magic wand.

Then, an order was sent from here to all the Death Eaters.

London, Dunwich.

Two black-robed figures were walking together in the fog.

"How long will we go?" One of the men looked nervously at the person in front of him and asked intermittently.

He was so scared now that they had been lost in the fog for nearly an hour.

"I don't know." In front of him, a more ruthless man turned his head: "What, are you scared?"

"No, no, not at all." The man responded quickly.

"You'd better not." The person in front looked at the fog around him: "Since you followed us out of Azkaban, there was no way out."

"I know." The man behind quickly responded: "I have done my best to sacrifice my life for the Dark King."

This is really fake in space, but this is his only choice now.

He knew that now that he had escaped from Azkaban and the Aurors would definitely not have a good end when they saw him.

And I have not become a true Death Eater now, and in the eyes of these desperate people, I am not a member of them at all.

My only hope now is to do the tasks arranged by the Dark King in London, create riots and exercise killings.

Only after tonight and completing the mission can he have the opportunity to truly become a Death Eater and have a foothold.

Suddenly, the Death Eater in front of him suddenly covered his heart.

"What. What's wrong?" The man hurriedly walked up, full of worry.

A moment later, the Death Eater in front of him let go of his hand holding his heart.

"What did you say just now?" The Death Eater turned his head.

"I, I just now?" The man was a little nervous and took two steps back.

"I said, I'm ready to sacrifice my life for the Dark Lord," he said again.

"Okay." The Death Eater nodded, "Then offer it."

The next moment, a green light flashed through the fog.

Suddenly - bang!

A man fell heavily in front of him.

"Kill each other?" Black Cat looked at the Death Eater in front of him. The other party was dressed in rags and his body was dirty.

Obviously, he is one of the prison escapees today.

"It's just a mission of the Dark King." The Death Eater pointed at the Black Cat without saying too much, but recited the spell.

“Avada——”

The next moment, the black cat in front of him disappeared.

No, it's not that the black cat disappeared.

But everything in front of me is disappearing.

"I'm dead?"

With such a question in mind, the body of the Death Eater hit the ground heavily.

Harry withdrew his gaze and took out a gold coin with a skull from his robe, feeling the temperature above.

At room temperature, it means there are no traces of Death Eaters around. The closer you are to the Death Eater, the higher the temperature of the gold coins will be.

"Let's take a look at it in a different place."

Thinking of this, Harry flew high into the sky.

Above the sky, outside the fog.

In the sky with the moon and stars, Harry found the figure standing proudly in the sky at a glance.

"Uncle Muen." He flew over quickly.

"How is it?" Mu En turned to look at him.

"I can't kill it all" Harry sighed.

"As expected." Mu En was not surprised: "It's not just the Death Eaters, but the overturned alleys are the villains who take advantage of the situation. The fairies are also ready to move."

"Goddes?" Harry was a little puzzled.

"After all, the Ministry of Magic intervened in Guling Pavilion before, and these guys are not honest little goblins at the mercy of others." Mu En explained casually.

"Is there anything I can do?" Harry asked.

"No more." Mu En shook his head: "All of them are all arranged."

Harry nodded and looked at Mu En's back, feeling a little anxious.

"You are serious." He said, "It's rare to be serious."

"Is there any?" Mu En turned to look at him: "A little bit, or rather, expectation? A confrontation that makes people look forward to is coming!"

"I still don't understand." Harry said in a low voice: "Voldemort summoned a demon through his killing behavior."

As he said that, he couldn't help but shake his head: "Is this really possible? I mean, can the demon have God or something?"

"No, no, that's just a metaphor. You've actually seen the existence he's going to summon."

"I've seen it?!" Harry's eyes widened.

"That's right, after you finish your first grade." Mu En nodded.

Harry quickly fell into thinking, and then he remembered it.

"Avalon?! Island of the Dead, Paradise!" Harry remembered.

Yes, what good things can be summoned by killing?

"The answer is correct." Mu En nodded.

"However, only such a little killing and death is absolutely not enough." He looked down, as if watching a drama: "I think they have other means."

"I see."

Then what to do now is to wait.

The facts are the same as Muen’s idea. There is no doubt that Dumbledore’s strength is. Even if he does not take action directly, it is determined that it is enough to regulate the entire Greater London.

With the death of Death Eaters, gradually, the breath of death began to gather over London.

These people may become the cornerstone of Voldemort's comeback in the future, but now they are all forced to die here.

However, it is still not enough.

However, the next moment, fluorescent light appeared throughout London like twinkling stars.

They began to gather in the sky of Greater London like sand that gathered together without solidity.

"Is this?" Harry looked at these things in confusion.

"Mengsha." Mu En raised his hand, and the blurred dust passed through his fingertips: "It is said that Meilin is the child of the Dream Demon."

"The present world is making hooks for it, and it also takes the initiative to welcome it."

Suddenly, a vibration came, like a heartbeat that was inexplicably ringing in the air.

Dong--

High in the sky, under the moonlight, a huge shadow was outlined by the moonlight.

Dong--

"Here you come!"

In the air, a familiar scene suddenly appeared with the third heartbeat.

It was a small island, full of white ruins and walls, with obvious ancient Greek colors. And in the center of the island, a huge oak tree appears.

"Back back." Mu En raised his hand back and patted Harry on the shoulder.

The next moment, the scene changes.

He has appeared above Big Ben.

Professor Dumbledore and Hermione stood beside them. Dumbledore stood up, looking at the sky with his blue eyes under his glasses tightly.

His gaze passed through the distance of space, along and across - in an instant, locked in the existence on the island.

The existence holding a lyre and standing quietly above the island.

The next moment, Dumbledore's figure disappeared, flashed again, and appeared in the sky.

He and Mu En stood side by side, looking at the figures standing on the island.

"Long time no see." Vivian spoke first: "It's not easy to come here, right?"

"So, what should I call you?" Mu En looked at her with a smile.

"Are you Vivian or Merlin?" Mu En said.

"Don't worry, Mr. Jones." Vivian showed a quiet smile, but nodded at Dumbledore first.

"Hello, Mr. Albus Dumbledore. We had dealt with each other very early."

"Is it the matter between me and Grindelwald back then?" Dumbledore looked at her.

"Yes." She nodded: "It's me the pusher behind it."

As she said that, her eyes fell on the old wand in Dumbledore's hand again.

"How about that wand?" she asked curiously.

"Very good." Dumbledore nodded: "The Three Sacred Artifacts are also related to you, right?"

"Ah, yes." She nodded without hesitation: "How many years have passed, it's a thousand years ago.

Of course, I didn't want to ask you to return them to me, after all, I personally sent them to the real world back then. ”

As she said that, she finally looked at Mu En.

"Let me introduce myself first. Strictly speaking, I am not Vivian, or I should say that I am more than Vivian."

As she said that, her neck and cheeks began to swell, like a bloated skin, and two other faces appeared from above.

“Vivian—from the Nymph Fairy of the Ancient Greeks to the Banshee in the Lake in the Avalon era, and also the one who sealed Merlin Ambroseus.

The despicable Heerbo - the dark wizard of ancient Greek times, the student of Thales, the creator of the Horcrux spell, I think my first work, Mr. Jones, you have seen it in ancient Greece.

Back then, I summoned an unprecedented tsunami that flooded Atlantis, ah, the city under my feet.

It was also later Avalon, and as for the wizards who escaped from the tsunami, they re-created the Athenian Academy in Athens.

Of course, there is also the most important component: Merlin Ambroseus - half-dream demon, the founder of modern and modern magic. ”

"You Trinity?!" Mu En frowned. With the change, the person standing in front of him and Dumbledore at this moment was no longer the quiet fairy.

But an old wizard full of dirty body.

"Trinity?" He showed his yellow teeth, his voice vaguely: "If you say that, you can do it.

But over the years, we have absorbed more than one existence. There are also many powerful wizards incorporated into our thinking.

Unfortunately, they are not united with us, but are annihilated in the uninterrupted storm of our thinking.

So strictly speaking, I am a community of consciousness.

I am ten thousand, and I am one.

If there is a name, I hope you can call me - Him! ”

As he said that, he raised his hand.

"Muen Jones," He said.

Great wizards for thousands of years have taken the initiative to approach, gather and blend, and finally formed [I].

And the reason why I live and wait at the junction of life and death. Just for one purpose!

That is to break this without any change, everything is arranged by [Fate].

In other words, we just want to be detached!

Now, you are our only hope.

As an alien, you are the only [variable] in this constant world.

You bring the possibility of [transcendence].

Come on, blend with us, and from then on, you can gain our strength!

We will also be able to borrow your power to transcend this unchanging world.

You and I can be republic, and you can be detached. ”

His voice resounded throughout London, and an inexplicable divine light burst out in His body. It was not His intentional, but the unconscious involvement of the huge power.

The world is dancing with His thoughts, and involuntarily responds to Him, sets off Him, and cheers for Him.

"After talking for a long time, don't you just want to ascend from this world?" Mu En curled his lips.

"Break through the cage and be at utmost freedom!" He said calmly, looking at Dumbledore: "Who can be willing to go to this point and be prophesed, destined by fate, and so-called scripts?"

“Merlin, Haierbo, Vivian,

Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Tom Riddle.

Who is not disturbed and trapped by fate?

Prophecy will definitely happen. When you stop it, you find that any action you do is nothing more than pushing yourself into the situation in the prophecy.

Who can be willing to accept that feeling, that kind of future? ! ”

As he said that, He reached out his hand again.

"Come on, Muen Jones, republic with us."

Listening to his words, Mu En raised his hand.

"You talked for a long time, but I didn't hear you show that I am republic with you, what are the benefits of me?"

Hearing Mu En’s question, a hint of surprise appeared on His face.

"Strength!" He said: "For thousands of years, there have been countless wizards' power."

From then on, we walk on this earth as if we are walking in our own country.

From then on, we are the gods of the human world! ”

"That is to say, after we merge, I will first give out my [self], and then give out my ability to travel through the world, and then all I can get is. Power?!"

"You are too narrow-minded, Jones," he explained, "Since you and me are in the republic, why should we divide you and me again after that?

Do I have a clear emphasis now on me now that I am Merlin, or I am Vivian?

No, none of them. After moving to the republic, I am you and you are me.

As I said before, I am one, and I am ten thousand.

After the Republic, there is no difference between you and me! ”

"After talking for a long time, I still have no benefits." Mu En shook his head: "If you want to have sex for free, just say it."

“Maybe. I can also use strong, it all depends on your choice.

If your thinking is comparable to your strength, you should remember what I just said.

I said, ‘Merlin was sealed by Vivian back then’.

And to this day, Merlin is just a part of me.

If you want, I can seal you too. Then, in your willingness and reluctance, slowly digest you and slowly let you integrate into my body. ”

Mu En took a deep breath, then slowly, stretched out.

"I finally said it, yes, this is what I want, I waited for one night."

"What about your answer?" He looked at Muen.

Muen also looked at Him, and then a grim smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"If you can do it, come on!"