Chapter 354 Justice

"boom!"

In the sky, the array of mayflies burst out with intense electric light. Although this magic power was almost negligible compared to the power accumulated in the rain cloud, it was enough to wake up those thunderbolts that were already about to move.

Under Nelson's attack regardless of defense, a series of thick thunderbolts fell from the sky to the ground, and the Aurors who were caught off guard couldn't help but closed their eyes. They still flexibly avoided or resisted the thunder's harassment.

But this was Nelson's goal. Under the dexterous positioning of the Aurors, their rigorous formation was dismantled by him. Just when they were complacent about the failure of Nelson's offensive, the passive fog quietly rise from them.

At first, these lost fogs were hidden in the dust excited by lightning, and they were not very conspicuous. The proud Aurors didn't notice the dust under their feet. Their attention was all attracted by Tom hiding in the dark. Nelson was just a fancy dark wizard to them at the moment.

But when a red light from the shadow of the house pierced the belly of an Auror in the corner as it had done several times before, and hit the chest of the teammate next to him, the tension began to spread in the crowd.

The resident was eerily quiet, and any sound of disturbance could be heard clearly by those present.

Suddenly, a scream broke the silence of the crowd.

"They're gone! Paul and Oliver! They're gone!"

The two Aurors who were lucky enough to have their own names were the two who were knocked down by Tom. They fell on the edge of the crowd. In order to avoid the enemy's rescue from the corpses, the Aurors did not act rashly, but at this moment, they were lying on the ground His teammate suddenly disappeared, leaving only the white mist that could barely cover his knees, and the wizard who issued the warning shouted again: "Damn it! What is this!"

Everyone's eyes were attracted by his voice, and they saw that the wizard was quickly wrapped in the white mist rising from his feet, struggling helplessly like a prey wrapped in a cocoon by a spider, and his roar quickly came out of it. He was full of anger and became vague, and gradually became silent, as if something in the weird fog swallowed him alive.

The wizards who were closer to him took a step back in unison. They looked at each other, but found that the surroundings had been covered in white. The surprise mist was like a seasoned acromantula. Before the prey was aware of it, the venom had already injected into it. their bodies.

From a distance, the Auror team at this time is like a spider's delivery room, and the undulating mist is surging like waves, dividing the close people into a world separated by yin and yang. American Aurors have no experience in this regard. Facing this impenetrable fog, which may never come back when touched, they quickly panicked. This gave Tom an excellent opportunity. Like a seasoned hunter, he relied on An almost perfect trap, surrounded by the most brutal herds in the forest with an extremely accurate shotgun.

The enemies fell one by one, and Tom, who was occasionally using Legilimency, became more and more aware of the truth of the matter - not much different from what Nelson said, Second Salem, an organization established and in power by Muggles, has been It is impossible to compete with the great wizard lord, especially after Daguerre, the patriarch of Second Salem, was expelled by the wizards hiding in it with some small means. This organization whose mission is to expose the existence of wizards quickly became American magic The perfect pawn for Congress to do something inconvenient - whether it's using the venom of a crooked demon to create a potion to control the rulers of the Muggle world, or using them to steal baby wizards around the world for inhuman experimentation The Magic Congress of the United States became more and more wild after tasted the sweetness again and again. This group of criminals, speculators and descendants of blind people who invaded the homeland of American wizards exposed their unscrupulous methods, so the crazy, stupid, pitiful But a hateful woman—the woman who took Salem as her name, emptied her family, and angrily swung the butcher knife at Hogwarts, which was out of reach.

But unlike Nelson's fluke idea, Tom knew that the Aurors sent here were the part of the Magical Congress of America who knew the inside story, and there was no such thing as being used or kept in the dark.

The hostility in Tom's heart was slowly drawn out. He was no longer limited to using less lethal magic to stun his opponents, and he no longer deliberately avoided the opponent's vital points. As long as they didn't lose their lives, what pain would they suffer? Isn't it karma? For a moment, the satisfaction brought by the god-like power to punish evil filled Tom's heart, and his shots became fiercer. Falling down one after another under the spell, Tom became more and more happy, but the pain accumulated on those losers became more and more.

At the same time, Nelson, who has completely covered the station with the lost fog, saw a strange scene that he had never seen before and he did not want to see-a man chained to death and his life was coming to an end. He turned his neck one hundred and eighty degrees, and looked at himself with his back turned. His pure black eyes were full of hatred for wizards. Even though the instigator was not Nelson, the reverberation of despair still enveloped Nelson's body. body.

Nelson didn't know what the man was thinking in the last moments of his life, and he couldn't empathize with a stranger across the ocean, but the monster born of pure despair was all too familiar to him.

The man's body fell heavily, and his twisted neck turned back with a "swish". He lay flat on the ground, his mouth opened like a snake, and then his body quickly withered and shriveled. A pale, mucus and blood-stained hand, larger than his head, protruded from his mouth, followed by a skeleton-like dry arm, wet black rags, and after a while , a nearly three-meter-high humanoid monster covered in a hood floated in mid-air, and the corpse under it turned into ashes without nutrition and fell into the soil—a dementor.

Nelson spat secretly, raised his wand, and a silver chain shot out from the tip of the wand accompanied by a groaning sound, binding the newborn dementor tightly. With a slight force on his arm, the dementor was pulled to the front.

It looked at the alluring soul in front of it, raised its hands, and held its hood.

"Don't kiss me, it's disgusting."

Nelson frowned, and the delicate silver lighter flashed in his hand. The blue flame instantly swallowed the dementor's robe, and it took less than half a second to burn it into a torch over five meters long .

There is no time to study this newborn dementor now. The magic power that does not belong to them in the controlled Muggles is violently twisting, devouring their lives greedily. Seeing this scene, Nelson closed his eyes, and the magic power appeared on his fingertips. A ring inlaid with resurrection stones, and plunged into the blurred environment.

He didn't have time to rest, and ignored the scene of observing the surrounding factories, he ran towards the group of Muggle souls lying on the pure white ground. During the attack, his coat began to shine with silver light, as if he was running in an illusion , the figure became looming.

In order to divide the battlefield, some Aurors were dragged into the blurred environment by him, but they didn't find Nelson at all, and they were still puzzled by the environment they were in.

Nelson appeared next to a girl in earth-colored rags. It could be seen that it might have been a bright red dress before. Her soul was full of scars, and her legs were bent at a strange angle. Thinking of what those beasts had done to her body, her empty eyes were covered with black bloodshots, these bloodshots spread from the eye sockets to the pupils, and they were about to twist her soul into the shape of a dementor.

Nelson half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his ring-wearing hand, and stroked the top of her head. A stream of translucent steam flowed from her forehead into Nelson's palm. The cost of reading memory is not high, but the memory of seeing is His face stinks in an instant, the black bloodshot permeates faster and faster, the girl's left eye is almost completely black, the dementor's manic consciousness becomes more active, and even greed and mocking emotions are revealed in the eyes, Nelson's forehead was bulging with blue veins, he stared into the girl's eyes, and shouted angrily, "Get out!"

His palm was completely covered by silver light, and the powerful aura of the patron saint burst out. Behind him, the proud silver falcon spread its illusory but real wings. His left hand was in the shape of a falcon claw. The girl's left eye popped out of its socket.

"I'm sorry, Adele," Nelson said softly, "but please believe that there are people who love you."

His left hand slammed hard, and the pitch-black eyeball was instantly crushed. A scream and wail that only the soul could hear burst out of his hand, and violent black air splashed everywhere. Nelson did not understand the language of the dementors. , but it must be cursing herself, the severe pain restored the girl's remaining right eye to a sliver of clarity, she raised her head in a daze, and saw a face under the mask, although she couldn't see clearly, she instinctively Reaching out, wanting to touch Nelson's mask.

But this simple movement was also extremely difficult for her. Her raised shoulder touched countless hideous scars all over her body, which made her soul fall into weakness in an instant, and the black bloodshot eyes in her right eye also began to tenaciously move. Regrowing, Nelson took her hand and stuck it to his mask.

"Don't worry, your parents are doing well. I will send you home when I finish what I should do."

Then, Nelson appeared in the original log cabin, covered the girl's whole body with the light of the patron saint, and placed her gently on the ground.

But he didn't care much about the girl, instead he appeared in the crowd again, and there were too many people who needed his rescue.

Feeling that the outside world was killing Tom, Nelson frowned, but he didn't want to stop it. On the contrary, if Tom switched with him, he might go too far.

After confirming that Tom has grasped the situation, Nelson turned the ring, and the Aurors in the blurred environment were thrown out again. When they saw the familiar environment, they thought it was their companions who had gained the advantage, but they never thought that they would fall into the real world. in hell.

Nelson non-stop helped an old woman who was only breathing but not breathing, and covered her forehead with his hand.

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After a long thunderstorm, the dark clouds over Boston dissipated, and the long-lost sunshine once again shone on the land. Tom leaned against the wall and sat on the muddy ground regardless of his image, with his mask thrown aside, his chest violently shaking. Ups and downs, he was already very tired, some good players among the Aurors, after their companions fell one by one, they figured out some of Tom's ways, and began to cause him some unprecedented troubles, Tom could only use power to more The great curse and the greater consumption of mana made him unable to do one-sided massacres anymore. In short, in this two-versus-many battle, Tom was far more embarrassed than he imagined, but no matter how many difficulties and obstacles he had gone through, He finally won.

A group of wizards, a group of wizards in Auror costumes, a group of wizards hung upside down in the sky, unconscious, a group of scum, a group of self-righteous scum, these are the results of Tom alone.

But he didn't have the consciousness of enjoying the fruits of victory at all, he just silently looked at the small house at the entrance, counting the number of people who appeared inside.

Nelson hasn't returned yet.

Tom clenched his fist and wiped his wand with the hem of his coat.

"forty five."

Tom counted silently. He knew that there should be fifty people there—only a dozen or so Aurors, and three full-staffed Auror squads, could control so many Muggles and little wizards, he cursed loudly Dirty words, let out a foul breath.

Suddenly, the white mist in front of him condensed into the shape of a person. Tom immediately stood up against the wall, patted his buttocks, arranged his clothes with magic and stood straight in front of the person in the fog.

The figure in the fog became clearer, Tom raised his hand in front of his mouth, and coughed lightly.

"Gnar."

Nelson's figure staggered out of the fog. Although there was no battle damage on his body, his face was extremely pale——Tom had never seen Nelson, known as the physical king of Nurmengard, so weak.

Tom was about to say something when he saw Nelson go limp, lean forward, and lunge at him.

Regardless of his exhaustion, Tom hurriedly supported Nelson, "Nal, what's wrong with you?"

"Tom, there are five people left in the fog forever." Nelson shook his head sadly, "Put on the mask and help me stand."

Tom helped Nelson stand in the center of the Second Salem Station, a giant hand made of steel stretched out from the fog, enveloping the two of them in the palm.

"Alexander, go back."

There was a humming sound from the steel, which slowly dissipated.

In the next second, more Aurors appeared around than before. As soon as they appeared on the stage, they pointed their wands at Nelson and Tom.

But Tom was extremely calm at the moment, and even wanted to scold them.

A witch came out from the center of the Auror team, approached the two, held up her wand vigilantly, and looked at the masks of the two and their colleagues floating in the sky.

"I wouldn't be that close if I were you, Tina," Nelson said softly.

This Auror was Newt's wife, and her eyes widened in disbelief when she heard Nelson's voice.

"Tom."

Nelson said softly.

His wand-holding hand jerked up, and someone in the Auror ranks screamed, "Stop them!"

In an instant, countless spells were shot from all directions, but Tom used his last bit of strength to block the first wave of spells, and took Nelson's entourage to the roof of a nearby building.

"hehe."

Nelson's arm was hanging down weakly, and he almost couldn't hold on to his wand, but everyone present didn't dare to act rashly.

In the blue sky, the dark Deathly Hallows symbol was hanging high and covering the sky.