Chapter 19 Black Wing Soaring Clouds

It's Christmas again, and many wizards don't celebrate this holiday, especially the pure-blood wizards.

"Wizards and wizards who are self-deprecating, influenced by their Muggle mates and families. And those lowly Mudbloods who bring bad vibes into the wizarding world..."

Speaking of the holiday, pure-blood wizards with ancient traditions have a bunch of gnashing of curses waiting.

Rather than saying that they are angry at the distortion of tradition, it is better to say that they are afraid of the invasion of belief. After all, many major events start with a change of mind.

Especially when it comes to forgetting hatred.

In the beginning, wizards lived with mortals as wise prophets, but manipulators, in order to seize the right to use extraordinary powers, discredited wizards and bewitched stupid mortals to launch a witch-hunt war.

If they don't kill the foolish people, they will have to make an inch of it. Killing each other will deepen their hatred for each other.

The wizard finally faded away from the world, and religion, pretending to play "God's to God, Caesar's to Caesar." '

The spiritual world of human beings has been ruled by them, how can they be ruled by? Talkative, and mysterious.

This is the biggest benefit of religion after wizards are deprived of the power to use supernatural means under the sun, only they can show magic, everyone else is heretic.

Such grievances, but celebrating Christmas and forgetting their ancestors, it is no wonder that wizards who follow ancient traditions will get angry.

Kane is also not interested in this festival. The powerful wizard himself is like a ghost in the eyes of mortals.

Even if there is a need for faith, you still believe in the magic power that makes wizards extraordinary, so what's the matter with asking yourself a fellow heretic to be your ancestor?

Of course, it’s another story for those who enjoy the festivities and spend Christmas entirely because of multiple festivals, multiple ways of playing, and multiple joys. To decorate life with festivities, what you want is simple happiness, why bother to go online?

No, Kane still likes to be alone and think. On the tower of Nozawaen Castle, he leaned on the guardrail and looked at the scene of heavy snow falling on the barren land outside in a daze.

The boundary line of Nozawa Garden can be vaguely seen even in the snow, and the thriving vines use their branches to squeeze the fence tightly, covered with snow, it looks like a thick city wall from a distance.

It seemed like yesterday to instruct house-elves to build fences, but in reality, it had been a year since Shafiq's battle with the pure-bloods.

The two hundred and twenty-six vampire and three hundred and thirteen werewolf corpses sealed up in the basement of the castle belonged to his brilliant achievements, but they also exacerbated his injuries.

He originally thought he could last for five years, but now it has been reduced to three years. If he can't solve his physical problems as soon as possible, then he won't be able to survive the next winter.

"Cough cough cough..."

A series of coughs made his cheeks blush sickly, and the blood on the handkerchief was no longer dots, but flakes like goose feather snow.

Kane's face was calm, his eyes were peaceful, and there was no special disturbance in his heart.

Seriously injured and died. As a reincarnation, he has seen too many such scenes, and he has also been injured and died. He didn't look down on life and death, he just could face such phenomena with an extraordinary heart of still water.

'Boom! ’ A silent explosion sounded to the southwest. Before that, Kane saw the fluorescent blue flash of the explosion.

The corners of his mouth were turned up, and his face was unbroken, making the smile look a little cold.

"There are always people who refuse to believe in the authenticity and power of the stinky melon mines."

With a light leap, he turned into a puff of black smoke with a tail similar to a comet, and flew towards the place where the incident happened.

The Death Eater's signature skill 'Black Wing Soaring Cloud'. The inventor is Voldemort, and the requirements for casting it are the same as the Unforgivable Curse, which requires deep-seated hatred to stimulate evil power.

He refused to believe it, but after in-depth research, he gained something.

Justice, evil, good and bad, these are just the products of human civilization, and they are additional meanings and classification concepts given to matter and energy from the perspective of morality and ethics.

Rather than the essence of matter and energy.

The correct way to interpret it should be: Negative emotions are more likely to induce negative energy, which cannot be analyzed by current technology, but is temporarily characterized as a special energy of extraordinary power. This belongs to the category of mental power, or the use of soul power.

And he discovered that the existence of negative energy has nothing to do with being able to cast 'Black Wing Soaring Clouds'.

It stimulates people's sensory nerves like athletes using doping drugs, and whether they can really run 100 meters depends mainly on whether the body has the potential and a series of on-the-spot performances.

So the technique has been improved, and there is no need to thank you for the negative energy. His body is already bad enough, and he doesn't need to cheer for the approaching death.

As fast as the wind and thunder, it has wings.

Kane demonstrated unprecedented strength and poetry in this technique. When he landed, the wings with black light were like huge and flexible fan bones, enveloping him from widening to shrinking, and the black smoke was like Winged membranes.

This series of actions helped him decelerate like a sudden brake. Then, as the flowing smoke dissipated, it gradually revealed its true face and at the same time gracefully floated down like a leaf.

When the two sides saw each other clearly, they were both startled.

The person who was injured by the stinky leaf melon may have a longer reaction arc, or the scene in front of him was too beyond his imagination, so he stayed in a daze for a longer time.

Kane had already smiled and said, "The last descendant of the Travers family, is this a Christmas gift?"

Marco Travers, Kane can recognize him at a glance because this is also a character who has shown his face and had lines in the HP movie series.

During the Deathly Hallows session, in the woodland at night, relying on her keen intuition and good sense of smell, she almost found Hermione, and later participated in the capture of Hogwarts, led many dark wizards, and Neville, who was guarding the back bridge alone. Face to face, the bridge exploded and fell, life and death are unknown...

That's right, it's disheveled, with a sloppy appearance, and the shawl behind the head is tied into a bundle with black silk, wearing a half-length black leather jacket, with a red cuff on the left arm, paired with checked leggings, and a pair of leather military boots, The one with a ruffian and a bit of a girlishness.

He was also a Death Eater who killed Marlin McKinnon, a member of the Order of the Phoenix, during the Wizarding Wars.

Kane just paid attention to his details, and roughly guessed his experience in the past few years and the reason for appearing here.

Marco was still trying to launch an attack. As soon as he moved his hand, Kane waved his hand casually, cast the disarming spell, cast spells without a wand, cast spells silently, and easily took Marco's wand into his hand like dusting off dust.

Afterwards, he took a meaningful look to the southwest, stepped forward and pulled Ma Ke's collar, and once again unleashed Black Wing Soaring Clouds to turn around the castle.

About 1,500 meters away, the blond-haired old man stared at the black smoke billowing in the sky, dazed.

This time he encouraged the down-and-out Ma Ke to invade Nozawaen, which can be said to have deep intentions.

Fighting up to now, no one in the dark world is willing to offend Nozawa Park again. After all, that is tantamount to death.

There seems to be a terrifying monster lurking here. No matter how or how many people come here, at least it constitutes the fact that it has violated Nozawa Garden, and it will disappear without a trace. .

Among all kinds of rumors, the most evil one is the connection with Voldemort.

Some people say that Voldemort didn't die after being magically backlashed by Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Instead, he hid somewhere to recuperate.

There is no doubt that this is a truth recognized by many smart people.

So, where exactly is Voldemort hiding?

Due to the unknown mystery that engulfed all darkness revealed by Nozawa Garden in the past year, some people suspected that Voldemort was here.

Being a neighbor to Hogwarts, under the eyes of Dumbledore, who Voldemort fears most, is called darkness under the lights.

Kane also knows this statement, and his evaluation is: abuse of concepts.

The real darkness under the lights should at least be Hogsmeade, or even Hogwarts. Hiding in Noze Garden, it should be regarded as a challenge in the Chuhehan world, fighting against each other across Hogsmeade.

However, he is not interested in dispelling rumors. When encountering such a thing, any reaction would be superfluous. The best policy is to keep silent and wait and see what happens.

The blond old man couldn't sit still, and came to be an observer himself.

He inevitably saw a warning sign that only wizards could see: a large number of improved stinky leaf melons were planted in the front area.

Most wizards can tolerate the smell of stinky leaf melon, which is much more irritating than the smell of feces and urine. After all, they have been influenced by exposure to potions and model materials since childhood.

But the stinky melon mines are another story. This kind of magical root nodule plant is not like a bunch of potatoes in the ground, but spread around like a fishing net, with sweet potatoes at the nodes.

The damage caused by its explosion fragments is trivial, but the extremely rapid corrosion and wound infection effects are terrible. As for the disgusting, long-lasting stench that is hard to get rid of, it is nothing compared to it.

The blond old man is not very afraid of death, but he is afraid of being disfigured, which is a more embarrassing humiliation than death...