Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 1393 Black Cocoon

   Goose-feather-like snowflakes fell silently from the sky, and were then swept up by a gust of wind that swept past. The figure flying past in mid-air has long since disappeared at the end of the white snow.

  Suddenly, the man suddenly lifted the broomstick, hovered in mid-air, and looked down at the village obliquely below that was completely shrouded in thick freezing fog.

   "Is this... caused by dementors?"

   After observing carefully, Albert reached out and took out his wand from the pocket of his robe, and pointed at the large expanse of freezing fog ahead.

  A strong storm swept up with the waving wand, ready to wash away the freezing fog that enveloped the village in one breath.

  However, the strange mist actually only had some waves, and there was no sign of being washed away at all.

   "Oh, that's surprising."

Albert was stunned for a moment, moved his eyelids slightly to look at the just-triggered panel task called "Liberation", then looked up at the snow-shrouded village, and fell into a brief silence. He probably guessed What happened to the village shrouded in freezing fog.

   "Looks like it should be a trap specially prepared by the Death Eaters... Forget it, I'll take care of it myself." He murmured.

  Partly because he wanted to complete the mission with a lot of experience, and partly because he didn't want others to take the risk.

  If the fog cannot be dispelled, members of the association will have to deal with the attack of the corpse in the fog, and casualties are likely to occur.

  He came to investigate in advance because he didn't want the members of the association to suffer casualties. It is very important to maintain a high morale to face Voldemort.

   Otherwise, Albert would be too lazy to run around as Christmas approached.

   After tapping himself with his wand, Albert tilted his broom and plunged directly into the mist.

  The vision in front of him is very bad, and he can't see the situation a few meters around him clearly, and some strange sounds can be heard vaguely below.

   It should be a corpse.

   Those Death Eaters were simply lunatics. They killed all the residents of this village and turned them all into ghosts.

  Although this has something to do with the members of the Association fighting against the Inferi, Albert doesn't think it's his problem, because even if he doesn't let the Association members destroy the Inferi, the Death Eaters will still continue to create more Inferi.

  Albert stopped on the higher roof, looked down at the corpses on the street illuminated by the fire, and murmured: "Those guys really deserve to die."

   It was right for him to come to investigate in advance, otherwise, once the members of the association break into this village, they may soon be brutally besieged by ghost corpses.

   Well, you can actually ride a broom, but this freezing fog is also a problem.

   This frozen fog is cold.

  Even if Albert used magic to protect himself and could not feel the surrounding chill, the frost on the thick cloak and the surrounding ice and snow world were enough to show how cold it was.

   If Albert himself alone, there is really no good way to use the environment here, unless he uses Fiendflame to burn everything here together with the frozen fog.

   But Albert didn't really want to do that.

  The traces of using Fiendfire are too obvious.

   Moreover, in this environment, Fiendfire might not be easy to control, after all, this village is not small.

   "Let's kill all the corpses here first!"

  Albert took out a special scream doll from his pocket, cast a spell on it to ensure that it would not be frozen, and then threw the doll on the street.

  The puppet flicked twice after falling to the ground, split into two as if splitting, and then turned into four again, and kept making weird laughter of "Jie Jie Jie" with its mouth open.

  The ghost corpses that were still wandering around suddenly paused, turning their heads and gathering in the direction of the sound.

   "There are probably only a few ghost corpses around."

  Albert took out his pocket watch and checked the time. Although he disliked the monster-gathering speed a bit, he still raised his wand and let the bone-chilling wind mixed with freezing air sweep across the street below.

  The corpses gathered by the noise moved more and more slowly, and the frost on their bodies became thicker and thicker. After a while, they were frozen into ice sculptures, which looked like a catastrophe, which was particularly spectacular.

   No, this is a disaster.

   Or, that’s what war is.

   A bunch of lunatics.

   Albert waved his wand again, causing the lifelike ice sculpture below to explode suddenly, avoiding even the aftermath.

   Gathering monsters, destroying them, gathering monsters again, destroying them again, repeated several times, Albert completely wiped out all the corpses in the village.

  If other members of the association were to clean up the village, they would probably need to push forward slowly against the terrible environment.

   "This is probably the benefit of having power!"

   After sighing in his heart, Albert refocused on the village in front of him.

   It’s okay to stay here, but after the spell to expel Muggles around the village completely fails, ordinary people will probably notice the abnormality here.

   Even if he wants to reverse the freezing fog here, Albert has no good way.

   No!

etc!

  Albert always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

  What's wrong?

  He raised his hand and tapped his head, his eyes swept around, and finally landed on the detection watch in his hand.

  The alarm light is still on, which means there are still enemies around.

  The Infernal Corpse has not been cleaned up, or... and the task called "Liberation" has not been completed.

   "There is still something unknown here." Albert stared at the direction the pocket watch was pointing, and murmured, "Is it over there?"

   "Trap, or..."

   The unknown is scary.

  Albert didn't want to take risks, but his intuition told him that it was probably what the mission was referring to.

   "Go and see, but be prepared."

   Albert waved his wand and summoned the old wand left on the ship. Although he didn't want to admit it, he also had to say that at critical moments, the Elder Wand could indeed give him peace of mind.

  Hounds made of ice cubes condensed in front of Albert with the waving wands. They raised their heads and roared silently, rushing in a weird direction.

   After he summoned the patron saint to wrap himself up completely, Albert stepped on the broomstick again and flew forward.

   The target of the detection pocket watch was a very ordinary house, no different from other houses in this village, but when Albert approached here, he always felt a strange feeling in his heart.

   That feels kind of familiar, it's... a dementor.

   That’s right, the Dementors.

   That's what it's like to encounter a dementor, the kind of monster that affects people around you.

  They had a similar feeling when they went to Azkaban to rescue the poor people who were captured.

   It's just not as strong as it is now.

   Albert waved his wand, causing the hound running below to break into the house directly. However, the hound made no movement, as if there was nothing in the house.

Nothing at all?

   Obviously impossible.

   This is undoubtedly a bad omen.

  Albert didn't intend to venture in, so...he directly chose to use spells to violently demolish the entire house.

  When a series of obstacles such as walls and roofs were shattered by the spell, Albert finally saw the terrifying monster hidden in the house.

   It may not be appropriate to describe it as a monster, it is more like a lair.

   That's right, the lair.

   Lair of Dementors.

  It filled the original house like a black mist cocoon, and spread a strange feeling to the surroundings, even affecting Albert, who was protected by the Patronus Charm, causing some scattered voices to ring in his ears.

  Albert turned the broomstick and stepped back to create a distance. The voice in his ear finally subsided, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

   Intuition told Albert that the dementors were likely to be "hatching" offspring.

   How these monsters reproduced, there is no relevant record in the extensive books he has seen.

  But there are various signs that dementors will multiply in large numbers in an environment with sufficient food, and the large number of dementors roaming the land of Britain today is the best proof.

   So, what to do with this thing?

  Since I have encountered it, I can't let it go, and it seems to be related to my panel task.

  Burning them directly with Fiercefire?

   But can Fiendfire really burn that black cocoon wrapped like countless dementors?

  Hesitating for a moment, Albert finally didn't try to use Fiendfire first, but raised his wand and pointed forward to use the Patronus Charm.

  The white light that was condensed by the patron saint's light ball suddenly bloomed, directly covering the black cocoon in front of it.

The next moment, there was a shrill scream from the black cocoon, as if countless souls were wailing, and what was even more strange was that the black cocoon actually began to surge, and hideous faces emerged, turning Ai Bo, who was concerned about the changes in the black cocoon, Te was taken aback.

"this…"

  Albert felt that he might have guessed the meaning of the mission "Liberation", so he caused the light ball condensed by the patron saint to sink directly into the black cocoon.

  Hei Cocoon trembled violently, but soon calmed down again.

"efficient."

   Albert's eyes lit up, and he continued to summon his patron saint, letting the light **** sink into the black cocoon one after another.

   The screams became louder and louder, and the whole black cocoon was trembling.

   That thing couldn't stand it anymore, and when it was howling, the black cocoon was already glowing with white light, as if something was about to break out of the shell.

  With a bang, the black cocoon exploded suddenly in the white light.

   Albert was a little dizzy from the shock, and double images appeared in front of him.

  He shook his head, staring dumbfounded at the soul gushing out of the black cocoon.

  The figure that looks a bit like a ghost, made of dense white smoke, should be the residents of the village that was sucked away by the dementors.

   After a while, the pain on the faces of those people gradually disappeared, as if they finally came to their senses, they all looked at Albert, and after a small number of souls bowed slightly to him, they turned around and disappeared.

  Looking at the disappearing souls, Albert murmured: "They really deserve to die, none of them can stay."

  After the black cocoon disappeared completely, the cold mist covering the village is gradually receding, although it may take a long time to return to normal.

  Looking at the panel tasks that had been completed, Albert took a deep breath and urged the broomstick to leave this place of right and wrong.

  (end of this chapter)