Chapter 495
In prison.
Unkempt and haggard, like Hermione who had been ten years old all night, clutching the fence in front of her.
Eyes filled with tears.
Ron who is being sucked by a dementor is reflected.
complexion pale, hovering on the edge of collapse, crying, and weakly saying, "Leave him, leave...he...wu wu wu..."
No doubt.
This horrible prison is a horrible prison where all the wicked people can be heard.
For the two youngsters who are energetic.
Too cruel.
Hermione lifts the head, but sees the dementor who is holding Ron, as if hearing some kind of order, suddenly abandons her beloved boy.
Soundless soul roar.
Quickly flew outside the prison.
More than that.
In the girl's horrified eyes, all the dementor guards lurking in Azkaban seemed to be in a state of rampage at this brief moment, ignoring the other prisoners in the prison.
The brain surged outward.
However.
After more than half a month of torture, she has no hope of escaping from the fantasy.
A prison held by hundreds of dementors.
It is a fortress that will never fall.
Take advantage of this opportunity, Hermione slumped down on the ground, sobbing, her right hand stretched out the railing, trying to touch Ron who was lying on the ground in another jail, twitching constantly.
Slightly shook his head, and said with grief, "Ron..."
At the same time.
The Ministry of Magic under the control of Demon prostrating on the ground.
The wizards of Wisengama suddenly discovered that all the Azkaban guards who were making up were disappearing at an alarming speed, or...death? !
And in this world.
The only one who can kill those monsters is...
The wizard responsible for controlling the dementors.
The expression on his face at this time was astonished as if he had witnessed the great disaster of the collapse of the sky and the earth with his own eyes.
I rushed into the office of the Minister of Magic, which was in a meeting.
Faced with a new bureaucrat who cast his eyes on him, now the Ministry of Magic.
The wizard was out of breath, loudly said in horror, "Your Excellency Pierce! There is who...killing the guards of Azkaban in large quantities!
I suspect... it's a Death Eater hunter who tried to rob the prison and left Harry Potter's accomplices!"
The words are not surprising and endless.
Forefoot.
Harry Potter escaped during the duel at Hogwarts. After the Death Eater hunter returned, he killed more than 30 Death Eaters in one go.
The angry black Demon King flies into a rage.
Killed a dozen Chief-In-Charge of the Ministry of Magic to vent their anger.
Now.
That notorious hunter dared to go to Azkaban, the terrifying prison that everyone talks about!
Not only that.
Kill Dementors in large quantities? !
One time.
Excited all around.
The original meeting topics discussed are cancelled directly.
The current Minister of Magic, Pierce Sinknis, got up and browsed tightly knit and said, "I will send Auror to Azkaban immediately. I need to personally report this to the Black Demon King!"
The other side.
The island where Azkaban is located.
The dementors flying all over the sky, forming an army of undead, circling the prison, passing by at high speed.
In this uninhabited area.
A silhouette bathed in Hell Raging Flames, step by step, ignoring the guard's obstruction and intrusion, and marching towards the entrance of the prison.
These are the most terrifying evil monsters in the magic world.
Faced with the demon-hunter who had resisted Legion of hell alone.
It's like a funny rag sliver.
The hammer that arrived at noon was red and hot.
The roaring spirit strength bullet, like a red steel needle, pierced the body of one dementor after another.
Until he stopped at the prison entrance.
Kick open the closed door.
In an instant.
Hundreds of guards crowded inside turned their heads and looked towards the mortal who shouldn't appear in the kingdom of the dead.
A scream that is silent, enough to freeze human souls.
A swarm of people swarmed towards the front door.
Faced with this terrifying terrifying to open the door to kill.
Cole stood in place, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, his eyes were cruel and ruthless, and it was already noon to lift up, indifferently said, "Good noon, bastards."
Turn on Godslayer mode ·change.
Cole's spirit strength, roar, and rage.
The runner pouring into the revolver.
Pull the trigger.
The scorching fiery red hammer, like a arrogant prying of Gates of Hell.
Boom——
In the material world, the pure spirit strength that turns into a purifying fire, is extremely brutal and runs through the entire corridor!
One dementor after another.
Under this terrifying and destructive power that is enough to kill angels and devils, wailing and screams that only the soul can perceive, turning into foul-smelling rags.
Cracked.
Wandering.
Finally turned into ashes and fell to the ground.
And this dazzling flame.
It is like the first light that illuminates Dark Land.
All the prisoners curled up in the prison, after being stimulated, lay on the edge of the fence, scrambling to look out.
Or laugh crazy.
Or make vague madman babble.
Afterwards.
Facing the burning purgatory trench coat.
Two dementors who tried to rush in from outside, roar in panic, and flew into the sky as if they were fleeing.
Afterwards.
In the corridor of Azkaban, which has been dead for four hundred years, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.
Cole hangs his left hand by his side, squeezing it's noon.
The right hand holds the verdict of crime.
Under the horrified gazes of the prisoners on both sides, lit the cigarette by his mouth.
Entrap and suppress all evil, monstrous blood and murder.
Stride forward.
The hem of the windbreaker swings in the flames.
The felon area on the top floor.
Hermione looked at Ron who was completely unconscious, heard movement outside and below, leaned against the wall, curled up with her hands tight on her knees.
As if the heart and soul are dead.
I don't care about external affairs.
Even.
The witch felt that Harry, who was taken away by the Ministry of Magic, might be dead now.
Die under the killing curse of Demon prostrating on the ground.
Every time I think of this.
The darkness and pain of the future, every second is torturing her more sensitive inner and spiritual world than ordinary people.
Perhaps.
In less than a month, she and Ron will lose faith in life completely, and then, like other prisoners, will become crazy until they die.
Think of this.
She buried her face in her knees and cried silently.
But she and Ron never regret it.
If she was helping Harry and resisting the atrocities of Demon prostrating on the ground, she would have thought of this day.
The only regret is.
She overestimated her capacity.
This place...every day is squeezing her health, soul and youth, especially witnessing the suffering of her loved ones.
Suddenly.
A sound of footsteps appeared at the end of the corridor.
Hermione subconsciously believes that Demon must be prostrating on the ground to send someone to kill them.
Slowly lifts the head.
A dazzling, scorching fire that makes people unable to open their eyes greeted her.
The witch browses tightly knit, squinting her eyes, trying to adapt to this level of light, and as far as possible to see who is walking towards them.
It is also at this time.
The familiarity of the outline.
She inexplicably recalled the man who had rescued her at the Ministry of Magic more than a year ago.
But.
Professor Cole... isn't he dead?