A man in ragged clothes was running in a rainforest swamp that could swallow people up silently. No one knew whether there was a ferocious and terrifying pseudodont crocodile hiding under these seemingly peaceful swamps, which could turn a steel rod as thick as an arm like candy. The powerful bite force and indestructible teeth are the powerful hunting weapons of this ferocious creature.
People should be thankful that this magical creature, classified as R6 by the Wizarding Kingdom of Amon-Ra, is a lazy creature. If there is no special reason, they will not move their bodies casually, but choose to stay quietly in a small place. Waiting for prey to come.
The name of the running man was Yamamoto. As a white-robed wizard who had studied in a magic institute, he had been here for a week. He almost knew the dangerous areas near the camp by heart, but now, he didn't care about himself at all. Have you intruded into the territory of a certain pseudodont crocodile?
In his heart, perhaps being cut in half by that terrifying crocodile monster and wailing and struggling on the ground for an hour before dying would be much happier than falling into the hands of that scary guy because he ran too slowly.
The cruel, cruel, ferocious, vicious, evil dark wizard, dark lord, and dark lord who calls himself Voldemort!
There were eight other people who escaped from Japan with him and went to beg Chad to hang out. They were all white-robed wizards who had graduated from magic schools.
The reason why he fled Japan and came to distant Africa is very simple, because in his hometown, a mandatory national movement is now being launched. In order not to become a testing ground for hydrogen bomb detonation, each person has a cup of purified water and a healthy neon person in this life. Slogans are being shouted in full swing.
As a white-robed wizard, Yamamoto has no so-called patriotism at all. As a wanted criminal, he is the main force in dealing with the purified water, at least the portion that politicians don't want to drink. All the water has to go into their stomachs.
Don't get me wrong, in Japan, white-robed wizard is not a good name. In this country that likes to confuse black and white, white does not indicate purity.
The students of the magic institute will wear a special magic robe that changes color according to the study content. If you can graduate successfully, the robe will turn into gold, indicating that they have mastered all the knowledge. However, if the magic robe becomes White, which means they have used illegal magic (dark magic), which will make them directly expelled from magic.
In the past, students like Yamamoto who were expelled from school would not be locked up under normal circumstances. But who allowed the prison door to be opened now? The arrival of the humanoid purifier is very welcome. Yamamoto just committed a trivial matter and is about to be arrested. Sent to wizard prison.
There are eight other people who are as unlucky as him, but those eight people are now
Recalling the horrific scenes he had seen before, Yamamoto's tired legs couldn't help but feel weak. The guy named Voldemort just cut off the fingers of the camp's caretaker, nicknamed Voldemort, just because he didn't like a certain person. Jack's guy used magic to peel off the skin and remove the bones in front of everyone. Even the muscles were completely removed one by one until the bones were all rugged. Jack's heart was still beating after his finger was severed. He lived to enjoy it all.
This horrific act attracted an attack from Broken Finger Jack's men. They were a powerful poaching group that had established a semi-permanent camp in Chitchadroli. There were more than a hundred outlaw wizards who obeyed his orders. However, they gave the boss His revenge brought disaster to the entire camp.
The raging green snake is swimming in the camp. It is not a life-killing curse that can take away a life in an instant, but a magic more vicious than the killing curse. The wizard entangled by the green snake seems to have been sucked out of his life force. The flesh and blood became dry, the hair became pale, and all the essence in the body was greedily sucked until it turned into a ball of withered bones and died completely in the sound of wailing.
Yamamoto was extremely lucky to have those eight companions. If they hadn't attracted the attention of the green snake, he would have never had any hope of escaping from the camp.
This is the place where Chichadra meets the outside world. The outermost border surrounding Chichadra is about ten kilometers deep. The magic here is violent and chaotic, although it does not have much impact on the thick-skinned magical creatures. , but for wizards, this ten-kilometer area is a natural interference zone. Apparition, door keys, Floo powder, and even rockets and missiles will all be interfered with to varying degrees here.
Precisely because of the inconvenience of movement, a semi-permanent black market camp was successfully established here.
Without the high mobility to go wherever you want, even if the inspector of the United Kingdom of Wizards of Amun-Ra discovers this place, it will be very easy to expose and difficult to assemble a team of sufficient numbers to destroy this place.
Yamamoto didn't know how long he had been running. He only knew that the magic power around him was gradually stabilizing. This was a good thing for him, whether he was leaving Chichatra or going deep into Chichatra.
As long as he came to an area with stable magic power, he could instantly use magic to leave this damn place. He didn't know where he would wander next, but he swore that he never wanted to come to Africa in his life.
The hurried running had almost exhausted his energy. The panting Yamamoto finally felt relieved when he felt that no one was chasing him behind him. He took it out of his pocket and grabbed a handful. The original medicinal materials used to prepare potions. This is one of the main materials for making endurance recovery potions. If eaten directly, it is slightly poisonous and may cause diarrhea, but it is not fatal.
The wizards of the Magic Institute attach great importance to the Potions course. You can see the wizards of the Magic Institute in every Potions Championship. Although Yamamoto is an undergraduate, he still knows a lot about potions.
A numbing and bitter taste was torturing his tongue and mouth, but as the bitter juice that would be chewed was swallowed, his exhausted body once again gathered some strength and slumped down on the thick leaf bed. Standing on the pile of humus, Yamamoto shook off the swollen blood-sucking leech that landed on his hand at some point, and his pale lips turned a little red.
"It turns out you don't know the road."
A somewhat lazy voice suddenly appeared less than two meters behind him. Yamamoto, who almost had his head ripped off, stood there quietly when he saw the nightmare-like figure.
The black robe was wrapped in black mist, and the smell of blood that was so strong that it could not be dispersed slowly flowed outward with the weak breeze, like lava flowing from the crater, but more like plasma that had begun to solidify slightly.
There are nearly three hundred wizards in Jack's camp. As a medium-sized camp, there are not many people there. However, at this moment, the camp has been reduced to desolate ruins. Only hungry beasts who have been uncaged are eating gluttonously. , the devil, entangled in the souls of injustice and blood, seems to be enjoying this bloody feast.
"Then you're of no use."
The raised right hand did not hold any wand. A thin silk thread was wrapped around the long and pale index finger. It was a lifelike little snake. At this moment, it spit out a snake letter and revealed its sharp fangs.
"The bridge is numb!"
Yamamoto let out a scream and waved his hands wildly. His lower body was stepping back, but his upper body seemed to want to bend down and kowtow in salute. His disordered body movements made his current appearance very funny.
"Oh, he's still Japanese."
There was a different color in the dark devil's eyes, as if he was a little surprised.
"I am, I am, I am. Sir! Sir! Don't kill me, don't kill me, I am still useful, I am still useful!"
Yamamoto, whose mind was spinning rapidly, spoke in stammering English, racking his brains to squeeze out something that could buy his life. However, even if he burst out with unprecedented desire and potential for survival, he seemed to be unable to come up with anything. .
He was a fugitive, a fugitive who escaped from prison. If it weren't for the large number of arrested prisoners and the lack of Auror manpower, he wouldn't have been able to successfully escape from prison with eight other people. Even if he stole back the confiscated wand, Kim It's impossible to carry all the money and property with you. If they hadn't used magic to steal something to eat on the way, they wouldn't even be able to get here.
"Yes, yes! I still have this!"
Yamamoto had an idea flash in his mind and groped around on his body quickly. He took out a wallet-like wallet from his pocket. This was the only thing he took with him besides his wand.
A magic photo was caught in his hand. Yamamoto pointed at a kimono woman in the portrait and spoke hastily, with a flattering smile on his face.
"This is mine, Nathan. She is a very popular beauty girl from the academy who completed the killing of hundreds of people at the age of fifteen! She is said to be a super beauty who appears only once in a thousand years! A gold medal actress signed by Tokyo Hot. As long as I write her a letter."
Yamamoto, who had an unknown fanaticism on his face, seemed to have assumed the identity of a gold medal salesman, crazily promoting his sister to the adults in front of him.
Some strange words and mysterious codes that are incomprehensible keep appearing.
The originally chilling atmosphere suddenly became weird. Even the executioner, the Dark Lord, who was always ready to kill people, had a look of astonishment at this moment.
"Finished?"
When he saw Yamamoto swallowing his saliva with a dry mouth, the Dark Lord, who had not spoken for a while, spoke softly.
"With that said, let's hit the road."
The little green snake almost jumped out of the fingertips, and its creepy death froze the charming face.
"I allow you to struggle for a while. I have never seen how a wizard born from magic fights."
"Since you have the courage to come to this dangerous place like Chitchadro, you won't disappoint me too much, right?"
"Come--"
The slender pale fingers hooked, and the wand that had been thrown aside flew back into Yamamoto's hand. It was a 94-style fist gun. Although it was covered with mud, it did not affect the casting of spells.
"Start your performance, if you can satisfy me -"
The Dark Lord's voice paused, "I will make you die faster."
"You know, death is not the most terrible thing. The most terrible thing is to die but not get it."
The image of Jack being skinned and dismembered but still alive appeared in front of Yamamoto's eyes again, and his ears seemed to echo with that crazy, crazy laughter, that oozing joy of trampling on life. laughter.
Yamamoto didn't want to die, but he didn't want to die even more.
Holding his familiar fist gun, Yamamoto, whose heart was already filled with despair, pulled the trigger. However, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at his own body. Rather than being tortured to death by this terrible demon, he might have committed suicide. is a better outcome.
However, a finger extinguished his last hope. The finger blocked on the muzzle of the gun held down the magic spell that shot out. The magic that directly hit the body did not even cause any obvious damage to the finger. The reddish mark was this magic. all damage caused.
"Is it a cutting curse?"
The dark devil retracted his finger and said in a slow voice.
"Did you know that after a person is beheaded, your mind can still stay for seventeen blinks? Death does not happen in an instant."
"If I wanted to, I could put your head back on your body in the sixteenth time you blink."
"Want to try it?"
The Dark Lord bent down, and at this moment, Yamamoto could really see the face of the person in front of him. It was the face of an extraordinary handsome young man with smooth black hair, dark and bright eyes, no older than twenty years old. , with a gentle smile on his face, there was no trace of arrogance or aggression, as if the person who just said those terrible words was another person, and the young man in front of him was only responsible for being handsome, elegant and polite.
Voldemort's appearance is very impressive, and this is true when he is young. The age of twenty is the age when he shines most brightly. His youthfulness has faded, but he has never been stained with greasiness.
"Maybe I should give you a heads up, now is not the time to be dazed."
"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting."
A light spell came out of his mouth, and a tragic wail rose at this moment. After turning into a caterpillar on the ground and squirming for a few seconds, Yamamoto, who recovered from his daze, tremblingly grabbed his wand.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"
He screamed like crazy, and then shot one spell after another.
The magic taught to students by the Magic Institute has a familiar feeling, just like the wizards they fought against in North America. Their spells are different from those of European wizards, but the difference is only subtle. That is due to regional factors. There are subtle differences, but in essence, the magic used by Yamamoto is the one used by European wizards.
"Where's the shikigami? Where's the witchcraft? Where's the ninjutsu?"
After casually slapping away one spell after another, the Dark Lord asked sternly.
"It's not these lame tricks I'm looking for, and if that's all you can bring me, then"
"Magic houses do not teach Shinto witchcraft. Only Jomon Shrine is allowed to teach these things."
When he saw the little green snake landing on his shoulder, Yamamoto slumped and hurriedly explained.
"We are not allowed to learn it. Only the young wizards selected by the Jomon Shrine can go to the shrine in the south of Mount Ryukyu to learn Shinto witchcraft, and the remaining wizards who are not selected can only learn in the magic house."
Yamamoto swallowed hard, "Japan's Shinto witchcraft existed hundreds of years ago and is no longer in Japan. The sons of gods who are taken away every year are the compensation for our sins."
"That's right."
The suddenly enlightened Dark Lord nodded slightly. He had only heard some sporadic news, but he did not expect that there was such a complicated inside story.
"I blamed you wrongly."
Yamamoto's originally gray eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of desire, but what came into contact with his eyes was not the kind and forgiving eyes, but the green light emitted by the little green snake.
"Krii-Lun-Aus" (Killing-Draining-Pain)
The green snake opened its mouth with its fangs exposed. In an instant, the green snake swelled to the thickness of a human thigh and bit the head that was wailing fiercely. As the life force was quickly extracted, the withered body could no longer squeeze out anything. With a breath that disturbed the vocal cords, the dying body fell to the ground, and the little snake returned to its owner again, turning into a green bracelet and tied it around the wrist.
“It’s not enough”
The dark devil lowered his head and glanced at the strap on his wrist, "If you want to block the Sun Dragon's laser cannon, this little life force is totally not enough."
"But we should be able to get it together soon."
In the murmur, the originally handsome black-haired youth turned into a stronger and more handsome black-haired youth.
After changing his appearance, the bloody ghost that was originally wrapped around the black robe suddenly dissipated.
Kill people and set fire to Voldemort, save the suffering and save St. Potter.
The bad things Tom Riddle did have anything to do with me, Harry Potter? Professor Flitwick can testify that I, Harry, have come to Chitchadro for adventure. I have a formal admission permit from the Wizarding Kingdom of Amon-Ra, so I won’t do anything bad.
(End of chapter)
