Blackwing Lingyun

It's Christmas again, and many wizards don't miss it, especially pure-blood wizards.

"Wizards who have fallen willingly, influenced by their Muggle partners and families. And those lowly mudbloods have brought bad habits into the wizarding world..."

When it comes to the festival, pure-blood wizards with ancient traditions have a bunch of gnashing curses waiting for them.

They are angry at the distortion of tradition as they fear the invasion of faith. After all, many major events start with a change of mindset.

In particular, it involves forgetting hatred.

Wizards lived with mortals as wise prophets, and the manipulative gods smeared wizards and bewitched stupid mortals to start a witch-hunting war in order to snatch the right to use supernatural powers.

If they don't kill the foolish people, they will have to kill and kill each other, and their hatred for each other will deepen.

The sorcerer eventually disappeared into obscurity, and religion played 'Render to God what is God's, and Caesar's to Caesar's.'"

They have ruled the world of

the human mind, and by what means? Mouth cannons, as well as mysteries.

This is the greatest benefit that religion gains after the sorcerers are stripped of their power to use supernatural means under the sun, only they can show magic, and everyone else is heretical to do so.

With such a grudge, but having a Christmas and forgetting his ancestors, it is no wonder that wizards who follow ancient traditions are angry.

Kane is also not interested in the festival, powerful wizards are like ghosts and gods in the eyes of mortals.

Even if there is a need for faith, it is also a belief in the magic power that makes wizards extraordinary, so what is the matter with inviting a foreign companion to be an ancestor for yourself?

Of course, those who take advantage of the popularity of the festival and celebrate Christmas are completely because of multiple festivals, multiple ways of playing, and many joys. To decorate life with festivity, what you want is a simple happiness, why bother to go online?

No, Kane still likes to be alone and think, and on the tower of Nozawa Castle, he leans on the guardrail and looks at the snow falling on the desolate land outside.

The boundary line of Nozawa Garden is faintly visible even in the snow, and the thriving chika vines squeeze the fence through the wind with its branches, and the snow covers it, making it look like a thick castle wall from a distance.

Instructing the house-elves to build a fence felt like yesterday, but in fact, a year had passed since Shafiq fought with the pure-blood magnates.

The two hundred and twenty-six vampire and three hundred and thirteen werewolf corpses sealed in the castle's basement are his brilliant achievements, but they also aggravate his injuries.

Originally, he thought that he could last five years, but now it has been reduced to three years, and if he can't solve his physical problems as soon as possible, then he will not be able to survive the next winter.

"Ahem, cough, cough ..."

A series of coughs embarrassed the cheeks into a sickly flush, and the blood stains on the handkerchief were no longer dots, but like this goose feather snow.

Kane's face was calm, his eyes were serene, and there was nothing special in his heart.

Seriously injured and killed, 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 this kind of phenomenon with an extraordinary heart to stop water.

'Bang! 'Silent explosions rang out in the southwest direction. Before that, Kane saw the glow-blue flash of the explosion.

The corners of his mouth turned upward, 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 leaf melon mines."

With a slight leap, he turned into a puff of black smoke with a comet-like tail and flew towards the place where the incident occurred.

The Death Eater's signature skill, 'Blackwing Lingyun'. The inventor was Lord Voldemort, and the requirements for casting the Unforgivable Spell were the same, requiring a bitter hatred to stimulate the power of evil.

He refused to believe it, and after in-depth research, he reaped the rewards.

Justice, evil, good, and bad are nothing but products of human civilization, and they are given additional meaning and categorical concepts 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 that 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 spiritual power, or the use of soul power.

And he found that the existence of negative energy is not necessarily related to whether or not he can cast 'Black Wing Lingyun'.

It stimulates people's sensory nerves like an athlete using doping, and whether you can really run a 100-meter performance mainly depends on whether the body has that potential and a series of on-the-spot performances.

So the spell was improved, and the negative energy or something was not sensitive, his body was bad enough, and he didn't need to cheer for the approaching death.

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

Kane made the spell more powerful and poetic than ever, and when he landed, the wings of black light enveloped him from wide opening to contraction, and black smoke wrapped around him like wing membranes.

This series of actions helped him complete the deceleration like a sudden brake. Then, as the smoke dissipated, it gradually revealed its true face and fell gracefully like a leaf.

When both sides saw each other's goals clearly, they were stunned.

The one who was injured by the stinky leaf melon may have had a slightly longer reaction arc, or the scene in front of him was too much beyond his imagination, so he was stunned for a longer time.

Kane was already smiling and said, "The last of the Travers family, is this a Christmas gift?" Marco

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

In the Deathly Hallows section, in the woodland at night, relying on his keen intuition and a good sense of smell, he almost found Hermione, and later participated in the capture of Hogwarts, leading many dark wizards to fight against Neville who was alone in the back bridge, and the bridge exploded and fell, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead...

That's right, it's the one who wears a shawl, looks sloppy, ties the shawl hair at the back of his head into a bunch with black silk, wears a half-length black leather coat, has a red armband on his left arm, matches the legging pants with a checkered leg, and a pair of leather military boots on his feet, with a ruffian and a little girly.

He was also a Death Eater who killed Marin, a member of the Order of the Phoenix during the Wizarding Wars? The McKinnons.

Kane only paid attention to the details of him, and guessed what he had been through for the past few years, and why he was here.

Marco also tried to attack, and as soon as his hand moved, Kane waved his hand casually, and cast a disarming spell, casting spells without a wand, casting spells silently, and easily taking Marko's wand into his hand like dust.

After that, he glanced meaningfully at the southwest side, stepped forward and grabbed Marco's collar, and once again cast the black wing Lingyun and turned back to the castle.

About fifteen hundred meters away, the blonde old man had a blue face, looking at the black smoke billowing in the sky, stunned.

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

Up to now, no one in the dark world is willing to commit Nozawa Park again. After all, that would be tantamount to death.

It seems that there is a terrifying demon lurking here, no matter how many people come, at least the fact that it constitutes an invasion of Nozawa Garden, it will disappear without a trace, like a mud cow entering the sea, and you can't even hear a loud sound.

Among all the rumors, the most evil one is that he is associated with Voldemort.

Someone called Harry, the boy who was killed by the catastrophe? After Potter inflicted a magical backlash, Voldemort did not die, but instead hid somewhere to recuperate.

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

So, where exactly is Voldemort hiding?

Between the unknown mystery that has been revealed in Nozawa Garden for nearly a year, some people suspect that Voldemort is here.

Being a neighbor of Hogwarts, under the nose of Dumbledore, whom Voldemort feared the most, was called darkness under the lights.

Kane is also aware of this statement, and his assessment is: misuse of concepts.

The real darkness under the lights should be at least Hogsmeade Village, or even Hogwarts. Hiding in Nozawa Garden, it should be regarded as a rivalry like the Han realm of the Chu River, and it is against Hogsmeade.

However, he is not interested in refuting the rumors, and when he encounters this kind of thing, any reaction is too superfluous, so it is best to keep silent and wait and see what happens.

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

Inevitably, he saw a warning sign that only wizards could see: the area ahead was heavily planted with improved stinky leaf melons.

Most wizards can tolerate the smell of stinky leaf melons, which is much more irritating than the smell of feces and urine, after all, they have been exposed to potions and model materials since childhood.

But the stinky leaf melon mine is another story. This magical rhizobia plant is not like a potato in the ground, but is spread around like a fishing net, and the nodes are sweet potatoes.

The fragment damage of its explosion is still trivial, and the extremely rapid corrosion and wound infection effect is terrifying, as for the disgusting, long-lasting stench, it is nothing compared to it.

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