The Alchemist of Harry Potter

Chapter 1393 Black Cocoon
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 pulled up the broomstick abruptly, hovered in mid-air, and looked down at the village obliquely below that was completely enveloped in thick freezing fog.

"Is this... caused by dementors?"

After taking a closer look, Albert reached out and took out his wand from his robe pocket, pointing at the large expanse of freezing fog in front of him.

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

However, the strange mist actually only caused some waves, showing 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.

Some of it was because he wanted to complete the mission with a lot of experience, and some of it was because he didn't want others to take the risk.

If the fog cannot be dispelled, the 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 casualties among members of the association. It was important to maintain a high morale in the face of Voldemort.

Otherwise, Albert would be too lazy to run around when Christmas was approaching.

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

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

It should be a corpse.

Those Death Eaters were simply lunatics. They actually killed all the residents in this village and turned them all into ghost corpses.

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 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 nuisance.

This patch of freezing fog is cold.

Even if Albert uses magic to protect himself and can't feel the chill around him, the frost on the thick cloak and the surrounding world of ice and snow are enough to show how cold it is.

If it was just Albert himself, there was really no good way to deal with the environment here, unless he used Fiendflame to burn everything here together with the frozen fog.

But Albert didn't quite 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 ghost corpses here first!"

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

The puppet flicked twice after landing on the ground, split into two as if splitting open, and then turned into four again, and continued to let out weird laughter of "Jie Jie Jie" with its mouth open.

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

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

Albert took out his pocket watch and checked the time. Although he disliked the speed of gathering monsters 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.

Gather monsters, eliminate them, gather monsters again, eliminate them again, and repeated several times, Albert completely wiped out all the corpses in the village.

If it was replaced by other association members to clean up the village, it would probably need to push forward slowly against the bad environment.

"This is probably the benefit of having power!"

After sighing in his heart, Albert returned his attention to the village in front of him.

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

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

wrong!

and many more!

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

What is wrong?

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

The warning lights are still on, which means there are still enemies around.

The Yin Corpse hadn't been cleaned up, or... and the mission called "Liberation" hadn't been completed.

"There is still something unknown here." Albert stared at the direction pointed by the pocket watch 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 the task was probably what it was about.

"Go and have a look, 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 towards the 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.

It felt a little familiar, it was... a dementor.

That's right, Dementors.

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

They felt similarly when they went to Azkaban to rescue the poor people who had been captured.

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 smashed by the spell, Albert finally saw the terrible 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 cocoon of black mist, 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 back and opened the 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 probably "hatching" offspring.

How these monsters reproduced, there was no relevant record in the extensive books he had 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?
Now that I have encountered it, I can't let it go, and it seems to be related to my panel task.

Burn them directly with Fiercefire?

But can Fiendfire really burn the black cocoon wrapped together like countless dementors?
After hesitating for a moment, Albert finally did not try to use Fiendfyre first, but raised his wand and pointed forward to cast the Patronus Charm.

The white light that suddenly bloomed from the light ball condensed by the patron saint directly enveloped 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 balls 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.

That 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. Their faces are extremely hideous, and they look like they are enduring some kind of great pain.

For a moment, 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 fog that enveloped the village is gradually receding, although it may take a long time to return to normal.

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

(End of this chapter)