A Hogwarts Esoteric Leader

The situation was imminent, but Unieff did not cast the spell immediately.

He was in such a state of indifference that he felt that a second could be extended indefinitely, even though reason told him it was impossible.

But before he started, he still wanted to ask a question.

So he asked quietly, "What are you looking for? So crazy?"

The foam-like faces in front of them twisted and giggled, and said in a language that only they and Unieff could understand: "Redemption, oblivion, death."

"Redemption? Oblivion? Death? Are you dead yet?"

The Dementors, however, stopped answering his questions, as if they felt they could get what they wanted on their own.

This kind of self-confidence does not know where it comes from, to know that the reason why they have become what they are now is obviously because of his initiative.

Thinking about it this way, he seemed too insecure.

Gee.

Without any hesitation, he waved his staff into a circle and chanted the incantation: Calling God Guard)!"

There is no need to deliberately recall, any remaining memory is the matrix that constitutes him, and it is himself.

The most recent picture emerges:

[The clouds are fluttering, the sun is shining, and behind him is the crazy scene caused by the Super Restoration Charm. He was about to explain everything to Ms. Garrel, but Ms. Garrel interrupted with a cross-handed hand and asked me if I left anything troublesome. 】

[He believed that, no matter who he was or what he was, Lady Garrel would be on his side. 】

The bad memory is just a little touch, and it is completely defeated.

He wouldn't have any guilt if it wasn't for Ms. Garrel's teaching.

With this memory occupying Yunefo's mind almost constantly, a large cloud of silver-white blurred mist was sprayed from the tip of the ebony wand, and from this blurred mist, a silver-white figure walked out.

Nearly perfect bare feet, the muscles and bones at the wrists and ankles sag wonderfully, and the tendons extend clearly to the slightly bulging calf muscles, and above the equally delicate knees are the more robust thighs.

Ignoring the indescribable parts are the slightly concave six abdominal muscles, and the straight sternum wrapped in flesh, the strong and slightly raised muscles of the two arms, and the delicate bone tube at the wrist. , he clenched his fist, his knuckles protruding like bullet casings.

Finally, on the slender shoulders and neck, is a face that is symmetrical with Unieff.

The eyebrows are neat, the bones are straight, the flesh is firm, and there is a slight sense of alienation.

He only opened his left eye, while his right eye closed naturally, as if controlled by different brain regions.

And with his appearance, the dementors surrounding him were swept away violently, like a bone-grey lotus flower in full bloom.

However, those dementors didn't give up, although his light was infinitely brighter than Yinyan's, they obviously didn't have eyes, or they were overwhelmed by the desire to chase something, or maybe he was exactly what they were after. of something.

And the experience of defeating the Patronus once also made them more confident.

They attacked in groups like tumbling waves, and immediately flew out backwards, and in this scene, Unieff and the self in the state of the patron saint faced each other.

A very strange vision suddenly appeared.

i.e. saw myself.

This is somewhat similar to looking at a mirror, but it goes a step further, because what he sees is not only the appearance of his own flesh and blood, but also the fleeting thoughts and thoughts in his skull.

However, this was not a good experience. Those eyes were as sharp as a knife to peel off the skin. In this case, he couldn't hide any private corners, which made him know himself better than any moment, and hate himself more than any moment.

Especially some secret desires that have been born from his heart recently, those desires that he thinks are shameless and secretly attracted to.

"Why did you close your right eye?" Unieff asked, trying to replace shame with questioning.

And this sound echoed in his own ventricle along a channel of the soul, and went out to his eardrum along the ventricle.

In the next moment, he was a little horrified to find that he had closed his left eye at some point.

It is in mirror image opposition to the Patronus.

He instinctively wanted to open it.

An astonishingly sharp as shattered glass and a dazzling blade pierced into his eye socket, pierced through the aqueous humor, lens and vitreous body of the eye all the way into the pupil, followed by the optic nerve all the way to the end, and then the sharpness went crazy in the brain. Stirring, whether gray matter or white matter, in short, all brain tissues are smashed into pieces, any complete thought is neatly cut into eight parts, and then the eight corpses of the thought are moved towards the indescribable. fell into the deep hole.

This inexhaustible pain made Yune Buddha's jaws split, and he wished that he could smash his skull with a hammer to end his own life.

It all happened in his eyes with great clarity, he felt it himself, and the audience saw it, which kept him from losing his mind, but caused him to sink into a deeper pain.

It was as if he was staring in the mirror and watched his hand hold a hammer and drive a nail into the eyes that were watching this scene.

And with this **** pain, the eyes were opened, yes ~www.novelmt.com~ not so much as opening, but opening, indifferently, ruthlessly, unkindly, like a key opening a lock.

What kind of eye is that?

White sclera, two layers of pupils, the outer pupil is a dark green tree, with a circle of complex runes slightly light green on it, and the inner side is flowing with wine-like viscous blood, a sweet smell permeates the in the air.

It was his realistic left eye, casting a bloody, stinging light.

And the right eye of the patron saint also opened, the right eye in the form of a night watchman, casting a silver-white calm light.

The two eyes met immediately.

Just heard a bang, as if something was completely broken.

A beam of pure white light suddenly ripped apart the turbulent dark clouds, and suddenly fell from the sky, just as the dementors shouted loudly, as if wild and dangerous like moths, they plunged into the pure white beam of light, followed by flying like a fly. The moths burn like ashes on the fire.

Nonetheless, the Dementors swooped in one after the other, disappearing in no time.

The valley was completely silent, if it weren't for the dark little lake breathing quietly there, the waves of breathing sounded like a gurgling guttural sound in my ears——

If they were looking for total death, then they might have achieved their long-cherished wish.

The news of the system is also one after another, but Yunefu's mind is blank.

who I am?

where am I?

What am I doing?

Even such a basic idea is not there, or it has been cut into eight paragraphs long ago.

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