Chapter 627 Chapter 29 The Disaster of Rats
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 627 Chapter 29 The Disaster of the Rat Tide
"...Peter!"
Dumbledore looked at the wizard who had changed his appearance not far away with a complicated expression. After sighing lightly, he raised his wand and moved towards the opponent's position.
"What sound?" Fudge looked warily at Wormtail's appearance after the mutation. He was originally walking behind Dumbledore, but suddenly he seemed to hear some sound, and then stopped in place.
Not only him, but everyone else heard it too.
Creak, the sound of some gravel colliding... very dense and getting louder.
Gradually the entire sand dune began to collapse and flow, dust splashed...
Everyone has seen the culprit that caused this change——
Endless black mice came out from all directions of the cave, and those sand dunes became their cover instead...
These mice, which looked very abnormal at first glance, were constantly flying towards them.
Densely packed... like a sea tide.
However, the rest of the wizards did not dare to underestimate these things.
They are full of fangs, and the black fur body is covered with granulation and cysts. As they continue to attack, the pus on these mice splashes everywhere...
The dark-brown liquid was scattered randomly, falling on the other mice... causing them to mutate again.
Fudge saw with his own eyes that a mouse would grow from the size of a palm...into the size of a truck in just two or three seconds, and then burst apart suddenly, releasing more hairless gray wrinkled mice.
These little things then mutated crazily in this wave, transforming...
So down...it's endless.
Even with fire, even with the Fierce Fyer curse... it seems hard to get rid of it.
No one wanted these rats to get close to them, and they knew with their toes that the pus on these rats didn't just infect rats.
And it's this new type of magic.
Everyone looked at the unconscious Mad-Eye Moody, and the doubts in their hearts became heavier.
Wormtail on the other hand,
That is, the unlucky guy who was bent over by Voldemort in some way was holding up his wand to command the army of rats, trying to drown all the wizards present.
With just one move of his hand, the densely packed rats on the ground screamed crazily, soaring straight up into the sky, forming a giant pillar of 'rats', smashing down from the sky...
Although they dispersed halfway, they fell like raindrops.
Even if you don't have to think about it, you know that the other party wants to use this thing to infect them.
Dumbledore strode forward, he waved his wand,
It shot out streaks of yellow-gray light, and all the mice that were swept... were instantly petrified in place, and froze immediately.
He walked against the tide, holding a magic wand to split the tide of rats in front of him, and kept approaching Peter Pettigrew, who had changed greatly.
Seeing Dumbledore approaching him constantly, Peter Pettigrew...that is, the monster with the red skull was obviously frightened.
He waved his wand, chanting the incantation loudly and urgently.
The rats all around him gathered on him.
Gathered into a dense ball of giant rats, rolling on the ground.
The black rats above were constantly wriggling, shuttling back and forth among the group of rats.
There was a horrific cry of pain,
"Fractured!"
Dumbledore's spell struck directly, and the mice were blown to pieces and scattered in all directions.
He then waved his wand again, the pus splashed, and the black rotten flesh stagnated in the air, and was easily thrown to other places by the old bee.
The giant ball of mice spread out, and after disintegrating,
They saw that Wormtail's body...had become riddled with holes, the robe was ragged and stripped, and under that layer of black robe was a bloody corpse.
It was originally infiltrating... the red skull head covered with only a layer of skin, now it looks even more like an ogre.
There was a big hole directly on the left cheek, and the black mouse was coming in and out of it, and it was still biting the flesh there.
As for the chest... Not to mention, many little mice just walked through it like that.
"Dumbledore!"
Fudge and other Auror strikers, as well as Aha Said, Akinbad and others also came one by one, and they just caught up with this change.
They looked at all this and gasped lightly.
"do not go!"
Just when Fudge was extremely disappointed and wanted to see if there were any clues on Wormtail to continue the operation.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to prevent everyone from approaching.
"Don't go!" His face was very serious.
"What?" asked Agilbert Vonnart.
But before the words fell, Wormtail, who everyone thought had been completely chilled, came back to life.
There was a strange rustling noise coming from him.
Instead, those mice seemed to have become his body.
His jaw dropped directly, his mouth widened sluggishly, and the rats came out of his trachea.
Two pairs of closed eyes opened again.
It exudes a stunning black light, and there are two streaks of red light jumping inside.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Qiao Guohua yelled in displeasure. With a wave of his hand, several translucent sword-shaped light beams that were originally invisible behind him... directly flew towards them.
cucu——
After a few bangs, those swords directly pierced Wormtail's body.
Qiao Guohua clenched his fist hard and swung it.
The wrecked body of Wormtail... was torn to pieces.
The head of the red skull, and the wrecked body carrying countless rats, split apart in mid-air... and scattered in all directions.
"Joe! You're so impulsive..."
Fudge looked at all this regretfully and angrily, and there was some reproach in his words.
"We should keep him alive and torture him... where did Voldemort go?"
"He's not quite dead, sir. The thing's life is still burning..."
Instead, Akinbad stopped Fudge, and directly stated his own completely different conclusion.
"How is it possible that he...no matter what it is, broken like that...can it put itself back together and come back to life? Even Voldemort can't help...in this case, suddenly come back to life."
Fudge is now disappointed and unhappy, and no matter what he says, it seems like a firecracker.
"No no...look behind you...Connelly!"
Scrimgeour was so surprised that he couldn't even finish his sentence.
The rats were gathering, the pus was rising, the flesh of the rats was melting and deforming... In a short moment, around the place where the wreckage of Wormtail fell, several identical Wormtails with red skull heads appeared.
They are all the same appearances that are full of bones and rats.
They twisted their necks, as if they were not used to their new bodies.
These monsters... are naked and ugly, and rats are crawling around in the densely packed strange holes on their bodies, squeaking and screaming.
"Damn it, what the hell is this!" screamed Jessica Gray, who was clearly taken aback by the disgusting scene.
Monsters, that is, the kind of things formed by Wormtail, after they were stunned for a while, they seemed to have adapted to the new life,
They turned their heads and stared at the group of wizards with their pitch-black eyeballs with a vertical red line.
then,
They all opened their mouths and roared loudly, and they fell to the ground and rushed directly towards the crowd.
The swarm of rats followed behind him even more frantically, constantly flying towards him.
"Frozen—"
The Auror strikers here would not dare to use any impact spells. If one mouse is severed, it means that two mice, or more mice, will be produced.
Even the flames are not very effective, because the scorching temperature makes these mice explode automatically,
Like a biochemical weapon, it exploded continuously, and the pus splashed everywhere...
One Auror striker was inadvertently contaminated with that ichor.
Then in a short period of time, that person directly grew black hair and a mouse tail in the crowd, and in a short period of time, he became a half-rat, half-human guy.
He began to drop his wand, waving his claws and attacking everyone.
Moreover, various pustules began to bulge on his body, pus sprayed continuously, and some small mice were directly formed in his body.
Finally, under the siege of the crowd, his figure swelled rapidly, as if he was about to explode.
Most people don't have time to react at all.
Only when Dumbledore waved his wand and directly used a freezing spell, freezing it into a big ice lump, could the disaster be avoided.
And this also reminded everyone, it seems that everyone began to use low temperature, freezing spells... to attack and limit these rat hordes.
The ground, which was originally sandy soil before, gradually froze as everyone cast spells, and a thick layer of ice formed, freezing the sand on the bottom layer.
So a strange style of painting suddenly appeared in this venue.
The deserted sand dunes were frozen into a thick layer of ice, and there were rat swarms whose flesh and blood were melting and disintegrating.
Sand and ice fields, rat tides and caves...flesh and pus, black and yellow...are condensed into ice sculptures of various shapes and colors.
And Dumbledore was dealing with... the wreckage of Wormtail turned into strange monsters.
This kind of thing doesn't work just by freezing spells.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and directly emitted a gray light that looked extremely evil.
All the mice that were hit, or those wreckages turned into mummies, gradually withered... all water was squeezed dry.
Like, like a mummy.
Just like that... This kind of monster that can be resurrected continuously has its resurrection ability cleverly restricted, one after another froze, and one by one stood in place... it became like a real corpse.
until the last wreckage was reached.
It seems to be triggered by something, or what wisdom does this monster have, and the consciousness of thinking ability is average.
It no longer maintains its original shape,
The wreckage gradually swelled up, and his back was directly opened... Several flesh-like tentacles were flying and swaying in mid-air indiscriminately.
Supporting it directly 'float' to mid-air.
Those tentacles kept inserting into the frozen mouse, absorbing its vitality.
And the curse of Dumbledore or others can only temporarily stop this process.
This monster is still growing, growing toward maturity.
Tentacles of flesh and blood flew all over the sky, attacking everyone.
Among them, Dumbledore is the closest and faces the greatest pressure.
Those tentacles opened their teeth and claws, almost enveloping him.
The other people behind him couldn't even see his figure, and his whole body was submerged in those tentacles.
It’s fine if it’s just some tentacles, but it’s covered with extremely suspicious pustules, no one dares to let this kind of thing get close to him…
What's more, those pustules... are always bursting, pus splashing everywhere.
It's disgusting, and no one wants to test themselves to see if they're immune to that cursed infection.
"Avada Suo Life Curse!"
green light flashes,
The flying tentacles stopped in mid-air.
Dumbledore was actually forced to use the Killing Curse directly.
But even so... it only crushed a certain part of Wormtail, and most of the tentacles close to Dumbledore froze and fell to the ground.
And those who surrounded and attacked Fudge and the others were like a tree, which split and broke free from the main body, directly inserted into the frozen wasteland on the ground, growing rapidly from all directions,
They turned into strange species of all shapes and sizes.
Most of them present a chaotic form.
A mixture of mice, fish, birds... people, vine-like plants... are constantly disintegrating and reorganizing.
"Moody!"
Scrimgeour, who was originally protecting Mad-Eye Moody, began to shout loudly, reminding everyone.
The others turned their heads and saw that two or three blood-colored vines were dragging Moody to the rear, quickly moving away from the wizards.
It seemed Voldemort's goal had always been Moody.
The current situation of Mad-Eye...is indeed of great research value.
Everyone also reacted immediately.
They hastily cast all kinds of magic in an attempt to cut off those tentacles and vines.
Among them, Aha Said, the Egyptian wizard summoned the skeleton guards again, and with Qiao Guohua's huge golden god, he barely stopped the tentacles and vines and took Moody's away.
After that, Dumbledore returned to the crowd. He didn't know what he found on the remains of Wormtail, and he came directly to Aha Said and Akinbad.
Whisper something to them.
The two were incredible, and everyone was very curious about it.
In the end, when the others were eliminated and tried to suppress the growth of flesh and blood tentacles,
The two of them worked together and cast a spell.
Not some modern type of magic spell.
As if Dumbledore had been prepared for a long time, he kept digging out some golden gravel from his pocket, shriveled lizards, snake fangs, mummy's yellow and old mottled bandages...finger bones...
As the incantation sounded, the magic wand flashed... These materials gradually turned into piles of ashes in the hands of Aha and Akinbad.
In the end, a bottomless crack opened directly on the ground.
A dark green wind swept through it.
After countless translucent ghosts swept past, everyone seemed to see a ghost in the shape of a wormtail being carried into it.
--Do not!
After a piercing scream.
Everything, the flesh, the pus, the tentacles... the disgusting rats in the ice cap were reduced to ashes.
This nightmare is finally over for the time being.
(End of this chapter)
"...Peter!"
Dumbledore looked at the wizard who had changed his appearance not far away with a complicated expression. After sighing lightly, he raised his wand and moved towards the opponent's position.
"What sound?" Fudge looked warily at Wormtail's appearance after the mutation. He was originally walking behind Dumbledore, but suddenly he seemed to hear some sound, and then stopped in place.
Not only him, but everyone else heard it too.
Creak, the sound of some gravel colliding... very dense and getting louder.
Gradually the entire sand dune began to collapse and flow, dust splashed...
Everyone has seen the culprit that caused this change——
Endless black mice came out from all directions of the cave, and those sand dunes became their cover instead...
These mice, which looked very abnormal at first glance, were constantly flying towards them.
Densely packed... like a sea tide.
However, the rest of the wizards did not dare to underestimate these things.
They are full of fangs, and the black fur body is covered with granulation and cysts. As they continue to attack, the pus on these mice splashes everywhere...
The dark-brown liquid was scattered randomly, falling on the other mice... causing them to mutate again.
Fudge saw with his own eyes that a mouse would grow from the size of a palm...into the size of a truck in just two or three seconds, and then burst apart suddenly, releasing more hairless gray wrinkled mice.
These little things then mutated crazily in this wave, transforming...
So down...it's endless.
Even with fire, even with the Fierce Fyer curse... it seems hard to get rid of it.
No one wanted these rats to get close to them, and they knew with their toes that the pus on these rats didn't just infect rats.
And it's this new type of magic.
Everyone looked at the unconscious Mad-Eye Moody, and the doubts in their hearts became heavier.
Wormtail on the other hand,
That is, the unlucky guy who was bent over by Voldemort in some way was holding up his wand to command the army of rats, trying to drown all the wizards present.
With just one move of his hand, the densely packed rats on the ground screamed crazily, soaring straight up into the sky, forming a giant pillar of 'rats', smashing down from the sky...
Although they dispersed halfway, they fell like raindrops.
Even if you don't have to think about it, you know that the other party wants to use this thing to infect them.
Dumbledore strode forward, he waved his wand,
It shot out streaks of yellow-gray light, and all the mice that were swept... were instantly petrified in place, and froze immediately.
He walked against the tide, holding a magic wand to split the tide of rats in front of him, and kept approaching Peter Pettigrew, who had changed greatly.
Seeing Dumbledore approaching him constantly, Peter Pettigrew...that is, the monster with the red skull was obviously frightened.
He waved his wand, chanting the incantation loudly and urgently.
The rats all around him gathered on him.
Gathered into a dense ball of giant rats, rolling on the ground.
The black rats above were constantly wriggling, shuttling back and forth among the group of rats.
There was a horrific cry of pain,
"Fractured!"
Dumbledore's spell struck directly, and the mice were blown to pieces and scattered in all directions.
He then waved his wand again, the pus splashed, and the black rotten flesh stagnated in the air, and was easily thrown to other places by the old bee.
The giant ball of mice spread out, and after disintegrating,
They saw that Wormtail's body...had become riddled with holes, the robe was ragged and stripped, and under that layer of black robe was a bloody corpse.
It was originally infiltrating... the red skull head covered with only a layer of skin, now it looks even more like an ogre.
There was a big hole directly on the left cheek, and the black mouse was coming in and out of it, and it was still biting the flesh there.
As for the chest... Not to mention, many little mice just walked through it like that.
"Dumbledore!"
Fudge and other Auror strikers, as well as Aha Said, Akinbad and others also came one by one, and they just caught up with this change.
They looked at all this and gasped lightly.
"do not go!"
Just when Fudge was extremely disappointed and wanted to see if there were any clues on Wormtail to continue the operation.
Dumbledore stretched out his hand to prevent everyone from approaching.
"Don't go!" His face was very serious.
"What?" asked Agilbert Vonnart.
But before the words fell, Wormtail, who everyone thought had been completely chilled, came back to life.
There was a strange rustling noise coming from him.
Instead, those mice seemed to have become his body.
His jaw dropped directly, his mouth widened sluggishly, and the rats came out of his trachea.
Two pairs of closed eyes opened again.
It exudes a stunning black light, and there are two streaks of red light jumping inside.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Qiao Guohua yelled in displeasure. With a wave of his hand, several translucent sword-shaped light beams that were originally invisible behind him... directly flew towards them.
cucu——
After a few bangs, those swords directly pierced Wormtail's body.
Qiao Guohua clenched his fist hard and swung it.
The wrecked body of Wormtail... was torn to pieces.
The head of the red skull, and the wrecked body carrying countless rats, split apart in mid-air... and scattered in all directions.
"Joe! You're so impulsive..."
Fudge looked at all this regretfully and angrily, and there was some reproach in his words.
"We should keep him alive and torture him... where did Voldemort go?"
"He's not quite dead, sir. The thing's life is still burning..."
Instead, Akinbad stopped Fudge, and directly stated his own completely different conclusion.
"How is it possible that he...no matter what it is, broken like that...can it put itself back together and come back to life? Even Voldemort can't help...in this case, suddenly come back to life."
Fudge is now disappointed and unhappy, and no matter what he says, it seems like a firecracker.
"No no...look behind you...Connelly!"
Scrimgeour was so surprised that he couldn't even finish his sentence.
The rats were gathering, the pus was rising, the flesh of the rats was melting and deforming... In a short moment, around the place where the wreckage of Wormtail fell, several identical Wormtails with red skull heads appeared.
They are all the same appearances that are full of bones and rats.
They twisted their necks, as if they were not used to their new bodies.
These monsters... are naked and ugly, and rats are crawling around in the densely packed strange holes on their bodies, squeaking and screaming.
"Damn it, what the hell is this!" screamed Jessica Gray, who was clearly taken aback by the disgusting scene.
Monsters, that is, the kind of things formed by Wormtail, after they were stunned for a while, they seemed to have adapted to the new life,
They turned their heads and stared at the group of wizards with their pitch-black eyeballs with a vertical red line.
then,
They all opened their mouths and roared loudly, and they fell to the ground and rushed directly towards the crowd.
The swarm of rats followed behind him even more frantically, constantly flying towards him.
"Frozen—"
The Auror strikers here would not dare to use any impact spells. If one mouse is severed, it means that two mice, or more mice, will be produced.
Even the flames are not very effective, because the scorching temperature makes these mice explode automatically,
Like a biochemical weapon, it exploded continuously, and the pus splashed everywhere...
One Auror striker was inadvertently contaminated with that ichor.
Then in a short period of time, that person directly grew black hair and a mouse tail in the crowd, and in a short period of time, he became a half-rat, half-human guy.
He began to drop his wand, waving his claws and attacking everyone.
Moreover, various pustules began to bulge on his body, pus sprayed continuously, and some small mice were directly formed in his body.
Finally, under the siege of the crowd, his figure swelled rapidly, as if he was about to explode.
Most people don't have time to react at all.
Only when Dumbledore waved his wand and directly used a freezing spell, freezing it into a big ice lump, could the disaster be avoided.
And this also reminded everyone, it seems that everyone began to use low temperature, freezing spells... to attack and limit these rat hordes.
The ground, which was originally sandy soil before, gradually froze as everyone cast spells, and a thick layer of ice formed, freezing the sand on the bottom layer.
So a strange style of painting suddenly appeared in this venue.
The deserted sand dunes were frozen into a thick layer of ice, and there were rat swarms whose flesh and blood were melting and disintegrating.
Sand and ice fields, rat tides and caves...flesh and pus, black and yellow...are condensed into ice sculptures of various shapes and colors.
And Dumbledore was dealing with... the wreckage of Wormtail turned into strange monsters.
This kind of thing doesn't work just by freezing spells.
Dumbledore waved his wand, and directly emitted a gray light that looked extremely evil.
All the mice that were hit, or those wreckages turned into mummies, gradually withered... all water was squeezed dry.
Like, like a mummy.
Just like that... This kind of monster that can be resurrected continuously has its resurrection ability cleverly restricted, one after another froze, and one by one stood in place... it became like a real corpse.
until the last wreckage was reached.
It seems to be triggered by something, or what wisdom does this monster have, and the consciousness of thinking ability is average.
It no longer maintains its original shape,
The wreckage gradually swelled up, and his back was directly opened... Several flesh-like tentacles were flying and swaying in mid-air indiscriminately.
Supporting it directly 'float' to mid-air.
Those tentacles kept inserting into the frozen mouse, absorbing its vitality.
And the curse of Dumbledore or others can only temporarily stop this process.
This monster is still growing, growing toward maturity.
Tentacles of flesh and blood flew all over the sky, attacking everyone.
Among them, Dumbledore is the closest and faces the greatest pressure.
Those tentacles opened their teeth and claws, almost enveloping him.
The other people behind him couldn't even see his figure, and his whole body was submerged in those tentacles.
It’s fine if it’s just some tentacles, but it’s covered with extremely suspicious pustules, no one dares to let this kind of thing get close to him…
What's more, those pustules... are always bursting, pus splashing everywhere.
It's disgusting, and no one wants to test themselves to see if they're immune to that cursed infection.
"Avada Suo Life Curse!"
green light flashes,
The flying tentacles stopped in mid-air.
Dumbledore was actually forced to use the Killing Curse directly.
But even so... it only crushed a certain part of Wormtail, and most of the tentacles close to Dumbledore froze and fell to the ground.
And those who surrounded and attacked Fudge and the others were like a tree, which split and broke free from the main body, directly inserted into the frozen wasteland on the ground, growing rapidly from all directions,
They turned into strange species of all shapes and sizes.
Most of them present a chaotic form.
A mixture of mice, fish, birds... people, vine-like plants... are constantly disintegrating and reorganizing.
"Moody!"
Scrimgeour, who was originally protecting Mad-Eye Moody, began to shout loudly, reminding everyone.
The others turned their heads and saw that two or three blood-colored vines were dragging Moody to the rear, quickly moving away from the wizards.
It seemed Voldemort's goal had always been Moody.
The current situation of Mad-Eye...is indeed of great research value.
Everyone also reacted immediately.
They hastily cast all kinds of magic in an attempt to cut off those tentacles and vines.
Among them, Aha Said, the Egyptian wizard summoned the skeleton guards again, and with Qiao Guohua's huge golden god, he barely stopped the tentacles and vines and took Moody's away.
After that, Dumbledore returned to the crowd. He didn't know what he found on the remains of Wormtail, and he came directly to Aha Said and Akinbad.
Whisper something to them.
The two were incredible, and everyone was very curious about it.
In the end, when the others were eliminated and tried to suppress the growth of flesh and blood tentacles,
The two of them worked together and cast a spell.
Not some modern type of magic spell.
As if Dumbledore had been prepared for a long time, he kept digging out some golden gravel from his pocket, shriveled lizards, snake fangs, mummy's yellow and old mottled bandages...finger bones...
As the incantation sounded, the magic wand flashed... These materials gradually turned into piles of ashes in the hands of Aha and Akinbad.
In the end, a bottomless crack opened directly on the ground.
A dark green wind swept through it.
After countless translucent ghosts swept past, everyone seemed to see a ghost in the shape of a wormtail being carried into it.
--Do not!
After a piercing scream.
Everything, the flesh, the pus, the tentacles... the disgusting rats in the ice cap were reduced to ashes.
This nightmare is finally over for the time being.
(End of this chapter)
