Chapter 1188
Devina thought that what had happened to her tonight was truly thrilling, even more so than the night she and her brother had fled from Greyback and the Death Eaters.
It wasn't clear why the group had chosen to settle in a chapel, but Devina had a vague sense that they seemed to be waiting for something, maybe people, maybe some news.
After Derek was knocked unconscious by a slap for insulting words, the flame of hope surging in Devina's heart began to slowly extinguish...... Until the door of the church was pushed open.
It was five people in black robes who couldn't see their faces clearly. Familiar with wizarding style, Devina could tell at a glance that they were all wizards—after all, they both had a small stick in their hands.
The group entered the church without saying a word, and without seeing any movement from them, the door of the church quickly closed again with a dull sound.
"Ladies and gentlemen, can you tell me who you are?"
Paul was alone in the church, at least in Devina's sight.
After asking with a solemn face, Paul received no answer...... Of course, it could not be said that there was nothing at all, and a purple spell struck him at great speed, knocking him into the high cross and imprisoning him.
It's a compound spell, a very clever spell caster.
After seeing the 500, Divina immediately judged that the strength of this wizard who made the move was quite superb.
Two effects are attached to a single spell release, which is an extremely advanced skill. Ever since she showed her talent for spellcasting, Cheetos had been giving her magic lessons for a few years, and although most of them were theoretical, they had also greatly broadened her horizons.
It's no exaggeration to say that this wizard who has shown great spell-casting skills as soon as he strikes is good enough to teach Charms at any magic school.
Just as Devina was about to raise a voice to warn the wizards that there were others who had not yet appeared, these wizards suddenly disappeared in perfect harmony......
Everything in the church suddenly seemed to be pulled in some way, and it slammed into the place where the wizards had just stood.
The benches, the candlesticks on the walls, some loose bricks, and a large pile of debris crashed together with a loud noise.
The wizards reappeared in all corners of the church, apparently having had no effect from the surprise attack just now.
Devina closed her half-open mouth, and she didn't think the wizards needed any help from her. Derek was also woken up by the loud noise, and was looking at the large mass of garbage in the center of the church with a shocked expression.
"What's going on?" he said, looking at Devina.
"The wizard is coming. She whispered, "Don't speak." "
The siblings' movements were quite conspicuous, after all, everything around them had been pulled into the huge mass of garbage.
The wizards didn't move, they didn't speak, they just stood silently as if they couldn't see the werewolf brothers and sisters.
"Ahem—" Paul finally relented, and he said with difficulty as he was imprisoned on the cross, "May we talk?"
No one responded to him.
Paul didn't care, and he continued:
"The two holy vessels were returned to us, and you and the common people invited us to participate in the meeting through formal channels...... Ahem, we can dismiss Cardinal Cavinstoon. "
Still no one paid any attention to him.
Four of the five wizards remained still, and the one who had struck first had reached out his wand and pointed at Derek and Devina.
The siblings regained their freedom of movement.
The leading wizard came up to them and took out an ordinary handkerchief and handed it to Devina.
"Doorkey?"
The wizard didn't speak, just looked at her.
The little girl didn't care, she grabbed one horn herself, and the other horn was pinched by Derek's hand, and after five seconds the two disappeared in place.
The wizard finally looked up at Paul, who was imprisoned on the cross.
"Can we talk now?" Paul had given up struggling, knowing that it would be extremely difficult for him to break free without the help of others.
"You seem to have made a mistake. The wizard finally spoke, "We're just here on a mission, and you want to negotiate, and you've got the wrong person." "
With that, he flicked his robe and turned away, ready to join the other vigilant wizards. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)
"Have you forgotten what this is (cdaj)?" said Paul's grim expression, "The church is not something you wizards can come and go whenever they want. "
As soon as Paul finished speaking, the church suddenly became bright.
The light is bright, but not harsh. As the light slowly dimmed, four figures in red burqas appeared, along with Paul's companions.
The wizards did not act rashly, but put on a posture and carefully observed the situation.
"Selwyn?"
"The Inquisition?"
"It seems that this time I have found the right master. "
One of the four men in a red burqa took two steps forward.
"Don't be so vigilant," he says, "just in case." "
"My name is Jameson, an insignificant little person," Jameson smiled gently, looking quite infectious, but none of the wizards present were moved.
"We're not here for conflict. If we can, we'd prefer to have a conversation. "
Inquisitor Jameson was very friendly and made it clear that he did not want conflict, but his remarks did not have the desired effect.
Wizards are as unmoved as stones.
"Selwyn guys, aren't you going to say something?"
Jameson's left hand was raised to his abdomen, holding a statue of an angel hanging there. It was a pendant, tied by a white ribbon, apparently a special item with some kind of magical ability.
"As I said, you're looking for the wrong person to negotiate. The leading wizard was still in a position, looking ready to strike at any moment.
"Of course, we're just talking, and we know that to each other. Jameson, still holding the sculpture, said in a rather regretful tone, "So...... Looks like we're still going to have to fight. "
As soon as the words fell, the church suddenly lit up. If an unsuspecting Muggle passes by at this time, you might even think it's a nightclub disguised as a church.
All kinds of magic shined, and the first to go out were the knights. Except for Paul, who was still imprisoned on the cross, his team members were cleared of the face – physically.
These knights of good strength seem to be isolated from the real world, and they are all in slow motion: slowly raising their arms, slowly throwing themselves to the side, and ...... Slowly falling apart.
Paul on the cross watched this horrific scene happen, but could not do anything about it. His teammates were like rotten pieces of broken log, blackened, cracked, and then shattered to the ground.
Paul could see clearly that it was a wizard who had been leaning against the wall, and that the wizard had turned into a black mist and was entangled with an inquisitor.
Surprisingly, the Inquisitor and the leader of the wizards did not make a move.
At least for now.
"Your people shouldn't be doing that. Jameson frowned, "Without dead people, the conflict would not have intensified." Are you deliberately provoking war with us? You know, we have been very restrained, and we are willing to talk to you even when a bishop has died. "
He was greeted by a dazzling green light.
