Chapter 185 Dormammu
The camp was in chaos at this time.
Screams, crying, and the sound of chaotic footsteps blended into one.
Hephes flew high into the sky and looked down.
In the chaotic crowd not far away, a group of figures with hoods on their heads and masks on their faces were moving among the crowd.
They waved their wands wantonly and released all kinds of spells at the people around them.
The lights were flying all over the night sky.
Faced with this sudden attack, the wizards in the camp were like frightened birds.
He didn't even have the thought of taking out his wand and resisting.
Those who were able to perform the art of apparition had already fled.
No, I just keep running.
The camp of tens of thousands of wizards seemed so fragile at this moment.
They were forced to flee in panic by the attackers, who numbered no more than a hundred.
Many people have even fallen to the ground, and their lives or deaths are unknown.
Hephis did not make any move, but just watched quietly in the air.
He could see that these troublesome wizards were not actually very strong, just of average level.
But the wizards in the camp didn't even take out their wands and didn't know how to resist. They were just a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Not only that, the few people in the British Ministry of Magic were fighting hard.
But those panicked people not only did not help, but instead rushed towards the people from the Ministry of Magic like headless flies.
This caused them to be hesitant and unable to organize an effective counterattack.
Chaos spread like a plague.
More and more wizards joined the ranks of the attackers.
They seemed to be infected and vented the anger in their hearts.
Flames were everywhere and countless tents were burning.
Screams rose one after another, echoing throughout the night sky.
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the forest.
"The bones reappear!"
A huge object shining with green light flew into the sky from the woods.
It was a gigantic skeleton, with a giant python coming out of its mouth like a tongue.
The attackers seemed to have received some signal.
They became even crazier, and countless green lights shot out from their wands.
The people around were also terrified and fled even more frantically.
Hephes looked at the skeleton in the air thoughtfully.
That was the Dark Mark, when Voldemort or his Death Eaters killed people.
They would launch this sign into the air to create panic.
A black hole space appeared behind Hephis, and hundreds of shadow soldiers walked out of it.
He waved his hand gently, and the shadow soldiers rushed towards the attackers.
The fleeing crowd gradually stopped and looked at the scene in astonishment.
Although there were only hundreds of those shadow warriors.
But they appear suddenly at any location like ghosts.
The attackers were unable to hit them at all and could only passively defend against the attacks of the black shadows, which were even difficult to resist.
"Raise your wands."
"Raise your wands."
"Raise your wands."
Hephaestus' voice echoed in the sky.
Waves of magical power emanated from him invisibly.
He flew above the crowd and pointed at the attackers.
"Put aside your pathetic fears, those attackers are just wizards like you."
"Why are you running away? Why do you need to run away?"
"Get out your wands!"
"Raise your wands."
"Confront your attacker."
"Fight them, defeat them, kill them."
Hephes' voice was like the whisper of a devil, ringing in everyone's ears.
The fleeing wizards seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and they all raised their wands and pointed them at the attackers.
For a moment, all kinds of spells intertwined into a web, covering the entire battlefield.
Life magic, auxiliary magic, attack magic, and even defense magic were also thrown in the direction of the attacker.
However, many people's aim was terrible, and some spells were even shot into the air.
Fortunately, their numbers were large enough and the attackers were caught off guard and unable to dodge.
Except for a few lucky ones, most of the attackers fell to the ground in various ways.
However, the second round of attacks also began, and those lucky few could not escape the fate of being knocked down.
All the attackers fell to the ground.
The camp fell into silence.
The wizards first looked at each other and the people around them.
Then they all raised their heads at the same time and looked at the figure floating in the air.
Hephes waved his hand again, and a milky white dragon sixty feet long flew out of his body.
The dragon pounced on the Dark Mark and tore it into pieces with just one claw.
The milky white light from its body directly illuminated the entire sky, making it as bright as day.
The roar of the dragon resounded through the sky.
Hephaestus waved his hand again, and the unicorn's unique platinum light sprinkled from his hand.
The platinum light watered the earth like raindrops.
Those who were knocked to the ground by the attackers also slowly woke up.
They looked at the crowd around them in confusion, then raised their heads and looked at Hephaestus who was showering platinum-colored light.
The platinum-gold light rain gradually stopped, and Hephis spoke slowly.
"It's simple, isn't it?"
"As long as you unite, those attackers are nothing but paper tigers."
"remember."
"Darkness is only temporary, light is eternal."
Hephis secretly pointed his finger at a person below.
He turned and flew towards Malfoy's tent.
"You... who are you?" A voice suddenly sounded, full of fanaticism.
"Hephis Dam." Hephis' figure began to slowly disappear in the air.
His voice echoed in the air, "You may call me Dormammu."
"Dormammu!"
"Dormammu!"
"Dormammu!"
After the first person shouted out the name, it quickly spread and more and more people joined in.
Dormammu, this name, at this moment, resounded through the sky.
The image of Hephaestus was also deeply imprinted in their hearts.
Hephes did not leave, but secretly hid in the air.
He looked at the shouting crowd below, the magical fluctuations on his body still continuing to spread around.
The blood of the Veela is just useful, or rather, the shadow of Fulla is just useful.
As soon as he saw the Dark Mark, an idea suddenly came to him.
So he asked one of the shadow soldiers to go back to the villa and cut out Fulla's shadow.
The fluctuations emanating from his body now are exactly the charming power of the Veela.
It's just that Hephis made some slight changes.
That's why the people below are so fanatical at this moment.
As for the guy named in question?
Of course he secretly controlled it with the Imperius Curse.
