Harry Potter: Hello the Dark Lord

On Christmas morning, there was a sudden heavy snowfall near the Somme River, and the wind and snow suddenly hit the sky. The sky and the earth were completely white, and the strong wind and cold snow blew so much that people could not open their eyes.

The Somme River has long been frozen at this time, and not long ago, a black gas suddenly erupted from the bottom of the river. The strange atmosphere of death and decay filled the entire Somme River. At the bottom of the river, a huge evil lintel was vaguely seen. There seems to be a line of text on it.

"Those who enter this gate should give up all hope?" Clayton Selwyn stood by the river in a black robe, looking like an old bat with its wings tightened: "Is the gate of **** described by the prophet Dante? Are there really **** and underworld?"

August Foley looked at the lintel underwater without anger and prestige: "History often evolves into legend, and legends become legends..."

There was a sound of air rubbing and banging, and Pierce appeared in front of Old Foley: "Mr. Foley, the people from the Eye of Danates are here!"

"How many people came?"

"More than 3,000 people! It is claimed that they are all employees of the French Ministry of Magic, and they have surrounded us. Although we can enter the ruins as soon as possible in the core area, the other party has now blocked the periphery, and the radius of more than ten kilometers has been blocked. They're completely locked down."

Clayton laughed a few times, his voice hoarse and gloomy, making people shudder: "That stinky boy of Burres is really generous! When I was young, I didn't see that the boy was so decisive..."

Pierce saw that the two boss-level figures could still recall the glorious past here, and his heart was anxious: "Mr. Foley, Mr. Selwyn! We only have less than fifty people, and the retainers you mobilized are still here at the moment. Come in the future, fifty to three thousand is not an opponent at all!"

Clayton Selwyn completely ignored Pierce, but looked at Old Foley: "I didn't expect that, we started to mobilize personnel the moment the ruins appeared, but we were still one step ahead of Burles, old lion. , Burres should have something that can sense the exact time when the ruins are opened, and 80% of the ruins contain the remains of the so-called Death God!"

"You mustn't let him get the remains of the God of Death!"

"The Selwyn family doesn't do business at a loss..."

"A quarter!"

"Half…"

"One-third! Don't take an inch to challenge the lion's anger!"

"OK! OK! One third is one third, but I want actual control of Northern Ireland and the Western Isles!"

"Yes!" The old Marquis of Welfare agreed directly without blinking his eyes.

"Okay! Jie Jie Jie Jie... It's refreshing, I like to do business with the Golden Lion family..." Clayton smiled sinisterly: "Prepare to evacuate!"

Pierce was puzzled: "What... what?"

Pierce looked at Marquis Old Welfare again. At this time, Old Welfare said coldly, "Prepare to evacuate!"

"Augus, long time no see! Are you going to leave as soon as we meet? Isn't it too ruthless, my dear brother!"

In the white snowstorm, a cloud of black mist fell in front of several people, and a figure with a shabby robe and a skull mask appeared in front of everyone.

Clayton: "Haha~ Burles, I didn't expect that the graceful and domineering young master of the Welfare family 50 years ago was reduced to wearing tattered clothes, tsk tsk tsk... When did the Welfare family lose such a person? !"

Old Foley looked at Burres and said coldly, "I've seen it before. Is there anything else? I'll leave the ruins to you, let's go first!"

Burles, who was behind the mask, frowned slightly, but then he returned to Gujing Wubo, and then saw Burles reaching out and pointing at a pale-faced teenager in the distance behind Old Welfare and a few people: "You can go, but that child wants to give me!"

"What do you want him to do?" Old Foley said, looking up and down Burles, as if he wanted to see Burles' real purpose.

At this time, Clayton couldn't help but turn his head to look at Tom in the distance, with a little more playfulness and thought in his eyes.

"That child can't be given to you! Since we don't have to talk about it, let's fight a **** way!"

Lao Welfare let out a loud shout, and then the golden lion scepter in his hand burst into ripples like a stream of water. The tip of the scepter tapped the ground hard, and the next second it shook the mountain, like a sudden earthquake.

With an order, dozens of people present entered a state of battle instantly, fifty to three thousand, the disadvantage of the number of people was revealed from the beginning, Lao Fuli and the people around Clayton fell one by one, only one face to face. There were less than thirty people who could stand up.

…

At this time, on a hill far away from the battlefield, a group of people gathered here.

The group was all dressed in silver armor, holding two-handed giant swords, and the horses galloped and neighed under their crotch.

One of the knights at the head glanced at the man without a helmet and asked sharply: "Patrick, where is Roland!? Why hasn't he arrived yet!? If he doesn't come again, we will launch a surprise attack, if it's not for some reason. Sword of the Twelve Knights, the Twelve Knights are not qualified to participate in this operation at all!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, a small captain, what a big tone!" As soon as he finished speaking, a big man approving the black armor kicked the talking captain off his horse.

At this moment, a little guy with a wicked smile jumped off the black horse: "Hua Zha, you have to divide your time for bad breath! Brother, why are you provoking this lunatic if you don't have to..."

"Shut up!" The black armor Roland shouted gloomily, Qin Weijie immediately put away his gloating expression.

"Captain! We are all warriors of King Arthur, we are all knights fighting for glory, please restrain your anger, my sword will smash the darkness, my fists will smash injustice, our force is In order to protect the glory, not to aim at our brothers!" Qin Weijie said with a serious face, and his ability to change his face in an instant has become perfect.

Roland couldn't help covering his face and sighing at this moment. This kid is too capable of pretending, aren't you embarrassed? Just now, you were taunting each other with schadenfreude and became brothers in a blink of an eye?

At this time, Patrick also looked at Roland in a dazed voice, and said in a low voice, "Roland, what did you do to this kid? I think he's going to be seriously ill!"

When Patrick was speaking, Qin Weijie was standing next to him not far away. Hearing what Patrick said, Qin Weijie immediately shouted loudly, instantly attracting the eyes of all the knights present:

"For glory! For justice! For King Arthur! For the creed of knights! O rotten darkness, I am not afraid of you, I will conquer the darkness and find light! For justice in this world, for the glory of knights! Fight! Fight! All Brothers, pick up your weapons and fight! Until the last drop of blood is dry, as long as the darkness is wiped out, you will not regret your death!"

"Death! I don't regret it!"

"I don't regret my death!"

"I don't regret my death!"

Qin Weijie made a pre-battle mobilization inexplicably. Everyone's passion seemed to be mobilized. He shouted loudly, and everyone's eyes showed enthusiasm.

Qin Weijie: "What are you waiting for! Kill all those heretics!"

As soon as the words fell, hundreds of knights swarmed out, rolled up thousands of piles of snow, and in the wind and snow, the dust was gone in a mighty, cold light flashing on the silver armor, there is a kind of heroic that although thousands of people are gone. .

At this moment, the captain of the 7th Knights, who was still lying on the ground, looked at his subordinates with a dazed expression: "What the hell? Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?"

Patrick looked at Roland in disbelief: "Roland, are you a little ruthless? This kid's brain is definitely a problem, a good person, he has only been in your hands for a week... tsk tsk tsk …Pity…"

Roland really had the urge to pinch Qin Weijie to death at this time, and while Patrick was not paying attention, Roland sent a voice transmission to Qin Weijie in time: "Did you make so many scenes?!"

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