Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

"I got you."

The semi-fogged Charles instantly appeared in phantom, and the dense black mist was shrunk into a point, twisted and rotated, and the next moment, he jumped out of thin air in front of a white man.

The latter raised his gun and was about to fight back, but Charles had already raised his arm, and a faint flame burned in his palm.

"call!"

The next moment, as he blew hard, the flames instantly turned into a monstrous fire, directly igniting the unlucky guy in front of him into a human-shaped torch.

"ah!"

"It's hot! It hurts!"

Terrible screams echoed among the ruins.

Burning to death can be said to be one of the most painful ways to die, at least more painful than simple cutting curses and shooting.

The great pain caused by the death resonance immediately caused all the remaining people to lose their self-control. They lay on the ground and rolled around randomly, as if there were invisible hallucinatory flames burning on their bodies.

Then they were named one by one by Charles.

Almost in a moment, the remaining people were slaughtered by Shire, and there were no living people left in the ruins, but Shire still didn't stop.

He stepped back slightly, and the whole person had easily Apparated again, quietly appearing behind the hidden sniper.

The sniper seemed to know that he was going to die, or the death resonance also brought him great pain, and he was lying on the ground without any response.

But Charles was still very cautious. The first time he saw this state, he turned into black smoke again, soared into the sky, and fled here.

"boom!"

And sure enough, as soon as he left, a huge explosion came from the original position of the sniper. It seemed that he had secretly pulled the ring of the grenade, and planned to die together from the beginning.

The ethnic group does not have a soft bone.

There is too much affection between them.

. . .

Ciel fell back into the ruins.

With the death of the sniper, the nearby ethnic groups have been completely wiped out by him. At this time, there is only one ethnic group core left.

But Charles still didn't go directly over.

He glanced at the surrounding ruins, raised his wand, and gently started to spin it. Following his movements, gusts of gusts of wind gushed out along the wand, blowing away everything around him.

Then he saw that the high platform near the core of the ruins was covered with various booby traps.

If he had used the phantom to directly enter the idea of ​​robbing people from the beginning, he would definitely be bombed.

But now, there is no difficulty.

Once the wand was lifted and retracted, the core of the group had already flown out of the minefield steadily.

Charles walked up to the old woman.

She seemed to be in some kind of coma or suspended animation, and she hadn't responded to the outside world, and only weak breathing meant she was still alive.

Otherwise it looks like a dead man at all.

But Shire knew that she was the ethnic group.

【Discover the goal: the core towards the end of life】

[Name: Core]

[Challenge level: 20]

[Physique: 45]

[Spirit: 1000]

[Remember: It is pain, it is joy, it is despair, it is joy, it is happiness, I can feel it all. ]

[Remember 2: For us, there are no secrets. ]

[Remember 3: This is not a blessing, but it is not a curse either, are you ready. ]

"Hermione is ready."

Charles said in a low voice.

With a light turn of his right hand in the air, he opened a small Kama Taj portal, and his arm stretched in, and Charles dragged over the travel bag he had left in the villa.

Inside the check-in bag is a delicate silver-white suitcase. The suitcase looks expensive. The surface is made of some unknown metal, and the combination lock is extremely complicated.

Indeed.

This is a freezer borrowed by Shire from a medical laboratory to freeze human organs.

Opening the suitcase, the cold air in it instantly turned into a white mist and spread around, rising, and then disappearing.

"Clang!"

With the suitcase ready, Charles reached into his pocket and drew out a sharp dagger.

He glanced at the group who were still in a coma and shook his head.

"Sorry, this isn't a personal grudge, it's just..."

"for the future."

"Puchi!"

. . .

"boom!"

"Boom!"

Obtaining the core group is not the end. Its age looks too old. I don’t know how many groups have been born intentionally or unintentionally in this life. If you want to give birth to a new one, you have to empty a quota.

So the Charr returned to town and began a massacre of the remaining pack.

After the main attacker, shooter, commander, and a series of effective members of the group died, the remaining group was almost powerless to resist.

The police car buzzed non-stop, and the only two sheriffs in the town kept dispersing the crowd, trying to stop Shire, and the rest of the group also took out their hidden heavy weapons and started to fight back frantically.

For survival, for revenge.

But all this could not stop the massacre of Charles.

After about ten minutes, he was convinced that there was no ethnic group in the town anymore. With the characteristics of the ethnic group, they would not live alone, but would only fight back until they died.

Fortunately, there are not many ethnic groups, otherwise it may take longer.

After wiping the blood off his face, Charles suddenly felt the notebook in his arms start to vibrate again. He took out a wizard hat and put it on his head, and his built-in cleaning skill instantly cleaned up the blood stained on him.

Charles took out the notebook.

"Harry's condition is very bad this afternoon. I'm really worried about his game for a few days. You know, he almost fell off the broom in the afternoon. By the way, are you doing well in Wonderland?"

Opening the notebook, it was densely packed with female-style fonts, but it could be seen that Hermione wrote in a hurry this time, and her handwriting was a little scribbled.

The sentences were almost connected together, and the words were rushed, very Hermione's style, and Charles could even imagine her expression and tone when she spoke.

Charles kicked away the corpse of a waitress lying on the open-air coffee table behind him, and then sat down on the stool.

"not bad."

He took out his quill and wrote seriously.

"It's going very well."

"Ah! You devil!"

"Crack!"

Just as Charles was seriously writing, an angry roar suddenly came from behind him, the voice almost sounded like a wild beast.

At the same time, there was the sound of loading.

But Shire didn't look back, and just swung his wand back.

The voice was instantly quiet.

"I can go back soon."

He wrote again.

After finishing this sentence, he put down the quill. Looking back, he found that it was a young girl who tried to sneak up on him. A shotgun fell beside her. Judging by her age, she was probably from this coffee shop. The store manager's daughter.

It is inevitable that there will be accidental injuries during the battle. Even if Shire's movements are concealed, the counterattack group uses hot weapons. Perhaps because no one can stop this demon, the shopkeeper hid his daughter. Unfortunately..

Wait a minute for the next chapter, and, I’m done, I understand.