The Great Writers of Hogwarts

Chapter 63 suit, black robe

As the stagnant response to The Witcher began to mount, the interrupted process of extracting the Gryphon suit was finally able to continue.

Another long sword with a black hilt and a cold light emerged from the parchment and fell into Andre's hands.

Compared with the previous Griffin Silver Sword, this new long sword is sharper and heavier to handle.

This is a steel sword specially used to deal with humans and demi-humans. Although it is not as effective against monsters as the silver sword, its pure physical attack power is undoubtedly a bit higher.

At the same time, there are also mysterious lines engraved on the body of this Griffon steel sword, which seems to echo the lines on the Griffon silver sword, both of which have the effect of improving the seal.

Even if Andre carried the griffin steel sword on his back and held the griffin silver sword in his hand, he could still feel that the strength of the seal had increased, which was much stronger than simply holding the griffin silver sword.

He took a deep breath, looking at the parchment with a fiery look in his eyes.

"I see, this is the effect of the suit.

The special textures on different suit parts echo each other, not only can the strength of the seal be continuously increased, but also produce a very special blessing effect in the end. "

"Keep going……"

"Let me see the strength of the complete Griffon suit!"

Then, Andre's eyes turned to the window, looking at Moody and the many Aurors who were waiting in battle, as well as the scene beyond the defensive magic.

After entering the witcher's senses, Andre's intuition was as sensitive as a beast.

Even though the sun was cloudy outside and covered by countless trees, it was impossible to see what was going on in the forest, but Andre could still feel a depressing atmosphere.

He had a bad feeling.

Although Moody is very strong in his witcher senses and possesses a strong threat ability, compared with the threats coming from outside the defense magic, it is still more than a step behind.

Even with the addition of these Aurors, it seems that it will not be easy to deal with the troubles that follow.

Andre whispered to himself.

"You guys have to hold on a little longer, at least until I complete the realization of all the Griffin suits."

At this moment, outside Lovegood's mansion, Moody's demon eyes looked into the distance, his face full of fear.

The magic power has already begun to flow in his body, and the wand trembles slightly, as if it is resonating,

There was a strong sense of oppression emanating from Moody's body, so that the Aurors next to him couldn't help but stay away from him a little, with awe in their eyes.

There is no doubt that Moody was the strongest Auror in a century when he was at his peak, and he was even recognized by Voldemort.

Although Moody's strength in these years after the war was not as good as his peak, but now he has not weakened to the point in the original book a few years later, and he will be subdued by Barty Crouch Jr. and Peter Pettigrew in his own home Locked in the box for a full semester.

He still retains most of the strength of his peak period, and he still retains the fighting intuition that was honed over time in his body. This is also the basis for Moody's daring to stand on the front line.

At this moment, the magic eye turned, and there was a scene that made Moody's face change in horror.

In the mountains and forests in the distance, a black-robed figure was walking towards Lovegood's house.

This sounds quite common, but have you ever seen a thick tentacle protruding from under the black robe, wrapping around a branch and then throwing itself out forcefully?
When Moody saw this scene, even though he had seen the disgusting appearance of countless black wizards transformed by black magic, he shivered from the bottom of his heart, and felt the evilness of that black-robed figure deeply.

It was probably the most evil thing he had ever seen besides Voldemort.

Immediately afterwards, the Aurors also observed this scene through various magic items.

They also felt a chill creeping up their spines, penetrating into their blood vessels, and an inexplicable nausea began to surge in their hearts.

"What the hell is that?"

"Pearson, an ordinary wizard, how can he master this evil black magic transformation?"

There was a slight commotion among the Aurors, but it was quickly interrupted by a low shout from Moody.

"What are you thinking so much about?
That's the way of the dark arts, God knows what weird things they can turn themselves into.

Looks weird, walks weird, makes people sick, so what?Isn't he just a dark wizard?

I, Alastor Moody, fought dark wizards, and I also fought Voldemort, nothing special! "

"If it doesn't work, let's shake people.

With so many backups around, Voldemort would have to run, what kind of guy is Pearson? "

Killing intent surged in Moody's eyes, and the magic eyes locked onto the movement trajectory of that figure.

"This guy was a straight line, straight for the Lovegoods.

No matter what posture or speed he is, he can't escape my magic eye lock.

Everyone listen to my command, put him close to the defensive magic, and fight again when our magic spell can exert its maximum power.

A round of volleys will send him to death first, and then throw him into Azkaban if he is not dead! "

Moody's battle-seasoned words brought the Aurors back to their senses, and the inexplicable tension in their hearts disappeared without a trace.

Yes, Moody, the strongest Auror, is here, and there are countless colleagues in the headquarters behind waiting for support. Even Dumbledore can shake him over if necessary. What is there to be nervous about?
The Aurors clenched their wands tightly, and Moody's reminder came from their ears.

"Be careful with Occlumency.

This guy seems to have a special kind of magic that will probably interfere with our spellcasting later on, that's how he has escaped the Aurors several times before, but Occlumency should work. "

The Aurors who can be on the front line are those who have been selected according to the previous information and have practiced Occlumency, and they all came prepared.

Under Moody's reminder, everyone was also concentrating on running Occlumency.

At the same time, the black shadow was getting closer and closer to the defensive magic outside Lovegood's house, and the Aurors could already clearly see that weird and disgusting figure with their naked eyes.

Sure enough, when the black-robed man approached, a chaotic and noisy voice sounded in everyone's mind.

Sharp, raucous, crisp, muffled...

The voices of countless timbres are mixed together, as if forming a quagmire, trying to pull everyone's reason into the quagmire, and worship a respectable and terrifying existence together.

"Ia, Ia..."

Such a disturbing sound rang directly in the mind, making people feel nauseous, have a splitting headache, and become confused.

Fortunately, the Aurors all have Occlumency. Although they have different levels, they will be slightly affected, but this effect is not enough to affect their ability to cast spells.

Just when the black shadow approached to a certain extent, Moody's eyes flashed fiercely, and he let out a low growl.

"Caste!"

(End of this chapter)