Harry Potter's Catastrophe - Chapter 492

c492 :vampire

This outfit is like a missionary of the church, walking on foot to spread their church among the people.

“What’s the matter?” Carney has a bad feeling about these magicians, because they are often the leaders in burning wizards to death, saying some unintelligible words, inciting the emotions of ignorant people, and blaming some natural and man-made disasters on wizards. , and then burn them to death.

But Carney didn’t think that ordinary Muggles could hurt wizards at that time. Hermione found a biography in the book she read, The Witch’s Autobiography.

She told the whole story that she was tied to a cross and burned, with rusty nails hammered into her artificial arms, tied with thick hemp ropes, and branches piled up to her feet.

The spread of the fight was blocked by the Iron Armor Curse. They thought of a way to apply oil on the ground and the cross, but for her who drank the frost potion, the temperature was about the same as touching her forehead.

Their clothes were burned, but their bodies were unscathed. In their excited eyes, they disapparated and fled dozens of miles away…

Only a small number of wizards may have been burned to death. Most of the evil wizards who were burned to death were just excuses for Muggles to eliminate dissidents. They were some unlucky Muggles who shouted on the cross that they were not wizards.

“Do you believe in Santa Claus?” The missionary asked kindly when he saw a child opening the door.

? ? ? You want to promote Santa Claus?

“I don’t believe it,” Carney said. He doesn’t believe in Santa Claus. He hasn’t received a gift from Santa Claus yet. He just believes it.

But Carney was wrong about this. As a way to promote invisible and intangible things, the fictional character Santa Claus is more suitable for children.

If an adult comes out, he will start differently.

“Oh, what’s wrong, sir?” Father walked to the door.

“Good evening, sir, I’m Maxon, Maxon Adi.” Very happily introduced himself.

“Hi, how can I help you?” the father asked.

“Can I come in and sit down? I will only keep you for a few minutes.”

“No.” Carney immediately refused.

“Sir, if it only takes a few minutes, let’s talk here.” My father didn’t intend to let this strange man in.

“I’m a little hungry, thank you kind people.” Missionary Maxon touched his stomach awkwardly.

Since he had already shamelessly thanked you in advance, my father couldn’t shamelessly say, “You don’t need to thank me. I don’t intend to serve it to you.”

Carney didn’t dare to speak on behalf of his father. Looking at his father’s face, it was obvious that he would rather trust someone who has something than someone who doesn’t. After all, he was in business, and if God gave him a little face, it didn’t matter if he just had a meal.

“I’ll get it.” Carney immediately ran back to the table and grabbed a few sandwiches and hot dogs.

“Here, you’re welcome.” Carney brought the plate over.

“It seems that it’s not convenient for you. Do you believe in God?” Missionary Maxon apologized without taking the plate.

“I used to believe it, but then I stopped believing it.” My father stopped talking about God after attending wizard college in Kani, because wizards, in their opinion, couldn’t deal with God.

“Why?” Missionary Maxon asked.

“Sir, if you have nothing to do with the hot dogs, please leave. You can go to the front store to try. They are very interested. If you are hungry, they will entertain you warmly.” The father also asked the missionary in a strange way, saying he was hungry. But not eating.

“No, no, no, your food is rich, but I don’t eat it, I only drink liquids.” The missionary smiled.

“It’s much easier if you don’t believe it. I don’t want to see things like the cross, and God can’t exist.” The missionary smiled gently, but he said something ironic because he was holding it in his hand. cross.

His laughter was getting weirder and weirder, his shoulders were shaking up and down, and he lowered his head so that no one could see his eyes and face. Only his lips were opening and closing, as if he was reciting something, and even Carney couldn’t hear him. Read silently.

The whole person looked like he was in a daze and acted strangely.

“Sir, are you okay?” My father was not frightened by these strange behaviors.

“I’m very well, and I’ll have a full meal soon. I’m just praying before cooking.” Missionary Maxon said that he had finished praying.

“I’m about to start.” Preacher Maxon grinned, showing two fangs.

“An arrow pierces the heart.” A sharp white light shot out from under Carney’s sleeve, straight through the missionary’s heart, and a bright white light penetrated from the back.

“Go and find Merlin, vampire.” Carney said. The villain really just talks too much. He thinks he’s got them, so he just talks about things.

Or maybe he has been in the coffin for too long and hasn’t spoken to or communicated with anyone, so he talks a lot.

“Uh~” the missionary wailed and fell down, his eyes full of unwillingness and shock. He was not destroyed by God, but by the wizard.

“Kani, what is this?” Father Carter asked calmly, looking at the missionary who instantly turned into a ball of ashes.

“It’s a vampire.” Carney said.

“The kind that bites people’s necks?” Father Carter asked.

“Yes, it can also bite people’s arms,” ​​Carney said.

“Can they fly?” Father Carter asked.

“Maybe, but we can’t see it now.” Carney said.

“Will they turn into bats?” asked his father, Carter.

“Maybe, but we can’t see it now.” Carney said. “Okay, don’t ask anymore, just pretend you didn’t see anything.” Carney said. He knew that his father might be a little scared, but he pretended not to lose face in front of his children.

“Of course, I have beaten a black bear.” Father Carter calmed down and looked at the ashes on the ground, “Does this need to be dealt with?”

After his father Carter said that, Carney’s magic came next, and the whirlwind blew the ashes into the air and scattered them between heaven and earth.

“Are they common in the wizarding world? Are they not in schools?” Father Carter asked.

“No, the school is very safe.” Carney said.

“Who is he?” It was difficult for my mother to stand up, so she did not follow him out.

“I’m asking for directions. I’m from out of town.” When my father returned to his seat, his expression had returned to its original state and he said calmly.

“Still a hungry person asking for directions,” Carney added.

Mother didn’t pay attention to these, and soon she started talking about other things. After dinner, father came to Carney’s room to talk to him.

“Son, is it okay to kill that vampire? Will there be other vampires coming to the house?” the father asked uneasily.

“No problem, as long as I’m here, come and kill one, come two and kill a pair.” Kanihao said angrily. He suffered a small loss at the hands of the vampire last time, but he has to get it back this time. Although the two before Burned by Dumbledore.

“How about a dozen vampires?” my father asked. This was a very real question. It was so real that a dozen vampires really came.

“Then kill them all. I am very powerful.” Carney said confidently.

(ps: old rules discontinued)