Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 495

In prison.

Unkempt and haggard, Hermione seemed to be ten years old overnight, clutching the fence in front of her.

Eyes full of tears.

Reflecting Ron being sucked by Dementors.

Pale, wandering on the edge of running away, he cried and said weakly, “leave him, leave… He… Sobbing…”

without doubt.

This horrible prison where all the ferocious people turn pale.

For two vibrant young people.

Too cruel.

Hermione looked up, but saw the Dementor holding Ron, as if she had heard some order and suddenly left the boy she loved.

Make a silent soul roar.

Quickly flew out of the prison.

More than that.

In the girl’s stunned eyes, all the Dementor guards lurking in Azkaban seemed to fall into a violent state at this moment, ignoring other prisoners in the prison.

A brain surged outward.

however.

After more than half a month of torture, she has no hope of escaping from here.

Hundreds of Dementors in prison.

Is a fortress that will never fall.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hermione leaned down on the ground, sobbed and stretched out the railing with her right hand, trying to touch Ron, who was lying on the ground in another prison.

Shaking his head slightly, he said sadly, “Ron…”

meanwhile.

The Ministry of magic under Voldemort’s control.

The Wizards of wiesengamo suddenly found that all the Azkaban guards who were making up were disappearing at an amazing speed, or… Death?!

And in this world.

The only people who can kill those monsters are

The wizard responsible for controlling Dementors.

At this time, his face was shocked, as if he had witnessed the great disaster of the collapse of the earth.

Rushed into the office of the Minister of magic at the meeting.

Facing a new bureaucrat who cast his eyes on him, now the Ministry of magic.

The wizard was out of breath and cried out in horror, “Lord pierce! Someone… Is killing Azkaban’s guards in large quantities!

I suspect… It’s a Death Eater hunter, trying to rob the prison and leaving Harry Potter’s accomplices! ”

Never stop talking.

Forefoot.

In the duel at Hogwarts, Harry Potter escaped. After the Death Eater Hunter returned, he killed more than 30 Death Eaters at one go.

The angry Dark Lord was furious.

Killed a dozen heads of the Ministry of magic to vent their anger.

Now?

The notorious Hunter dared to go to Azkaban, the terror prison where everyone turned pale!

More Than This.

Mass killing Dementors?!

For a while.

Exclaimed everywhere.

The originally discussed topics of the meeting shall be cancelled directly.

Pierce sinkness, the current Minister of magic, stood up impressively, frowned and said, “send Auror to Azkaban immediately. I need to report this to the Dark Lord in person!”

The other side.

The island where Azkaban is located.

The flying Dementors build an army of the dead, surround the prison and pass by at high speed.

In this deserted area.

A figure bathed in the flames of hell, step by step, ignoring the obstruction and intrusion of the guards, walked towards the entrance of the prison.

These are the most terrible evil monsters in the magic world.

Facing the demon hunter who alone resisted the hell Legion.

Like a funny rag.

The hammer that arrived at noon was red and hot.

The roaring mental bullet, like a red steel needle, pierced the bodies of one Dementor after another.

Until he stopped at the prison entrance.

Kick open the closed door.

For a moment.

Hundreds of guards crowded inside turned their heads and looked at the mortal who should not appear in the country of the dead.

A scream that is silent enough to freeze the human soul.

A swarm of people rushed to the front door.

In the face of this terrible murder.

Cole stood there with a cigarette in his mouth. His eyes were cruel and ruthless. He raised it. Noon had arrived and said coldly, “good noon, bastards.”

Turn on the divine killer mode · change.

Cole’s mental power, roar, rage.

A runner pouring into the left wheel.

Pull the trigger.

The fiery red hammer is like an arrogant prying the door of hell.

Boom——

In the material world, there is a pure spiritual power transformed into a purified fire, which runs through the whole corridor!

One Dementor after another.

Under the terrible destructive power that is enough to kill angels and demons, it sends out the howling and scream that only the soul can perceive, and turns into the stench rag of burning.

Fragmentation.

Floating.

Finally turned into ashes and fell to the ground.

And the glare of the fire.

Like the first light that lights up the dark place.

After being stimulated, all the prisoners curled up in the prison lay on the edge of the fence and looked out one after another.

Or crazy laughter.

Or send out confused madman nonsense.

later.

Facing the burning purgatory windbreaker.

Two Dementors, who tried to rush in from the outside, screamed in horror and fled into the sky.

later.

On the corridor of Azkaban, which had been dead for 400 years, there was a sudden sound of footsteps.

Cole’s left hand hung around him and held it tightly. It was noon.

In his right hand is the verdict of sin.

Under the frightened eyes of the prisoners on both sides, lit the cigarettes around their mouths.

To suppress all evil, bloody and killing.

Stride forward.

The hem of the windbreaker swung in the flames.

The felony area on the top floor.

Hermione looked at Ron, who was completely unconscious, heard the movement outside and below, leaned against the wall, folded her hands around her knees and curled up.

As if the heart and soul had died.

Don’t care about things outside.

even to the extent that.

The witch felt that Harry, who was taken away by the Ministry of magic, might be dead now.

Die under Voldemort’s curse.

Every time I think about it.

The darkness and pain of the future are torturing her more sensitive inner and spiritual world than ordinary people every second.

Maybe.

In less than a month, she and Ron will completely lose confidence in life, and then become crazy like other prisoners until they die.

Think of this.

She buried her face in her knees and wept silently.

But she and Ron will never regret it.

For example, when helping Harry and resisting Voldemort’s atrocities, she had long thought of this day.

The only regret is.

She overestimated her tolerance.

This place… Is squeezing her health, soul and youth every day, especially seeing the suffering of her loved ones.

Suddenly.

A sound of footsteps appeared at the end of the corridor.

Hermione subconsciously thought that Voldemort must have sent for their lives.

Raise your head slowly.

A dazzling, blinding, burning light came into her eyes.

The witch frowned and narrowed her eyes, trying to adapt to this level of light and see who came to them as much as possible.

This is also the time.

A sense of familiarity with the outline.

She inexplicably recalled the man who saved her in the Ministry of magic more than a year ago.

But.

Professor Cole… Isn’t he dead?