Strongest Demon Hunter of All-Heavens - Chapter 496

Look up.

Staring at the tall man stopped in front of her.

For a while.

For more than a year.

During this half month in Azkaban, the soul and body suffered a lot.

Five flavors of miscellaneous emotions poured into the heart.

Tears fell down my cheeks.

Maybe after twists and turns.

Perhaps the mature heart is no longer the sensitive and simple girl in those days.

Hermione took a deep breath.

He reached out to wipe away the tears from his face, pursed his lips, seemed to want to cry, but smiled inexplicably, and said, “Harry… How are you?”

“He’s fine.”

Cole took out the destroyer shotgun.

Beckoned her to hide against the wall.

Click.

Boom——

The roaring fire snake at the muzzle of the gun violently smashed the metal door lock specially used to imprison wizards.

Kick open the iron door.

Wield a long knife and cut off the shackles tied to the witch’s ankle.

Two people face each other with four eyes.

The young witch’s eyes, which had been dark and lost their luster, glowed with hope again.

He bumped into Cole’s arms, hugged him tightly, closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, and said in a voice with a person’s unique pain and sadness after life and death, “too many people have left us, professor.

All these years… What the hell are you… ”

without doubt.

Although Cole has only been a professor of defense against the dark arts at Hogwarts for one year, for Harry and Hermione, their relationship is much closer than that of ordinary professors… In other words, the emergence and existence of Death Eater hunters are more like Godfathers and mentors on their life path.

Gently patted the witch on the back and comforted, “it’s all right.”

Knock open another iron door.

Pick up the unconscious Ron.

Tell Hermione, “Harry and the order of the Phoenix, meet you at Sirius’s old house and grab my arm.”

Then he took out the evil portal.

In Hermione’s puzzled eyes, she said coldly, “take us to the place to meet.”

later.

The evil ELF’s trembling voice sounded.

“This place stinks… Well, I mean, yes, my master.”

After the distortion of space.

The elves ignored Azkaban’s rule against phantom movement and took them back to Sirius’s old house.

After landing.

There was no time to catch up and put on a touching reunion drama.

Bill Weasley took his brother from Cole’s arms, nodded slightly, started the phantom shift and disappeared.

Mrs. Weasley grabbed Hermione, waited for her to speak, and left the dangerous place that was about to be searched as soon as possible.

Harry looked back at the empty space where the people had disappeared one after another and said, “Professor, won’t you leave with us?”

“I still have some things to deal with in Azkaban.”

“You mean Dementors?”

Cole said coldly, “those monsters created by black magic should not appear in our world.”

The voice fell.

A twisted space sucked his body and disappeared in front of Harry.

The island where Azkaban is located.

The violent wind created by magic set off towering waves.

Under the dark clouds.

The slaughtered Dementors screamed bitterly.

however.

These vengeful creatures could not wait to seek revenge on the humans who slaughtered them. Cole came to them again.

Facing the punishment of purgatory windbreaker, prison fire.

Any Dementor who tries to get close sends out a shrill scream and escapes from the flames that emit terrible burning power.

Cole stood where he was.

Ignore the evil monsters that fly all over the sky and make the whole wizard world turn pale.

Frown and light a cigarette.

Look up.

Exhale muddy smoke.

In his eyes, the Dementors who couldn’t get close gathered together, like an evil black vortex, entrenched in his head and didn’t want to disperse.

It’s noon.

Cole had planned to waste a little time to get rid of the minions of the dark forces.

however.

Since they like to get together like flies

Lift the gun.

The black muzzle of the gun pointed directly at the dark sky with dark clouds rolling.

In the wind.

The windbreaker swings.

The cigarette flickered.

Turn on devourer mode.

On the thick silver barrel, mysterious patterns and secret carvings exude a faint silver glow and heavenly power.

The hammer gradually turned red.

A twisted heat wave rose.

This is enough to kill the terrorist forces of Archangels and Satan, projected on the material world and turned into a ring of air waves like the heartbeat.

It’s also at this moment.

A group of Daily reporters like prophets smelling blood got the first-hand news from somewhere.

Riding brooms, they appeared on the turbulent sea where Azkaban could be seen from a distance.

See the vision of Azkaban in the distance.

They picked up their cameras and tried to record the first-hand news.

later.

Under their astonished and unbelievable eyes.

A silent roar.

The sound of waves and storms.

Turned into a towering air wave, surging and spreading outward.

Deafening gunfire.

Like rolling thunder.

A terrible flame like the disaster of annihilation tore up all the evil creations along the way and rushed to the sky!

even to the extent that.

This is the power of terror.

Outrageous penetration and smashing.

Once shrouded over Azkaban, a heavy lead cloud for more than 400 years.

later.

There were no more Dementors in the air above the notorious and smelling prison.

Only one path through the cloud wound, scattered sunlight on the islands and reefs and the sea.

This shocking scene.

In the eyes of a reporter.

It was an unparalleled shock and panic.

What was that gunshot… Exactly?

Suddenly.

When everything calms down.

His eyes crossed the sea.

A figure bathed in flames appeared on the edge of the island and reef.

In this world.

For wizards.

The man who is like a nightmare, even more terrible than the Dark Lord, only needs to take a look, and no one will recognize his identity.

After a dead silence.

A reporter swallowed, moistened his dry throat and said with difficulty, “Death Eater hunter, it’s him…”

“He killed all the guards of Azkaban alone?”

“Merlin’s beard… Am I dreaming?”

Another reporter quickly recorded this precious picture with his camera, looked at it from a distance, and the terrible man who was also looking at them in the distance was excited. Even his voice was trembling slightly and said, “guys, I think he was announcing his return to the world… Declaring war on the Ministry of magic and law.”

Rita Skeeter, a “famous” journalist who ventured here for an exclusive report.

For a moment, the flowers were frightened.

With a slightly trembling hand, he helped the gem inlaid spectacle frame, and even the shorthand feather pen around him almost fell into the sea.

Tidy up your mood.

He retorted, “no… he’s declaring war on the mysterious man and the Ministry of magic under his control. I’m afraid it won’t be long before we can see the final outcome of the war.”