Casting spells

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

As Zhang Cheng recited the famous Cruciatus Curse, the woman suddenly let out a scream of extreme pain. Not only was her voice full of despair, but she was completely incontinent with tears, snot, saliva, and even urine and bowels, as if she had completely lost the ability to think. There is only one task left for the brain nerves, and that is to bear the severe pain that cannot be described in words.

You must know that playing bone crucible is not torture in the ordinary sense understood by normal people, but a torture that directly affects the nerves and even the depths of the soul.

Generally speaking, even if Voldemort used it to punish erring minions, it seldom lasted longer than 15 seconds.

Because once this time is exceeded, there is a possibility of a nervous breakdown and becoming a lunatic or a fool.

But now, this unlucky woman is not only tormented by the Cruciatus Curse, but her perception has been magnified countless times, and she almost went crazy immediately, with no possibility of recovery at all.

This means that although Zhang Cheng didn't kill her, he gave her a torture that was more terrible than death, and he would live in a daze without self-awareness for the rest of his life.

Hermione was undoubtedly frightened by what happened so suddenly, she covered her mouth hard and forced herself not to make a sound, and it took seven or eight minutes before she calmed down, her voice tremblingly said, "You...why did you do this ? What's in the box?"

"Believe me, it's better for you not to know. I can only tell you that it is an evil magic item created by killing and twisting the souls of a hundred witches. If the box was opened just now, you will be poisoned from soul to body Controlled by magic, it induces the dark character deep in the subconscious, and finally becomes a puppet that is completely manipulated."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Cheng grabbed the box and squeezed it hard with his fingers.

boom!

The wooden box and the contents inside were crushed directly.

At the same time, countless black misty skulls flew out from the inside, constantly wandering in the tent, roaring, and frantically attacking everything they touched.

He has always dismissed such low-level gadgets with no technical content.

The essence of magic lies in understanding and control. If a magic item is beyond the control of its creator and is full of various accidents and uncertainties, then it is [-]% a failure, no matter how powerful it is.

"Damn! Who is she? She actually wants to put a curse on us!" Zhang Qiu also recovered from the shock, and stared fiercely at the gypsy woman who had gone mad.

As a senior student, she has read some books about curses, and understands how vicious the other party's behavior is.

"If I'm not wrong, she should be Voldemort's servant. I suggest that you two should be more vigilant these few days and don't act alone. Not many Death Eaters under the Dark Lord are sober and rational. Most of them are brains. A lunatic who is too normal and likes to make his own way. Due to the relationship between you and Harry, there is a high possibility of being attacked." Zhang Cheng revealed a bit of news half-truthfully.

"God! This is terrible!" Hermione subconsciously clenched her wand in her pocket.

She hadn't had a clear idea of ​​the war in the magical world before, but now she experienced the madness of unscrupulous means, and finally understood how wise the decision she made some time ago was.

Everyone must stand in this battle, no one can be spared...

Chapter 7 The Quidditch World Cup

After the inexplicable attack, the lively young people didn't go out for several days, but stayed in the luxurious tent of Malfoy's house.

Especially when Harry Potter learned that Voldemort was likely to do something unfavorable to himself and his friends, his whole person fell into a state of nervous tension. Even at night, he would often be awakened by nightmares, and he would touch the lightning on his forehead from time to time. The shape of Scar was lost in thought.

Obviously, the Dark Lord was using the connection between the two to spy on the boy's privacy, trying to figure out what kind of attitude Zhang Cheng had towards Harry.

In his plan, killing the "Boy Who Lived" has become the most direct and best way to celebrate his return.

After all, most stupid low-level wizards believed that it was this newborn baby who caused the Dark Lord, who is known as the most powerful British ever, to suffer a shameful defeat.

Only by killing Harry Potter can he prove to everyone, including the Death Eaters, that what happened more than ten years ago was just an accident, and it was the result of his own carelessness.

But unfortunately, the plan has encountered a little trouble now, that is, the allies with mysterious origins do not seem to support this approach, and even expressed their attitude in a rather drastic way.

But Zhang Cheng himself intriguingly ignored Voldemort's temptation, pretended nothing had happened, continued to cultivate trust and ambiguous relationship with Hermione, and took time to teach the girl some magical knowledge from other worlds.

In this way, the days passed day by day, and the day when the Quidditch World Cup finals will be held soon finally arrived.

Sitting in the VIP seat with the best view, Lucius Malfoy forced his composure until the audience around him were attracted by the fierce competition, then he lowered his voice and asked, "Do you think he will make a move at this time?"

"Now? In front of [-] spectators?" Zhang Cheng glanced at the crowded circular stadium, and immediately shook his head with a smile. "As long as he hasn't gone completely crazy, he won't do something so stupid. You have to understand that the most important thing to create panic and riots is to maintain a sense of mystery, so that the people can't figure out who the enemy is, and then they will It is inevitable that everyone will fall into a state of self-insecurity, and they will start to suspect and mistrust each other. In addition, launching an attack during the day will reveal too many secrets. If it were me, I would choose the dead of night.”

"So, the attack will happen tonight?" Lucius was not stupid, and quickly guessed the time the Dark Lord chose to attack.

You must know that after the game, wizards from all over the world will stay for one night at most, and then they will embark on a return journey.

If Voldemort really wanted something big, tonight was his last chance.

"That's right! Take a good look at the game, the entire British wizarding world will be different after tonight, and you will be very busy then."

After saying these meaningful words, Zhang Cheng glanced at the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was not far away and was completely confused about the situation, showing a smile that was not a smile.

It won't be long before this old man obsessed with power, status and wealth will become the sharpest sword he uses against Albus Dumbledore.

……

Accompanied by warm cheers and applause, the final of the 422nd World Cup finally came to a successful conclusion. The Irish team defeated the Bulgarian team by a narrow margin and won the trophy, which symbolizes the highest honor in magical sports.

Fortunately, England and Scotland, the two teams representing Great Britain, have been eliminated long ago. Otherwise, who knows if there will be international news about a Quidditch hooligan making a fuss at the award ceremony in this land rich in football hooligans? .

But this has nothing to do with Zhang Cheng. In fact, his attention has never been attracted by the so-called "competition".

When the carnival that lasted for most of the night ended and people returned to their tents to rest, the attacks and riots came as expected.

The men sent by Voldemort did not hide anything this time. First, they fired a huge Dark Mark directly into the sky, summoning the Death Eaters hidden among ordinary people, and then formed a team to attack the Ministry of Magic frantically. Law enforcement officers originally used to maintain order.

In just ten minutes, at least six or seven people died on the spot, more than 30 people were seriously injured, and more than 100 people were seriously injured.

Even in the world of ordinary people, this can be regarded as a terrorist attack that shocked the world, not to mention that the number of wizards is much smaller.

Hearing the panic-filled screams and howls of pain in the distance, Zhang Cheng sighed slightly and said, "The new round of wizard war has finally officially begun!"

"Yes! The Death Eaters have been suppressed for too long, and they have also endured for too long. Soon the British wizarding world will be bleeding like a river." Lucius nodded while holding one of his arms tightly.

As a member of the Death Eaters, he could clearly feel the intense burning sensation of the Dark Mark engraved on his arm at this moment, which was a sign that the Dark Lord was calling his subordinates.

"Teacher, what do we need to do next?" Harry Potter asked cautiously.

"Us? We don't need to do anything, just wait patiently. You have to understand that Voldemort is not a patient man..."

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, a man wearing a mask suddenly appeared out of thin air, bowed with one hand on his chest, and said in a magically disguised voice: "Good evening, Your Excellency. On behalf of the great Dark Lord You extend an invitation, and he is eager to meet you face to face and talk about Harry Potter."

"Oh? He actually has the guts to meet me!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He will never forget that the last time they met, in order to prevent accidents, the other party specially made a magic mirror to hide his true location.

"The Dark Lord is fearless! Even death will be conquered by him one day. Please come with me, he doesn't like to wait." Saying that, the masked man raised his wand and prepared to perform the teleportation Preparation for changing shadows.

Just when Zhang Cheng was about to walk over and let the other party take him to complete the teleportation, he suddenly found that Hermione had grabbed his clothes at some point, with nervousness and concern in his eyes.

Seeing this scene, he bent down and kissed the girl's forehead, and comforted with a smile: "Don't worry, honey, I'll be fine."

"Be careful! I will always be here waiting for you to come back!"