The Mightiest Aurors of Hogwarts

The thick fog was blown away, and the person finally appeared.

It was a young woman wearing doll pajamas. Her eyes were as clear as sapphires, but they seemed to be out of focus.

Is this guy awake?

The man in the white mask stared at the young witch who came with the mist in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The British wizarding world has such a great reputation in the world. Except for Dumbledore, who is second to none among the great wizards. In addition, there are such powerful young people.

Not to mention the Auror who was incapacitated by a sneak attack, his age may have broken the record of the youngest archmage; now the witch who looked like she had not had enough sleep was also young, but her magic power was obviously not weak anymore. To myself.

I am the second in the order of the temple's combat power. Apart from the chief of the temple who is one round older than me, I am also considered a leader among the younger generation - becoming a sage mage at this age, even if it is a science Few of the professors at Dostoriz could do that either.

Countless black mist surged out from his wand, like a black giant beast running towards Aesop and the doll pajama witch in front of him. "It's really unpleasant. All the geniuses in this world should be destroyed by the storm." The man in the white mask let out another burst of hysterical laughter, "The storm is coming!"

Unexpectedly, the witch who came to help completely ignored this terrible magic. She just waved her wand, and rain fell from the sky.

Those surging black houses were exposed to the rainwater and dissipated directly.

A curtain of rain directly separated the street into two worlds - the half of the man in the white mask, with black mist surging; and the half of the witch in the doll's pajamas, still peaceful.

The man in the white mask pulled out the battle sword from his waist: "It seems like we need to use some real skills."

Half of the wizards of Kodosdorez have their abilities in battle swords. Only Russian wizards who wield both stick and sword can be called battle wizards.

"The storm is coming!"

The witch wearing doll pajamas frowned, as if she had just come out of a half-asleep state, with a strong feeling of getting up: "You have been so noisy since just now!"

She took a step forward, pointed her wand forward, and countless winds hit the white mask.

Before the man in the white mask could react, a crack appeared on the mask, revealing the red eyes under the mask.

His heart tightened, and he immediately placed the sword in front of him. When the wind touched the blade, it made a sound of iron and stone clashing.

The doll pajamas witch strode towards the white mask, more wind rushed out from her side: "It's so noisy, it keeps storming."

The ubiquitous wind blades cut dozens of small wounds on the white masked man's body.

At this moment, the witch was not far in front of him, and the tip of the wand was almost touching his sword: "Is there a storm coming?"

"I - am the storm!"

The sword lying in front of the Second Master of the Holy Church was cut off directly, or was it blown to pieces by the wind?

The strong wind pressure directly knocked him away with his sword.

Isn't this guy's master-level magic a weather spell?These were the last thoughts of the Second Master of the Temple before his Apparition.

"Stop chasing." Aesop said with difficulty, calling out to the doll witch in pajamas who wanted to catch up.

She seemed to have just discovered the injuries on Aesop's body and screamed: "What's wrong with you, Aesop?"

"If I'm not wrong, he should be injured." Aesop rolled his eyes, "Get me some fresh food."

"Oh, okay." The busy witch muttered, "There should be fresh food at Hagrid's place. I'll go get some."

Then, Aesop watched her apparate away.

Yes, as powerful as ever, but also as unreliable as ever, Anna.

Anna Monroe came back soon, and she pulled Aesop up from the ground. The pain made Aesop grin and said, "It's not safe here anymore, that guy may come back at any time, I have to take you away." "

"Thank you very much, but I can't use my followers to reveal themselves right now."

"It's really troublesome. Do you want to learn the weather spell? Aesop, you see, most people can't beat me." Anna Monroe helped Aesop towards the direction of the cabin, while not forgetting to promote her own spell. , "And in this case, it is much more convenient to turn into white mist and rush."

"Ha, I want to learn it, but not everyone has your talent." I must have been injured because I didn't learn the weather spell well - bah, besides you, whose weather spell is used against the enemy? .

"That's true, but your talent is not bad, Aesop." Anna Monroe had a comforting expression.

This girl really can't hear the sarcasm in other people's words - she's still the same as before.

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"So you still failed, Artyom, and you didn't even bring back the two swords equipped with positioning magic." The woman wearing a white mask looked down at the man lying on the hospital bed.

His body was covered with bandages, and of course, the most obvious feature was his glowing red eyes.

"Don't be like this, third child. The other party is a great mage. It would be great if I can come back alive."

"The Archmage?" The white-masked woman's voice was cold, "The Archmage who was deposed by the third detachment of the temple?"

"If you, an idiot, hadn't chased him down by yourself and snatched away my man's tracking compass, we would have taken him back to the temple headquarters long ago."

Artyom gritted his teeth: "Third brother, if you hadn't complained to the sword master, my men wouldn't have been withdrawn. If the people from the second team cooperated, it wouldn't be difficult to capture them."

"Them." The woman snorted, "So the one who defeated you was not Aesop Green."

Artyom remained silent. He had always looked down upon other captains of the Templar Squadron, but this time...

"It doesn't feel good to be defeated by a woman you have always looked down upon, Artyom."

Artyom's eyes became even redder: "You know?"

"I'm not a loser like you. I really don't know why the sword master put you in charge of the operation in the first place, just because your code is one ahead of mine?" the captain of the third team of the Holy Temple mocked, "That one made you so embarrassed. The witch is a staff member of the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters of the Ministry of Magic, and is said to be very good at weather spells."

"Disaster Department? She is not a combatant?"

"Isn't it your famous saying that women should walk away in the face of war?" The woman in the white mask looked at her jokingly, "Yes, Anna Monroe is not only not an Auror, she is not even good at fighting. According to our intelligence Look, she and Aesop Green were students in the same class at Hogwarts, they have a pretty good relationship, and they graduated from Ravenclaw House."

"Of course," the woman's face hidden under the mask revealed a very interested smile, "In some Aurors' mouths, she is called the Queen of Celestials."