Hogwarts time travel

The three vehicles galloped all the way without stopping, and soon arrived at the whistleblower's location.

The steward of the caravan that Loya was in had a hard time dealing with his companions.

"What are we waiting for? We don't want to stay in this place for a second!"

"Wait a minute, wait a little longer, and you'll find out soon."

The appearance of the three off-road vehicles did not attract much attention. Several caravans had been here before, and they all ran away after seeing the tragedy here. Presumably the ones who came back here are the same.

The car door opened, and a group of soldiers wearing gray-yellow desert camouflage came out, as well as two weird men in black robes.

"Who's Roy?" said the captain of the front car.

Everyone's eyes were locked on the steward, watching him walk in front of the other party servilely.

"I am I am!" Roy the steward said with a smile, "I reported it!"

"Yeah." The captain glanced at the wizard, and after getting an affirmative answer, he turned his head and said to the steward, "Your reward will be given to you, now take us to the dungeon."

"Okay!" The steward hurriedly led the way, and the two wizards followed. Only a group of reformers stood quietly, forming a faint encirclement.

The atmosphere was a bit weird, and the people in the caravan asked tentatively, "Can we leave?"

"I'm afraid not." The former team leader said, "You can leave after we confirm the situation."

Everyone in the caravan looked at each other with worry in their eyes. It would be great if it was what he said, but why did it feel so wrong?

Everyone felt a little regretful, it would be nice if they left with Lars.

On the other side, the steward led the two wizards down to the dungeon. On the way, those horrific scenes didn't frighten them, and the shorter one even commented that these were really childish.

The two wizards saw Nightingale's corpse in the dungeon. They were both wizards, the only difference was that one was standing and the other was lying on the ground.

My brother squatted down and saw the hole in Nightingale's forehead at a glance, "Did he be shot, or a small-caliber gun, these damned things."

The younger brother looked very sorry, "I still want to invite her on a date... Really."

After the elder brother confirmed his identity, he asked the steward to carry Nightingale on his back and left the dungeon.

Outside, a group of people were waiting eagerly for the two wizards.

"Everyone." My brother said, "I'm really sorry, I know that many of you are innocent, but because your captain of the guard killed the wizard, according to the laws of the kingdom that you don't know, all of you to be executed."

"What?" The crowd exploded, "Lass ran away, what does it matter to us?"

There was still a guilty smile on the brother's face, "I'm extremely sorry, if I want to complain, I can only blame you for being cheap."

"Kill them all, and do it cleanly."

"Yes!" The reformers suddenly agreed.

Everyone wanted to escape, but how could it be the opponent of the reformed person?

As soon as I started running, I found that my vision was getting higher and higher. It turned out that the whole head had been taken off, and it was spinning and somersaulting in the air.

There were also those who wanted to resist, but just as they raised their guns, the barrel of the gun was twisted by the eye-catching reformers, and they turned around with a slap on the head and fell to the ground.

Some people wanted to kneel down and surrender, but before kneeling down, they found that their lower body lost consciousness—the entire upper body fell from the body and was cut in half.

These ordinary people are weak and vulnerable to the attacks of the transformed people.

Everywhere you look is blood red, which is quite appropriate compared to this tribe that has just been destroyed.

All the remodelers in the front and rear cars participated in the massacre under the supervision of the wizard, and only the steward was left to watch all this in a daze.

"Ahhhhh—" As if waking up from a dream, the steward who was still stupid just now jumped up.

"I'm the king of the world! I'm the king!" The steward seemed to be frightened crazy by this horrible scene, jumping and laughing as he walked outside.

"The acting skills are poor." The elder brother appeared in front of the steward and watched him perform with a smile.

"Uh—" The steward was strangled by the throat, with a painful expression on his face, and stretched out his hand to break free.

"Why don't you pretend?" My brother smiled. "It turns out that lunatics are also afraid of death? What do you think, brother?"

The younger brother was called and nodded again and again, "Brother is right."

The smile on my brother's face grew wider, "That's right, a big torch will be rewarded."

"boom--"

The steward was instantly engulfed by the flames bursting from his palm, turning into a "torch" jumping around in his palm.

The steward's body was burned by the flames, but because of being caught, he could only cry in pain in his hands.

The temperature of the flame was very high, and soon the fat in the steward's body was consumed, leaving only a gray and ruined body trembling slightly in the hands of his brother.

Although it was said to be fast, the whole process lasted 5 minutes.

"This feeling." The elder brother showed a disappointed look on his face, "It will never last. When will there be a torch that burns forever?"

Everyone, including his younger brother, looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, as if he hadn't seen or heard anything.

"Brother, clean it up." The elder brother threw down his stumped body in a dispirited manner, turned around and got into the car.

"Yes, brother!" The younger brother subconsciously stood up straight and replied.

……

The car gradually drove away, and in the distance, a hurricane of earthy yellow was gradually forming at the tribe's location. If it developed on this scale, all traces would soon be wiped out without leaving any traces.

As for whether the storm in the desert area will affect the living environment of people in this area, this is not within their consideration.

"It's really easy to use!" The younger brother caressed the gemstone pendant on his neck fondly, and the blue gemstone was obviously dimmed a little.

"Use it sparingly, don't play too much." My brother said with a smile.

The younger brother glanced at his elder brother's gemstone which was obviously dimmer than his own, and said nothing.

Brother seemed to realize that his words were not convincing, so he explained:

"Wind is everywhere in nature, and you can save mana when you use wind magic. But fire in nature is rare, so my consumption is higher."

The younger brother nodded again and again, indicating that the older brother was right.

Who doesn't have a hobby yet?As a younger brother, I can only support him, even the extremely magic-consuming behavior of making a fire with bare hands can only show that he did a good job, and he can't say anything else.

"Brother, how do we find Her Majesty Rosetta? Using a locator?"

"It's useless. Some reformers have been arrested. Those guys who have no loyalty at all will definitely tell them about the locator. We need to change our method."

Saying that, my brother took out a long black cloth bag, which looked like a baby's swaddle.

"What is this, brother?"