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The people in the shelter also know about this characteristic of the Deformers, so their defenses during the day will be relatively weak.

"However, the defenses are weak during the day, so it would be difficult to attack directly." Busujima Saeko took a breath and said softly, "Even a transcendent would find it difficult to withstand the power of firearms."

The Transcendents were adept at fighting against Deformed Monsters, and they could kill Deformed Monsters more effectively than soldiers armed with guns. Deformed Monsters of the same level were usually no match for the Transcendents, as they possessed intelligence.

However, when facing human firearms, the mutants' resistance is obviously far greater than that of ordinary transcendents.

It was precisely because of the firearms and the protection of the soldiers that the Archon's rule was so stable. Even the extraordinary rarely dared to resist him.

"There's really no need to attack directly." Katsura Kotonoha nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with Busujima Saeko's statement. "Hold my hand tight."

what?

Busujima Saeko was stunned for a moment, looking at the right hand that Katsura Kotonoha extended with a confused expression. However, she was full of trust in Katsura Kotonoha in her heart and did not hesitate.

The moment she grasped Gui Yanye's wrist, she felt a sudden dizziness. When she recovered, the scene before her had changed drastically.

Is this inside the shelter?

The low bungalows, the muddy sewage, the disgusting yet familiar stench, she finally confirmed that she was back. But why?

Busujima Saeko looked at Katsura Kotonoha with burning eyes, her expression full of disbelief.

She was sure that this was definitely not something that could be achieved by super-limit power. To put it simply, the so-called super-limit power was to alienate oneself in a short period of time and thus gain the ability to enhance physical strength.

But the power used by the girl before him was not alienation. This power was more like magic from a fictional work!

Katsura Kotonoha had no idea that Busujima Saeko beside her was already in turmoil. She was busy taking pictures of the scene in the shelter and sending them to the group.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Ugh, it looks so dirty!

Book Artist: This isn't just about being dirty, it's simply disgusting! What's that long, black thing under the wall on the left?

Lazy little kitty: Ugh, stop talking!

Curly: Damn! It's called a shelter, but it feels more like a refugee camp. This place is even more disgusting than Shinpachi's room full of used toilet paper. Hey! Don't these fat-headed executives care?

This is an actor: Your question is very interesting. Why do you think they care?

Angel of the Hidden Rain Village: Don’t these people feel disgusted?

Illustrator: They can just pretend they didn't see it. Out of sight, out of mind. Anyway, their own homes definitely wouldn't be like this.

Foul-mouthed man: Not only will it not be like that, but it might even smell delicious and have a big soft bed that can sleep more than a dozen people. As long as I meet a girl I like, I can immediately make her offer herself to me.

Curly-haired boy: Tsk, damn privilege! Let me be clear, Gin-san, I don't envy you at all, I just hate you!

Book Artist: I understand, I understand.

Skirt-lifting maniac: Yeah, Gin-san is not envious.

Curly-haired guy: ??? I’m not kidding, I’m serious!

Book Artist: No one said it was fake, so why are you so excited? It's really inexplicable.

Lazy Little Kitten: That’s right, Yin, you are too sensitive.

This is an actor: ...

Jellal shook his head helplessly. He could tell that the girls were clearly trying to tease Gin into amusement. But he didn't stop them. After all, if they really had nothing to hide, why would he be so sensitive?

"Minister Fudge, are you sure those Dementors are leading us on the right path?" Professor McGonagall, not far away, seemed to have finally been unable to resist asking, "I have to remind you that if we go any further, we will enter the depths of the Forbidden Forest."

"Please believe me, Headmaster McGonagall." Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and said lightly, "My jailers are all professionals. They will not make such a low-level mistake."

of course.

Although he said this in his heart, his heart was beating fast. He didn't know whether these Dementors had taken the wrong path out of their minds, but he couldn't admit it at this time.

"Hey, what's going on there?" The short Professor Flitwick pointed at the Dementors floating in the air not far away and tilted his head. "Why do they look like headless flies?"

655 Dementors are completely destroyed

That's right, the Dementors were circling a large open space in front of them.

This bizarre scene made all the professors present look at each other in confusion, completely confused about the Dementors' intentions.

"Respected Minister Fudge, do these lovely guards of yours want us to be their audience?" Snape sneered and said in a sarcastic tone, "Appreciate their beautiful dance?"

"These dance lessons are hardly beautiful," said Professor Pomona Sprout, Head of Hufflepuff. "They look completely devoid of any artistry, like pirate ship sails hanging in mid-air."

This metaphor is quite appropriate.

Looking at the Dementors floating in the sky, Gerard nodded in agreement. These ugly creatures really did look like tattered canvas hanging in the sky. The Hufflepuff Headmaster was quite a clever man.

Fudge was embarrassed by the ridicule and even a little angry. "They are not dancing, they must have discovered something!"

"What did you discover? Was it conscience?" Snape looked around and asked in surprise.

"You should know this very well, Severus." Professor McGonagall shook her head and said helplessly, "Dementors obviously don't have consciences."

These two were clearly performing a double act, their purpose being to embarrass the poor Minister of Magic in front of them and to express their displeasure at the latter's decision to allow Dementors into Hogwarts.

"That's enough!" The two had indeed achieved their goal, and Fudge felt a strong sense of humiliation in his heart. Ever since he became Minister of Magic, who the hell dared to be so sarcastic to him? "I just want to..."

"Hmm, very interesting." Before he could finish his words, Dumbledore beside him suddenly whispered, "What a brilliant concealment spell! It can even absorb the surrounding magic power to replenish itself?"

"what?"

"Concealment magic?"

Hearing Dumbledore's words, the surrounding professors quickly gathered around him.

Dumbledore drew his wand, twisted his wrist twice, and tapped the air before him. Suddenly, the air began to distort. But the distortion vanished in an instant.

"Is this a defensive array?!" Professor Flitwick, who was extremely familiar with spells, exclaimed exaggeratedly. "But I don't see any charged energy. How did it appear?"

Dumbledore didn't answer Flitwick's question, but simply stared intently at the open space before him. Then, without hesitation, a terrifying deep blue ray of light suddenly erupted from his wand.

Bang.

Before the professors could react, a terrifying gale suddenly surged towards them. Under the influence of this gale, the professors could not help but step back several steps, and the Dementors floating in the air were also repelled one after another.

"Albus, what are you doing?" Professor McGonagall frowned and asked loudly.

"He's trying to break the cloaking circle with brute force." Jellal's bangs were blown by the strong wind, and he said in a calm tone, "We should step back a bit."

"No! Professor Dumbledore, you can't do this!" Flitwick disagreed strongly and shouted, "This magic circle has a strong reference value. It shouldn't..."

"We are out of time, Professor Flitwick." Snape beside him grabbed him and pulled Flitwick back. "The most urgent issue now is to save people."

"Okay, I understand." Flitwick was silent for a moment, but finally nodded in agreement.

hum.

Powerful magical energy surged, and the surrounding air gradually dissipated. Visibly, ripples formed in the air before him. A deep blue beam of light poured into the center of the ripples, like boiling water dripping into a frying pan.

Boom boom boom.

The sky suddenly became overcast, and the entire Forbidden Forest was filled with strong winds. In the surrounding area, whether it was magical creatures or ordinary beasts, they all felt a sense of panic as if a disaster was about to happen.

Without any hesitation, these creatures spread their hooves and ran towards the distance.

The struggle between Dumbledore and the Concealment Circle seemed to have reached a critical point. The ripples suddenly burst from the center, forming blades of air that shot out in all directions.

puff.

Fudge was unable to dodge and his hat was instantly cut off by an air blade. Only the black brim of the hat was left covering his ridiculous head, which made him look very funny.

But at this moment, no one could laugh. Everyone present had panic and fear on their faces. These air blades were extremely fast and so dense... Even if the magic masters present were all strong enough, it would be difficult to resist them.

"Look out, Professor Snape!" Flitwick screamed.

In his pupils, he had already caught a glimpse of an air blade hurtling towards him and Snape. However, the air blade's height was obviously not enough to threaten the shorter Flitwick, but Snape was clearly on its trajectory.

Bang.

To Flitwick's relief, the air blade didn't slice off Snape's head as he'd expected. Instead, it was blocked by the azure shield that had suddenly appeared before them. The air blade struck the azure shield with a soft, thud-like sound, like raindrops hitting a roof.

"Thank you, Ziklaine." Flitwick and Snape both heard McGonagall's thanks, and everyone then realized that the one who helped them out was Gerald, the youngest of the group.

"This is what I should do, Professor McGonagall." Gerard nodded slightly, not feeling proud of it.

"Hurry! Ziklaine!" Fudge shouted, pointing at the Dementors in mid-air that were also being attacked by air blades. "Help them too, they are very important!"

"Sorry, I can't do that." Jellal shrugged and refused decisively.

Like his colleagues, he also disliked these disgusting magical creatures. Although he would not personally exterminate them, he would not be merciful and protect them from the wind and rain.

The moment Jellal finished speaking, several Dementors were mercilessly ripped apart by the air blades. The remaining ones clearly tried to escape, but they were unable to do so under the enveloping magical current.

"Damn it, damn it!" Fudge could only stand there helplessly and furious. At this moment, his heart was broken like a knife.

Click.

Like the sound of a broken mirror, the magic circle in front of him collapsed.

656 Clues converge

At the same time as the magic circle shattered, the professors present looked at the towering tower and their three perspectives were shattered.

This, what is this?

Whether it was Snape, McGonagall, or even Dumbledore, their faces showed an expression of disbelief and shock. This towering magic tower clearly overturned their understanding.

"A magic tower? A magic tower?" Fudge stared blankly at the tower before him, his face trembling. He turned his gaze to the Hogwarts professors beside him, waiting for their explanation.

"I know exactly what you mean, Minister Fudge." Dumbledore sighed and said slowly, "But we don't know the origin of this tower either."

"You don't know?" Fudge was obviously unconvinced.

"You should know, Minister Fudge," Dumbledore shook his head and said, "There are many secrets in the Forbidden Forest. No one dares to say that they know everything about it."

"Oh, yes." Fudge relaxed his expression and nodded seriously. "It's true that no one dares to say that they know the Forbidden Forest well. After all, no one has ever explored it. But, Professor Dumbledore... this tower appears very abruptly and is very dangerous. No one can guarantee that it was built by an evil wizard."

"You..." Professor McGonagall had already heard that this guy was obviously planning to take the magic tower. Regardless of whether the tower had an owner or not, it now belonged to the Ministry of Magic.

"Well, Minerva," Dumbledore interrupted Professor McGonagall and said calmly, "Minister Fudge is right. We can't be sure if some dangerous evil wizard created it."

"A wise choice, Professor Dumbledore." Fudge smiled broadly, completely forgetting the heartbreak he had felt when his loyal jailer died. "I need to request some support."

As he spoke, he took out his wand without waiting for the reactions of the Hogwarts professors present.

Bang bang bang.

In an instant, colorful rays of light bloomed from mid-air, coloring the entire sky.

Obviously, this is a special means of communication used by the Ministry of Magic. Before long, a large number of Aurors will dare to come here.

"Okay, we can go in now." Fudge winked at the professors present and said, "But for safety reasons, please don't touch the objects in the tower too much."

Just kidding, now everything in this magic tower belongs to the Ministry of Magic, and he certainly doesn't want anyone else to get involved.

Lagging behind the group, Jellal watched the other party's greed in silence, his expression neither sad nor happy. He didn't mind his opponent's greed, because he knew that excessive greed would definitely backfire.

Gerard was very generous towards a man who was destined to die.

Hogwarts, the playground.

"Hasn't there been any news from the professor yet?" Hermione asked softly, looking at Ron across from her.

"No, no one even knows where the professor has gone." Ron sighed, his eyes filled with worry. "Why did things turn out like this? Why did Professor Lupin kidnap Harry?"

"I don't know either." Hermione also shook her head with a melancholy expression.

She had just contacted Gerard through the magic phone and had confirmed that Harry was indeed kidnapped by Lupin. However, the professors had not yet found the exact whereabouts of Lupin and Harry, but they had some clues.

"Don't worry too much, Harry will be fine." Ginny, who was sitting next to them, comforted them. The little fangirl was also worried about her idol, but she was obviously calmer than Hermione and Ron. "After all, he is the destined savior."

"No, I don't believe in that bullshit fate," Ron said angrily.

If Harry is really the savior of destiny, why can't he even do a simple Transfiguration? Is this what a savior should do? No, absolutely not!

In Ron's view, Harry is just an ordinary little wizard. But he is his good friend, and he must do his best to help him!

"Well, do you think it's possible?" Hermione suddenly said, blinking, "Professor Lupin is Voldemort's man?"

hiss.

Hearing the name Voldemort, Ron and Ginny gasped. "Don't say that name, sister. Even if you're not afraid, we are!"

But even though he was afraid, Ron still said calmly: "Maybe, or should I say very likely."

If Lupin is Voldemort's man, then his motive for kidnapping Harry can be explained. But at the same time, it also means that Harry is now in great danger.