Arriving alone: ​​70 billion copies of survival

Chapter 176 The Noisy Ghost

"Master, he is here..."

"That Oriental..."

"He's right outside the door..."

"Let's torture him with forbidden spells..."

"Kill him……"

"Get out!"

At the end of the long table, a slender and shadowy man was stroking a colorful big snake with his right hand, and there was no expression on his weird face.

Voldemort raised his eyes and glanced at the Death Eaters who were afraid to sit down on both sides of the long table. His eyes were calm and he didn't know what he was thinking.

This is the Great Hall of Hogwarts.

It is also the location of the restaurant.

Eerie, beautiful, and magnificent.

There are four long tables, roughly representing the four colleges, and another long table is placed on the table at the top of the restaurant, which is the teacher's seat.

Thousands of candles floated in mid-air in the Great Hall. These candles were deliberately decorated in the shape of lanterns that were completely incompatible with the environment. It may have been deliberately arranged by Voldemort knowing that He Gang was Chinese.

The roof is enchanted, clearly showing the appearance of the outside sky.

This Christmas, Hogwarts students and staff were all sent home, and even students who returned to school today will be arranged to gather in another venue and go directly to the dormitory, bypassing the hall.

Now, the Carlo brothers and sisters have led He Gang outside the oak foyer and stood on the marble path.

"You cast a silence spell inside? I can't hear the sound coming from this direction."

He Gang questioned the Carlo brothers and sisters in an attitude of a superior. For him, in the HP world, apart from the god of death, there are probably not many things or people who can make He Gang look good by their own strength.

Of course, maybe Voldemort is also an exception.

After all, this Dark Lord still has many uses for him.

Alecto Caro honestly replied:

"Every corner of Hogwarts casts many spells to suppress any magic and natural phenomena. This was arranged by the previous headmasters, and we don't know much about it."

"Huh."

He Gang spit out a syllable lightly.

His senses are very sensitive.

Naturally, the noise of the students outside the Forbidden Forest could be heard.

Although Voldemort's control of the entire wizarding world and his infiltration of Hogwarts are already known to everyone, after all, no one has pierced the window paper, and he probably doesn't want to appear in front of the stage so early. , So everything I did avoided the eyes and ears of students and parents.

"How would they define whether a child should go to a magic school or not?"

"Every child with magical talent, as long as he is born in the UK, will be automatically included in the admissions list of Hogwarts. When the children are 11 years old, they will receive the admission letter from the owl."

Amycus Caro answered He Gang.

Alecto Caro added:
"Of course, this process does not screen their gender, blood and race."

The world in which he said this was very unassuming, and his voice was deliberately lowered.

It seemed that even though Voldemort had repeatedly asked them to show that they didn't care so much about their bloodline in front of He Gang, they still didn't change their inherent concepts.

"Ha ha."

He Gang sneered.

He didn't break.

The doors on both sides of the foyer were open, and the ghosts who had been wandering Hogwarts all year round were curiously watching He Gang, who was treated with caution by Voldemort and others.

Although they have been dead for many years, they are also quite gossipy, and they have spied on the arrangements of many Voldemort and Death Eaters in the school because of their indestructible characteristics.

It's just that they didn't expect that this person who was treated with caution turned out to be an Asian face.

They whispered and didn't care about He Gang's feelings.

It's nothing more than curiosity, or a little contempt for Asians.

Many of the ghosts here are from the eighteenth century, and a few even participated in the war against the Qing government at that time.

His words were even more frivolous and disrespectful.

"I'm sorry, sir, but I'll drive them away at once."

Amycus Carrow sneered.

She cursed silently why the door hadn't been opened yet. They had been standing here for half a quarter of an hour.

While pulling out his wand to drive away these daring ghosts.

Even a soul master like Voldemort can't do anything about these dead people lingering in the world. In He Gang's eyes, dark wizards like them with low mana can only bluff at best.

But He Gang stopped her.

"You probably have no way to deal with souls."

He said.

And eager to try.

The dozens of ghosts in front of the main eyes don't look weird to others, but they are extremely weird to him.

There is a pale ghost with a little tendon attached to its neck to keep his head from falling. It is covered in a long, corrupt cloth that exudes black fog. From its neck protrude one after another of illusory sticky tentacles, twisting and crooked in front of him. Squeeze out from under the head, rise to two meters in the air, and bark its teeth and claws.

There is a ghost covered in blood that is even more frightening. The skin of the whole body is turned upside down, and all the organs and internal organs are hanging out of the body, which is extremely frightening.

The ghosts are still chirping.

Their issues have ranged from Voldemort to whether there are wizards in the East to how much gold they robbed themselves in the wars of the eighteenth century.

And because of this, there was a lot of quarrels, and there were a few dead old things rolling up their sleeves and wanting to fight.

A suffocatingly intense light suddenly burst out.

This light is like strong acid to the ghost, as soon as it touches the skin, it will immediately melt.

Then, a strong green light flashed past, and dozens of ghosts, except for a few who hid cleverly, were all burned and turned into a wisp of green smoke. .

The noisy voice in the ear disappeared instantly.

"Noisy."

He Gang spat.

He put away the inferior wand that Dumbledore had made for him. It couldn't stand the fusion of two such powerful forces and actually burned completely.

Sure enough, the reason why the magic in this world cannot have a lethal effect on ghosts is probably because the God of Death is in the way. The ghosts are the relatives of the God of Death who are left behind in the world and do not want to go to the kingdom of the dead. Even if they have not entered the realm of the God of Death, they are not Merlin magic. Can kill.

Holy Light is different.

Although God seems to be polluted, the holy light is still the nemesis of all evil spirits.

Coupled with the Avada Kedavra Curse, which directly kills souls, it is surprisingly effective in killing ghosts.

The Carlo brothers and sisters trembled.

The body is almost crawling to the ground.

They were very close, and they could clearly perceive how surging the magic power of He Gang in front of them. I'm afraid even Voldemort was less than one-tenth of it.

This is normal.

He Gang's level is 60. In Tudou's novel, he is the Dou Huang, and Voldemort is just a small fighter, and with the talents of many hero units extracted, He Gang's initial level should be counted as a diamond.

In this case, even in the field where Voldemort is good at, it is difficult for him to compete with He Gang.

Just like a junior high school student who is very good at junior high school geography, but compared with a doctoral student who is not in this major, he will be beaten to pieces.

Also at this moment, when the black ash-like substances left behind by ghosts after being completely killed were scattered everywhere, the oak door slowly opened.

(End of this chapter)