Chapter 143 The Scared Dementor and the Limited Glove

Chapter 143 The Scared Dementor and the Limited Glove

Since the Dementors were taken over by the Aurors, they lived in fear every day.

The Auror Ozzy Heard, who was in charge of the management, couldn't help the bruises on his forehead when he heard the howling ghosts and howling wolves.

"What the hell are they calling?"

At the same time, Lippi Kerber had the same expression. They wanted to drive all the dementors back to that ghost place in Azkaban.

Oz took a deep breath to calm himself down.

She is an old Auror, and as an experienced senior, she is qualified to lead a team of strikers.

Yan Yan said: "These dementors haven't eaten for too long, and Sirius Black is nearby, so we can't send them back to Azkaban."

Hearing Sirius, Li Pi's face twitched.

The Ministry of Magic's arrest warrant for Sirius is extremely dangerous, even an Auror may not be his opponent.

Such a dangerous person had been hiding in Hogwarts for more than half a year, and even Lippi wanted to swear at Fudge who had stepped down.

At the same time, his mind moved slightly, he looked at Oz and asked, "You don't have any ideas?"

"Idea?" Ozzy glanced at Lipi.

Lippi chuckled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and threw it to Ozzy, and picked one up to light himself.

Both of them were old smokers, and a puff of smoke came out of their mouths. Lippi said meaningfully: "The Ministry of Magic is now at the time of power transfer, don't you take the opportunity to go up?"

Others don't know it, but Lippi, Oz's old partner, knows it very well.

Ozzy is capable. She has been an Auror for ten years. In terms of qualifications and strength, she is a front-line Auror.

But because Oz made a mistake, she once let a werewolf go, and this incident has become a stain on her body.

In addition, the Ministry of Magic deliberately suppressed the Auror office before, so she was suppressed in the Auror position for a few years, and she didn't even get the title of Elite Auror.

You can only take the striker outside and do some work around finding contraband.

Lippi regretfully said: "If Tang Mi is still here, you must be with him..."

When the words came to his lips, he saw Oz's dimmed eyes, and he changed the subject, "We can't expect too much from the director of the Auror Office, and hope that we don't have to continue to search for contraband."

Lippi is a very shrewd person. He knows that he and Oz, who have no background, basically have no chance for the vacant director position.

He just wanted to be less fringe, at least let himself slip into the Auror's office.

Oz took a puff of smoke from his sexy red lips, threw down the cigarette that burned to his buttocks, stepped on his feet with his shoes, and said flatly: "You know, we don't have the qualifications, those places are pure blood. "

She is of mixed blood, and Lippi is from a Muggle family. Although they became Aurors after the fall of Voldemort, the internal concept of pure blood still affects them.

Office Aurors are not their turn, only those with pure blood or background are eligible.

Lippi chuckled, with an inexplicable look in his eyes and said: "That's not necessarily true. Isn't Tang Mi under that man? It's rumored that that man told Fudge to go down..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Ozzy's murderous eyes. He raised his hands and said hastily, "Okay, don't mention him."

The two chatted outside.

And the dementors are miserable.

...

The dementors huddled together and receded like the tide.

Walking alone among the dementors is like picking livestock.

Suddenly, a dementor that was not retreating so fast was locked by sight.

The black silk thread was entangled, and the dementor let out a scream, and was pulled away by the tentacle-like silk thread.

The other dementors were silent, frantically trying to escape.

The Aurors didn't notice either. After all, no one would think that someone would take the initiative to find a dementor.

"What are you running, I won't kill you all."

John had just taken one dementor away, and seeing the others so scared, he couldn't help but give a blank look.

How about returning to Azkaban guards like this?

He clicked his tongue twice, and left a sentence that he would come tomorrow, scaring the remaining dementors so much that their rotting cloaks almost flew away.

With the dementors in hand, John returns to the Slytherin Chamber of Secrets.

The Soul-eating Curse stripped the dementors clean, and the black threads were retracted into the ring, and a mass of holy silver-white souls appeared in John's hands.

Tear the soul into strips and throw it into the cauldron to mix with the potion.

Add unicorn horn and you have a potion of soul-strengthening potion.

With a mouthful of boredom, John's body trembled.

The man he had seen several times appeared in front of his eyes, and it took a long half an hour.

He lowered his head and supported the table dripping with sweat.

"The soul recovered a little."

After closing his eyes and feeling for a while, the soul of his right hand recovered a little, and at the same time, he felt that his soul seemed to be tempered every time he was tortured.

Opening his right hand, dark and evil black threads change in his hand.

John's eyes were deep. He had only used this power on dementors. What if it was on other beings?

Terrible thoughts came to mind, and John himself was startled.

Pushing the thought out, John looked at the ring, which had gotten darker, and he knew it was starting to affect him.

"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

Knowing the horror of this force, John repeatedly warned himself not to break the bottom line.

Opening his eyes again, his eyes became clear again.

Another room in the secret room is emitting a heat wave, and the temperature in it can be felt astonishingly close to the door.

A large piece of mithril gradually melted in the furnace, but the speed was a bit slow.

"At this speed, it will probably take a while to melt."

John went to the other side and started tinkering with a mold.

This time the mold is not the same as before, it is not a sword, but something like a hand.

Using a pocket knife to refine each line in the mold, John will create something worthy of the Johnny Silverhand title.

Since it is Your Excellency Silver Hand, how can there be no Silver Hand?

Add the details, just pour the melted mithril into it.

There are six slots reserved on this hand for placing gems.

Well, it looks like the setting is the infinite gauntlet of a certain purple sweet potato essence.

Waiting for the melting time, John has finished the details of the silver hand.

This thing he calls the limited glove is not simple, it can be said that it is the strongest alchemy item that John can make at this time.

As the mithril melted, John poured it into molds.

At the same time, John stretched out a hand, adding some magic to it.

The liquid solidified and cooled, the mold was knocked open, and a delicate silver arm appeared in front of him.

Insert the upper six grooves into the magic crystal and the gemstone of the ring of spells.

John grabbed the silver hand with his right hand, and the silver hand shattered on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, the shattered pieces fit together along John's right arm, and finally, John's right hand turned silver.

The pattern on the arm is fine and luxurious, and the gems are even more noble.

I moved my hands without any sense of obstruction.

Clenching his fist and then loosening it, staring at the burning stove, John stretched his hand in without hesitation.

The hot flames were enough to melt steel, and John didn't even frown.

The flame burned, but not only did it not melt, John even felt very cool and comfortable.

"The physical body is weak, and the machine is soaring."

Raising his eyebrows, John took out his hand and snapped his fingers, and the surrounding things suddenly floated.

"Although it's just a basic floating spell and armor spell, it's just practical."

A white ball of light appeared in the palm of his hand, and John aimed at a table.

The ball of light instantly shattered the table, and John nodded in satisfaction.

Putting down the hand, the silver on it quickly rushed to the fingers, and finally condensed into a silver ring on the middle finger.

One silver and one black, the two rings on the right hand are particularly conspicuous.

John took off the silver ring and put it in his pocket.

He imagined that when the Philosopher's Stone was made, then this thing would really become a magic version of the Infinity Gauntlet.

Out of the Chamber of Secrets, John walked through the Chamber of Secrets.

Heinrich looked up at John and asked, "Okay?"

"All right."

John wasn't wearing wizard robes, but a vest with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows.

Seeing Heinrich staring at the Firebolt in the secret room, the corners of John's mouth curled up, and he said, "I like it, see you off."

Heinrich withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and said, "It's not necessary."

With Edgar's financial resources, he could still afford a Firebolt.

John had a headache, put on the wizard robe, and said, "Follow me."

Heinrich didn't ask, and followed behind.

After arriving at the Room of Requirement, John opens the door that appeared out of nowhere and takes Heinrich inside.

Inside was a dueling platform, and Heinrich's golden eyes moved slightly.

John went up first, followed by Heinrich.

"You don't need the Firebolt, so let's train you to become stronger."

John smiled and saluted like a gentleman.

Heinrich's eyes gradually became fanatical.

Sure enough, only fighting can make Edgar happy.

John smiled slightly, this is unfortunate, he has no shortage of strength.

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