themonasnovels Chapter 544 Killing the god of death... 1 must be very cool! (Thanks to "Li Lingyu" for th
Chapter 544 Killing the god of death... 1 must be very cool! (Thanks to "Li Lingyu" for th
Chapter 544 Killing the Grim Reaper...it must be fun! (Thanks to "Li Lingyu" for the reward of [-] coins)
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The Tranvanians still gave some face and did not shave England's head in the opening game.
In fact, they almost did it.
Seeing that the English wizards were about to rush over with their wands and give each of them an Avada to eat a big melon, at the critical moment... the old coach shouted at the goalkeeper:
"How dare you let one ball kill you!"
The goalkeeper, who is said to be the bus conductor, spread his hands aggrievedly:
"I gave up, and they couldn't make any open spots. What can I do?"
"You are standing next to the ball frame, of course people are nervous, you go to the bathroom, and others are squatting in front of you, aren't you nervous?!
Roll me 20 meters away from the ball frame! "
So, this scene appeared on the field:
The Tranvania goalkeeper was away from the box, and the England Chaser, after hitting the box the first time, only made it in the second time.
As the ball entered, Tranvania's Seeker also caught the Snitch.
competition is over!
When the England captain landed on the Firebolt, his face was full of confusion and his eyes were full of tears.
我 是 谁 ，
where am I,
Is it our 390-point madness against the opponent?
When he saw more than a dozen reporters and assistants running over with their cameras... It was summer, but his heart was as cold as winter.
How to do?
Losing so badly, what excuses are you looking for?
In the last World Cup, he was still just a younger brother. The old captain explained that... the climate was not acclimatized, and the whole team suffered from diarrhea.
Yes, acclimatization! !
Wait...which country is this playing in?
The reporter was less than 200 meters away, and was still sprinting wildly.
Security guards, Aurors, hurry up and block this group of reporters, and don't allow them to interview.
Who put it in!
Just when the England captain was about to faint for a while to cover up his embarrassment, the team members from Tranvania rushed over, threw him into the air, and celebrated.
"Your sister, Merlin!" he growled.
"Why throw me away, I'm not on the same team as you!"
The reporters hurriedly took pictures... Tomorrow's Toutiao cover is ready.
"Go, boys."
In the box on the top floor, Nico stood up and glanced at the arena.Judging from his years of watching football, there will definitely be chaos tonight.
He just saw a large number of England fans burning jerseys.
As they descended the fuchsia-carpeted stairs, there was a rough noise in the night air.
England fans were mobbed.But not from other countries, but Irish, Scottish and Welsh fans...
England fans are so bloated these days, it annoys fans of all kinds.
Now that the game is lost, it's fine if they don't pretend to be dead, and they are still clamoring that this is a fake match.
Kill you bastards!
The wizards from other countries kept waving the flames in their hands, and laughed happily.
……
……
Many teachers gathered in the tent of the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"So, you don't have a clue?" Fudge asked impatiently.
He felt that it was a waste of time. These professors in front of him were all watching the game, and they were not particularly familiar with the key administrator.
Since they are not familiar with each other, it is easy for Fudge to close the case.
He knew that the descendants of the American Scavenger had unharmonious conflicts with the Magical Congress of America.
It's kind of like Death Eaters and the Ministry of Magic.
Then say that this person was killed by the purgers, and the purpose was to provoke conflicts between Britain and the United States.
Everyone will no longer focus on the safety of the Quidditch World Cup.
When it comes to throwing the pot away and making excuses, Fudge is always out of his wits.
He was about to leave, but suddenly looked at one of the wizards, frowned and said, "Professor Targaryen, do you know a Stark wizard?"
"I've heard of it, but never seen it."
The ancient rune professor named Targaryen shook his head.
"You really look alike." Fudge said with emotion.
"Many people have said this, but I have never seen this famous wizard."
"William is very busy, but we have a good relationship. Next time I see him, I will mention to him...you."
Fudge wanted to say something more, but Tonks rushed in in a panic.
"What's the matter, Tonks?!"
Fudge can't see his subordinates showing such expressions now, because it means... something happened.
really……
"Mr. Minister, something happened." Tonks breathed a sigh of relief, "The audience is gathering a crowd to fight. They surrounded the England players and wanted to beat them."
I really want to fight!
After all, Fudge still has qualities, so he didn't say this in his heart.
"Send Aurors to stop them immediately, and if they don't listen, they will all be caught in Azkaban."
Fudge explained and left in a hurry.
All the people dispersed.Professor Targaryen walked back to his room alone.
He closed the door, sat at the table, and seemed to be thinking about something with his chin in his hands.
Suddenly, a voice sounded behind him.
Professor Targaryen turned around abruptly, with his right hand forward, and the magic wand hidden in his sleeve shot out a slender but bright white light in the air.
But the spell passed through that shadow, causing no harm.
Professor Targaryen frowned, staring at the strange shadow.
Shadow smiled lightly, his demeanor was mysterious and conceited.
He said in a vicissitudes of life: "Can you kill me? No one in this world can kill me."
"Who are you?" Professor Targaryen asked.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is... what I can help you... get."
The shadow has a low voice, full of magnetism and bewitching power.
Professor Targaryen cast a contemptuous glance at the shadow, and sat down in his chair.
"The tone is not small...I want the England national team to win, can you give it to me?"
"..."
Shadow took a breath, he really couldn't do this.
"It's a wise move not to continue to attack me. In this magic world, no one can kill me. If there is, I will be very happy."
Shadow's tone was scary, he continued to sigh:
"I have been wandering alone in this world for countless years."
"What do you want from me?" Professor Targaryen interrupted.
"If your answer doesn't satisfy me, I will immediately find a British Auror.
The key manager just died, you are so sneaky, I think you killed it, right? ! "
"..."
"Whatever you think..." Shadow suppressed his voice and went straight to the point:
"Professor, I'm in Ilvermorny, and I've listened to your ancient runes class, especially the speculation about powerful ancient magic."
He stared straight into Targaryen's eyes.
"This power... is essentially something we can call prehistoric mysteries."
The young professor, who looked very similar to Stark, sat up straight as expected, with curiosity flashing in his eyes.
"The prehistoric mysteries...a bit strange name."
Shadow smiled, taking the bait.
"The greatest power lost by wizards, and I know where part of this power is hidden." The voice of the shadow was full of pride at the moment.
"I can direct you to it... on certain terms."
The young professor laughed and looked towards the shadow. "That's why you're here, Mister Shadow?
Want to recruit me to do things for you?What if I say no? "
"Don't rush to refuse, Professor." Shadow laughed.
"This power is hidden very deeply, and only wizards who are guided can find it.
I know you're craving it.Yeah, who could say no to a curious wizard?
So, I suggest... before making a decision, seriously consider whether to take this opportunity. "
"Chance?" Targaryen said. "What chance? Help a guy who hides his head and shows his tail?"
"There are great mysteries in the world, child." The Shadow sighed. "Those secrets are beyond your wildest imagination.
These powers are either lost or hidden away by powerful wizards.
Maybe it will be revealed in your lifetime.
When the time comes, this power will bring about a great moment of wizard transformation... and you have the opportunity to play an important role in this moment.
I want you to think about it very seriously.It is easy to reject me, but wisdom is hard to find in life. "
Targaryen was silent.
"...come, young Targaryen...follow me...help me...and gain immortality or wisdom."
asked Targaryen. "Who are you?"
"I used to keep death away..." Tom stared at the Targaryen.
"From today onwards, I am the god of death!"
Shadow left.
Professor Targaryen sat on the chair, and he said slowly: "Come out, he is gone."
No one came out, but a voice sounded.
"Professor, how do you know I'm here?"
Professor Babling didn't reply, but said impatiently, "William, what are you doing here?"
"I want to see...how Tom tricks you."
"See?" Babling laughed.
"Not to mention... his eloquence is really good, and his painting of big cakes is also good, I am a little moved."
"Then you cooperate with him?"
"Everyone calls Death God...is there anyone who cooperates with Death God?"
"Why not?" Babling asked calmly.
"Really?" William raised his eyebrows and cast a deep glance at Babling.
"But rather than working with Reaper...I want to kill Reaper more.
Killing the god of death... that feeling... must be very cool! "
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Thanks to "cyrickergol" for the reward.
Thanks to the QQ reading reader "Li Lingyu" for the reward of [-] coins.
Seventeen chapters owed!
The beautiful nurse lady is giving me artificial respiration for the last rescue. )
(End of this chapter)