Why Would a Good Person Kill Casually?

Two miles away in the direction of the manor, the windows on the second floor of the main house were all opened, and several faces were crowded in the windows looking out.

The sky above the western slope was unusually bright, with blue-white light illuminating half of the sky. Even the outline of the ridgeline further away was clearly floating under the light curtain.

The heat wave could be felt two miles away, and the hot wind hit my face, as if summer had suddenly arrived.

Claire stood in front of Corridor's window, his mouth opened wide and he forgot to close it.

Jean-Pierre's straw hat was crooked and his wand was still in his hand. He looked at the blue-white light in the direction of the west slope and said nothing for a long time.

Madeleine leaned against the wall, forgetting to smoke the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at it for a while and said, "Fuck it."

Felix stood at the door of the main room, his hand holding the wand a little stiff.

He is the person who knows Regulus best in the manor. He has seen the briefing given to him by Orion mentioning the heir's fighting ability.

The wording is restrained and the data is vague. He only says that he has a dueling level that is beyond that of his peers.

Felix knows how flexible it is to be rated as being "beyond his peers". Maybe it's because he learned Shield Charm earlier than his peers, or maybe it's because he was able to survive the siege of three senior students.

Later, the owner sent someone to explain to him face to face.

It is said that the young master once defeated a witch in her early twenties in a head-to-head confrontation. That witch was ranked first in the entire UK Pure-blood Circle.

It is said that the young master is good at Transfiguration, masters a large number of difficult spells, and has a calm and efficient fighting style.

After Felix listened, I had a general impression of this heir. He was extremely talented. Maybe after graduation, he would be able to get close to the elite Auror.

Now the sky outside the window is covered with blue-white flames, the air is distorted by the high temperature, and the outlines of distant mountains and hills are swaying in the heat wave.

Two miles away, the heat wave warmed the window glass, and the door frame swelled slightly, making a slight squeaking sound as the wood expanded due to heat.

He entered the Ministry of Magic law enforcement training camp at the age of sixteen and worked there for more than ten years. He has seen Dark Wizard set fires, seen Fiendfyre lose control and burn down an entire building, and seen Fire Dragon spitting pillars of fire into the sky during his estrus.

He has seen blue-white flames, and High-Temperature Curse and Compressed Burning Charm both produce this color temperature.

But that was a spell that was fired one after another. He had never seen this curtain of flames covering everyone's heads before.

He turned over a report marked top secret in Auror Office's file, regarding the analysis of the use of Magic in the 1945 duel by Gellert·Grindelwald.

The report mentioned that some of Grindelwald's Magic skipped the specific spell structure and directly drove the elements with will.

The author of that report wrote a note at the end, "This ability cannot be acquired through training and cannot be copied. It is not recommended as a training reference for Auror."

Now he saw another wizard do it with his own eyes, thirteen years old, Heir of the Black family.

He exhaled slowly.

The person sent by his master didn't lie to him, he just said it too politely.

Corridor heard footsteps from the other end. Dupont turned from the stairs and walked to his side, following his line of sight and looking into the distance.

The old housekeeper's face was half-lit by the firelight, and his stubble cast tiny shadows in the light. His voice trembled unconsciously. "Is this the young master?"

Felix nodded.

Dupont was silent for a while, then put the wand back into his sleeve. "I'm going to prepare coffee, I'm very busy tonight."

On the olive tree on the east side, a lean man leaned out half of his body from the canopy.

The moment he saw the flames spreading across the sky, he recognized what it was.

He has worked at Black family for nineteen years and has been working for this family since Arcturus III, but this is the first time he has seen him.

He turned his head and looked towards the ridge. His companion's signal had not yet come on, so he was probably looking at the same fire curtain.

On the edge of the southern slope Old Vine District, a woman with hair tied back is standing on the rock. Unlike the man on the olive tree, her expertise is perception and tracking.

She has a deeper understanding of the structure of Magic Power than most combat wizards. She has watched the entire process of Regulus releasing flames from beginning to end.

The arc of the wand's circle, the texture of Magic Power, the flames from the tip of the wand to mid-air, and then to every stage of spreading horizontally.

She knew this kind of thing existed, but seeing it with her own eyes was another matter.

On the west slope, the middle-aged witch holding scissors was inserting the scissors into Orion's Belt, her eyes always staring at the blue-white sky.

In the shadow of the stone wall on the north side of the main house, a man in dark gray robe looked up at the sky and muttered something.

Under the curtain of fire, intruders numbering thirty or forty were huddled together, and some were about to run away.

There was a tall and thin figure, with the wand still in his hand, his eyes widened, and his pupils shrank into two small black dots under the blue and white firelight.

He rushed out to the side and his body began to twist, Apparition.

He couldn't stand it anymore and would rather fight Splinching than stay here.

Regulus turned his head and looked over, without raising his wand or chanting a spell. His eyes fell on the twisting figure, and he locked his mind.

The fire curtain above the head suddenly cracked, and a piece of flame peeled off the curtain.

The blue-white fire ball fell downwards, dragging its tail flames, and it was so fast that it drew a straight bright line in the night. The fire ball hit the outer body of Apparition, directly wrapping his body.

The flames burned from the shoulders down to the knees, from the back to the chest. The man was pulled out of the semi-formed space distortion, and his body reappeared in the same place, but it had become a burning man.

He staggered forward two steps, letting out a scream that was muffled by the flames. He waved his hands randomly in the air, and Apparition's space fluctuations completely dissipated.

The fire was still burning, the skin blistered, cracked, and scorched under the high temperature, the robes were burned away, and the wand turned to ashes in his hand.

He fell to the ground and rolled twice, then stopped moving.

Not burned to death, still alive, but not as good as dead.

The open space was quiet for a moment, and then someone ran away from the other side.

The three people ran in different directions at the same time, probably thinking that if they spread out, a few of them would escape.

The fire curtain above the head cracked again, and three blue and white fire balls peeled off at the same time, fell at the same time, and hit the three escaping people at the same time.

Three pillars of fire ignited at three different locations in the open space at the same time, and screams also sounded at the same time, and then went out one after another.

There were two others who raised their staffs at the same time and shot spells at the fire curtain above their heads. Reducto and Exploding Charm tried to blast a gap in the curtain.

Reducto hit the fire curtain, and the white beam dissipated in mid-air without even a ripple.

The orange-red light ball of Exploding Charm was directly swallowed by the fire curtain. The impact of the explosion was wrapped in blue-white flames, and disappeared with a muffled sound.

Two fireballs fell from the fire curtain and hit the two people at Spellcasting accurately.

One of them fell back, hitting the back of his head on the gravel, and the flames burned through his face, smothering his screams in his throat. The other one jumped forward, scratching the ground with his hands, and then fell silent.

No one ran away anymore, and no one resisted anymore.

Some people were squatting on the ground, holding their heads in their hands, throwing away their wands. Others were leaning on their companions, lips moving, probably reciting prayers.

Someone's hand holding the wand was shaking violently, and the tip of the wand was facing the curtain of fire above his head, but he didn't have the courage to try another spell.

The few members of the core group who could still move lay on the ground and glanced at each other. No one spoke or raised their wands.

Then three people in the crowd suddenly acted strangely.

Two members of the outside team and one of the back team stood in different positions and stopped all actions at the same moment.

Those who were trembling stopped, those who were squatting stood up, and those who were holding their heads put down their hands.

Their pupils dilated at the same time, the edges of their irises changed from their original color to a hollow black, and their muscles relaxed and tightened instantly, as if something had taken over them from the body.

The next moment, the wands were raised at the same time, with mechanical and precise movements, completely different from the panicked and trembling postures just now.

The tip of the staff lights up green.

Three rounds of Killing Curse were fired at Regulus from three directions at the same time.

Regulus's Magic Perception had already captured the change before the green light came on, and the textures of the three people's Magic Power changed at the same time in an instant.

The original characteristics of Magic Power, which were chaotic, fearful and about to collapse due to the high temperature, were replaced by a cold and rigid fixed structure, changing from chaos to some kind of regular pattern driven by external forces.

The curse-triggered control is sophisticated and even clever, buried at the interface between the nerves and Magic Circuit.

This judgment flashed through his mind, but his body had already reacted before thinking.

Killing Curse cannot be blocked, Diamond Shield is ineffective against Killing Curse, and Constant Shield Charm is not effective either.

Sidestep Charm, his body flashed two meters horizontally, and the first green light passed by one foot away from his left shoulder.

Then he leaned back, bent his knees, and slid out diagonally backwards. Green light passed less than ten centimeters from his face.

The third shot has also arrived, coming from the right.

A huge boulder half a man's height rose from the ground and formed a stone wall.

When the green light hit, the stone wall began to crack at the point of impact, spreading to all directions, and the entire wall disintegrated into fragments in the green light.

In just one gear, Regulus was no longer where he was, and Sidestep Charm pulled him seven or eight meters to the left and rear.

Baruk stuck out her butt on his shoulder, and shot out a cloud of spider silk, accurately sticking to the wand of the Spellcasting person in the middle.

The man's pupils were still dilated and there was no expression on his face.

After the wand was stuck by the spider silk, his fingers were still making silent Spellcasting movements according to the original rhythm, completely unaware that the tip of the wand had been pulled in a wrong direction.

Baruk put his butt back, and the wand was forcefully pulled at an angle.

A green light shot out from the tip of the staff, shot into the sky, passed through the blue-white fire curtain, and disappeared into the darkness at high places. The fire curtain briefly dimmed where the green light passed through, and then closed again.

Regulus pointed the wand forward, and the silver-white arc cut through the arm of the Spellcasting person holding the wand.

The forearm and the wand rolled down together, and blood spurted out from the broken area and sprinkled on the gravel. There was a crackling sound and a puff of white smoke rose.

The man looked down at his empty elbow. There was no reaction in his empty eyes, no pain, no fear.

The severed arm was still waving, more blood spilled out, and then the body swayed and fell forward.

The Killing Curse of the other two Spellcasting ers lit up again, this time firing alternately.

One shoots first, forcing him to move, and the other calculates the landing point and casts the spell in advance.

The spider silk of Baruk had already stuck to the tip of the staff on the right. With another tug, the green light moved upward. At the same time, Regulus's Throwing Charm hit a core member who fell to the ground at his feet.

The man was conscious and was dragged into the air and struggling desperately.

He was already aware of what was about to happen, but his body was completely out of control and he flew sideways towards the green light on the left.

The expression on his face was one of sadness and fear. After struggling a few more times, he simply stopped moving.

The green light hit the man's chest, and he froze in mid-air for a moment, then stopped completely. He continued to fly out, hitting Spellcasting, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Spellcasting struggled to crawl out from under the corpse, the wand still glowing green.

Regulus shot Reducto, hitting Spellcasting on the exposed shoulder, and the whole arm and the wand were blown to pieces.

The Spellcasting person on the right who had been pulled away from the tip of his wand by Baruk had just re-aligned the tip of his wand with Regulus, when another Cutting Curse stroke passed, and like the previous one, his hand and wand landed together.

All the green light went out.

Regulus lowered his hand, put the wand close to his side, and the moment the green light lit up, he understood.

The person behind the scenes asked him to face Killing Curse to see if he would kill someone when he should.

I have to say, it was well arranged and quite thoughtful.

Regulus lowered his head and glanced at the body that he pulled up to block Killing Curse, and twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

The cause of death was Killing Curse, not his spell.

He looked at the tragic scene on the battlefield, the severed limbs, scorch marks, wailing, and burning wreckage.

Someone is dead, but I didn't kill him. What can you do?

France Auror will be here soon. He is just a serious Black family heir and a serious Hogwarts little wizard.

How can a good person kill someone casually?