Just as Harry's thoughts were running wild, the Charging Bull Statue surrounded by the crowd suddenly exploded.
Surge after surge of twisted black energy erupted like a geyser, flinging bloody severed limbs out with it.
Abernathy's gaze remained steady and grave. He merely waved a hand.
More than ten squads of Acolytes under his command once again charged fearlessly toward the gaping hole.
But just then, a huge hand like a troll's reached out of the opening, wreathed in billowing, twisted dark energy.
A single slap smashed the Acolytes at the front into pulp.
The squads following them stopped short. With no time to mourn their fallen comrades, they retreated in perfect unison while casting Impediment Jinxes at the distorted black mass.
"Impedimenta!" × N
The nearby squads of Acolytes did not hesitate either, unleashing volley after volley of offensive spells.
"Confringo!" × N
"Avada Kedavra!" × N
Multicolored spells struck the twisted black mass, drawing waves of muffled growls and creaking sounds from within.
Slowly, an enormous figure, hideous as a stitched-together abomination, struggled into view, revealing its mountainous bulk.
It was a monster assembled from countless Obscurus bodies, its swollen limbs and torso still writhing.
A closer look revealed nothing but heads and severed limbs beneath the twisted black mist, with blackish-red blood dripping down.
One glance was enough to send a chill from the base of the spine straight to the skull.
Harry had never seen anything so bloody before, and his stomach churned.
But he had no time to retch. The stitched troll that had appeared seized all his attention again.
Because at the very center of its grotesque face was none other than the fourth Salem.
That holy, compassionate face, mounted on such an evil, hideous body, was indescribably eerie.
After emerging from the blasted