The ring rolled onto the grass, and the dark exit quickly grew larger as it rolled.
The huge red carpet-like Nobuko poked out first, bringing with it a dizzying fishy wind. Then, a terrifying snake head as big as a truck head poked out!
"Resist Breath! Prepare the Eye Spell!" Brother Lestrange shouted loudly.
However, they soon discovered something was wrong.
The breath of the Ukrainian iron-belly didn't even end before it began to turn its huge and ferocious head, and then spread its wings vigorously and flew towards the sky.
"Why did it leave?" The dark wizards were puzzled.
Among the fire dragons, the Ukrainian Iron Belly is aggressive and ferocious, second only to the Hungarian Horntail Dragon. And although it is huge in size, its brain is not very good.
The biggest characteristic of this kind of fire dragon is that it never lets go of its prey. They haven't launched any counterattack here yet. How could this intact Ukrainian iron belly leave like this?
However, there was no time left for them to think.
Because, on the other side that they didn't pay attention to, a huge noise came out.
"Coax--" Something was slapping the ground, making a huge noise.
Almost subconsciously, everyone turned their attention to it.
The huge noise came from a thick and terrifying snake tail. The tail wrapped in dark green scales was smashing the ruins that had been razed to the ground with a terrifying force.
That is an extremely strong giant snake!
However, there was no time left for them to sigh or escape.
What greeted everyone was a pair of orange vertical pupils covered with crystal lenses.
They couldn't even feel the murderous intent and coldness contained in the vertical pupils. Everyone's thoughts were frozen in place as if they were under a freezing spell.
The transparent barrier that originally emerged from the tip of everyone's wand dissipated like water waves, and their exclamations, warnings and spells were frozen in their throats.
The dense team of wizards suddenly turned into a lifeless gray-black, and the petrification process did not even spread. Just seeing those eyes, the wizards immediately froze in place.
Then, they fell down in groups like weak, stiff corpses, and then made a dull low sound.
In the sky, the Ukrainian Iron Belly leaped up into the clouds, and his body twisted into Sean's original appearance.
"Wow--" Next to it, the skin on the neck and chin bulged, and the air-wing bird, like a small hot-air balloon, screamed aggrievedly.
"Ah, I'm sorry little guy, I'll make it up to you when I go back -" Sean laughed dryly and rubbed the Airwing's bald head.
Sean made arrangements before entering Baron Skinner Park, such as the shadow bugs used for trajectory flashing - he considered that the shadow bugs on the ground might not be conducive to their trajectory flashing due to their environment, so
Just one more piece was left.
For Sean, who can use flying spells and transform into a fire dragon, the sky is an excellent battlefield - after all, ordinary wizards can only use broomsticks or less efficient high-altitude floating spells.
He let the Airwing float in mid-air and put the shadow insect on the opponent's back.
Therefore, when Sean flashed over, he happened to be on top of the air-winged bird - almost crushing the little guy to the ground...
Next, is the process of Sean transforming into a Ukrainian iron belly to attract everyone's attention and throwing the ring down at the same time.
The clever basilisk knew the truth with just a few clicks, and petrified everyone almost instantly.
"However, I didn't expect that there would be a sudden attack. Most of the people who attacked me were Death Eaters..." Sean frowned as he turned into black mist in the sky.
When he turned into the Ukrainian Iron Belly and attacked, he used the fire dragon's excellent eyesight to see the faces of many people.
The Lestrange brothers who should have been imprisoned, Dolphin Roll, Walton McNeil... these are all people that Sean knows well.
In other words, when Sean was pretending to be Voldemort to brainwash the Death Eaters, those people were sitting at the table.
Ever since Sean pretended to be parasitized by Voldemort and escaped from it, and then Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly lost news, he has not summoned the Death Eaters again, nor has he actively contacted them.
Sean could vaguely guess in his mind that Voldemort might have returned in some form, and the returnee also had a hand in this.
He was worried about getting into trouble if he contacted her rashly.
Unexpectedly, this group of Death Eaters who were once his "loyal subordinates" would return to the arms of their original owners so quickly, and even come here to attack him.
This is one of the reasons why Sean is very cautious until now. He is worried that Voldemort himself has come to the scene.
However, now it seems that Voldemort just sent his subordinates.
Does he feel that his strength generally does not require him to do it himself, or is he just too busy to do all the work?
Sean frowned and looked down with the monocular.
"It's almost...time to clean up the battlefield..." He muttered, and black smoke rushed down.
On the ground, the originally powerful wizards had turned into gray-black stones and fell to the ground.
The huge basilisk was moving at a high speed that was incompatible with its size, and it was chasing the few fish that had slipped through the net.
There is no moon hanging high in the sky, but there is still a tall werewolf running around in the dark forest.
Fenrir Greyback has turned into a werewolf, and his mind has long been filled with bloodlust and killing. However, as a guy who is proud of his werewolf identity and is keen on attacking other wizards, Fenrir
There was never any sense in my head.
However, there was such a werewolf, now on all fours on the ground, his sharp claws constantly stepping into the soil, his sharp mouth full of fishy smell breathing heavily, and he was running away in the most desperate way.
Without him, bloodthirsty is bloodthirsty, but the instinct of animals is still to survive as the first goal.
"Crash-" There was a huge sound of trees falling and being pushed away behind him. Fenrir didn't dare to look back at all and ran faster.
As long as...as long as I can create a little distance...I can apparate away...
Fenrir's barren brain was repeating a thought.
Maybe the basilisk was chasing someone else, or maybe his prayers had an effect. The sound of the falling trees behind him became farther and farther away.
Fenrir suppressed howling, his running figure gradually slowed down, and his werewolf figure was also quietly disappearing.
"Ha--" He gasped violently, without bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and immediately took out his wand.
Apparition...
Before his joyful expression completely dissipated, a magic spell roared out!
A slave with Fenrir's strength is still good at fighting, and he instinctively waved his wand to remove the spell.
"Who?!" His eyes widened and his fangs were exposed.
No one answered him, only more curses came.
Fenrir shook his nose rapidly while withdrawing the incoming spell, trying to smell the enemy's location.
In the shadows, Sean was calmly casting spells, and even had the time to record some things in his mind.
"The magic power of a werewolf is no different from that of a normal wizard. Regardless of other aspects, just in terms of combat ability, a werewolf is more powerful than a wizard of the same level because of his keen instinctive reactions and excellent receptors."
"Furthermore, although this kind of werewolf who is addicted to power has little sense and is cruel and bloodthirsty, we have to admit that his strength is far stronger than that of Mr. Lupin, a werewolf who restrains himself."
"Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious. I only use my fighting instinct, and most of the time I rely on my intuition - I don't use my brain very much when fighting."
"In addition, there is no difference between Fenrir's current period and the time when I saw him. This can rule out the possibility of being parasitized by Voldemort."
"That's pretty much it... I can write it down in my Defense Against the Dark Arts notes later..."
"It's time to finish him off."
Sean's eyes flashed, and he waved his right hand twice quickly, and two magic spells, one in front and one in back, whizzed away, one of which even chased the end of the previous one.
Fenrir angrily threw off the spell and shouted angrily: "Get out here!"
There was a "bang" explosion, and although the magic spell behind it was thrown away, it was too fast to be blown away. The red light penetrated into the land beside Fenrir, and then exploded violently.
.
Mud and stones flew and hit Fenrir. Just when he was about to wave his wand to attack these things, the two largest pieces of mud suddenly twisted and changed their shapes.
The hungry wolves turned from the mud pounced on him from left to right.
"Damn it!" Fenrir roared and tore the hungry wolf on the left to pieces, but his right hand was bitten fiercely by another one.
The wand held in his right hand relaxed for a moment because of the pain.
It was because of this moment that when he felt the sudden fluctuation of magic power behind him, it was too late to fight back.
Fenrir was knocked straight away, and the wand came out of his hand. Before his body that hit the giant tree could even slide down, another spell followed.
A pained expression froze on his face.
"Sure enough, catching him alive is still a lot more troublesome than killing him directly." Sean dusted off the dirt on his shoulders and waved his wand.
The vines turned into strong and strong ropes, tying up Fenrir in all sorts of ways.
"Take off your clothes." Sean issued another spell.
This can be regarded as a small improvement on the Disarming Curse, using some principles of the Cleansing Curse.
The effect is as straightforward as the name of the spell, you can directly strip the opponent naked...
Because the effect was outstanding, Sean was embarrassed to tell others that he had improved such a curse.
Of course, when facing an enemy, it is necessary to remove all the enemy's coverings to prevent sneak attacks by hidden magic items.
At this time, Dave also had a thought: "After the hunting, Pudding and I will wait for you where we are."
When Sean carried the petrified Fenrir back to the ruins of Baron Skinner's manor, he saw a leopard cat licking its paws leisurely on a nearby slope, and a curled-winged demon with blood-red eyes circling it.
hover.
Sean walked over and saw the few fish that had slipped through the net, but two of them seemed to have disappeared.
Dave explained honestly: "I didn't stop and accidentally bit one to death - and the other one was crushed to death when he brought the pudding back because his hand was too strong."
Sean shook his head helplessly, these two were pure unlucky people.
The basilisk had already put on its "glasses" again and was coiled on one side. There was a dense pile of petrified dark wizards on the ground.
Sean quickly checked each one, and sure enough, there were many Death Eaters here.
However, little Barty, Bella or Regulus and Malfoy were not seen.
Didn't you come over or betrayed me? Sean raised his eyebrows, then removed your clothes for everyone, and then threw them into the ring together.
"The care will be left to you."
After his friends returned to the ring, Sean walked back to the center of the ruins that had been razed to the ground.
Baron Skinner emerged from the ground leisurely, and then stared at a position in a daze.
That was the place where the pendant of his and Corina's blood alliance had been placed. The situation was urgent and Sean did not have time to save the broken blood alliance.
Now it is unrealistic to think about repairing it.
"Are you going to stay here or should I give you a ride?" Sean raised his wand without any intention of comforting him, "I have a way to kill the ghost."
After hearing what Sean said, Baron Skinner was obviously moved.
However, he quickly shook his head sadly: "I, I don't dare to see Corina... I deserve all this... the last thoughts are gone... I, I maybe need more time to
Atonement.”
After all, she is still cowardly and does not dare to face her former lover, even though Corina may have gone to the real underworld by now.
Sean shook his head: "It's up to you, well, just think of it as a deal between us. If I need to know some details about the blood alliance in the future, I will come to you again. In exchange,
, you can invite me to kill you at any time - when you have the courage to beg Ms. Corina for forgiveness."
Skinner buried his head deeply, with a little gratitude and a little pain: "Okay, okay, thank you..."
The evil he did... Sean shook his head again, and finally turned into black smoke and rushed into the sky.
Of course, I have to face a bigger problem now.
…
Somewhere in the center of a dark, dark lake island, on an island in the middle of a lake.
The transparent air suddenly distorted, and the invisibility cloak was lifted a little, revealing Grindelwald's face.
He suddenly looked much older, but his arrogant and happy temperament still remained.
"Why did I leave these reminders for myself in the first place..." Grindelwald was still huddled in the invisibility cloak. He rubbed the things in his hands and whispered to himself.
Suddenly, he showed a weird smile again.
"I didn't expect that my hopes would be pinned on other people..."
"Sean, don't let me down."
He looked down at his palms.
It was a blood alliance that had completely lost its luster and was broken.