Little Barty knew that the mission failed and his master was very angry, so he turned around and left without saying a word.
He had to think of something to do to recover the losses.
Perhaps the officials from the Ministry of Magic of various countries who are from pure-blood families around him are the best gift.
Each of these people represents a huge resource.
He knows that the master is best at using everything behind these forces.
Even if...
After the master became the Speaker of the Magic Congress, the policy seems to have changed, but these pure-blood families are still indispensable.
In this way, he led these politicians and the Aurors they brought to fight, and in the situation where the Aurors and the magic army were fighting, he accurately found a way to exit the melee.
However, as a group of them escaped from the battlefield, countless vines suddenly rushed out from every corner of the street like poisonous snakes.
Some even tore the ground of the street directly, penetrated directly from the cement floor, and entangled towards everyone.
This kind of little trick is not enough to watch. Even if there are wizards of Barty's level, those well-trained Aurors have countless ways to resist such attacks.
But they didn't even have time to wave their wands or open their mouths to chant a spell, before streaks of stone-like color spread across their bodies in an instant.
Full body binding spell!
Little Barty had never seen such a spell-casting technique before. Each vine of this magical plant was like a wand casting a spell. The magical light of the binding spell filled all the places covered by the vines.
With this kind of attack, there is no way to use a counter-spell to deflect the opponent's magic. After all, it also comes with the physical attack of the vine itself.
"It's not difficult for me." Little Barty sneered and waved his wand vigorously. In an instant, several skulls made of purple flames floated and appeared. He opened his mandibles and bit off all the vines that were close to him.
The combination of magic and physics is very unpopular, and you will miss it if you are not careful.
But for Barty Jr., this is still just a little trick.
His face turned cold, and he turned to look around. All the petrified officials and Aurors were pulled by vines and gathered towards the other side of the street.
There, stood a girl holding a flower pot. Countless vines snaked down from the flower pot and drilled into the ground. The girl raised her wand and pointed it at the vines to maintain the effect of the binding spell on the whole body.
He knows this little witch.
Hannah Abbott in Anton's cabin.
"Ha~" What came out of the hut was indeed different, but it didn't make little Barty wary. As long as Anton hadn't come here, he wouldn't be afraid of these children at all.
"Let them go, otherwise..."
Before he could finish his words, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Hannah, and it turned out to be another member of the cabin, Neville Longbottom.
Little Barty knew Neville very well. This child's parents were extremely difficult opponents in the past. They escaped from the Dark Lord several times, but were eventually caught and tortured by their Death Eaters.
To this day, he still remembers the pleasure he felt when he tortured the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse.
That taste...
Neville didn't have the habit of nagging before a battle, so he released his attack magic very simply and neatly.
"Heart-piercing and bone-cutting!"
The terrifying cursed light rushed toward little Barty like plasma, and appeared in front of him in an instant.
This magic looked extremely terrifying, and it actually made little Barty feel like he couldn't dodge it.
It was as if the entire world had no concept of space, and there were only him, Neville, and the light of the curse.
"Flying Curse!" Little Barty roared angrily, waving his wand and also releasing the Cruciatus Curse. The plasma-like light of the curse hit Neville's curse, and the two continued to spray dazzling lights in all directions.
of light.
"How dare you use the master's flying spell!" Little Barty was furious.
Neville didn't speak, he just walked towards little Barty little by little with his wand raised high. As he walked, countless werewolf hair sprouted from his body.
Werewolf Animagus, this is simply a magic that is so familiar to Neville.
The most amazing thing is that even if he transforms into a huge werewolf, the werewolf fingers with long nails raised high still burst out with the plasma light of the Cruciatus Curse.
Werewolf form maintains the ability to cast magic.
This is just one of the abilities that he is constantly studying the werewolf Animagus.
Unlike the transformation developed by George and Fred, which kept half a werewolf arm and one a magic wizard arm, Neville studied and researched with Anton and was more inclined to explore the nature of magic.
As long as the game between animal nature and human nature in Animagus transformation is maintained at an extremely delicate balance point, essentially a wizard can be in a subtle state between a werewolf and a wizard at the same time.
Of course, the magic information written by Professor Lupine for Anton also played a big role.
Zhengzhengzheng~
Neville's werewolf left hand slowly raised, sharp claws popped out of his wolf claws, and electric-like rays of light surged from the wolf claws to his arms.
This is……
The magical light of the Cruciatus Curse!
Little Barty looked at all this with wide eyes and disbelief. He couldn't imagine how this child could cast a magic to such an extent.
Bang~
Along with a plume of smoke and dust.
The huge werewolf had disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of little Barty in an instant. The wolf claws filled with the Cruciatus Curse that shocked him just now were now piercing his chest.
"Ah~~~~"
Little Barty couldn't help but let out a shrill wail.
Countless amounts of plasma spread from the gaps in the wolf claws pierced into the abdomen along the wounds, and continued to spread on his body.
Such severe pain could not even allow him to maintain the use of magic. The Cruciatus Curse plasma spurted out from the fingers of the werewolf arm that Neville held high and went straight into his head.
Finally, he finally fully felt what a terrible punishment the Cruciatus Curse was.
Finally, he knew why the Cruciatus Curse was called the Unforgivable Curse.
Finally, he experienced it himself.
It was as if there were countless sharp knives cutting into pieces in the depths of his soul, but his body could not feel any harm. The feeling made him more painful, as if his entire soul was being pulled by dozens of iron hooks.
Trying to pull out his body from different directions.
The shrill wails didn't even last long.
Neville's Cruciatus Curse was a pain that even the Dark Lord Voldemort could not bear. The extreme pain made little Barty completely blind before long.
It hung like a dead corpse on the werewolf's sharp claws, becoming motionless.
The werewolf looked at him with a faint look, and stopped casting the Cruciatus Curse with his raised right hand, but gently pressed it against his forehead, and a misty white light penetrated into his head.
"Twisted Cage!"
"a ray of sunshine!"
Suddenly, little Barty gasped and woke up from his sinking soul, staring blankly at the werewolf in front of him.
Then countless stinging pains spread again from the place where the werewolf pierced his abdomen.
"Ahhhhhh~~~~"
"kill me!"
"Kill me~!"
The werewolf snorted softly and finally spoke, "When my parents begged you like this, did you let them go?"
Neville lowered the intensity of the Cruciatus Curse, finally allowing Barty Jr. to maintain the ability to speak despite the pain.
"No!"
Little Barty gasped hard, "They... they didn't ask me... I..."
"Really?" There was a burst of pride on the werewolf's face, and he stared at little Barty coldly, "Then don't beg me."
"You..." Little Barty was about to speak, but couldn't help but wailed in pain.
"Do you know how the methods of werewolves are different from those of wizards?" Neville looked at him with a smile and continued without waiting for his answer, "That is, physical wounds are difficult to heal, while magical injuries can be treated with counter-spells."
His expression turned fierce and he waved his left hand violently.
The wolf claws that originally penetrated Little Barty's abdomen and pierced out from behind instantly tore Little Barty into several pieces.
Blood splatters.
The werewolf vigorously shook the blood from his body, took a step back, and slowly transformed into Neville's naive appearance.
Hannah walked up to Neville and stared at him worriedly.
"I'm fine, I just want to avenge my parents. During my childhood, they lived in the hospital all the time, suffering the damage caused by the Cruciatus Curse, and their lives were worse than death."
Neville's eyes were very firm and he looked at Hannah seriously, "I won't say that I am upholding justice. Killing is killing, but I will not regret what I did this time."
Hannah shrugged, "Actually, what I want to say is that there are actually many medicines that can cure physical trauma, and some even only require the juice of magical plants."
As she spoke, she gently waved the wand in her hand, "The flames are blazing!"
Bang~
A fire broke out on Little Barty's body. The high temperature of this magic even roasted the iron mailbox on the roadside red. In just an instant, the body was reduced to ashes.
Hannah took out another bottle of magic potion from her pocket and lightly sprinkled it on the ashes.
Seeing Neville's curiosity, he couldn't help but smile slightly, "The potion is the finished product of Anton's experiment to study the integration of potions and curses. I got it back. This is equivalent to the Forgetting Curse."
"Anna told me that if you pour it on the corpse or ashes of the deceased, the other person will forget everything in their memory and will no longer miss the real world. Even the resurrection spell will be difficult to bring the other person back from the world of the dead."
"!!!" Neville blinked, "Merlin's matcha ice cream beard, this thing is too scary!"
Hannah smiled and put away the remaining half bottle, "We only do this to bad people."