Chapter 48: A Quick Guide to the Master of the Killing Curse (for further reading)
No need to ride a broom, Feng Xu Yufeng is at ease.
Gretel's long-awaited release belonged to the nature of a child, and he assumed various postures in the air.
Groot, that little tree guard.
From birth to today, it has not even left the ground more than two meters.
When Gretel was writhing in the air, he woke up Groot who was sleeping with his wand.
The little guy carefully raised his head from the grapevines and almost fainted from fright when he looked down.
He quickly squeezed his body into the gap.
But after three months, it no longer looked so weak and pitiful.
The small gap on the wand does not allow it to completely retract itself.
He had no choice but to use his twig-like hands to clasp the wand tremblingly. The hair on his head, which had turned emerald green, could not help but tremble.
Because it was afraid of falling, it didn't even dare to let go briefly to communicate with Gretel.
Fortunately, Gretel noticed it and silently lowered the flying altitude.
However, this height is still difficult for Groot to accept.
Considering that it had been cultivating the wand tirelessly for three months, Grete rubbed the sprouts as a sign of comfort.
"It's okay. I won't let you fall. Be brave and stick your head out to take a look at the scenery."
The more Gretel comforted him, the more frightened Little Groot became. He even rolled up the buds on his head, trying not to expose any of his body.
Gretel had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and speed up to fly towards Breston where the portkey was.
According to his speed, it would only take an hour to get to Breston from here.
Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and it won’t suffer from backache anyway, so let the little guy shrink down for now, and then take him to practice his courage later.
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"Fenrir, can you still smell him? It's hard to wait until he travels alone. We have to seize this opportunity."
Since Gretel could no longer see his shadow, Selwyn had no choice but to urge.
"Okay, keep straight ahead, he flies in a straight line."
Fenrir had already transformed into a giant wolf, running quickly on all fours.
"Straight line? Wait a minute, let's stop and look at the map." Fenrir stopped in response, waiting for Selwyn to make his next decision.
There was no way around it. As a werewolf, he was naturally not trusted by wizards. He believed that if he was the only one who appeared, the target designated by the Dark Lord would not be captured without mercy.
After all, all adult wizards teach young wizards about werewolves.
There will definitely be advice: Never be infected with the werewolf virus, it is something more terrifying than death.
So in order to complete the task assigned by the Dark Lord, and also to obtain the identity of a Death Eater that he dreamed of.
No matter how unhappy he was during this trip, he would have to hold his nose and obey Selwyn's instructions.
"I remember correctly. The only way forward is the town of Braeston. There is a key to London. He must be planning to return to London."
Selwyn took a picture of the map and laughed loudly.
"Let's go, let's apparate directly in front of him and ambush him."
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"Fenrir, the target is coming soon. According to our plan, I will put him to sleep. You must pick him up. If you throw him to death, you know how the master will punish us.
Also, collect your dirty saliva, if it turns him into a werewolf, you will definitely be skinned by your master."
Selwyn warned, then hid under a dense pine tree.
Fenrir gave Selwyn a subtle glance and reluctantly climbed to a tree in the distance.
Gretel never expected that he would fly freely in the sky.
Suddenly the protective charm on the school badge was activated.
Realizing that she was under attack, Gretel immediately cast a Utopia on herself.
Then he planned to land on the ground and look for cover. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, flying in the sky at this time would be a stupid target.
Even the stupid bird knows that the hunter quickly flies away and hides after shooting. How could he not know?
But who told him that he is not yet proficient in the magic spell of flying, and no matter how fast he goes, he cannot avoid the magic spell, so he can only risk landing.
Before he could take a look at the bunker, a burly figure suddenly appeared from a tree ten meters away.
It has sharp teeth, sharp fingers, red eyes, and thick saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth.
Hey, werewolf.
Gretel uttered a national curse, stopped his falling figure, raised his wand, and pointed it at the approaching werewolf from a distance.
"Avada eats a big melon~"
A dark green curse shot out from the tip of the staff, directly erasing the werewolf who was bent on making meritorious deeds from the world.
Fenrir could not figure out two things until his death. One was how a twelve-year-old wizard could cast the Death Curse so skillfully and be powerful enough to kill a powerful werewolf like himself in one blow.
The second thing is why a Cruciatus Curse was shot from his back, so that he had no strength to avoid the dark green Avatar directly in front of him.
Selwyn was originally proud, thinking that if he, an adult wizard, fell asleep together, he would definitely put this young wizard into a coma.
In addition, a Cruciatus Curse was cast on Fenrir, and he must have been unable to control his power under the severe pain.
It will definitely scratch Gretel, and with the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, this little wizard must be infected with the werewolf virus.
Just when he was about to give Fenrir a break to take Gretel back.
Report to the Dark Lord that Fenrir suddenly lost control, scratched Gretel, and infected him with a virus.
In order to save people, he had no choice but to eliminate Fenrir.
Unfortunately, before he could break into pieces, he saw the green light representing the Death Curse.
Looking again, the target was not unconscious at all, but easily killed Fenrir who suddenly jumped out.
It's over.
As soon as this thought echoed in my mind, I was about to use phantom to escape.
But Gretel smiled and threw a medicine bottle, which was scattered into mist in the air and completely enveloped Selwyn.
It's the hiccup potion that came from Snape.
"Hiccup~hiccup~hiccup~" The continuous hiccups prevented Selwyn from reciting any complete spell.
"Seal the throat, lock the tongue, imprison quickly, and petrify everything..."
Then a series of curses caught Selwyn off guard.
"Why do you think Mr. Newt and Mrs. Tina can trust me to set off alone!"
Selwyn's whole body was stiff and his head was buried in a pile of pine needles. His eyes were full of anger and fear.
What makes me angry is that a loyal servant who has been with the Dark Lord for several years is not as good as a Mudblood who has only been with him for a few months.
What is frightening is that this Mudblood is so cruel and ruthless, no less cruel than the Dark Lord himself. At the age of twelve, he can release the Killing Curse at the drop of a hat.
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Time goes back to the morning when it was one month since I came to America.
When Grete woke up and picked up his wand, he felt the attachment of the wand in his hand.
Like an admiring child, and like a snuggle connected by blood.
As if blessed, Gretel used Avada, which was also the legacy left to him by his dear teacher Tom.
Although there was no target for the spell, the spell was not released in the end.
But Gretel was sure that he had finally reached the state of complete conformity with the wand that Ollivander said.
His wand would no longer resist the dark spell he was casting.
Even if the wand core is made of unicorn hair.
From that day on, there was finally no obstacle to his development of attack spells.
However, he was still influenced by Professor Voldemort.
At this critical moment of life and death, he subconsciously used the Death Curse.
There is no way, after absorbing the legacy left by Professor Tom, he has gained decades of experience in curses.
In a life-or-death situation, how could you hold back? Naturally, it would be quick and easy.