The last ray of sunlight disappeared behind the treetops, and the haze of dusk enveloped the Forbidden Forest, and the temperature seemed to drop a lot in an instant.
Malfoy wrapped himself in his thick yet surprisingly soft black mink cloak, raised his head and scanned the rock wall in the distance, looking for any caves that could be climbed as a place to spend the night tonight.
It would be best if he could find a cave, and he would stay there for five days. As long as he hunted enough animals and blocked the entrance of the cave with magic, he would be safe.
As for things like golden eggs... whoever wants to look for them, he won't look for the fire dragon and die!
There was a sudden "pop", and Malfoy was so startled that he immediately reached out to pull out his wand, but it was just the sound of bushes being blown by the wind.
He breathed a sigh of relief, waved his wand, and blasted the bushes away in annoyance, but was frightened by the next scene and gasped.
I saw a corpse lying under the bushes. The chest was stabbed horribly, and there was a deep wound on the neck, which looked like a big mouth.
-Draco!
Malfoy looked at the tragically dead Draco with a shocked face. At this moment, the body changed and turned into a naked Narcissa.
Blood continued to gush out from the wound on Narcissa's abdomen and pooled under her body. She stared at Malfoy with a strange light in her eyes.
Only then did Malfoy realize that it was a Boggart. He suddenly raised his wand, pointed it at Narcissa's body and said:
"Funny!"
The body disappeared and immediately turned into a Bludger. Malfoy waved his wand and knocked it away.
Malfoy straightened the pleats of his mink cloak and continued to look into the distance, when he heard heavy footsteps coming from a distance.
Malfoy turned around and saw a huge magical creature walking over and stopping a few steps away from him.
It was a three-meter-tall magical creature with dull skin as gray as granite, a huge body, and a small, bald head like a coconut on top.
Malfoy stared at the troll with an expression of boredom and cursed:
"Damn Boggart, there's no end, right? Shattered to pieces!"
Malfoy's wand shot a beam of light and hit the Boggart, but it did not explode into a plume of smoke, but instead roared in pain.
The "boggart" was still twisting and waving the big stick in its hand at Malfoy.
Only then did Malfoy realize that the magical creature in front of him was not a Boggart, but a real troll!
He instinctively retracted his hand, but the huge stick still hit his arm, the wand flew out, and with a crack, the bones of his wrist were broken.
Malfoy staggered around, cursed loudly, and rushed into the woods.
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In the dense forest, Sean Knott sat in front of a campfire, grilling a wild deer he had just caught.
Sean Knott has experience living in the forest, so he is not afraid of the magical creatures in the Forbidden Forest.
"I can only say that the wizard who brought me in completely made the wrong calculation."
Sean Knott sneered. He was going to make a scene and kill the fire dragon to shock Xiao Xiao.
Just as Nott was figuring out which fire dragon was easier to kill, the dark blue night sky filled with stars turned pitch black without a trace of light, and the rustling of nearby leaves could not be heard.
The air became bitingly cold and full of fear, and the hair on Nott's neck stood up. The last time he felt like this was when he was chased by a group of dementors more than ten years ago.
Could it be that the stupid Ministry of Magic actually brought the dementors from Azkaban in?!
Nott turned his head around, looking for the Dementor. He stopped, and a long, hoarse, snoring gasp sounded in the distance.
All he saw was a group of black shadows, their bodies gliding ghostly like snakes, getting closer and closer to him.
Nott recognized the magical creatures.
The good news is, they're not Dementors, the bad news is, they're... Voldebats.
As scary as dementors!!
The group of bats looked like fluttering black cloaks. They swam around and surrounded Nott, and he seemed to be trapped in a deep and silent darkness that was impenetrable.
The Voldemort bat slid onto Nott's face without any explanation, tried to cover his mouth and nose, and then suffocated him to death.
Nott stepped back. He knew that the magic to expel the Voldemort Bats was the same as the Patronus Charm to expel the Dementors.
It is also the only known spell.
But...Nott can't!
Even if he could, Nott didn't dare to use it, because according to records, those dark wizards who tried to use the Patronus Curse did not end well.
But Sean Knott had no other choice. He raised his wand and shouted: "Call God to protect you."
Nott's wand did not emit silver light. Instead, it exploded, and the spell hit himself.
Nott's head was uneven, one cheek was swollen and covered with pus-filled abscesses and scabies, and his neck was also congested and swollen, making it larger than his face.
The swollen cheek suddenly shrank, exuding a rotten stench and covered with white maggots.
Soon, Nott fell to the ground, and the crocodile bat quickly left and ran to the next food.
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snow mountain,
Alecto Carlo was walking in waist-deep snow, and the hillside was getting steeper. He leaned forward, holding on to stones and tree trunks with both hands, and worked his way down.
Carlo suddenly accidentally stepped through the snow crust and rolled down the hillside. He felt like the world was spinning, screamed, and kept rolling and bumping downwards.
Fortunately, something suddenly grabbed Carlo's leg. He thought it was a tree root wrapped around his ankle...but the root actually moved.
Carlo saw it. It was a hand with gray skin and a rotten smell, and then a body rushed out from under the snow.
That's a zombie, a living dead like a vampire!
Carlo quickly raised his snow-covered feet and kicked the thing in the face, but the zombie didn't care. He only saw him clamping his calf tightly with his gray fingers.
Carlo felt a violent nausea. He yelled and quickly waved his wand to cut open the arm on his foot.
But the broken arm was squirming on the ground, and its fingers kept opening and closing.
Around Carlo, another group of zombies emerged from under the snow.
Two, three, four... Carlo couldn't count them. They suddenly stood up, kicked up waves of snow and mist, and rushed towards him.
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deep in the forbidden forest,
Sirius and Lupine, who had been busy for a long time, sat on the ground to rest and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
"These magical creatures should be enough for the Death Eaters to enjoy." Lupine gasped.
"Not enough!" Sirius shook his head and said, "I also got a batch of female ghosts and mummies, but I didn't put them in."
Sirius looked at the sky and said regretfully: "It's a pity that there won't be a full moon, otherwise I would definitely get a group of werewolves and let them into the Forbidden Forest."
"There are also dementors... I asked Fudge to apply to dispatch some dementors from Azkaban, but he actually refused me." Sirius snorted:
"I will increase the number of Galleons donated to the Ministry of Magic to thirty thousand. I don't believe Fudge will refuse!"