The flames filled the sky like a roaring giant beast, and the first person to bear the brunt was the little Mulciber standing at the front.
His head was extremely dizzy and he was lying on the ground retching when he suddenly heard a roar.
Little Mulciber turned his head and saw a sea of fire rolling in. The noisy heat wave lifted his black cloak and slapped his exposed face.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could figure out what was happening, he was mercilessly engulfed by the flames.
Rodolphus Lestrange stood not far away, timidly watching little Mulciber being devoured, while tapping his wand in panic.
Finally, before the flames came, he summoned an emerald green magic shield in front of him in time.
But the emerald green shield that was as tall as a person was dwarfed by the sea of fire, just like the candles lit in a burning house. Their emerald green brilliance seemed so small in front of the orange flames.
Rodolphus knew that if he stayed here for a long time, the magic shield would definitely not be able to support it, and he had to escape from the range of the flames.
But this was the cemetery of the Black family, and anti-Apparition spells were placed around it. It was impossible to disapparate away. He could only rely on his legs to move towards the edge of the flames.
But this is also an extremely dangerous behavior, because Scamander will definitely be waiting outside, waiting for them to show up!
Just when Rodolphus was having a hard time, he heard screams again. He turned around and saw that it was his brother Rabastan.
His arm was outside the shield, and the orange flame spread along his palm and arm at lightning speed and then spread all over his body.
Rodolphus decisively waved his wand and cut off his entire burning arm, causing blood to pour out in an instant.
Rabastan fell to the ground in pain and rolled all over the ground. The heartbreaking pain made him look like crazy and wailed endlessly.
Rodolphus ignored his brother's injury and continued to strengthen the somewhat shaky magic shield.
A man wrapped in flames stumbled over and shouted: "Save me!"
Rodolphus recognized Wilkinson, but instead of saving him, he waved his wand and summoned another shield to block his side.
Wilkinson held up his flaming hands and desperately pressed against the magic shield, staring at Rodolphus who refused to save him.
He let out bursts of screams, the high-pitched high-pitched sounds were like tissue paper, and his flesh and blood shattered like parchment and was quickly swallowed up by the flames.
Rodolphus watched Wilkinson die. There was no expression on his face, but there was a faint fear in his heart...the fear of Rolf Scamander.
That boy is actually so powerful, and yet he is still just a fourth-year student who has not graduated from Hogwarts...
It’s so terrifying!
Rolf didn't know that he had already brought a psychological shadow to the Death Eaters. He was currently floating in the air, watching the sea of fire with cold eyes.
He suddenly found a Death Eater escaping and flicked his finger.
The small pale golden sword was as fast as a flying needle, and it pierced the center of the Death Eater's eyebrows. He had just survived the disaster, and his body immediately collapsed to the ground, with a bright red blood droplet oozing out from his forehead.
Rolf continued to patrol in mid-air, striking the Death Eaters one by one as they tried to escape the sea of fire.
As the cemetery of the Black family, there is an anti-Apparition curse here. Unless the Death Eaters stay in the sea of fire, they will definitely come out.
After waiting for a moment, Rolf found the Lestrange brothers again. Just when he was about to kill them, he suddenly became alert and quickly moved to one side, avoiding an Avada Kedavra.
The young man turned sideways and looked into the distance. He saw a blurry black figure in the distance, standing in front of a tomb, staring at him coldly.
The black figure suddenly raised his hand and held it in the air. The ground suddenly exploded, and a stream of underground water as thick as the mouth of a well spurted out, straight to the ceiling.
The man raised his arms high and waved his wand as if conducting music, and the gushing water transformed into a lifelike water dragon with wings that were more than ten meters long.
After the water dragon hovered in mid-air for a moment, it fell to the ground and bowed its head docilely. The wizard tiptoed and leaped onto the dragon's head.
The huge water dragon twisted its body, spread its wings, and flew quickly towards the sea of fire. In an instant, it swept up into the sky, stretched its neck forward, and sprayed a ball of water towards the ground.
The waterfall-like water poured down rapidly, and as the water and fire clashed, the rising dense mist spread in all directions in an instant.
Luo Fu was also shrouded in water vapor. He looked intently and saw only a vast expanse of fog.
Then, he turned around suddenly, and a moment later, he saw a huge torso breaking through the mist in the white mist, heading straight towards him.
Luofu stretched out a palm forward, and with the water control ability brought by the horse-shaped water monster, the white mist that filled the air quickly flowed towards his palm.
Luo Fei grabbed a band of smoke that was almost condensing into substance with his fingers. He shook it suddenly, and the smoke was like a fishing line, flung towards the water dragon, and quickly wrapped around its body.
Luofu clenched his fingers and said softly:
"Bind!"
The mist within a hundred meters suddenly turned into silver-white threads, which were like fishing nets pulled up by someone, entangling the water dragon.
Countless tiny water droplets seeped out of the water dragon's body and were absorbed by the mist, so that the size of the water dragon shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mist became thicker and more like water.
When the water dragon rushed in front of Luofu, its body was completely wrapped in white mist, as if it was wrapped in an invisible silkworm cocoon, with only one dragon head exposed.
Luofu held his right hand against the faucet, put his fingers together, and gently rubbed it from left to right on its head.
The water dragon and water mist suddenly shattered without warning, and the water droplets splashed into the air and fell to the ground.
In the catacombs, it seemed like a heavy rain had fallen.
The fog gradually dissipated, and Luofu saw a figure not far away. He was wearing a black robe and walking barefoot on the marble floor.
Luofu's first reaction was... doesn't it hurt his feet?
His second reaction was: So short.
The person who came was indeed very short, only a little over one meter tall. His head was disproportionately large, and under his bulging forehead was a twisted, strange face:
The face was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils.
Rolf asked with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Voldemort?"
The short monster was silent for a moment, with a deep voice, a pair of deep eyes filled with cold water mist, staring at Luo Fe, and said with a smile:
"It's me...Rolf Scamander, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you?"
