When Voldemort saw the report in the Daily Prophet, he fell into a rage. Someone dared to impersonate himself and rob Gringotts.
Although the so-called bank opened by those scumbags was robbed, Voldemort found clues from the lost items. The other party pretended to be his own name, ran in and destroyed his Horcrux!?
This made him proud. How could he bear it? He refused the Bellas' request to take him to check, but decided to go there himself. Since Gringotts was unable to protect his things, no matter whether his Horcrux was
Once destroyed, there is no need to store it anywhere.
And since the guy pretending to be himself could do it, couldn't he, the real Dark Lord, do it?! With this in mind, Gringotts once again ushered in the invasion of the Dark Lord.
But this time, it was the real Dark Lord who came, and what he brought to Gringotts was no longer heavy losses, but catastrophe. The Gringotts spokesman never had the chance to talk to the Daily Prophet again.
"The reporter cried out that the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord were terrible because he was dead.
It was almost the same way to enter the door. A powerful spell flew into the lobby of Gringotts with the security personnel at the door. But what happened next began to be completely different, because there were Death Eaters who followed Voldemort through the door.
them.
The spells flying in the sky no longer knocked down Gringotts staff, but took away their lives. Soon the once bustling and bustling Gringotts hall turned into a slaughterhouse littered with corpses, of course the corpses were all ancient
of the Ling Pavilion and the wizard customers who had no time to escape.
At the same time that the attack occurred, the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic received the news and rushed to the scene under the leadership of Kingsley, the director of the Auror Office, and started a fierce battle with the Death Eaters who attacked Gringotts.
After Voldemort led his men to clear the hall, he left his men behind to stop the Aurors who came to arrest them, and walked alone deep into the underground of Gringotts.
At the same time, deep in a deserted forest, a group of werewolves were running wildly. Originally, on this full moon night, they were supposed to attack the little wizard everywhere as planned.
But for some unknown reason, they were brought to this forest the day before the full moon night. Even their leader, Fenrir Greyback, was no exception.
When they woke up, they were all tightly tied by ropes and hung upside down in a tree. They began to communicate with each other and cursed the initiator of all this, but they did not get a clue.
And as time passed and the night of the full moon approached, hunger and bloodlust began to devour their sanity. The ropes that originally bound them tightly were gradually transformed into stronger and hairier bodies.
Brace yourself, and finally exercise.
As the werewolves landed on the ground one by one, their keen sense of smell also allowed them to discover the presence of uninvited guests. They began to lower their bodies and looked at the location of their prey with scarlet eyes.
"I didn't expect that after turning into a beast, my senses would become as sharp as a beast. Sarah, let's count the crimes you have committed against innocent people. The hunt for judgment is about to begin."
Rolf's answer was a roar and a bloody mouth directed at his face. Unfortunately, before the werewolf's sharp teeth could touch Rolf's skin, his head was blown off by the shotgun.
"Sure enough, you should use a shotgun to deal with wild animals."
The roar of the shotgun and the fallen werewolf made the other werewolves slow down for a moment, but soon the bloodthirsty desire and madness overwhelmed fear and reason, causing them to charge forward again.
And Rolf didn't stand there anymore. Instead, he jumped up high and used the shotgun in his hand to blow off the head of another werewolf. This gun and this outfit were all purchased from Muggles at his expense.
Found it at a flea market.
The old man who sold him these things looked like an old man and said that these things once belonged to a demon hunter named Van Helsing.
Rolf didn't believe a word of what the old man said. After all, what kind of demon hunter would wear the clerical uniform of the Church Inquisition? However, it was a pity that the old man was unwilling to sell the ring to himself.
And for some reason, Luo Fe always felt that the old man looked familiar, but unfortunately he could never remember where he had seen him before. And when he thought about it now, his appearance actually became even more blurry.
After Rolf bought these things back, he felt more and more that the guy was just an old liar. Because there was no trace of magic on these items, they were all Muggle creations.
But this does not prevent Rowe from adding magic to them and turning them into magic items. After all, enchanting is something that Rowe is already familiar with.
Although it is not as exaggerated as some demigods who can pick up a branch and use the enchantment to create an ax to chop a Titan, there is still no problem in making some magical items with magical effects.
For example, the shotgun in his hand, the hat on his head, and the windbreaker priest uniform on his body were all specially prepared by him for today's hunting, and of course these prey were also.
Rolf had already figured out how to deal with Voldemort, which was nothing more than breaking his wings and cutting off his claws. After turning him into a lone man, he would then destroy all his Horcruxes.
Tom, who has become a lonely ghost, cannot become the Dark Lord Voldemort. And what Rolf is doing now is to kill Voldemort's jackals: the werewolves.
Although not all werewolves are bad, at least those captured by Rove are heinous villains. In addition to killing people, they also attacked many innocent children and turned them into werewolves.
Of course, many werewolves are not born this way, but are tragic because of their own danger and the magical community's hostility and abuse towards them.
Newt once worked to improve the living conditions of werewolves and formulated relevant systems. But even so, it did not bring about essential changes, because the implementation of these systems were still wizards who were hostile to and afraid of werewolves.
To a certain extent, the werewolves in this world are actually patients with some kind of magical disease. Wolfsbane potion can temporarily alleviate the symptoms of this disease, but it cannot cure it.
Of course, just because others can't do anything, doesn't mean that Rolf can't do anything. But before that, he needs to know enough about these werewolves.
The hunt in front of him will bring him enough materials to decipher the werewolf's secrets. Presumably these werewolves would also feel very happy if they knew all this.