"Give up this idea, Andrei." Constantine shook his head, "I will never ahem...let you use this spell to harm my motherland!"
Andre's thick and thick eyebrows knitted together, "I promise again and again that I will never take action against Georgia..."
Constantine sneered, "So your goal is Lithuania?"
"I will never forget the war in Afghanistan that you launched in 1979!" Constantine shouted hoarsely, "What did you promise when you came to power?"
"You don't understand the situation at that time, Constantine," Andre shook his head slightly and slowly took a step forward, "I had no choice but to do so."
"Back off!" Constantine shouted in a high voice, raising his wand and pointing it at Andre, his fingers trembling, and his inner tension reached its peak.
Andre no longer wasted his words. He waved his wand widely and hit Professor White with spells. In his opinion, Professor White was far stronger in terms of combat effectiveness than her father who was doing research on the theory of spells.
Professor White's right arm was injured and he could not move. He did not dare to meet Andre's attack head-on, so he could only dodge in a hurry. He inevitably rolled on the ground several times and was covered in weeds, making him look miserable.
Constantine stepped forward to share the pressure on his daughter, but it was of no use. Andre's spell was fast and accurate, and he had no pressure to fight against Constantine and his daughter alone.
"Hand over the magic spell, and I can spare the lives of both of you!" Andre speeded up the attack again, even waving the afterimage of the wand in his hand.
Constantine and his daughter were defeated and retreated steadily. In a hurry, Constantine received a slashing curse on his abdomen. A large amount of blood seeped out through the black robe. The weeds under his feet were stained with blood beads, making him look coquettish.
Weird.
Andre looked at the weak Constantine and his daughter and stopped holding the wand in his hand.
"Have your big spring and autumn dream, Andrei!" Constantine sneered, covering his stomach and leaning on the tree behind him, "The Soviet Union is already in the sunset, and there is no room for salvation!"
"What have you done over the years for your unrealistic dreams?" Constantine said in a questioning tone, "You launched a purge campaign within the Ministry of Magic and executed how many colleagues and subordinates who disagreed with you?
"
"My wife is just an ordinary employee of the Transportation Department of the Ministry of Magic. She doesn't know anything about the Evernight people. What did you do to her?" Constantine coughed violently, and countless blood flowed from the gaps between his fingers.
Down, a dark red stream formed on the ground.
"One night of Cruciatus Curse, she begged you countless times, but you still refused to let her go..."
Professor White lowered his head slightly, looking sad.
Andrei clasped his hands behind his back and sighed, "Someone will definitely have to sacrifice for this on this road. I admit that the previous approach was a bit extreme, but it was also for the strength of the Soviet Union."
"Then go to hell with your Soviet dream!" Constantine roared angrily. After experiencing this series of things, he only had resentment and hatred for the alliance.
He stepped forward with a ferocious face, and the wand in his hand bloomed with a strong red light.
It was too slow, Andre dismissed it.
Just as he was about to wave his wand to deflect the spell, a voice suddenly shouted from behind him: "Thunderbolt explosion!"
It was the voice of Yong Yeren's subordinates. He could obviously solve the problem, so why did he come to cause trouble...
For a moment Andre's mind was spinning a thousand times, but by the time he reacted, the extremely lethal spell had already come behind him.
He had no choice but to duck and dodge, but he never expected that the "Thunderbolt Explosion" was crooked from the beginning. The explosion curse hit the trunk of the tree on the side, and the whole tree exploded from the middle, leaving leaves and branches.
Flying freely in the sky.
The roar caused by the explosion made Andre temporarily deaf. In this brief moment, a dagger passed through his mink coat and dug straight into his lower abdomen.
Andre turned around in disbelief and saw his man pulling out the dagger with his left hand, drawing out a pile of blood, and at the same time raised an elbow and hit him hard in the face.
All this confused him and he couldn't understand the situation.
What do you mean? There is a mole in our team?
The bandaged Yongye man waved the dagger in his left hand with a cold light. His close combat skills were very outstanding. Although he fought with one hand, his elbow, wrist, palm and the dagger in his hand cooperated very well.
Every move of his arms made Andre smug.
Andre's eyes were red, and the magic power in his body exploded without reservation, directly sending the Yongye man in front of him flying seven or eight meters away, and hit a tree, making the leaves rustle.
But Constantine's attack came from behind again. He couldn't even take a breath and kept waving the wand in his hand, stimulating the magic power in his body and aggravating his physical injuries.
Although he was seriously injured, Constantine was still no match for Andre and fell down within two rounds.
"Who are you?" Andre clutched her stomach, lying on the ground and looking weakly at Professor White. She was the only one still standing in the woods.
The wounds on his abdominal mink were very hideous, and a section of his intestines drooped to the ground. Countless blood stained the grass beneath him. The large and small wounds all over his body made him look very miserable.
The corners of Professor White's mouth turned up, showing a successful smile, and his flamboyant red hair fluttered in the wind, looking both ruthless and beautiful.
She walked up to Andre and picked up the dagger on the ground. Only then did Andre see that the dagger that attacked him had a little bit of green on it, which was obviously quenched with poison.
"This is a dagger coated with poison..." Professor White suppressed the urge to lick the dagger and chuckled: "Your whole body should be so weak now that you can't even condense your magic power, right?"
"You..." Andre understood Professor White's English. He tried it and found that he really couldn't feel the magic in his body. Now he is just like those Muggles. With his serious injuries, he cannot threaten others at all.
Professor White went to the side and helped the Yongye man who fell on the ground. The two of them leaned in front of Andre and kept rubbing their cheeks.
Their cheeks were constantly changing their shapes, and their bodies began to squirm crazily. The mink coats and black robes on both of them were hanging loosely, making them look a little too fat.
The former "Professor White" turned out to be Joel Taylor, that little boy, and the Evernight Man became the real Professor White.
"Haha..." Andre looked at the two people's faces and laughed miserably, feeling that he had been tricked.
"I have been hiding behind Constantine with the Disguise Charm. The moment your two men landed, I used a dagger to attack them. Professor White used polyjuice potion to replace one of them, and I...
Became 'Professor White'."
An innocent smile appeared on Joel's face, "After all, Professor White's right arm was injured before, so it is reasonable for his combat effectiveness to be weaker, right?"