Chapter 381： 1 net

The ring rolled on the grass, and the black exit quickly grew larger as it rolled.

The huge letter child like the red carpet came out first, bringing a dizzying wind, and then, a terrifying snake head the size of a truck head came out!

"Defend the breath! Prepare for the Eye Curse!" Brother Lestrange shouted loudly.

However, they soon discovered something was wrong.

The Ukrainian iron belly's breath didn't even end, and it began to turn its huge, hideous head, and then with a forceful spread of its wings, it flew towards the sky.

"Why does it go?" The dark wizards were puzzled.

Among the fire dragons, the Ukrainian iron belly is second only to the Hungarian Horntail in its aggressiveness and ferocity. Although it is huge in size, its brain is not very good.

The biggest feature of this kind of fire dragon is that it never let go of its prey. They haven't made any counterattacks here. How could this intact Ukrainian iron belly just leave?

However, there is no time for them to think.

Because, on the other side they didn't pay attention to, a huge noise came out.

"Coax—" Something was slapping the ground to make a loud noise.

Almost subconsciously, everyone turned their attention to the past.

The huge sound came from a thick and terrifying snake tail, which was wrapped in dark green scales, smashing the ruins that had been razed to the ground with a terrifying sound.

It was an extremely sturdy giant snake!

However, there is no time for them to sigh or flee.

Everyone was greeted by a pair of orange vertical pupils covered with crystal lenses.

They couldn't even feel the killing intent and coldness contained in the vertical pupils, and everyone's thoughts condensed in place as if they had been hit by a freezing spell.

Originally, the transparent barrier that emerged from the tip of everyone's wand dissipated like a wave of water, and their exclamations, warnings, and spells solidified in their throats.

The dense team of wizards suddenly turned into a lifeless gray-black, and the petrification did not even spread. Just seeing those eyes, the wizards immediately froze in place.

Then, they fell down in groups like weak, stiff corpses, and then made a dull low sound.

In the sky, the Ukrainian iron belly jumped up into the clouds, and after twisting, it turned into Sean's original appearance.

Next to "Wow-", the epidermis at the neck and chin bulged, like a small hot-air balloon-like air-winged bird chirping aggrieved.

"Ah, sorry little guy, I'll go back and make it up for you—" Sean laughed dryly and rubbed the bald head of the Airwing Bird.

Sean made arrangements before entering Baron Skinner Park, such as the shadow worms used for trajectory flashing - he considered that perhaps the shadow worms on the ground would be unfavorable for their trajectory flashing due to their environment, so he decided One more left.

For Sean, who can use flying spells and transform into fire dragons, the sky is an excellent battlefield - after all, ordinary wizards can only use broomsticks or less efficient high-altitude floating spells.

He let the air-winged bird float in mid-air, and put the shadow worm on the opponent's back.

So, when Sean flashed over, he happened to be pressing on the air-winged bird—almost giving the little guy his back...

Next, Sean turned into a Ukrainian iron belly to attract everyone's attention, and at the same time dropped the ring.

A clever basilisk can do it all at once, petrifying everyone almost instantly.

"However, I didn't expect a sudden attack. Most of the people who attacked me were Death Eaters..." Sean, who turned into a black mist in the sky, frowned.

When he turned into a Ukrainian iron belly and attacked, he could see the appearance of many people with the excellent eyesight of the fire dragon.

The Lestrange brothers who should have been imprisoned, Dolphine Rolle, Walton McNeill... These are all people Sean knows well.

Or rather, when Sean disguised himself as Voldemort to brainwash the Death Eaters, those people were sitting at the table.

Since Sean pretended to be parasitized by Voldemort and got out of the parasite, and then Barty Crouch Jr suddenly lost news, he has not summoned the Death Eaters again, let alone contacted them actively.

Sean could also vaguely guess in his heart that it was likely that Voldemort had returned in some form, and the returnees had also stepped in.

Reaching out hastily, he was worried that he would encounter some trouble.

Unexpectedly, this group of Death Eaters who used to be his "loyal subordinates" would return to the arms of their original owners so quickly, and they even came here to attack them.

This is also one of the reasons why Sean is very cautious up to now, he is worried that Voldemort himself has come to the scene.

However, now it seems that Voldemort just sent his subordinates.

Do you feel that his strength generally does not require him to do it himself, or is he really lacking in skills?

Sean frowned and glanced down with the monocular.

"It's almost time... It's time to clean up the battlefield..." He muttered, and black smoke shot straight down.

On the ground, the original powerful wizards had turned into gray-black stones and fell to the ground.

The huge basilisk was moving at a high speed that didn't fit its size, and it was chasing the few fish that slipped through the net.

There is no moon hanging high in the sky, but there is still a tall werewolf running away in the gloomy jungle.

Fenrir Greyback has turned into a werewolf, and his sanity has long been flooded with bloodthirsty and murder. However, as a guy who prides himself on being a werewolf and loves to attack other wizards, Fenrir has never had much sanity in his head.

However, it is such a werewolf, who is on all fours at the moment, his sharp claws are constantly stepping into the soil, his mouth full of stench is breathing heavily, and he is fleeing in the most desperate way.

Without him, bloodthirsty is bloodthirsty, but the instinct of animals is still the first goal of survival.

"Crash—" Behind him came the loud noise of trees falling and being pushed away. Fenrir didn't dare to look back at all, and ran faster.

As long as... as long as I can pull a little distance... I can Apparate away...

A thought was repeating in Fenrir's barren brain.

Maybe it was the basilisk that chased the others, or maybe it was his prayer that had an effect, and the sound of the falling tree behind him was getting farther and farther.

Fenrir resisted and did not howl, his running figure gradually slowed down, and his body that belonged to a werewolf was quietly disappearing.

"Ha—" He gasped violently, and without wiping the sweat from his forehead, he immediately took out his wand.

Apparition...

Before his happy expression completely dissipated, a curse came whistling!

A slave of Fenrir's power is still good at fighting, and he instinctively waved his wand to remove the spell.

"Who?!" His eyes widened, his fangs exposed.

No one answered him, only more curses came.

As Fenrir pulled away the incoming spell, he quickly cocked his nose, trying to smell the enemy's location.

In the shadows, Sean was calmly casting a spell, and he even had the time to record some things in his mind.

"The magic of a werewolf is no different from that of a normal wizard. Regardless of other aspects, only in terms of combat ability, a werewolf is stronger than a wizard of the same level because of its keen instinctive response and excellent receptors."

"Furthermore, although this werewolf who is immersed in power is not very rational and bloodthirsty, he has to admit that his strength is far stronger than that of a werewolf like Mr. Lupin who restrains himself."

"Of course, the shortcomings are also obvious. It only uses the fighting instinct. Most of the time, it is based on intuition—the brain is not used very much when fighting."

"Besides, there is no difference between Fenrir and the time I saw him. The possibility of being parasitized by Voldemort can be ruled out."

"That's about it... I can write it down in my Defense Against the Dark Arts notebook later..."

"It's time to end him."

Sean's eyes froze, his right hand quickly waved twice, and two spells roared away, one of which was even chasing the end of the previous one.

Fenrir threw off the curse angrily and shouted angrily, "Get out of me!"

The explosion sound of "Bang", although the magic spell behind was thrown away, but because the speed was too fast, it could not be knocked into the distance. The red light penetrated into the land beside Fenrir, and then exploded violently. .

Blocks of mud and stones smashed into Fenrir, and just as he was about to swing his wand to smash these things away, the two largest pieces of mud suddenly twisted and changed shape.

The hungry wolves that turned into mud pounced on the left and the right.

"Damn it!" Fenrir roared and tore apart the hungry wolf on his left, but his right was bitten by the other.

The wand in his right hand loosened for a moment because of the pain.

It was because at this moment, when he felt the magical fluctuations that suddenly appeared behind him, it was too late to fight back.

Fenrir was shot straight out, and his wand came out of his hand, and before his body that hit the giant tree even had time to slip off, another magic spell followed.

His painful expression stiffened on his face.

"Sure enough, it's a lot more troublesome to catch a living mouth than to kill it directly." Sean brushed off the soil on his shoulders and waved his wand.

The vines turned into strong and strong ropes, tying Fenrir together.

"Except your clothes." Sean cast another spell.

This is his small improvement on the Disarming Charm, using some principles of the Cleansing Charm.

The effect is as straightforward as the name of the spell, you can directly strip the opponent away...

Because the effect is relatively outstanding, Sean is too embarrassed to tell others that he has improved such a spell.

Of course, when facing the enemy, it is very necessary to remove all the coverings of the opponent to prevent sneak attack by the hidden magic items.

At this time, Dave also had a thought: "The hunt is over, Pudding and I are waiting for you on the spot."

When Sean carried the petrified Fenrir back to the ruins of Baron Skinner's manor, he saw the cat leopard leisurely licking its paws on a dirt **** next to it, and the blood-red-eyed scorpion demons were circling each other. circling.

Sean walked over and saw the few fish that slipped through the net, but it seemed that two of them had already disappeared.

Dave explained honestly: "I didn't hold back my hand, and accidentally killed one - and the other was that the pudding was too strong, and it was pinched to death when I brought it back."

Sean shook his head helplessly, these two were pure unlucky bastards.

The basilisk had put on the "glasses" again and coiled on one side, and there were a bunch of petrified dark wizards lying on the ground.

Sean quickly checked one by one, and sure enough, there were quite a few Death Eaters here.

However, I didn't see Barty Jr., Bella, or Regulus and Malfoy.

Didn't come here or didn't you betray me? Sean raised his brows, and then gave everyone a piece of clothing to remove, and then threw them into the ring together.

"I'll leave the care to you."

When his friends returned to the ring, Sean walked back to the center of the ruins that had been razed to the ground.

Baron Skinner slowly emerged from the ground, then stared blankly at a location.

That's where he and Corina's blood alliance pendant was placed just now. At that time, the situation was urgent, and Sean didn't have time to save the broken blood alliance.

It is unrealistic to think about repairing it now.

"Are you staying here or I'll give you a ride?" Sean raised his wand without any intention of comforting him, "I have a way to kill the ghost."

Hearing what Sean said, Baron Skinner was obviously moved.

However, he soon shook his head sadly: "I, I dare not go to see Coriana... I deserve all this... The last thoughts are gone... I, I may need more time to atone for my sins. UU Read the book ”

In the end, she was still cowardly and didn't dare to face her former lover, even if Corina might have gone to the real underworld.

Sean shook his head: "It's up to you, um, just treat it as a deal between us. If I have some details about the blood alliance that I need to know in the future, I will come to you. In exchange, , you can invite me to kill you anytime—when you have the guts to beg Lady Corina's forgiveness."

Skinner buried his head deeply, with a little gratitude and a little pain: "Okay, okay, thank you..."

My own sin... Sean shook his head again, and finally turned into black smoke and rushed into the sky.

Of course, now I have to face a bigger problem.

…

Somewhere on the island in the middle of the lake, where the sun is not seen, in the center.

The transparent air suddenly twisted, and the invisibility cloak was lifted a little, revealing Grindelwald's face.

He looked a lot older all of a sudden, but his arrogant and happy temperament still remained.

"Why did I leave these reminders for myself in the first place..." Grindelwald was still shrunken in the invisibility cloak, he rubbed the things in his hands, and whispered to himself.

Suddenly, he showed a weird smile again.

"I didn't expect that my hopes would be pinned on others..."

"Sean, don't let me down."

He looked down at his palm.

It was a blood alliance that had completely lost its luster and was torn apart.