Harry Potter’s Raven’s Claw

The man in the hunting suit struggled to get up from the ground, opened his mouth wide and looked at the group of strangely dressed men in front of him in surprise.

What happened just now completely surpassed his cognition. Why can the small wooden sticks in those people's hands glow? Why did the red light flash and I bounced off like I was hit by a car?

He couldn't understand these questions at all, so he could only endure the severe pain and crawl on the ground, trying to stay away from the group of weirdos in front of him as much as possible.

It's a pity that the wizards whose sanity was taken away by alcohol didn't intend to let him go.

They grinned grimly at the man crawling on the ground like a dog in front of them, slowly following him step by step like a cat teasing a mouse, but deliberately slowed down to avoid chasing the man in front of him.

"Hey, have you ever played feather blowing?" a man asked suddenly. "It's a game of throwing a feather up into the sky and blowing on it so it doesn't fall."

The rest of the people looked at him suspiciously, not understanding why he said this at the moment.

The man chuckled, raised his wand and flicked it at the man in hunting suit.

The next moment, the man in the hunting suit was lifted up by a huge force and was dragged into the air.

Then that force suddenly disappeared, and the hunter fell freely.

Then the man raised his wand again.

...

The man in the hunting suit was thrown around by the wizard like a sandbag. It can be seen that the wizard's control ability is not good, and there is no way to control the force he exerts on the man in the hunting suit.

As a result, the hunting suit man is often pulled up, but his limbs and head still stay in place due to inertia.

He felt like his neck was about to break, his eyes were bleeding rapidly, and the unimaginable pain made him scream.

"Ah! Please spare me! Please, please forgive me!"

The man in hunting suit begged for mercy, but the wizards below were all watching the wizard's demonstration with relish, and the screams made them even more excited.

Finally, a wizard next to him couldn't bear it any longer. He stretched out his wand and joined in the feather-blowing game.

However, his ability to control magic power seems to be worse than that of the wizard at the beginning, and that huge force was actually exerted on the head of the hunter.

"Crunch!"

There was a crisp sound, and the screaming stopped abruptly. The hunter's neck was stretched, his eyes were wide open, as if he was complaining about something.

"Oh! Morey! Quietly, what did you do? There's nothing to play with now."

The wizard at the beginning yelled regretfully, while the wizard named Morey smiled apologetically and said:

"It's okay, I know there are a few Muggles not far from here, how about we continue?"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. Although they didn't say anything, the excited expressions on the faces of the others let Morey know their answer.

"Here, wear this." Morey took out a bunch of white hoods and handed them to everyone, "If you wear this, others won't recognize us, and we can play as much as we want!"

Everyone put on their hoods without hesitation, shouted, and left with wild laughter.

It took a long time before Mike got out of the tent.

His movements are very light, one is afraid that the sleeping Penello will find out, and the other is that the drunk thugs will find him, thus terminating their plan to make trouble after drinking.

The hunting suit man was lying on the ground, motionless.

The wizards thought he was dead, but in reality, he was just immobilized by spinal and nerve injuries.

Mike walked over and looked at the man in hunting suit.

After a while, Mike seemed to be moved by the pleading in the man's eyes. He took out a bottle of healing potion from his bag and poured it into the man's mouth.

After that, he stopped looking at the man in hunting suit who was still lying on the ground, turned indifferently, and walked towards the direction where the group of thugs disappeared.

It's just that his fist was clenched tightly without knowing when.

Mike was furious.

He originally thought that his heart was dark enough, but now it seems that he still overestimated himself. After seeing what those scumbags did, he still couldn't restrain the anger in his heart.

That was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had absolutely no conflict of interest with them.

But they still killed him, and they still killed him with a playful attitude!

Because they knew that the Ministry of Magic would never punish such high-ranking figures like them.

And even if there are iron-headed children in the Ministry of Magic who want to move them, they can find all kinds of excuses to escape punishment.

Just as they did when the Death Eaters escaped trial after Voldemort disappeared.

In this sense, they are the real biggest winners, and Voldemort is more like their wage earners.

It was they who raised Voldemort to the altar and followed Voldemort to conquer the wizarding world.

If things are successful, then their power will become even greater.

Now, although the plan has failed, and Voldemort seems to have been killed, they are still above the vast majority of people, enjoying the same treatment as before.

Now, they're about to go find their next victim so they can have a good time.

Mike has been hesitating since the hunting suit man appeared, hesitating whether to take action to stop those people.

And just now, when he and the hunter looked at each other, he finally made a decision.

What the hell, even if I can't catch that little mouse today, I have to teach those thugs a lesson, a lesson that the Ministry of Magic can't give, an unforgettable lesson!

Mike's pace was getting faster and faster, and he had already used the Wind Speed ​​Curse before he knew it!

I saw him shuttling through the woods like a phantom, desperately rushing towards the direction the thugs were heading.

Still he was late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had already become a sea of ​​flames, and there were wizards fleeing in panic everywhere. There were at least 70,000 people living in this mid-range camping area, and there were many powerful people among them. No one came out to stop those thugs!

Their weakness fueled the arrogance of the white hoods. They laughed wildly and lit tent after tent, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other side, more white hoods are continuing to play the game of 'blowing feathers'.

It should be a family of three. It can be seen that the white hoods are very careful this time. The two adults, a man and a woman, are still screaming.

And the little girl beside them couldn't bear this kind of torture, and lost her voice just like the man in hunting suit before.

But even so, the group of white hoods still had no intention of stopping.

They were waving their wands, still throwing the little girl like sandbags.

Looking at the little girl's little figure swaying here and there under the inertia, Mike felt a flame burning in his heart.

"You scumbags!"

Mike roared, a dazzling white light flashed, and the sword of victory and oath appeared in his hand.

In the next moment, he held a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, and rushed towards the group of white hoods with a dazzling light like a hero appearing on the stage.

The momentum Mike made was extremely loud, and instantly attracted the attention of those fugitives and white hoods.

"Look! Someone is going to stop them!"

Harry, who had been keeping an eye on the white hoods, was the first to spot the astonishing white light. He screamed at Hermione and Ron, and at the same time took out the panoramic binoculars he bought to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Through the magic-blessed lens of the telescope, Harry finally saw clearly who the hero bathed in the white light was.

"My God! It's Mike! My God!"

Harry felt that he was about to pass out from excitement. One second he was still suffering from what happened to those Muggles, and the next second Mike stood up!

"Really? It's impossible, isn't it?"

Ron's eyes widened in surprise, and he also took out the panoramic binoculars to see for himself.

But before he could point the binoculars into the distance, Hermione snatched the binoculars away.

After seeing the real body of the white light clearly, Hermione's body immediately trembled slightly, while still screaming:

"Don't go! Mike! That's a group of dark wizards!"

Naturally, Mike couldn't hear Hermione's yelling, and at this moment he was sprinting towards the group of white-hooded men at full speed.

His speed is very fast, and the Wind Speed ​​Curse has been urged to the extreme by him. Under the naked eyes of bystanders, the white light emitted by the holy sword has even been dragged by Mike into a long strip of light!

It's just that his momentum is too great, and those white hoods have already discovered his existence.

And it is undoubtedly the most stupid move to use melee attacks against wizards when they are discovered in advance.

I saw those white hoods who were still playing the game of "blowing feathers" immediately dispersed after realizing that Mike's target was them, and began to distance themselves from Mike.

Mike showed a smile when he saw this. The reason why he chose to make such a big noise instead of choosing a sneak attack was to ensure the safety of the three Muggles.

But now, their goal has been achieved.

He spun lightly to relieve the inertia of sprinting, and at the same time swung the wand in his right hand violently, and the three Muggles who were still in mid-air were thrown in the direction where Harry and the others were.

"Take them away!"

Hearing Mike's yell, Harry, Mr. Weasley and the others were taken aback for a moment, then they reacted quickly and used the Levitating Charm to catch the three Muggles steadily.

Harry impatiently put his hand in front of the little girl's nose, and then the worried look on his face faded away, and he shouted happily to Mike:

"She's alive! They're all alive!"

Mike didn't hear Harry's emotional yell, and even if he heard it, he wouldn't respond, because the situation at this time could no longer allow him to be distracted.

Those white hoods had already reacted, and they were so annoyed that they directly attacked Mike, using the strongest single-target attack spell: the Killing Curse!

Amidst the exclamation of those onlookers who risked their lives to eat melons, Mike shuttled through the green lights one after another like a butterfly wearing a flower, and swung his sword from time to time to block a life-killing curse that he couldn't escape.

Such a scene looks very thrilling, as long as Mike makes a slight mistake, the consequence is death.

But Mike, who was in a predicament, was expressionless. The absolute sanity buff brought by Occlumency made him feel no fear and tension at all, and he could calmly find the best escape plan.

Gradually, the green light that was shooting towards Mike became less and less, and those white hoods finally couldn't bear the backlash from continuously casting the death curse, and began to rest.

And Mike, also seized this opportunity and started to fight back.

I saw Mike's lips twitching slightly, and at the same time, the wand inadvertently drew mysterious symbols in midair as he flicked around.

Immediately afterwards, a red light flashed across the tip of the blackthorn wand, and a group of faint, red-orange flames with traces of black slowly fell from the tip of the wand to the ground.

"boom!"

The flame exploded, quickly devouring everything around it.

Dirt, stones, trees, and even air, everything is the target of its devouring, and the mass of red-black flames expanded in an instant, entraining countless magma to form a giant flame python!

And it wasn't until this moment that those white hoods discovered the true face of the flame.

"He's crazy! It's Fiendfire!"

The leader with the white hood roared, and without any hesitation, he flicked his wand violently, accompanied by crackling explosions, and forcibly used Apparatus to leave here.

The white hoods who besieged Mike with him looked at each other in blank dismay, and quickly reacted, and began to disperse and flee.

It's a pity that their movements were obviously a little slower.

The giant flame python, which was still growing in size, rushed towards them at a speed that didn't match his size, opened its mouth violently, and swallowed them all in an instant!

Mike came to them in a leisurely manner, looking at them coldly, while the ferocious flame python was quietly entrenched beside Mike, like a pet.

Compared with those lifeless stones and soil, the burning speed of these white hoods is obviously much slower. After such a long time, they have not been completely burned, and many people are even struggling in the flames.

This is very unscientific, with Fiendfire's super high temperature they should be melted instantly.

But it was magical, because Fiendfyre was burning not only their bodies, but their souls as well.

Fierce Flame is a devil's flame with the power of curse. Creatures contaminated by it will not only burn their bodies, but even their souls will be completely burned.

The real souls are scattered, let alone become ghosts, they can't even carry out the reincarnation of the legend that they don't know whether they exist or not!

At the same time, the power of the curse in Fiendflame will bring pain to the victim that is comparable to piercing carpal bones, and because the burning of the soul takes time, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

It is too cheap to kill them directly, he wants these beasts to taste the pain they have inflicted on others!

For this reason, even if he exposes the secret of his mastery of black magic, he will not hesitate!

At this time, a 'Fire Man' whose skin was burned off all over his body, so bloody that he couldn't see his face at all, stretched out his hand to Mike with difficulty, and said hoarsely with his burned vocal cords:

"Save me! I'm Barry Flint, the head of the Flint family! Save me! Save me! As long as you save me, I'll give you whatever you want!"

Mike raised his eyebrows, slowly came to Flint and squatted down, and said in a calm tone:

"But, what I want is your life."