Harry Potter I Am Death

The forest at night is too mysterious, the strange branches are like dark minions, and the deep forest path seems to lead to the huge mouth of the abyss.

There was a crackling in the air, and Bock's withered face was illuminated and darkened by the dim flickering fire.

There are some buildings in front, but they are all randomly built with wood and thatch, and they are extremely simple.

The only means of lighting here are the torches with wooden handles that have been pitted by moths.

When Bok stepped into this area, the soft mud under his feet was like rotten meat, the smell of excrement and some unknown rotten smell made the air extremely muddy, Bok's nose was writhing, and his face was full of disgust .

He was wearing a black robe, and the messy wooden houses on both sides flashed past him from time to time, even though some green eyes shone from those gaps, he turned a blind eye to them.

"Are you really sleeping?" Bork stopped in front of the most orderly looking house, his voice was particularly abrupt in the hollow forest.

With a creak, a burly figure walked out from behind the door, with some lights on behind it.

"Mr. Bork, did you take any action?" When the man spoke, his voice matched the ferocious face like a dragon's skin very well.

"Fenrir, it's rare that you can still remember such a thing." Bock's crooked body looked as vulnerable as a rotten tree in front of Fenrir.

"The people from the Ministry of Magic will not find this place, there is no need to be so nervous."

"Heh," Bok let out a sneer, "Indeed, that group of wine bags and rice bags can always save us a lot of trouble."

Bork looked around, and the look of disdain on his face became more intense, "It's like a pigsty here."

A trace of sullenness flashed across Fenrir's face with a lot of black hair, "We are no match for your master wizard, who sits at the table every day, and Jin Gallon can come by himself."

"Then you don't want to get rid of the life that is worse than pigs and dogs?"

Fenrir's pupils without a trace of warmth shrank, and then kept his gaze on Bok, "What do you want to say?"

Bock's eyes flashed with a sinister poisonous light, "someone may spoil our good deeds"

"Who?"

"Do you know the East?"

Fenrir's murderous eyes suddenly calmed down, he looked around, "Come in and say"

Bock followed Fenrir into the house. The scene inside the house was nothing like the outside, and there were still some bloody pieces of meat piled up by the fire.

"The East sent people over, and Shafik has already started cooperating with them. Maybe the potion market will have nothing to do with us from now on!"

Fenrir sat on the low sofa, sniffed the liquid remaining in the cup, "Did you delay your money?"

Burke's face was full of anger, "Are you really stupid or just pretending to be stupid? Shafik has taken refuge in Huaxia, then he is not one of us, and the Dark Lord will lose a lot of power. Do you just want to stay in this pigpen like that? ?”

Fenrir put the wine glass heavily on the table, stared at Bok with burning eyes, and gasped heavily, "What do you want me to do?"

"Make trouble for those Chinese people"

Fenrir stood up, "What did you say?"

Bock leaned back so that he could see Fenrir's face, "What are you afraid of? Isn't the East just a group of old antiques locked in a house? Where did they get their hands on us?"

Bork stood up slowly, "If we let them in...you don't want anyone to disrupt our plan, do you?"

Fenrir took a deep breath, his ferocious face was full of struggles.

After a while, "tell me where they are," Fenrir whispered.

"That's right, my dear friend! I'll tell you the location right away...but remember, don't leave any traces!"

……

In London, England, a spacious and bright house is inhabited by several oriental faces.

"Elder Zhang, this foreigner really knows how to live, this little thing is really good for hot meals."

"You son of a bitch, quickly take out the can, don't you know that you can't put the can in the microwave?"

Zhang Zongde gave the young man in his early twenties a severe blow.

Then with a wave, an unopened can floated out of the microwave.

The young man who had been hit with a brain collapsed stood aside resentfully, "Isn't this the first time I have been used?"

Zhang Zongde angrily put a plate of cold dishes into the microwave oven, "If you don't know how to do it, don't mess around, we represent the country, and we can't let foreigners see jokes, do you understand?"

"Got it, got it," the young man agreed again and again, and then looked at some small objects on the table that he had never seen before, his eyes glowed.

Zhang Zongde sighed, young people are frizzy.

This time they represented Shushan and came to England first as the leaders of the China trade plan. This residence was arranged by Dumbledore, not far from the Ministry of Magic.

Originally, the Ministry of Magic also arranged a place for them, but they did not accept the kindness of the Ministry of Magic. To be precise, they did not want to contact the Ministry of Magic yet.

Although the Chinese cultivation world is not in line with the international standards, the news has been very smooth, especially this time the trade plan has been fully prepared.

According to the information they got, the British Ministry of Magic is rotten from top to bottom, or it can be said that the top is a mess.

They also know that there is still a terrorist named Voldemort in the British magic world, and when troubles arise, there is no way to expect the Ministry of Magic to solve the problem.

Therefore, their purpose from the beginning was quite clear, to contact Dumbledore directly, with the guarantee of their old master, and they were full of sincerity in this cooperation.

Zhang Zongde lay comfortably on the sofa, changing his suit into a gray toga.

Suddenly, the young man ran over and said in a deep voice, "A suspicious person is approaching"

Zhang Zongde's eyes flickered, he looked out the window, "Is law and order so bad?"

As soon as the words fell, a ray of light struck, and a light curtain rose, and the light dissipated.

"Who is presumptuous!"

The young man shouted loudly, and then waved his hands, a talisman instantly formed in the void, turning into a sharp blade and piercing towards the direction of the light.

Zhang Zongde stood up, looked around sharply, and then slapped his waist, and a simple long sword appeared in his hand instantly.

"Drawing sword!"

Zhang Zongde held the sword empty, and suddenly a tyrannical aura swept out, and several figures in black robes suddenly appeared around him.

"Let's go!", one of the black robes yelled, and they immediately turned around and were about to leave.

"Seal!", the young man formed a seal with one hand, the fluctuations on his body slowly merged with the surrounding breath, and the black robes seemed to hit an invisible wall.

Fenrir was horrified, "Fight!"

Suddenly, several werewolves rushed forward.

I saw the young man jumping up like a dragon, dodging to one of them, stabbing out with two fingers like a sword, the man staggered and retreated violently.

Then he moved upon hearing the wind, dodged a claw sideways, and slapped out with a palm, forcing one person back.

The few werewolves who followed Fenrir relied on their bodies that surpassed human beings to attack close to body, but they never thought that the skills of these two people were extremely strange and difficult to match.

The werewolf simply relied on instinct to grab a few times indiscriminately, but the young man had every punch and kick, and the werewolf was completely unable to parry.

Zhang Zongde just kicked black feet from time to time, basically it was the young man who did it.

Fenrir, who was standing the farthest, had a ruthless look in his eyes, took out his wand, and a solid light struck the young man.

The corners of the young man's eyes jumped wildly, and he pushed out his palms one after another, turning one after another into a barrier.

When Fenrir's magic hit the barrier, the barrier shattered, and the young man was shocked back again and again.

"Elder, I can't bear it!"

Zhang Zongde swung his sword, "Brilliant way of the sword!"

Jian Guang instantly stabbed Fenrir with a murderous aura.

Fenrir's pupils shrank suddenly, and blood oozed from his chest in a blink of an eye.

Knowing that he was invincible, Fenrir used all his strength to break through the seal and rush out the door, and the other werewolves followed suit.

"Don't chase!" Zhang Zongde called to stop the young man.