Harry Potter Raven's Claw

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

What just happened completely beyond his cognitive scope. Why can the small wooden sticks in those people's hands shine? Why did the red light flash and it bounce off like a car hit?

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

Unfortunately, the wizards whose sanity was taken away by alcohol did not intend to let him go.

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

"Hey, have you ever played blowing feathers?" a man asked suddenly, "It's a game where you throw a feather into the sky and then blow the air to prevent it from falling."

The others looked at him in confusion, not understanding what he said for now.

The man chuckled, raised his wand and pointed it at the hunting suit man and shook it up.

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

Then the force suddenly disappeared, and the man in the hunting suit fell freely.

Then the man raised his wand again.

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The hunting man was thrown around by the male witch like a sandbag. It can be seen that the male witch's control ability is not good, and she cannot control the force he exerted on the hunting man.

This leads to the hunting man being pulled up often, but his limbs and head still stayed in place due to inertia.

He felt his neck breaking, his eyes were rushing to blood, and the unimaginable severe pain made him scream.

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

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

Finally, a male witch next to her couldn't help it. He stretched out his magic wand and joined the feather blowing game.

However, his magic control ability seemed to be worse than that of the witch at the beginning, and that huge force was actually applied to the head of the man in the hunting suit.

“Cruff!”

A crisp sound came, and the screams came to an abrupt end. The man in the hunting suit was timid and his eyes were wide open, as if he was accusing something.

"Oh! Morey! What did you do quietly? There's nothing to play now."

At the beginning, the witch screamed regretfully, while the witch named Morey smiled apologetically and said:

"It's okay, I know there are a few Muggles not far from here, why don't we keep going?"

As soon as everyone said this, everyone looked at each other. Although they didn't say anything, the excited expression on the other people's faces had already let Morey know their answer.

"Give it, put this on." Morey took out a pile of white hoods and handed it to everyone, "If you put it on, others won't recognize us, and we can also play as much as we can!"

Everyone put on their headbands without hesitation, shouted, and left with a crazy smile.

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

His movements were very light, one was because he was afraid that Penelo was sleeping and the other was because the drunken thugs found him, which ended their plan to make trouble after drinking.

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

The wizards thought he was dead, but in fact, he was just unable to move due to injury to his spine and nerves.

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

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

Then, he stopped looking at the hunting man who was still lying on the ground, turned around coldly and walked towards the direction where the group of thugs disappeared.

But his fists were already clenched tightly at some point.

Mike was angry.

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

That was just an ordinary person, an ordinary person who had no conflicts with them at all.

But they still killed him and used a fun attitude to kill him!

Because they knew that the Ministry of Magic would not punish them, such high-ranking figures.

And even if there are iron-headed kids in the Ministry of Magic who want to touch them, they can find various excuses to escape punishment.

Just as they did when they escaped from judgment after Voldemort disappeared.

In this sense, these people are the real biggest winners, and Voldemort is more like their workers.

They first brought Voldemort to the altar and followed Voldemort to conquer the wizarding world.

If things succeed, then their power will become greater.

Although the plan failed now and Voldemort seemed to have been killed, they were still above the vast majority of people and enjoying treatment that was no different from before.

Now, they are about to look for the next victim so that they can have a good time.

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

And just now, when he looked at the hunting man, he finally made a decision.

No matter what, even if I can't catch that little mouse today, I will teach those thugs a lesson, a lesson that the Ministry of Magic cannot give!

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

I saw him wandering through the woods like a phantom, desperately rushing towards the direction the thugs were moving forward.

However, he was still late.

When Mike found the group of people, the camping area had long become a sea of ​​fire, with wizards running around everywhere. There were at least 70,000 people living in this mid-range camping area, and there were also many powerful people, but none of them stood up to stop the thugs!

Their weakness fueled the arrogance of the white hoodies, and they lit up tents after tent, spreading panic everywhere.

On the other hand, more white gauntlets continued to play the game of "blowing feathers".

It should be a family of three. It can be seen that the white-haired gutters were very careful this time, and the two adults were still screaming.

The little girl next to them couldn't withstand such torture and lost her voice like the previous hunting man.

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

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

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

"You scumbags!"

Mike roared, and a dazzling white light flashed by, and the sword of victory and vows appeared in his hands.

The next moment, he held a sword in one hand and a staff in the other, carrying a dazzling light like a hero who came on the stage and rushed towards the group of white gauntlets.

The momentum of Mike made was extremely huge, and instantly attracted the attention of the runaways and white hoodies.

"Look! Someone is going to stop them!"

Harry, who had been paying attention to the white hoodies, was the first to discover the amazing white light. He screamed at Hermione and Ron, and at the same time took out a panoramic telescope to watch the Quidditch World Cup.

Through the telescope's lens that was blessed by magic, Harry finally saw who the hero was bathed in the white light.

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

Harry felt so excited that he was about to faint. The last second he was still in pain for those Muggles, and the next second Mike stood up!

"Really? Is this impossible?"

Ron widened his eyes in surprise, and took out the panoramic telescope to see it with his own eyes.

But before he could point the telescope in the distance, Hermione on the side snatched the telescope over.

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

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

Hermione's shouting was naturally impossible for Mike to hear. At this moment, he was sprinting towards the group of white hoodies at full speed.

His speed was very fast, and the wind speed curse had been activated to the extreme. Under the naked eyes of the bystander, the white light emitted by the holy sword had even been dragged out by Mike to create a long belt of light!

However, his momentum was too great, and those white hoodies had already discovered his existence.

It is undoubtedly the stupidest move to use melee attacks to deal with wizards when they are discovered in advance.

I saw that the white-haired hoodies who were originally playing the "Feather Blowing" game immediately showed their magical powers and began to distance themselves from Michael.

Seeing this, Mike smiled on his face. The reason why he chose to make such a big noise instead of a sneak attack was to ensure the safety of the three Muggles.

And now, their goal has been achieved.

He rotated gently and removed the inertia of the sprint. At the same time, he swung his right wand violently, and the three Muggles that were still in mid-air were thrown in the direction where Harry and the others were.

"Take them away!"

Hearing Mike's shout, Harry, Mr. Weasley and others were stunned at first, then quickly reacted and used the floating curse to steadily catch the three Muggles.

Harry hurriedly reached his hand in front of the little girl's nose, and then the worry on his face immediately faded away, and he shouted to Mike happily:

"She is still alive! They are all still alive!"

Mike did not hear Harry's emotional shouts, and even if he heard him, he would not respond, because his situation could no longer allow him to be distracted.

The white-haired hoodies had already reacted. They were so angry that they directly attacked Mike, using the strongest single-body attack curse: the life-seeking curse!

In the exclamation of those bystanders who sacrificed their lives to eat melons, Mike was traveling through green lights like a butterfly, and from time to time he would wave his sword to block a life-seeking curse that he could not escape.

This scene looks very thrilling, and Mike's slight mistake will lead to death.

But Mike, who was in trouble, had no expression on his face. The absolute rational buff brought by brain closure surgery made him without fear or tension at all, and he could calmly find the best way to avoid it.

Gradually, the green light shot towards Mike fell a lot, and the white-haired hoodies finally began to unable to withstand the backlash of the continuous casting of the life-seeking curse and began to rest.

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

Mike's lips were squirming gently, and at the same time, the wand accidentally drew mysterious symbols in the air as he flicked and moved.

Immediately afterwards, a red light flashed across the tip of the black-thorned Limu magic wand, and a faint red-orange flame slowly fell from the tip of the wand to the ground.

"boom!"

The flame exploded and quickly swallowed everything around him.

The soil, stones, trees and even air were all the targets it devoured. The red and black flames expanded in an instant, forming a giant python with countless magma!

And it was not until this moment that the white hooded men discovered the true face of the flame.

"He's crazy! It's Lihuo!"

The white hood in the lead roared, and then without any hesitation, the magic wand swung violently, accompanied by a crackling explosion, and forced the shadow change to move away from here.

The white-haired gutters around him who besieged Mike looked at each other and soon reacted and began to escape in dispersion.

Unfortunately, their movements were obviously slower.

The python that was still growing bigger rushed to them at a speed that was extremely inconsistent with his body shape. His mouth suddenly opened, and a large ball of fierce fire instantly swallowed them all!

Mike came to them like a wandering stroll, looking at them coldly, while the ferocious giant flame python was quietly entrenched beside Mike, like a pet.

Compared with those lifeless stones and soil, the burning speed of these white hoodies is obviously much slower. After so long, they have not been burned out yet, and many people are even struggling in the flames.

This is very unscientific. With the ultra-high temperature of the fire, they should be melted instantly.

But this is very magical, because the fire of Li is burning not only their body, but their souls.

Lihuo is a devil's flame with the power of curses. Not only will the body be burned to death, but even the soul will be burned completely.

The true souls were scattered, let alone becoming ghosts, they could not even have the legendary reincarnation that did not know whether they existed or not!

At the same time, the curse power in the sharp fire will bring pain to the curse who is comparable to the heart-wrenching wrist bones. Moreover, because the soul burns for time, this pain will continue for a long time.

And these two are exactly what Mike wants.

It was too cheap to kill them directly. He asked these beasts to taste the pain they had once exerted on others!

For this reason, even if you reveal the secret of mastering black magic, you will be willing to do so!

At this time, a "fireman" who was burned all over his body and was so bloody that he could not see his face at all, stretched out his hand to Mike with difficulty, and said hoarsely with his burned vocal cords:

"Save me! I am Barry Flint, the head of the Flint family! Save me! Save me quickly! As long as you save me, I will give it to you no matter what you want!"

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

"But, all I want is your life."