A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 359 I hate Avada Kedavra!

The closer you get to the island, the stronger the storm becomes. Dark clouds blot out the sun, making it seem like the end of the world is coming.

After an unknown amount of time, William was the first to break through the dark and dim waterspout, and a moment later, the four riders appeared in succession.

Mrs. Maxim's Hercules is truly a rare breed, raised on a rich diet of malt whisky, far superior to Hagrid's poorly raised Thestrals.

Even amidst raging winds and torrential rain, they remain as steadfast as rocks. During flight, they display a highly dynamic visual beauty, their manes rippled by the rain, trembling rhythmically with their muscles.

William tightened the horse's mane, raised its hooves, and for a moment, the horse's neighing drowned out the sound of the rain.

The werewolf standing guard in the rain suddenly looked up, his face showing surprise.

Beneath the dark clouds, five enormous horses, each as large as an elephant, appeared. On the head of the lead horse, a young wizard in flowing robes stood.

He took a step forward and leaped from the sky.

William remained ramrod straight, like a spear, as he charged towards the werewolf with a furrowed brow.

The werewolf chuckled, lowered his head to reach for his ebony wand, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with horror... The young wizard had vanished without a trace.

In the next scene, a giant eagle appeared in front of the werewolf, its huge claws gripping his neck and lifting him up.

The werewolf, accustomed to evil, had never suffered such humiliation. He pounded his fists on the eagle's steel claws.

To no avail. Moments later, the werewolf's legs went limp, as if it were convulsing, and its face turned from red to a sickly bluish-purple as it struggled to breathe.

William slammed the werewolf to the ground. After landing, he transformed from a sea eagle into a human, gripped his wand in his right hand, and aimed it at the werewolf's head.

"Don't kill me!" The werewolf coughed a few times and hurriedly lay down on the ground begging for mercy.

William stared at the狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face and asked coldly, "Where are the people you captured?"

"In the cave...I can lead the way...I can..."

Oh, goodbye!

Avada Kedavra!

A flash of green light appeared, and the werewolf collapsed to the ground, his face still showing a look of terror.

William didn't feel too bad when he used the Avada Kedavra curse for the first time; in fact, he felt a little regretful.

A pack of werewolves... indiscriminately seize young children, turning them into werewolves, selling them, or keeping them as their subordinates.

These scum... isn't it a bit too easy to let them die so easily?

Is there really such a good thing in the world?!

The five rune horses landed on the ground, and before they could even settle down, Hermione jumped off and ran toward William.

Upon seeing the werewolf corpse, the girl shrank back in fear, but didn't stop. She approached, hugged William, and whispered words of comfort:

"Annie and Gabrielle will definitely be fine!"

Furong hugged herself tightly, staring at the dead body, feeling a chill run through her body, but then her eyes gradually hardened...

The werewolf Mormont was extremely excited. The werewolf was cleanly and swiftly killed, which gave her a sudden feeling of immense joy that she had never experienced before.

She stared intently at William's retreating figure.

William looked up at the seemingly endless rain curtain and said solemnly, "I will stay here and lure out all the werewolves."

"Mormont, lead the way. You two go in and find Anne and Gabrielle... Be careful!"

The three nodded quickly.

William waved his wand, casting an illusion spell on them. With his current magical skill, the werewolves would have no chance of discovering Hermione and the others.

"Go ahead, but be careful!" William repeated.

Hermione wrapped her arms around William's neck, gave him a hard kiss, and then resolutely left, running towards the cave without hesitation.

"It's just the two of us now." William patted the black dog's head.

This time, the black dog didn't resist. Instead, it stared blankly at the werewolf's corpse, lost in thought.

A moment later, the black dog suddenly looked up at the young man with a grim face... He was momentarily dazed, as if he saw Dumbledore's figure, which slowly overlapped with the boy's.

William pointed his wand at the sky, shooting out a white beam of light. Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, their deafening roar echoing through the air.

After the fireworks, William's clear, melodious voice echoed across the island: "You're all surrounded! Come out and die, you damned bastards!"

The black dog looked up at the sky speechlessly, wanting to remind William that werewolves and dogs were two different species, and the difference between them was even greater than that between humans and dogs.

He's fine with cursing, he wanted to curse even after Annie was arrested! But why broaden the scope of the attack and involve the dog?

What did I do to you?! Did I eat your dog food, or... well, he actually ate someone else's dog food.

Such a commotion naturally reached the werewolves inside the cave. Soon, two streams of people surged out from both sides of the cave.

They carried wands, but instead of attacking immediately, they searched for Aurors.

Auror... French Auror... they'll probably arrive late, after all.

William smiled and arrogantly beckoned to the werewolves, signaling them not to be shy and to come over.

The hook hand's provocation was indeed at its maximum; the first wave of spells was already upon them. William waved his wand, summoning a silver shield.

The shield was struck by the spell and swayed for a moment, but it remained standing. At the same time, William's wand shot out a sharp blue light.

One of the werewolves' expressions changed drastically. He leaned back, and a spell swept past, piercing two werewolves behind him with the blue spell, causing them to fall to the ground.

William appeared in phantom form, easily dodging the second wave of dazzling light.

A burly man spun around and swung his wand violently, but William was faster, and a red light streaked through the air.

The burly man's massive body flew sideways, and the sound of his shoulder cracking was quite alarming.

The three werewolves who were about to charge in realized something was wrong and immediately stopped and retreated.

William appeared in phantom form behind a person, raised his left hand, a cold glint flashed, and a head was ripped off the body, rolling away like a watermelon after landing.

William, silver sword in his left hand and wand in his right, said softly, "I think I know why Gandalf liked melee combat... because it's really fun!"

Enraged, one of the werewolves shot out a green beam of light. William raised his right hand, and the head, smeared with blood, flew back into the air, landing precisely in the path of Avada Kedavra.

His head exploded with a bang, but the splattered blood did not scatter. Instead, under William's magical pull, the blood droplets condensed into a single, silver needle.

A werewolf nearby suddenly warned, "Watch out!"

But the werewolf who cast the Killing Curse was still too slow to react. His head swung back, and a small burst of blood shot out of one of his eyeballs.

He covered his eyes and roared in agony.

With a flick of his wand, William sent the silver needle, transformed from blood, flying like a butterfly, easily piercing the other eyeball before exploding with a deafening roar.

With a crisp cracking sound, the werewolf collapsed to the ground, its head lolling to one side.

Blood droplets scattered on the ground resembled a stunning painting rendered in scarlet dye.

Vibrant and eye-catching!

William didn't even glance at the corpse. He took out a piece of paper, wiped the blood off his face, threw it on the body, and walked away slowly.

In an instant, all the werewolves on the island were terrified and retreated. Many even moved stealthily, trying to use their phantom forms to escape this dangerous place.

Standing in the rain, William said in a drawn-out voice, "Do you know why I hate Avada Kedavra?"

Killing you like that would be too quick; you'd hardly experience the pleasure of death. Only by killing with a dull blade can you appreciate the most authentic and ugly state of being before death…

Come on! Come and kill me! You bunch of bastards... I'll make you feel pain, and know... that's the last thing you'll ever feel!

William was clearly smiling, but his blood-stained red clothes and undisguised murderous aura were truly chilling to behold!

Not only the werewolves, but even the black dog couldn't help but shiver. He was seriously considering... whether to find a different little wizard to be his pet dog?

I need help urgently!

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