Harry Potter I Am Death

Chapter 204 The Embarrassed Fenrir

Bursts of explosions sounded in the jungle, and heads with strange faces protruded from the dilapidated wooden houses.

Several embarrassed figures appeared in the jungle, took off their black robes, who else could it be but a werewolf headed by Fenrir.

The rest of the werewolves were either clutching their chests or arms, in short they looked like defeated soldiers.

The leader, Fenrir, was bleeding from his chest. He used his wand to recite the healing spell over and over again on the wound, but it took a long time to recite the spell before he could barely stop the blood.

When a group of werewolves saw their leader come back, they looked embarrassed and went up to welcome him.

Werewolves are a bunch of big bastards, you pull and pull, and Fenrir makes your mouth straight.

"Get the hell out of here!" Fenrir roared angrily in a low voice, seeing this group of worthless people was annoying!

The group of werewolves fled in all directions.

In Fenrir's house, Bock was observing all this through the cloudy window, looking at Fenrir, who was seriously injured, in amazement, and also had some regretful expressions. Of course, it is a pity that Fenrir was not directly messed up. die.

Fenrir pushed away the men who wanted to help him, and walked very strenuously on some muddy ground, occasionally pulling the wound on his chest, and grinning again.

He stopped at the door of his own house, turned his head to the left and right with a serious face, and those men retreated one after another, disappearing in a pile of houses.

Seeing Fenrir approaching, Bock hurried away from the window, pretending to be lingering at the door and waiting, just like a funnyman performing tricks.

Fenrir opened the door violently, and seeing Bok at the door, his ferocious face was like a volcano erupting, with anger gushing out.

He grabbed Bock by the collar, and Bock's body like rotten wood was helpless in the face of Fenrir's terrifying power, and he was pushed against the wall.

Fenrir's pupils changed dramatically, his appearance became less human-like, his muscles were agitated, his black hair bulged, and he was about to turn into a werewolf, but he kept his appearance.

This is the peculiarity of being a purebred werewolf, who can freely control the changes of his body, and does not have to worry about forcibly transforming on a full moon night.

Being pressed against the wall by such a monster that seemed to crawl out of hell, the smell of the fangs could penetrate into the nostrils, but Bock laughed strangely.

That malnourished and greasy face seemed to have cracked open, revealing the rotten teeth of feces yellow.

"Are you sure you want to do this to me?"

The two stalemate for quite a while, Fenrir has always maintained that look about to transform but remain unchanged, ferocious but not blood-stained fangs.

The short Bok left his feet off the ground, but he didn't struggle. He just wore that weird smile, and there was no fear of facing the werewolf leader in his eyes.

It is undeniable that Fenrir hesitated, or rather, he was afraid.

Why are werewolves weak?With their strong physiques and claws that can destroy gold and crack rocks, ordinary people are powerless in front of them.

But this is only for ordinary people. The chance of a werewolf attacking a qualified adult wizard is very low, not because of anything else, but by magic.

How can Fenrir be the leader of the werewolves?

Because he has a brain that ordinary werewolves don't have, or in other words, he knows how to admit weakness.

At the same time, his physique is stronger than other werewolves, and he is one of the few werewolves who can cast magic!

It's not that all werewolves have no magical ability, it's just that they lack magical knowledge. In addition, there are indeed some werewolves who are like squibs.

Judging from Fenrir's attack just now, his magical ability is extraordinarily powerful.

But this is not the basis for him to kill Bok.

Why?Even Aleister Shafik had to honestly call Mr. Bork!

To be able to run such a large store in Knockturn Alley, the strength is definitely not weak.

In addition, when Voldemort graduated from Hogwarts as a very rare outstanding student, he refused the invitation of the Ministry of Magic and worked as a small salesman in the Bojinbok store.

How many unknown secrets does Bork have to attract Voldemort?

Even if he is the person who knows Voldemort best, Fenrir can't touch him.

After a while, Fenrir's body gradually returned to normal, and he also put down Bock.

Bork, whose feet finally touched the ground, rubbed his neck in displeasure, but did not continue to provoke Fenrir.

"How is it going?"

Fenrir took a deep look at him, then pulled off the clothes on his chest, revealing a terrible wound.

Bork looked at the squirming scarlet flesh, his expression froze. He stretched out his hand and felt the remaining power on it. He withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been scalded, raised his head, and his eyes were full of horror.

"Who did you meet?" Bock finally asked.

Fenrir gathered his clothes, casually wiped the blood from his hands on his body, then turned his head and walked to the living room, and sat on the sofa with his back.

Bok immediately followed in, not as confident as before, "How many people are there on the other side, and what kind of magic did they use?"

Fenrir took a deep breath, his voice was hoarse, "two"

"two?"

"While holding a sword, the way they attack... is peculiar"

Bork's face became serious, and he slowly sat down on the sofa while leaning on the armrests, and the shadow on the ground danced along with the fire.

Based on the wound just now, Bock could conclude that the other party would definitely be able to kill Fenrir, but in the end he stopped.

The werewolf was the loser, otherwise...he wouldn't dare to provoke such an enemy at the threshold of Voldemort's resurrection.

Otherwise Voldemort would be pleasantly surprised.

Bork reached into his clothes and fiddled with it, finally took out a pitch-black bottle, stared at the bottle in his hand, and finally put it on the table with a face full of pain.

Fenrir turned his head to look at the potion, then at Bock.

"Don't look at me like that, this is not poison, and poison is worth a lot of money, anyway, we are all working for the Dark Lord"

Bok pulled out an ugly smile, then stood up, "There is still something to do in the store, you can heal yourself."

In the end, regardless of Fenrir's reaction, he walked out.

……

When Bork returned to Knockturn Alley, Zhang Zongde also returned to his residence in London.

It has been repaired by two people, and it doesn't look like it has gone through a war at all.

"Youzhi, is there any news from the Zongmen?" When Zhang Zongde returned to London, the young man happened to be messing around in the room.

Seeing Zhang Zongde come back, Zhang Youzhi punched the last talisman into the wall, and the whole house seemed to blend into one.

"Elder, you are back. The head of the sect said that we should just let go of our hands and feet. He said that he was killed or injured, and the state will reimburse him."

Zhang Zongde handed the suit to the young man to take away, shook his head helplessly and smiled, "The master master is still so proud."

"What did Dumbledore say? Does he want to pay some money?" Zhang Youzhi said while hanging up his clothes.

"You junior, how can you be so greedy for money? What we are doing is not business, but understanding of the world, understand?" Zhang Zongde said with a sideways look while holding a cup of tea.

"Oh, it's all sophistication," Zhang Youzhi pursed his lips.

Zhang Zongde shook his head, took a sip of tea, spit out the tea leaves, and put down the cup, "In short, this senior Dumbledore is very reasonable, and his student is also a dragon and a phoenix, it is difficult to estimate, as for them? Let’s wait and see how to give us an explanation.”

"Oh? I'd like to meet the dragon and phoenix of that person."

"Aren't you in a hurry to prepare for the Zongmen Grand Competition?"

"Hey, how did they say that? Take a pinch!"

Zhang Zongde turned around, "Young man, you don't know how to be modest!"

"When you become the master, you don't even know how happy you are!"

"Nonsense, the master's age is at its peak, how can you speak so rudely, look at me!"