Chapter 48: A Quick Guide to the Master of the Killing Curse (Please Read On)

There is no need to ride a broom, Feng Xu Yufeng is at ease.

Gretel's long-awaited release belonged to the nature of a child, and he assumed various postures in the air.

Groot, that little Bowtruckle.

From birth to today, it has not even left the ground more than two meters.

When Gretel was writhing in the air, he woke up Groot who was sleeping with his wand.

The little guy carefully raised his head from the grapevines and almost fainted from fright when he looked down.

He quickly squeezed his body into the gap.

But after three months, it was no longer that weak and pitiful look.

The small gap on the wand does not allow it to completely retract itself.

He could only use its twig-like hand to clasp the wand tremblingly, and the hair on his head, which had turned emerald green, could not help but tremble.

Because it was afraid of falling, it didn't even dare to let go briefly to communicate with Gretel.

Fortunately, Grete noticed it and silently lowered the flying altitude.

However, this height is still difficult for Groot to accept.

Considering that it had been cultivating the wand tirelessly for three months, Gretel rubbed the sprouts as a sign of comfort.

"It's okay. I won't let you fall. Be brave and stick your head out to take a look at the scenery."

The more Gretel comforted him, the more frightened Little Groot became. He even rolled up the buds on his head, trying not to expose any of his body.

Gretel had no choice but to shake his head helplessly and speed up to fly towards Breston where the portkey was.

According to his speed, it would only take an hour to get to Breston from here.

Long-term pain is not as good as short-term pain, and it won’t have back pain anyway, so let the little guy shrink down for now, and then take him to practice his courage later.

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"Fenrir, can you still smell him? It's hard to wait until he travels alone. We have to seize this opportunity."

Because there was no trace of Gretel, Selwyn had no choice but to urge.

"Okay, always straight ahead, he flies in a straight line."

Fenrir had already transformed into a giant wolf, running quickly on all fours.

"Straight line? Wait a minute, let's stop and look at the map." Fenrir stopped and waited for Selwyn to make his next decision.

There was no way around it. As a werewolf, he was naturally not trusted by wizards. He believed that if he was the only one who appeared, the target designated by the Dark Lord would not be captured without help.

After all, that's when all adult wizards teach young wizards about werewolves.

The advice that will definitely be given is to never be infected with the werewolf virus. It is something more terrifying than death.

So in order to complete the task assigned by the Dark Lord, and also to obtain the identity of a Death Eater that he dreamed of.

No matter how unhappy he was during this trip, he would have to hold his nose and obey Selwyn's instructions.

"I remember correctly. The only way forward is the town of Braeston. There is a key to London. He must be planning to return to London."

Selwyn took a picture of the map and laughed loudly.

"Let's go, let's apparate directly in front of him and ambush him."

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"Fenrir, the target is coming soon. According to our plan, I will put him to sleep. You must pick him up. If you throw him to death, you know how the master will punish us.

Also, keep your dirty saliva away. If the saliva turns him into a werewolf, you will definitely be skinned by your master. "

Selwyn warned, before ducking under a thick needle pine tree.

Fenrir gave Selwyn a subtle glance, and reluctantly climbed to a tree in the distance.

Gretel never expected that he would fly freely in the sky.

Suddenly the protective spell on the school badge was activated.

Realizing that she was under attack, Gretel immediately cast a Utopia on herself.

Then he planned to land on the ground and look for cover. No matter what the purpose of the visitor was, flying in the sky at this time would be a stupid target.

Even the stupid bird knows that the hunter quickly flies away and hides after shooting. How could he not know?

But who told him that he was not yet proficient in the magic of flying? No matter how fast he was, he could not avoid the magic and could only risk landing.

Before he could take a look at the bunker, a burly figure suddenly appeared from a tree ten meters away.

It has sharp teeth, sharp fingers, red eyes, and sticky saliva hanging from the corners of its mouth.

Hey, werewolf.

Gretel uttered a national curse, stopped his falling figure, raised his wand, and pointed it at the approaching werewolf from a distance.

"Avada eats a big melon~"

The green magic spell shot out from the tip of the staff, directly erasing the werewolf who was bent on making meritorious deeds from the world.

Fenrir could not figure out two things until his death. One was how a twelve-year-old wizard could cast the Death Curse so skillfully and be powerful enough to kill a powerful werewolf like himself in one blow.

The second thing is why a Cruciatus Curse was shot from his back, so that he had no strength to avoid the dark green Avada directly in front of him.

Selwyn was originally proud, thinking that as an adult wizard, he would definitely fall into a coma if he fell asleep.

Coupled with the Cruciatus Curse cast on Fenrir, he must have been unable to control his power under the severe pain.

It would definitely scratch Grete, and with the drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, this little wizard would be infected with the werewolf virus no matter what.

Just when he was about to give Fenrir a shot to pieces so that he could take Gretel back.

Reported to the Dark Lord that Fenrir suddenly lost control, scratched Gretel, and infected him with the virus.

In order to save people, he had to eliminate Fenrir.

Unfortunately, before he could release the Split, he saw the green light representing the Killing Curse.

Looking again, the target was not unconscious at all, but easily killed Fenrir who suddenly jumped out.

It was over.

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he was about to use Apparition to escape.

But Gretel smiled and threw a potion bottle over, which was broken into mist in the air and wrapped Selwyn completely.

It was the hiccup potion taken from Snape.

"Hiccup~Hiccup~Hiccup~" The continuous hiccups made Selwyn unable to recite any complete spells.

"Seal the throat and lock the tongue, quickly imprison, petrify all..."

Then a series of spells caught Selwyn off guard.

"Why do you think Mr. Newt and Mrs. Tina can let me go alone!"

Selwyn was stiff, head down in the pine needle pile, eyes full of anger and fear.

He was angry that he, a loyal servant who had followed the Dark Lord for several years, was not as good as a mudblood who had only been with him for a few months.

He was terrified that this mudblood was so cruel and merciless, no less than the Dark Lord himself, at the age of twelve, and could cast the killing curse at will.

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Time went back to the morning when he had been in America for a month.

As soon as Gret woke up and picked up his wand, he felt the attachment of the wand in his hand.

Like a child he loved, and like a blood-related embrace.

As if his heart was filled with blessings, Gret used Avada, which was also the legacy left to him by his dear teacher Tom.

Although the spell was not cast in the end because there was no target for the spell.

But Gret was sure that he had finally reached the state of complete harmony with the wand as Ollivander said.

His wand would never resist because he cast a dark spell again.

Even if the wand core is made of unicorn hair.

That is to say, from that day on, he finally had no obstacles in developing attack spells.

However, he was still influenced by Professor Voldemort.

At this critical moment of life and death, he subconsciously used the killing curse.

There was no other way. After absorbing the legacy left by Professor Tom, he had decades of experience in curses.

At the critical moment of life and death, how could he hold back? Naturally, he would do it as quickly as possible.

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Mini-theater

Gretel: Dr. Scamander, I want to practice spells, what about Trace?

Newt: Trace? Why should I consider Trace? Do you think the British Ministry of Magic can still control America? How can they be so powerful? America? The Magical Congress of the United States of America did not tie Trace on you.

Gretel (with a smile): I see, your proficiency, increase it for me.

Thank you Professor Tom Riddle Voldemort for the experience he brought me. I will play the music for him, "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix", and wish him a safe journey.