Chapter 408: Voldemort's Appearance

Finally, Mike came to the source of the sound.

With the faint blue light from the surrounding "fish tank", Mike could vaguely see that in the darkness, two werewolves, one big and one small, were fighting each other.

Due to the perspective problem, the first thing that came into Mike's eyes was the giant werewolf - Fenrir.

Now it is not much different from what Mike saw before, but its right eye has been closed, and even blood and tears are constantly dripping from it, as if it was injured.

And this injury also made it more violent. From the hideous expression, it seems to have lost all its reason!

As for the little werewolf, due to the huge difference in size, it is obviously not Fenrir's opponent.

Fenrir bit its neck and pressed it under him. The fur on its body was messy, and the hair in many places had even been completely torn apart, revealing the scarlet wound inside. Blood was constantly spraying out of it, dyeing the surrounding fur red.

And this is not the most miserable. From Mike's perspective, the most serious injury on the little werewolf is its right front paw.

It can't even be described as an injury, because at this moment its entire right front paw has completely disappeared. Under the faint blue light around it, Mike can only see a piece of blood red and the shadowy white bone stumps in it!

Mike took a deep breath. He had recognized the identity of the little werewolf in front of him - Lupin.

Although he didn't know why Lupin could turn into a werewolf today when it was not a full moon night, seeing Lupin's miserable appearance now, Mike couldn't help but take action!

"Dig out the intestines and hook the heart!"

As a spell with a suppressed volume was recited from Mike's mouth, a gray light sprayed out from the tip of his staff and hit Fenrir who was still biting Lupin.

After reciting the spell, Mike hurriedly retreated ten steps as if he was avoiding something.

It turned out that his move was correct, because a few seconds later, a large mass of pink, steaming intestines suddenly appeared where Mike had been standing!

Seeing this, the muscles on Mike's face twitched.

Judging from the number and length of these intestines, if he had not dodged just now, he would have been completely buried by the intestines!

This is the disadvantage of the gut-pulling curse. If the operation is not careful, the intestines are likely to appear directly on the top of the caster's head. The intestines of mammals are very long. The intestines of humans alone are four to five times their height. Therefore, it is extremely important to move to another place quickly after casting the curse!

(Don't ask how Mike knew it!)

Just when Mike was feeling lucky that he had moved his position in time, a deafening wail suddenly came from not far away. The volume was so loud that Mike couldn't help but cover his ears.

Hearing the sound and looking over, Mike saw that the two werewolves who were fighting each other had now separated.

The small werewolf that Lupin had transformed into had long lost consciousness and was now lying on the ground, his life or death unknown, while Fenrir was wailing as he crawled towards the pile of intestines next to Mike.

Perhaps due to the severe pain, Fenrir's crawling posture looked very strange.

His waist was raised high, and his four claws kept tearing the ground, leaving scratches on the stone floor one after another.

His eyes were now completely filled with bloodshot, and even the eye that had been closed from the beginning opened, but there was no bloodshot eyeball like the left eye, only darkness, and dirty blood that was still gushing out. When is

the most dangerous beast?

The answer is the injured and dying beast!

Mike, who knew this well, instinctively stepped back a few steps again, keeping a distance from the pile of intestines and Fenrir.

At the same time, he raised his wand, ready to give Fenrir a fatal blow when he exhausted his last bit of strength.

At this time, Fenrir finally reached the location of the pile of intestines after a terrible crawl. What he did next made Mike, who had seen countless things in the world, stare wide-eyed.

He actually opened the wound on his stomach that was torn by Moody's Sharp Edge Shadowless Curse, and began to stuff the intestines on the ground that were still emitting heat into his stomach!

This action undoubtedly brought him unimaginable pain, but he did not stop. He continued to groan while stuffing the messy intestines into his stomach!

Mike took a deep breath and had to admit that he was shocked.

He even felt his stomach twitching constantly, and a feeling called nausea was forcing the things in it to keep surging upwards.

In order to prevent himself from vomiting, and to make the horrible scene end completely, Mike frowned and raised his wand, aiming at Fenrir!

"Flame!"

A ball of deep purple flame gushed out from the tip of the blackthorn wand.

Mike couldn't stand it anymore. In order to make the scene in front of him disappear forever, Mike didn't even use the killing curse that consumed less magic power, but directly used the fire spell!

"Let the fire purify everything."

Mike whispered softly and closed his eyes. The last scene he saw before he closed his eyes was Fenrir looking at him with his blood-red eyes open and full of resentment!

However, just when Mike closed his eyes, a sudden change happened!

"Whoosh!"

A loud noise came, and Mike instinctively opened his eyes, and saw a black wind suddenly blowing in the huge brain hall, and the dark purple fireball he ejected exploded directly in the tornado composed of this black fog!

The black fog tornado instantly turned into a fire tornado, but it was only for a moment!

The black fog seemed to have some kind of magic. Mike's flame didn't even last for a moment under its erosion, and it was completely extinguished in an instant!

Mike stared at this amazing scene. After seeing his flames completely disappear, he finally lowered his head. While looking at the black mist tornado that was still spinning at high speed, he whispered in a trembling voice:

"Headquarters, I need support!" As

soon as he finished speaking, the black mist tornado began to transform in front of Mike!

It continued to twist and expand in mid-air, and finally turned into three black-robed men that Mike was very familiar with!

Mike had just met the two people standing a little behind him. They were Bellatrix and Lucius, and the one leading them was Voldemort!

Compared with the last time they met, Voldemort looked much better at this moment.

His skin was no longer as wrinkled as that of a newborn baby, and his skinny hands had a lot more flesh.

But the biggest change was the pair of vertical pupils!

It became more cruel and terrifying!

Mike's pupils suddenly contracted, and he almost instinctively jumped back several meters.

Voldemort didn't seem to care about Mike's behavior. He licked his lips with his scarlet tongue, and then looked at Fenrir, who was also stunned.

Fenrir, who was stared at by the pair of snake pupils, shuddered suddenly, and then wailed like a wounded puppy!

While wailing, he continued to crawl towards Voldemort, even ignoring his intestines!

Finally, after crawling for a while, he came to Voldemort's feet.

The giant werewolf Fenrir, who was more than three meters tall, was crawling at Voldemort's feet like a puppy complaining to its master, rubbing Voldemort's calf with his head.

A strange smile spread across Voldemort's face. Under Mike's gaze, Voldemort slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fenrir's head as if he was comforting a puppy.

"Awooo!"

Mike couldn't help but feel a chill as he watched the giant wolf whimpering like a spoiled child.

"Come on," Voldemort stretched out his hand in front of Fenrir, "Give me the thing."

Upon hearing this, Fenrir's weak face also showed a hint of a grim smile, and he opened his bloody mouth, and the scarlet tongue rolled in his mouth, and a crystal ball covered with mucus fell into Voldemort's hand.

Voldemort, who got the crystal ball, laughed, and Bellatrix and Lucius beside him also laughed when they saw this.

Bellatrix laughed so much that she could hardly stand, but Lucius beside her laughed even uglier than crying, and seemed to be very uncomfortable with this situation.

Suddenly, Voldemort's laughter stopped, and this sudden change almost made Bellatrix and Lucius beside him unable to brake.

"McTownley!"

A chilling voice, like the whisper of an unknown existence in the Netherworld, came out of Voldemort's mouth.

Mike raised his head slightly and stared at the strongest dark wizard in the world with an expressionless face.

At this moment, Voldemort's face was filled with endless malice, and his golden vertical pupils locked onto Mike, as if he would attack Mike like a venomous snake in the next second.

"We meet again." Voldemort whispered, "It's been a long time. Um... I remember the last time we met was a year ago. At that time, you killed my most loyal servant, right in front of me!"

Voldemort suddenly roared nervously. Mike was still expressionless, but his right hand was tightly holding the blackthorn wand. He knew very well that he was no match for Voldemort in a state of complete victory. Now all he could do was to delay time and wait for support. So

he slowly said:

"Oh? Who is that person you are talking about? How come I don't remember it at all?"

Mike expected that Voldemort would be very angry to refute him when he heard him say that.

However, he obviously misjudged Voldemort's reaction. He saw Voldemort on the opposite side shook his head, as if he didn't hear Mike's words at all, and turned his head to check the gray crystal ball.

After a while, a cold and almost emotionless word came out of his mouth slowly.

"Catch him. I will kill him myself in front of Barty the Younger's grave."

"Yes, Master!"

Lucius and Bellatrix knelt down on one knee to obey the order, but Bellatrix seemed to be dissatisfied with Voldemort's previous claim that Barty the Younger was his most loyal servant. She added:

"I, Bellatrix, your most loyal servant will definitely complete your order!"

Unfortunately, her act of loyalty did not receive the response she deserved. At this moment, Voldemort was completely immersed in the study of the prophecy ball and waved his hand without looking back.

But Bellatrix was so excited that she was shaking as if she had received some kind of gift. This made Mike once again confirm a fact - Bellatrix was indeed a complete lunatic!

"McTownley!" The trembling Bellatrix waved her wand excitedly, "Feel the fear!"

With this roar, Bellatrix and Lucius attacked Mike together.

In order to capture Mike alive, the two of them cast control-type enhanced petrification spells and sleeping spells, but to be honest, in Mike's opinion, their spells were too weak, especially Bellatrix. Perhaps the long-term torture in Azkaban had wiped out most of her magic power. At this moment, the spells used by Bellatrix were pitifully weak and the casting speed was also very slow.

Faced with these fragile spells, Mike didn't even need to cast the Armor Protection Spell. He could easily block it with a simple burst of magic power.

But Mike didn't do that. Now his task was not to defeat these two crappy black wizards, but to delay time.

So he chanted the Armor Protection Spell loudly, and a faint light shield appeared in front of him almost instantly.

However, the protective ability of this light shield was obviously not outstanding. It was broken in an instant under the siege of Lucius and Bellatrix.

"Damn it!"

Mike rolled to the right and narrowly avoided a spell. The tense expression on his face made Bellatrix excited and laughed.

Lucius beside him instinctively felt that something was wrong, but did not say much.

In his opinion, Voldemort and Bellatrix were both psychopaths. He only needed to obey orders from such people and not seek credit, but only avoid mistakes.

So, the three of them got entangled again.

Mike was like dancing on the edge of a cliff. He was almost hit by the spell every time, but no matter how hard Bellatrix tried, he was always just a little short.

Finally, Voldemort, who was studying the prophecy ball in the distance, came back to his senses. He turned his head and looked at Mike, who was playing with the two of them like a cat playing with a mouse, and finally a trace of anger appeared on his face.

"Waste! He is stalling for time!"

Bellatrix was stunned by this roar, but then, Voldemort in the distance swung his wand, and a huge amount of magic power gushed out and poured directly into the black floor of the brain hall.

And with the influx of this magic power, the entire brain hall trembled violently!

Mike's eyebrows felt the same tingling pain as before. He instinctively lowered his head and saw that the floor around him seemed to come alive and wrapped around him, like a big hand, trying to hold him tightly in its hand!