The Wolf is Coming Ch. 83
Spring finally came late this year.
But at the junction of the wizarding world and the Muggle society, this place seemed to have been forgotten by spring. The dead branches and leaves on the roadside are still there, revealing a stale and desolate atmosphere.
Abraham Apparated several times along this boundary, and then suddenly stopped. He put his left hand to his ear, and his fingers seemed to tap the earrings three times inadvertently. He was obviously alone, but he seemed to be chatting with someone, "I'm a distance away from Hogsmeade now, can you still hear my voice?"
Soon, a familiar female voice came from the earrings, "It's okay now, just now it was like the signal was cut off, and I couldn't hear anything."
"Oh, I just Apparated." Abraham said softly while looking at the surrounding environment.
"Does Apparition interfere with the communicator?" The earrings asked.
"I think... yes." Abraham stopped Apparating and slowly walked forward a few steps, changing the subject, "What are you doing now?"
"Of course, I'm using gold galleons for experiments. Of course, these are fake gold galleons... I should have told you about this, right? We set up an activity group at Hogwarts to study Defense Against the Dark Arts, and this fake gold galleon is used to notify members of the activity time. On this basis, I'm considering engraving the runes on it to try..."
Abraham smiled and didn't respond. He just listened carefully to the little girl sharing the progress of the experiment with him until the sky suddenly changed.
He looked up at the sky that suddenly became overcast, and an ominous premonition came to his mind.
This premonition was soon confirmed.
A house not far ahead suddenly caught fire, and the blue-green flames quickly engulfed the house, which looked particularly weird. Then, a dazzling green light shot from the front of the house to the sky, outlining the shape of a skeleton swallowing and spitting out poisonous snakes in the rolling dark clouds; this was the exclusive mark of the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters.
"Hermione, I'll talk to you when I get back. Now... it may not be convenient." Abraham pretended to be calm and explained briefly, then hurriedly cut off the communication.
At this time, Abraham didn't want to confront the Death Eaters at all, so his first reaction was to leave quickly.
But someone noticed him at this time.
Bellatrix, wearing a black robe, screamed excitedly, and then suddenly Apparated in front of Abraham, pointing the wand in her hand at Abraham, "Wow, look what I found? A sneaky little mouse! Tell me, who are you!"
Bellatrix's hair was long, but she didn't take care of it. It hung down messily and covered half of her face. She looked like a lunatic; although she was indeed.
Abraham recognized who was in front of him at a glance. The images in the dream struggled to emerge from his mind again, there was her crazy laughter and casting the Cruciatus Curse on Hermione, and there was her constantly insulting and carving "Mudblood" on Hermione's arm...
It was not known if it was because the full moon was approaching, or if the images in those memories stimulated his nerves. In short, Abraham felt that his blood was boiling, all his cells were clamoring, and his champagne eyes were rarely filled with murderous intent.
Having been around the Dark Lord for a long time, Bellatrix was also quite sensitive to murderous intent. She stopped questioning immediately and threw out an "Avada Kedavra".
Abraham dodged it swiftly, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.
He knew very well that if he only fought with spells, he, a half-baked wizard, would definitely not be the opponent of this crazy woman, so he chose to fight with a witch– it would be a full moon soon, right? His strength and speed would be more like a beast because of this.
With a muffled "bang", Abraham succeeded in his attack.
Bellatrix was kicked far away by him, and rolled twice on the ground before she barely stopped. The dust all over her body made her look more like a lunatic, but her wand never left her hand, and the moment she raised her head, she threw another black magic at Abraham.
Abraham narrowly avoided it.
The spell that brushed his arm quickly melted that section of his sleeve, burning his arm with a burning pain. The tree behind him, which had completely withstood the attack, was like a piece of iron thrown into sulfuric acid, and was quickly corroded clean.
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