Seeing the edifice in his hand shattered, Beamon was stunned, as if he didn't expect the randomly selected weapon to be so fragile, and it turned its head to look away, trying to find a better fit.

Mad-Eye Moody took advantage of this opportunity to emerge from the void and threw out a spell, and the green magic light shot directly into the corner of Beamon's eye.

A thick green light flashed, and it was a killing curse that could directly attack the soul!

This time, Madeye Moody, a staunch opponent of the dark arts, used the forbidden spell of the wizarding world in front of everyone.

Well, the speed of the spell was like a gale, and in the blink of an eye, it came to Beamon's eyes.

And Beamon, who was in the field, also felt the difference between this spell and the previous one, and instinctively dodged.

But the speed of the spell was fast, and Beamon didn't dodge it, and the spell struck its eyebrows, scorching a large area, and the skin it touched turned into chapped black charcoal.

Immediately followed by Beamon's painful roar, "Roar~", the roaring sound wave spread throughout half of London, which attracted the attention of many people in the distance.

"What's going on over there?"

"It seems that Beamon has been wounded!!"

Beamon covered his forehead, only to feel as if there was a soul-biting worm at his eyebrows, and there was a sharp pain constantly.

Damn little bugs!

It glanced at Moody, the ugly little bug grinning, as if to make fun of it.

Damn it!

It's going to shoot this little bug to death!

Without looking for any more weapons, its huge palm slammed out, carrying wind pressure, and slammed into Mad-Eye Moody.

The fierce wind whistle made Moody shudder, but fortunately he had been prepared, only to see him flick his magic robe behind him, and decisively turn over and ride a broomstick, like a heroic knight, flying in the opposite direction from the center of London.

"Disgusting bedbug, come after me!" Mad-Eye Moody rolled his round prosthetic eyes, and his old voice laughed, soaking up the firepower.

"Roar~"

Beamon hesitated for a moment, looked back at the dense crowd in central London, and then at Mad-Eye Moody, who had been shouting, when a sharp pain from between his eyebrows told him that he must kill this little bug!

It finally made up its mind and decided to disobey its master's initial orders to attack humans, and turned to chase Mad Eye Moody.

The battle between man and beast ended in a matter of seconds, startling the Aurors around them before they had time to make a move, until they were awakened by Beamon's roar.

Alastor is using a forbidden spell!

And it's this kind of public place!

He's a staunch opponent of the dark arts!

According to the regulations of the Ministry of Magic, this kind of behavior is punishable by imprisonment in Azkaban for life!

However, it looks like the killing spell is working pretty well, and it even injured Beamon!

The rest of the Aurors had different thoughts, thinking about whether to use the forbidden spell to attack Beamon, after all, the situation in London was getting worse and worse, and without a means to counterbalance Beamon, those Muggles in central London would not have enough time to diverge.

And even if the Ministry of Magic settles accounts after the fall, with Mad-Eye Moody on their shoulders, I believe they will not be punished too heavily.

Just as they hesitated, a scene in the distance completely relieved them, only to see Dumbledore holding a wand in front of a Beamon, and a monstrous green magic fire roared out and wrapped around Beamon's body.

With the blessing of Dumbledore's huge magical power, the fierce fire that burned everything quickly spread throughout Beamon's body, and Beamon's hard skin was quickly carbonized under the burning fire, emitting thick black smoke.

Looking at Beamon who was twisted in the fire, Dumbledore frowned, although the fire could indeed cause a lot of damage to Beamon, but the mana consumed to maintain such a large range of fire was not a small amount, and in just an instant, his mana value was almost bottomed out.

With such a big body, even if he relied on the fierce fire, he couldn't burn it in a few minutes, and his magic power couldn't last so long.

"I had to use this thing. Sighing and muttering, Dumbledore took out his delicately crafted cloud bomb and, after making sure there were no onlookers around, quickly threw it into the fire.

The next moment, he used Phantom Mobility to run kilometers away.

Although he had never used this thing, he had seen the power of the child when he used it.

It's safer to stay away.

Soon, Dumbledore realized that his careful actions were indeed correct, only to see that the cloud bomb thrown into the fierce fire quickly exploded, and the white alchemical substance rose up and fully merged with the hundred-meter-high fierce fire, and then the fierce fire expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye as if it had eaten a perfect tonic.

The green firelight mixed with billowing black smoke rose into the air, like a peony flower in full bloom, dazzling.

The firelight came first, thunderous explosions followed, and terrible screams came from Beamon's mouth, starting from Beamon, the ruins and rubble within a few miles of the surrounding area were instantly emptied, and the waves that rushed to the sky accompanied by the blazing temperature drove towards the distance like an overwhelming sand storm.

After a long time, the dust dissipated, and the sporadic green fire attached to a little material and continued to burn, and the hundred-meter-long body of Beamon lay in the pit in the ground in the distance, and the original green hair and skin had long been covered with charred black charcoal.

Its mouth was open, and heat rose from it, and judging by its slightly swaying jaws and heaving chest, it was only faint breath from Bimon.

Seeing this scene, Dumbledore had to sigh that this legendary creature was indeed tenacious, and it could still survive such an explosion.

At present, it seems that the combination of fire and cloud bombs is indeed a sharp weapon against Beamon, but the explosion range must be controlled when using it.

At this time, Voldemort, who was hiding in the void in the distance, looked at Leviathan beside him and smiled: "It seems that they have found a solution to these Beamon, and your plan seems to be ineffective." ”

Leviathan's face was a little ugly, and he could hear Voldemort's mockery, but he was really afraid of the explosion just now.

If he was in the core of the explosion, even he was not immune.

Sure enough, the natives of this world still can't be underestimated, and it's not good to capsize in the gutter.

Looking at Voldemort, Leviathan said solemnly: "My means are more than these, as for those Beamon, they are just some playthings, and you, if you want to get what you want, you can't just talk about it here, I need to see your actual actions, you must know that these people who are currently dead are far from enough to refine the divinity of blood." ”

Voldemort, who is so good in strength and talent, still needs to be wooed, and as long as he can't refuse something, I'm not afraid that he will be disobedient.

"Of course, I'll do my best to help you. Hearing Leviathan's words, Voldemort's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled, not knowing what was going on in his heart.