Godric Gryffindor stood next to Merck's corpse, sighed imperceptibly, with Merck's death, there was a 'fluttering' sound around him, and the dark wizards who followed Merck here also died one after another, their faces were full of fear, their bodies were covered with dark red lines, their faces were like crawling red spider webs, and they were like cracks all over the dry land, emitting bursts of green smoke that were burned, which looked very weird!

It turned out that Gryffindor had already gently held his wand in his slender fingers, and a red silk thread radiated from the tip of the wand, stringing the dark wizard like a sugar gourd.

The four mountain monsters who were standing in the crowd like iron towers were standing stupidly in place at this time, trembling all over, in their limited intelligence, the Gryffindor next to them was as terrifying as the Grim Reaper who constantly exuded a terrifying aura, he simply stood there, and the magic radiated was like hot magma, constantly baking them, as if they could be roasted at any time, and then torn into strips and eaten!

One of the mountain monsters let out a terrified roar, then threw down the stick, and ran away with tears, and its action immediately had a chain effect, and the other mountain monsters no longer cared about anything else, and turned and fled towards the forest, as if it were the only safe place.

Gryffindor turned his head slightly, his side face was well-defined, the lines were rigid and full of the extraordinary charm of a mature man, he just waved his wand slightly, and a dark red line flew out of his wand in an instant like a mischievous child.

This line crossed a strange curve in the air, like a sharp sword, instantly penetrating a mountain monster, and then immediately flew towards the next mountain monster, the penetrated mountain monster suddenly stiffened in place, it opened its mouth in horror, a faint green smoke floated out of his mouth, and then a layer of dark red cobwebs slowly weaved out from the place where the red line was penetrated, crawling all over his body!

Several other mountain monsters also hit the trick one after another, and then, like four balls of roasted meat, smashed to the ground with a 'boom', raising a large cloud of dust, and then remained motionless.

Dead! It's so simple to be dead!

There was a deathly silence at the scene! Everyone was stunned by this hand, and a sentence came to mind: He is truly a man who will never be defeated in a duel!

The mountain monsters and dark wizards that made everyone almost desperate were slaughtered in just a few moments, although these dark wizards went through a long process of chasing Hugo and them, and were played by the storm for a long time, their state and magic power are in a very poor situation, but those mountain monsters are terrifying existences, especially with the blessing of monsters, each head is a killing machine, but this is such a lineup seems to be vulnerable in front of Gryffindor, and they don't even have the ability to fight back!

Little Hugo's heart was very shocked! He knew that the Big Four must be very powerful wizards, but when he really experienced their power, he still couldn't help but feel fear!

A man as powerful as Gryffindor and an old enemy like the King of Death!

And the demise of the Trelawney family is more or less related to the King of Death, Peverell! He will be a hurdle that Hugo will not be able to get around, and the Lord of Death seems to have forgotten Trelawney's prophecy, so Hugo's future enemy is a wizard with terrifying powers like Gryffindor!

Little Hugo let out a moan involuntarily, and he couldn't help but think that this was probably the real reason why his grandfather had told him not to be obsessed with hatred:

It's not that we don't plan to take revenge, it's that the enemy is too fierce! And Hugo's enemy is more terrifying than a dead king, Peverell!

Because according to the Brown Knight, it seems that none of the people who attacked Eastburg that day were the men of the Lord of Death, but someone else!

At this time, the brave and powerful Gryffindor raised his head, stared at the forest in the distance with a hesitant expression, and swept the convoy with heavy casualties and disarray, sighed softly again, and with a wave of his hand, the broken carriage instantly returned to its original state, and the corpses on the ground were also burned under the effect of magic, and finally turned into ashes scattered in the wind.

But Hugo noticed one thing, and that was that there were no monster carcasses on the ground!

It turned out that as early as when a trace of something was wrong in Merck's heart, the monster also had a feeling of panic, and he was the farthest away from the center of the battlefield at that time, and controlling the mountain monster from a distance was the most comfortable and safest way for the monster to fight, so if it was not necessary, he rarely really participated in the battle.

As soon as the feeling of uneasiness appeared, he quickly retreated very cunningly, and just as he was about to reach the edge of the forest, Godric Gryffindor suddenly appeared like a grim reaper and killed all the other dark wizards and mountain monsters like chopping melons and vegetables!

The fear in the monster's heart is hard to describe in words, and cold sweat keeps flowing down his body, scrambling to express his emotions from every pore!

He's scared to death!

The breath of death lay on his shoulder like a prehistoric beast, and when Gryffindor looked at him from a distance, his legs went limp, and he staggered, and fell to his knees with a 'poof', trembling uncontrollably, as if the prehistoric beast representing death stretched out its scarlet tongue and licked his neck, this feeling of death simply suffocated him!

When the feeling of being stuck in his throat and sitting on pins and needles was gone, he stumbled into the depths of the forest with his hands and feet and fled in a desperate frenzy, and disappeared in horror.

In fact, Gryffindor had already found traces of the monster, but he looked at the broken convoy and the scarred people, and finally did not choose to immediately pursue the small fish that slipped through the net, but to help these white wizards to seed their future and ensure their adulthood.

"Those who are not seriously injured, take the carriage and take all the people to Edinburgh, where there is a camp to rest, and you can leave for Hogwarts early tomorrow morning, the little wizards have really suffered along the way, but from now on everything is fine, a bright future awaits you!