In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, a tall man in a black cloak walked silently among the deep woods, followed by the undercover dark wizard. The two of them walked forward without saying a word, and from time to time the alarmed magical creature looked up in their direction alertly, and then turned away with a slight hesitation, obviously in their instincts, the two walking bipeds were not easy to mess with, and there was no need to clash.

Walking and walking, the black-robed man suddenly stopped, and suddenly drilled out a huge golden head in the tall trees of the Forbidden Forest in front of him, and a trace of blue arc swam among its golden feathers, this beast looked extremely alert, and its eyes were full of irritability and murderous atmosphere, giving people a feeling of 'I'm very annoying, who comes and who dies', just like the injured beast is the most ferocious, and this thunderbird at this time is its most dangerous, At the most unreasonable time, any rash move will attract its most violent attack!

Even the burly black-robed man didn't want to cause his misunderstanding at this time, standing quietly in place motionless, and the undercover black wizard behind him was even weaker, if it weren't for the lord in front of him, he might have turned around and ran away at this time, but if he really turned around and ran, it could only be faster death, because the unreasonable Thunderbird would instantly catch up and tear him apart! And at this time, the black-robed wizard in front of the Thunderbird gave it a lot of pressure, which was the real reason for the confrontation between the two sides at this time.

"Relax!Stan, relax!" Just as the tense atmosphere filled the air, a bloodstained palm gently stroked the Thunderbird's neck, rubbing along the feathers, leaving a striking red blood stain on the golden body.

The originally irascible Thunderbird Stan slowly calmed down, and the electric light on his body disappeared, but it still looked very dangerous, as if it was a powder keg that would explode at any time.

At this time, a person slowly walked out behind the huge body of the Thunderbird, his left wizard robe was covered with blood, and there was no left hand, only a blood-stained right hand remained, this person was of course the wizard Bout who was defeated in the duel with Gryffindor.

Wizard Bout's face was very pale, although the wound had been wrapped and the healing magic had been cast, and a powerful potion had been used, but he still lost a lot of blood, and there was always a faint golden light on the wound like a maggot on the tarsal bone, which prevented the healing magic from taking effect, and made the ingredients of the potion deteriorate at high temperatures, making it largely useless.

Several wizards present knew very well in their hearts that this was the best opportunity to kill Wizard Bute, because on the one hand, he had to face dizziness, cold sweat, weakness in his limbs and other physical conditions caused by excessive blood loss, and on the other hand, he had to suppress the injuries caused by the Gryffindor sword, and it was not easy to stand here now, if the black-robed man had the intention to kill him, the probability of Wizard Bout escaping was very low.

"Do you think Gryffindor did everything he could?" the black-robed man lifted the hood that shrouded his head, revealing the scars that crisscrossed his face, as if he had been caught by some ferocious beast, leaving him with an aura of brutality and destruction.

Wizard Bout's brows furrowed slightly, he lowered his head and thought about it, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not, I don't think he did his best"

"Oh, why do you feel this way? Are you sure? That guy can't scare you, right?" Wizard Bute's answer obviously surprised the black-robed man a little, he thought that Wizard Bout was at most saying 'not very clear', but he didn't expect the answer he gave to be so affirmative!

Bout raised his head, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he smiled: "That 'red line' can be regarded as his signature magic, you must have suffered a lot of losses on this red line."

This sentence obviously touched the anger of the black-robed man, his head was raised suddenly, his eyes flashed with an extremely ferocious red light, and the robe on his body rose and fell as if it was blown by the wind, as if there was a constantly writhing python hidden under the robe, and his memory of that red line was of course very profound, because his body had been pierced by this red line hole, and the feeling of being 'roasted' from the inside out made him unforgettable!

As the anger of the black-robed man grew, there would naturally be an outpouring of murderous intent, which immediately stimulated the sensitive nerves of the slashed Thunderbird Stan, who hated pressure the most! The arc jumped up in the surrounding space again and again, and it seemed that it could electrocute the two nasty humans on the opposite side at any time!

At this time, it was Wizard Bute who calmed the irritable and irritable bird at the moment, he stared at the black-robed man opposite with a vigilant gaze, his face was even more ugly than just now, and at the same time he took out his wand and held it in his hand, it seemed that there was a sign of moving at any time.

At this time, the black-robed man's robe trembled for a while, and it looked like he was desperately enduring it, and those jagged scars accompanied by the distorted expression of his face made the whole face look as terrifying as if he had undergone second-hand plastic surgery in a maternity hospital!

Finally, the shaking of the black-robed man stopped, no longer exuding that kind of palpitating aura, and the undercover black wizard behind him, his whole body was already soaked in cold sweat, his face was extremely pale, just now he felt that his whole body was soaked in cold blood, he couldn't breathe and think at all, and his surroundings were full of extremely brutal will, it seemed that in just an instant, he would be torn to pieces by the lord in front of him, and then thinking of the terrifying legends circulating within the black witch power, he even had the urge to turn around and run immediately!

With the stabilization of the black-robed man's breath, Wizard Bute also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but his vigilance did not relax at all, after all, the man with a broken face in front of him was a very powerful and terrifying existence, and Wizard Butt's state at this time must not fight with this kind of existence, otherwise the end may be worse than the half-dead Peverell!

Wizard Bute didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff, thought for a moment and said, "He had mastered that red thread ten years ago, and after so many years, although this magic has been perfected, has he not made any other progress?

The black-robed man was silent for a while, nodded unwillingly, and said in a hoarse voice: "What you said makes sense, then this time the matter is completed, don't worry, what I promised you, we won't pay the bill" After speaking, the black-robed man threw a small bottle at Wizard Bute, and then turned around and walked towards the periphery of the Forbidden Forest.

Wizard Bout grabbed the vial with a relieved expression on his face, as if a large stone had finally fallen to the ground.