As if he hadn't heard anything, the golden wolf squatted next to the corpse, put his paws into the belly of the beast and toyed with it at will, and soon found the nutritious internal organs, and couldn't wait to stuff them into his mouth, the picture was so bloody that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

And the King of the Dementors was like a kite that had been caught by someone, staggering and floating in the air, just quietly watching the golden wolf eat, not in a hurry at all, and his patience was surprisingly good.

After the werewolf finally hollowed out the corpse, he turned the wolf's head stained with blood, and stared at the king of the Dementors with a pair of blood-red eyes.

But the 'non-existence' obviously didn't take the likes and dislikes of the golden wolf to heart.,There's a sense of robot-like bluntness.,Let the golden wolf。。。 Let all living beings instinctively hate it, just as all living beings instinctively hate existence that is not swayed by emotions at all.

"Girl... How?" The hollow, obscure voice of the Dementor King floated over again, just like the first time.

The golden wolf's long tongue licked its razor-like teeth like a toothbrush, as if sharpening a knife with a whetstone. He stared at the Dementor King carefully, his voice full of cruelty and hatred, and said impatiently, "That little wizard was saved by Slytherin, and he couldn't get his hands on it."

As soon as the words representing the failure of the mission were spoken, the air in the entire Forbidden Forest suddenly became strange, first a cold current swept through the skin, making people's hairs stand up, and then a layer of white frost suddenly appeared around, as if all the plants were covered with a white veil, and finally pieces of ice crystals appeared in the air, making the surrounding environment become special dry and cold.

The hair on the golden wolf's body began to turn from the tip of the hair to a frozen white, and then this white quickly spread to the root of the hair, and in a blink of an eye, a white transparent cover was formed on the surface of the golden wolf's body crouching on the ground, as if he had passed a coat made of tulle, and this coat seemed to have a thicker and thicker posture.

A low roar suddenly sounded from the golden wolf's mouth, and then the mighty werewolf slowly straightened up from the spot, and as he stood up, layers of white powder were shaken off like chalk ash sprinkled by the teacher when he wiped the blackboard.

The golden wolf stared at the monster floating in mid-air without blinking, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said playfully: "Why? I didn't get that little girl, are you going to kill me who is seriously injured here?"

The King of Dementors just floated in mid-air without any reaction at all, and looked completely unmoved by the golden wolf.

"I have to say, Peverell is really an unbelievable fellow! He can actually drive something like 'you' who doesn't know what it is to work for him! What benefits did he promise you? I'm really getting more and more curious now! If it weren't for the existence of a monster like you by his side, maybe I would have torn him apart and eaten him! How could a weak person have the right to trade with me!"

The golden wolf's eyes flashed with that very incomprehensible light, as if he was talking to himself, and continued: "Whenever I think his hole cards have been exhausted, but there is always a surprise waiting for me, he is not like a ghost in Limoges, France, do you know how strong my appetite for him is?

Speaking of this, the golden wolf trembled nervously, and his sharp claws were fiercely inserted into his palm, and the muscles on both sides of the wolf's kiss bulged out in the cheeks, which showed that he was in a state of gnashing his teeth at this time, and he obviously regretted that he had lost the opportunity to taste the King of Death.

At this time, due to the excitement of the golden wolf, his state began to become unstable, and the wound on his back squirmed again, and then exploded again, blowing up a piece of flesh and blood, but obviously the power of this explosion was much smaller than the original, and it seemed that the power of the blood bond had begun to weaken significantly.

The golden wolf, who was taught a lesson again, seemed to have weakened his reason a little, he shook his head vigorously, and let out a low and painful roar, sometimes it is very difficult for a person to keep his sanity, but the increasing cold in the air once again pressed the wild nature of the golden wolf, and now is not a good time to release the beast.

Just when the hostility between the two sides began to slowly intensify, a dagger that didn't look special suddenly appeared in the hand of the golden wolf, this is just a well-made weapon, in fact, it doesn't have much value, if there is really anything different, it is also that this dagger has been attached to a simple magic, but even so for a strong person of the level of the golden wolf, it is not a big deal, but as soon as this dagger appeared, the chill surging around the king of the dementors immediately stabilized, and it seemed to have foreseen it, waiting for the golden wolf to explain further。

"That girl didn't manage to get her hands on it, but the trip wasn't all fruitless, did you see the blood stained on this dagger? This is Helena's little wizard's blood, I know that what the Lord of Death really needs is actually her blood! Hehehehe! Although the blood on the dagger will dry up quickly, I still have the blood collected from the dagger stored in my body." After speaking, the golden wolf weirdly stretched out his long tongue, and at the tip of his tongue, a bright red blood ball rolled around on his tongue like a large glass bead, and there was a faint layer of magic on the surface of the blood bead, so that it was not eaten by the golden wolf when he lost his mind.

Seeing the blood-stained dagger, the Dementor King floated there silently, as if to confirm something, and after a while, the chill on its body slowly subsided, and then disappeared into the shadows of the trees like a ghost, and the surrounding area became lush again, as if nothing had happened.

The golden wolf stood in the middle of the woodland, his face gloomy, his claws gripped the dagger tightly, and the hilt of the knife squeaked, and it was obvious that the anger in his heart was about to burst out like a wound on his back!

Peverell, Slytherin, I won't forget today!!