The giants destroyed their enemies, but these vents could not defuse the wrath of the blind beast. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Roar, roar, roar!"

They look up to the sky and roar, they are angry, they are manic.

They bared their teeth and let out the howls of beasts, and they rolled their eyes to two blood-drenched holes in their sockets.

When they were unaware of the attackers, their anger and hatred grew wilder.

Then, they finally found an opponent that they could use to vent their anger.

The giants, in the confusion, have huddled together.

They found that the big men around them were far easier to deal with than the frivolous enemies.

That's the real attack, that's the real revenge. The giants began to bite each other, and they began to thrash each other.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

They are like mad beasts, and they must fight the most brutal battles to vent the anger in their hearts.

A twenty-five-foot blind giant who had just wrung off the head of a twenty-foot giant. He couldn't see at his feet a twenty-three-foot-long giant that had fallen to the ground.

When he stepped on the twenty-three-foot giant, he immediately lost his balance.

The wounded giant, like a snake, wrapped around the twenty-five-foot-long giant. With his sharp teeth, he tore open the throat of the twenty-five-foot giant.

Before he could stop from the blood-soaked game, a fallen giant pressed down on top of him again.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Another tall giant, carrying a giant and beating it repeatedly, like a rag doll.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

The giants sucked their noses and rolled their ears, and they searched for any living creatures. They fought each other and bit each other.

"What a crazy monster. ”

Seeing the madness of these giants, George couldn't help but be frightened, it really takes a lot of courage to hire such a monster.

Dumbledore even thought about becoming an ally with such a monster. People who are too old really can't communicate.

After a while, the giants finally died in the cannibalism.

The remaining panting giants were also made up by George with a life-requiring spell.

These giants killed each other completely, saving him a lot of effort.

"Next. ”

George touched his chin with his hand, and he looked at the huge bodies of the giants slumped to the ground.

Dripping with blood, stumps and severed arms everywhere, this place is almost like a slaughterhouse, and it is a slaughterhouse that has not been cleaned.

If someone accidentally walks into here, they will suddenly go crazy with fear.

But you can't just leave it alone.

George waved his wand and drew a circle, and an earthy yellow circle of light floated from the tip of the wand and spread out on the ground.

A large circular pit appeared in the middle of the valley, and George waved his wand again, and black flames erupted in the pit.

Black flames crawled all over the huge round pit, those jumping flames, like the teeth of a monster, and the whole giant mouth was like a monster's giant mouth.

The corpses of one giant after another were thrown into the huge pit of flames.

The remains of those giants, once they entered the black flames, quickly melted away, leaving only a pile of black powder.

When he was sure that all the giant's bones were gone, George clapped his hands and extinguished the flames in the pit.

He continued to attract rain, washed the blood on the ground, and washed the remaining traces into the pit, and finally filled the hole.

Now you can go back with confidence.

Even if Voldemort had the ability to transform corpses, it was impossible for him to transform a pile of black ashes into a powerful soldier.

"Phantom Migration!"

The valley was once again completely calm.

All that remains are vague potholes and broken trees, proving that something terrible once happened here.

After more than ten minutes, a mound of earth rose on the ground, and a wizard in a black robe crawled out of the ground.

"Mistress Mack, the Lord is gone. ”

The wizard shouted in the direction of the valley.

"McNeil, I wish you could be a little more patient. ”

On the stone wall of the valley, a tall, slender wizard suddenly appeared, and there was a hint of impatience in his tone.

"Caution is not always necessary, but it only comes in handy once is enough to reward all the caution that goes into it. ”

McNeil muttered, "Yes, Mistress Mack, but what we need to think about now is if we explain it to the Dark Lord." ”

His tone trembled a little, "The Dark Lord is preparing to transform these giants, but we haven't been able to take care of these giants, which is not easy to explain. ”

Mike waved his hand, "This is an unexpected situation, and your Excellency is not something we can handle." ”

He said calmly, "We are also very sad that we did not complete the Dark Lord's mission. But there is nothing else we can do in the face of that Excellency. We had to hide the giant in the wilderness precisely to prevent His Excellency from tracking him. ”

McNeil nodded hurriedly, "Yes, thanks to your ingenuity, Mistress Mack, we won't get nothing this time." ”

"That's it!"

Mike said sternly and loudly, "Don't say what you shouldn't say." ”

He pondered for a moment, "Now, leave this to the Dark Lord to dispose of. After all, it is not for us to decide when it comes to His Excellency. ”

McNeil nodded repeatedly, "Everything should be left to the Dark Lord." ”

He looked at Mike and said in an inquiring tone, "So, I'll contact the master now?"

After receiving Mike's nod, McNeil rolled up his sleeves.

He took a deep breath, and his pale arm gradually became bloody, and a bright red tattoo pattern appeared on his arm.

A skeleton spat out the black mark of a snake, as if emerging from the blood, a living skull, swallowing a moving snake.

Slowly, the mark changed from blood to black.

After a few moments, the air was filled with the sound of cloaked pawns.

A tall, thin man appeared in the valley.

He had a face paler than a skeleton, scarlet eyes, and a flat nose like a snake, none other than Lord Voldemort.

"The host...."

McNeil was about to tell his master everything that had happened.

Voldemort raised his hand and made a quiet gesture.

He took a deep breath, "There's still magic in the air. ”

Voldemort stretched out his large, spider-pale hand and pulled a wand from the pocket of his robe. He waved his wand as if he were writing characters.