Rove crouched on the ground and looked at the man who had been shot seven times in a row.

He had just come to look for Margaery, but he didn't expect to see this scene as soon as he entered the room.

Rove thought that this guy had escaped, but he was a little regretful, but he didn't expect him to be touched by Margaery and killed.

It can only be said that it is very happy.

But this way of dying is for a wizard...... Especially for a dark wizard, isn't it too insulting?

Let's not talk about dying on "Avada gnawing big melons", even if it is dying on the magic of "removing your weapon", it is not magic.

The wizard was shot...... I can't hold it back.

Could this be the witch hunter of the new age? Burning with fire was already an outdated medieval method of death, and now it is also necessary to keep pace with the times, and shooting and artillery executions are popular?

Well, shoot as you shoot...... These two dark wizards first poisoned the tribe and then attacked the tribe, killing many of Dana's clansmen, and they were cheaper than Kennedy in the same way they died.

In fact, for killing the dark wizard, Rove and Margaery, there is not much psychological burden.

Rove is a crossing, his psychology has long matured, and he has long known that in the face of this kind of dark wizard, either you die or they die...... Very straightforward thing.

Margaret is more common than Ryoff, her father is the head of the Auror Office, and has offended many dark wizards and purges.

Their home had been attacked before, and Margaery, who was still a young child, had witnessed death.

So, Rove squatted beside the corpse, thought about it, and finally said in a rather regretful tone:

"This guy actually used Muggle ways...... Shot himself. ”

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Margaery looked at Rove in surprise, feeling that Rove could talk nonsense with his eyes open and talk more than her sister.

Since Rove said suicide, it must be suicide, Margaery thought for a moment and asked, "What about those Indians?" ”

"The dead are being collected." Rove sighed, compared to the two dark wizards, they were the real innocents.

The boy told Margaery everything that happened in the square, including the strange Quetzalcoatl egg.

Margaery took the egg from Rove's hand, and she looked at it curiously, but no matter how she looked at it, it was a fossil.

"How do you feel?" Rove asked, "Do you feel your heart beating?" ”

"Nope." Margaery shook her head and said, "It just feels hard as stone." ”

"Looks like it needs the magic of the Indians for it to be awakened." Rove said softly.

Margaery held up the Quetzalcoatl Egg and asked curiously, "What are you going to do with it?" ”

"Of course it's for Dana." Rove said calmly.

Of course, he would love to take it back and study it, but it was a sacred object that the Indians had worshipped for centuries.

Isn't it nonsense to ask people to donate "voluntarily" and reward them with 500 Galleons and a pennant?

If Rove is forcibly taken away, what is the difference between him and the guy who was lying on the ground and "committed suicide".

Rove thinks that he is an "honest man" with a high moral bottom line, and of course he disdains to do things that are clever and robbing.

Besides, to awaken this egg, it takes the magic of the Indians, who don't even speak their language, and it's useless to take it.

Even if he learns the language, if he wants to get that kind of powerful power again, he needs to sacrifice his life, who will he sacrifice?

Margaery bowed her head slightly after listening to Rove's reasoning, but she still reminded:

"It's not necessarily a good thing for them to stay, since they are remembered, maybe someone will come to rob them again in the future."

"I'll remind Dana to get them to pay attention." Rove said softly:

"But no matter how they deal with it, it's their own choice, and we can only respect it."

The two stopped talking about it and began to count the creeper's possessions, which was an extra bonus for the evening.

There was still a lot of gold, which was divided in half by Rove and Margaery, and the animal skins, which were made by creepers, and used to use the magic of the leather walker to transform.

But most of them were too big for Rove, so he didn't have much to use.

After tidying up everything, they left the room and walked towards the pyramid.

At this time, a raging fire rekindled in the square of the pyramids, and the firewood crackled and spat sparks into the night sky.

Around the campfire, the bodies of the dead were piled up, and after being re-bathed by the clansmen, they were dressed in their former costumes and sprinkled with sesame oil.

The Indians raised torches and set the dead on fire, the smoke rose and the chanting sounded again, this time an elegy for the funeral.

The chanting grew quieter, followed by complete silence,

Rove and Margo sat on the steps not far away, quietly watching the funeral.

When the light appeared on the horizon, the funeral was over and they elected a new patriarch.

The new patriarch was the tall, thin wizard who had not died since he had been thrown out by the Thunderbird, and his bravery had won the love of all.

In the meantime, Rove and Margaery are ready to say goodbye and leave.

Dana came to see them off, and she brought a large bag of herbs with her.

"Rove, I've written down the secret recipe for potions on parchment."

"Thank you, Dana." Rove thanked: "If there is a problem, write to this place, my grandfather is a magizoologist, he can help you solve a lot of problems." ”

"I'll keep it in mind." Dana felt her face wet and cold, she wiped her tears and hugged the two of them one by one.

After the farewell, Rove and Margaery walked over to the jeep, and next to the car, the Thunderbird was still on a leash.

The Thunderbird was obedient, even though the chain around its neck had been removed by Rove and not tied to the ground...... It still didn't run away.

It is clear that this ptarmigan has been domesticated since it was a child and already has a strong obedience.

There are still very serious injuries on its body, except for the injuries sustained during the battle last night, more of them are the injuries accumulated on weekdays.

On its back and between its broad wings, there were old scars all over the place, and the pale scars reflected the beautiful feathers, which were very conspicuous.

Therefore, if Rove wants to treat this thunderbird, it will be very troublesome, not only physically injured, but also psychologically tortured.

In these years, a qualified veterinarian must also have a psychological guidance business, which can only be said to be a ...... The involution is serious!

Now that they have the Thunderbird, neither Rove nor Margaery plans to ride the jeep anymore, but ride it straight home, which will be faster.

They climbed onto the Thunderbird's back, and it spread its wings, bringing up dust and blurring Dana's eyes, but through the blinding tears, she saw the beast fly out of the tribe.

The Thunderbird heads west, over rolling sand dunes and the Gobi Desert, over the Grand Canyon of Colorado and the Kaibab Plateau.

They eventually arrive at a wizarding village that is shrouded in dark clouds all year round.

The ptarmigan ended up in front of a house on the edge of the village.

Margaery jumped off the Thunderbird, walked to the door, and knocked hard. The door was quickly opened, and out came a gray-haired witch with a purple knot.

"Grandma!" Margaery put her arms around the old man, rubbed her head in the witch's arms, and said coquettishly, "Think I don't have it?" ”

"Margaery!" Tina laughed and reached out to pat the girl's head, giving her a soft, wrinkled smile.

A fat cat, smelling the scent, got out of the house and threw himself into Rove's arms.

Rov was almost knocked down, he touched the fat cat and smiled:

"Mohler, long time no see, you guy...... Why are you so fat? ”

The cat, which had just been tender as water, had arched its back and neighed at the boy, then raised its paw and slammed it at his head.

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