Endless waters rushed in, drowning the Mayflower.

The whole ship was tossed and turned in the stormy seas, sometimes to the crest of the waves, and then to the trough, like dough kneaded by a pair of big hands on a cutting board.

Rove had the scales of Messira in his mouth, he had no problem breathing in the sea, his whole body was covered with silver-gray dragon scales, and he was not afraid of the impact of the waves.

But Noble didn't know this, and she struggled to spread her wide wings to shield the boy from the water.

Rove's heart warmed for a moment, and he thought...... I haven't raised Noble in vain all these years.

There are safety seats in the Mayflower, which can be used to withstand bumps, and the wizard who is still in his room has already sat in the chair, and is naturally safe and sound.

But there are also some passengers who have just returned to the cabin from the deck, and before they have time to return to their rooms, they encounter the waves, and then roll back and forth in the bumps, like leather balls.

A wizard with good luck can hold on to a railing or a fixed object, and is unlucky...... Hit the wall or pillar directly, knocking your head and bleeding.

Slughorn wittily used Transfiguration to transform himself into an octopus, all of his tentacles clinging to the wall, unable to shake him off no matter how bumpy.

Just when the old man was secretly proud, the chandelier hanging from the ceiling, in the violent shaking, finally could not support it and smashed down.

The hundreds of small and delicate pieces of prismatic glass decorated with the chandelier shot out in all directions like a rain of pear blossoms.

Slughorn, who was still proud just now, was hit by several pieces of glass:

A piece of glass pierced his stomach, barely half an inch away from piercing his belly, and another piece of glass pierced his tentacles.

The old man screamed loudly, but instead of letting go, he firmly grasped the wall with the astonishing strength he had never used in his life.

Worse happened, as one of the passengers vomited in the shake, and the liquid spat out splashed onto Horace's head.

He could smell a pungent stench mixed with food and gastric juices.

Slughorn nearly fainted, he would rather drown than choke on the filth he vomited.

The Mayflower tossed in the waves for a long time, and the sea finally calmed down, and the hull of the ship slowly surfaced.

Noble sneezed, exhaled a few wisps of white smoke from his mouth and nose, shook off the droplets of water from his body, and then raised his wings, revealing the figure of a young man.

Rove stood up, snapped his fingers to evaporate and dry his wet robes, then pulled out the key and helped Noble open the locks on his feet, then jumped up and onto her back.

Noble hissed, spread his wings, and flew around the ship.

The Mayflower was sturdy and undestroyed, but its hull was so badly damaged that even its mast had been broken, and the golden lion in the bow had not been spared, losing a claw and its stout tail.

When he reached the bow of the ship, Rove saw that there were only three rune horses left, and one was missing, apparently swept away by the waves.

Rove didn't see Shirley's figure, he frowned slightly, patted Noble's wings, and said loudly, "You go to Shirley first, and I'll be there later!" ”

With that, the boy jumped off the back of the fire dragon and landed in front of the rune horse.

All three rune horses were injured to varying degrees, with one of the most severe, having broken two legs and trying to stand with them, only to neigh and fall.

The other two rune horses circled around it, making a mournful sound.

Rove squatted down and gently stroked the wound of the rune horse with his "healing hand", the blood-drenched skin quickly scabbed, and the speed with which the injury healed was not unexpected.

At this moment, the door of the cabin was opened, and the wizards, who could still move, came out, and looked at the unreal scene in front of them with trepidation:

They were now at the top of thousands of meters of huge waves, like riding on the foamy backs of monsters in the sea, with clouds as thin as white paper floating beside them, and the waves were still stretching in all directions.

When Rove saw Karst approaching and saw that he still had a magic barometer in his hand, he asked, "How high are we now?" ”

Karst muttered, "According to the barometer, the Mayflower is three thousand meters above the surface. ”

Hearing this number, Rove couldn't help but be speechless.

A tsunami of 3,000 meters, this is also outrageous!

He suddenly remembered the great flood recorded in the "History of Magic", which appeared in various civilizations and destroyed the wizarding kingdom.

He wondered how a wizard could not cope with a mere flood, but if it was on the scale of his life...... I really can't handle it!

"Mr. Scamander, how are we going down?" Karst asked in a low voice.

"Go down?" Rove smiled helplessly and said, "After going down, you will encounter waves again, and then fly up again?"

Let's stay on top of the waves first! ”

Rove doesn't know how to go down now, they are trapped on the waves at a height of 3,000 meters, who will believe it!

At this moment, a deep voice came from under the sea, it was a long, high-pitched, creepy cry, like a whale and a dragon, but with the penetration and sharpness of a wolf's howl, extremely terrifying.

The sound passed through thousands of acres of sea, and it burst into a blast that made the blood congeale and even the rune horses trembled.

In the next second, an old man suddenly emerged from the sea.

Rove looked intently, and the man turned out to be Captain Carlos, who was not dead, and stumbled towards the sky on a half-half broomstick.

Karst First Officer said excitedly: "It's Captain Carlos." ”

He shouted, and Carlos, hearing the shouting, turned his head to look, and saw the Mayflower, and the old man's face was full of horror, and said:

"Quick...... Run! ”

As soon as his words fell, the cry ceased, and suddenly a huge whirlpool appeared silently on the surface of the sea.

In the next second, a behemoth rushed out of the water.

It looked a lot like a fire dragon, with a pair of bony wingspans of more than fifty meters, larger than any fire dragon that existed today.

But its head was disproportionately small, with a wide, flat mouth, a long alien-shaped skull, a protruding forehead, eyes of varying sizes, and teeth as sharp as knives.

This deformed head instantly reminded Rove of the skull that he had taken from Grindelwald in Oxstad Prison in Germany last year.

The monster in front of him also had dark green hair like aquatic plants, iron-gray skin, and a slender fishtail.

Rove stared at the monster, it was indeed the ugliest creature a boy had ever seen in his life, uglier than the merfolk of the Black Lake.

The monster burst out of the sea, roared thunderously, and charged toward Carlos.

But it seemed to smell something, and suddenly stopped, and with those little dripping eyes, it looked at the Mayflower.

Rove could feel that the monster's gaze fell on him.

Just when he was inexplicable, he heard even more inexplicable words.

Just listen to the monster, in a furious, cold, resentful voice, yelling at Rove:

"Father!"

Rove stood on the deck, listening to the name, it was already completely messy.

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(End of chapter)