"Except for your weapons"

Harry didn't hesitate to strike the moment he saw the wizard.

The red light galloped by, and the wizard waved his wand to counteract it with flames, but a red light pierced through and hit the wall behind him.

The wizard watched the scene in surprise.

"Who are you?" Harry tried to rescue the Aurors not far away, but the flames turned into a roaring tiger and forced him back.

Harry shot in quick succession, red light flying.

In terms of the application of the disarming charm, he could be said to have reached the sixth level.

Garland waved his wand and lunged at Harry.

The nature of the capture has changed completely, with the sacrifice of an Auror and the self-detonation of a saint squeezing the time into minutes.

A silver light flew next to Harry, slicing through a gap in the concrete pillar.

Immediately after that, another iron armor spell on his body was triggered, and when he looked back, Garand was already behind him.

Garand teamed up with Fierce Fire to put Harry on his back.

Picking off the opponent's cutting spell, Harry's fierce fire slapped down behind him.

He could only dodge rolling, and remembering his godfather's method of dealing with the fire, he raised his hand and stabbed his wand upside down with his wand.

"All curses come to an end"

A golden light rose and bounced away the fiery flames.

But Harry was struck by the Explosive Curse in the side, and the impact sent him flying.

Rising again, Harry saw Abbe struggle to get up.

The face was burned by the flames of the explosion, and Abbe's wand was aimed at Garand.

"The house is collapsing," Garland just pointed at his wand.

Abbe's feet collapsed, burying her.

"You want to save her?" Garland saw Harry's thoughts, and aimed his wand at Harry.

The flames trapped Harry there, and the flames kept compressing the space for him to live.

"Shadowless"

The invisible blade passed through, and Garland dodged to the limit, but still had an ear flying.

Harry used a moment of astonishment to disillusion through the gap in the flames, and once again used the Blade to split the pillar apart.

The stone pillar, which had lost its support, fell, hitting Garand.

Harry was about to catch his breath when he saw the man beneath the pillar disappear.

The fire roared and threw itself at the factory.

Harry's face changed, and he hurriedly used Apparition to reach the Aurors and gather them together and hide in the hole.

Flames fell into the factory, and a huge explosion erupted.

An explosion occurred at a factory in Birmingham, and billowing smoke hung over the Birmingham sky.

In the light of the fire, several iron spells exploded in front of Harry.

He was also resisting with all his might until the explosion was over.

Harry fell to his knees, gasping for breath, and crawled out of the hole, shattered wooden signs falling.

The Abbes finally regained a little bit of mobility.

They looked at the scene in front of them, and their hearts were cold.

"It's over."

...

It was impossible to hide such a big movement from a Muggle.

The huge accident and the toxic gas leak caused the mayor of Birmingham to evacuate the citizens urgently.

Dozens of minutes later, the plane landed.

Mycroft flew to Birmingham.

"Mr. McCroft," the Birmingham man took him to the factory where the explosion occurred.

The factory was vandalized.

The people of the Seven Places put on their protective suits and walked inside.

When he came back out, Mycroft looked at the wood chips.

"It's the same as the Polish one," said the man from the Seven Divisions, "and it also has Runiwen on it." ”

McCroft took the piece of wood and looked at the words on it.

"This incident should have been done by a wizard."

A cold gleam flashed in his eyes, and the wizard destroyed the factory, causing more than a hundred people to be poisoned and hospitalized, as well as significant financial losses.

The malice of the wizard.

"We can classify it as evil first."

Mycroft put down the pieces of wood and asked his men to bring them all back to the seven places.

Now it was the other party who made the first move, and if the Muggle world did not react, it would look cowardly.

"Wait."

Just as he was about to leave, Mycroft stopped.

He looked back at the bombed-out factory and said to the person next to him, "Prepare me a set of protective clothing." ”

He's going to go in and see for himself.

Despite the persuasion that there may be harmful residues in it, Mycroft has to be cautious when facing the greatest threat to humanity at the moment.

As he walked past the ruined factory, he stopped abruptly.

His gaze fell on the place that was different from the black that had exploded around him.

This is where the wood chips were found, and it was near a pothole.

Then he stood in the middle and slowly closed his eyes.

In his brain, an imaginary wizard battle unfolded in his head.

Broken pillars, collapse of the ground, melting flames, neat cuts.

One by one, they replayed in his mind, filled with some of the magic he had received from Connear.

"There's been a battle here, two wizards, no, more than that."

The brain of terror is like a supercomputer, McCroft concluded.

Two wizards, one of them may be trying to stop something here.

"Good and evil. Whether it is a human being or any animal, they all have their own moral values. He swept his gaze and said to himself, "There is also a fight between wizards. ”

That explosion in Poland, plus the explosion here.

In the afterglow of Mycroft, a little gold appeared.

He walked over and found a body from the buried stones.

And on his corpse, strange symbols composed of circles, triangles, and vertical lines appeared.

The moment he saw the symbol, McCroft's brain was struck like lightning.

"Surrey Connear."

He recognized this thing, and there was one in Surrey Conned.

That said, this man has some connections to Sarri.

The body, as well as the symbol, were taken by Mycroft.

The mayor of Birmingham couldn't even understand the cause of the disaster, so he had to say that there was a gas leak.

...

Hairy Bear Country.

Territory of Jovonović.

The old wolf of the witcher was looking at the things, the ancient words on them that he recognized.

"Mr. Jovonović."

The other side has a lot of respect for the old Jovornovic.

"We know you're retired, but the appearance of these things makes us helpless."

"Helpless?" Old Jovonovich glanced at the middle-aged man, who was a little fat.

Although the old wolf is old, he has a sharp edge that people dare not look at directly.

And this middle-aged man faced the old Jovonovic, but he behaved respectfully and not fearfully.

Old Jovonovich laughed, still laughing.

And Seryosha Jovonovich, who was on the side, looked at the middle-aged man with pity.

Old Jovonovic, who was still laughing, suddenly burst out and grabbed the middle-aged man's head and smashed it on the table.

"You widower bastard, Draykov."

The middle-aged man didn't expect old Jovonovic's rampage, and he was held down by that big hand and couldn't move.

The girls who came with him saw that he was injured and immediately took action.

A woman rushed to the elder Jovonovich and was lifted up by Seryosha's big hands around her neck.

"Don't move, you little widows." Seryosha grabbed the woman and threw her out the door, and the rest of the people wanted to come over, but they were all knocked down by Seryosha.

He broke the bones of a girl's foot with one kick.

"I respect you, Jovonovich."

Dreykov struggled to get to no avail, and the old man's strength was like a mountain pressing on his head.

He tried to get the old man to let go of himself.

But old Jovonovich leaned down close to Dreykov's ear and said in that hoarse and angry voice: "You don't respect me, you don't respect me when you got my daughter into the grudge of your woman's house!" ”

"It was an accident!" Sensing the imminent arrival of death, Draykov frantically explained, "I didn't know where Jovonovich's men were. ”

"You don't know?" Old Jovonovich had a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

"Then you should know by now, you want to kill them to avenge the failure of that mission, yes, I know it, no matter how you escape, you will never escape the wolf's sense of smell."

The skull rattled, and death had never been so close.

Draykov gasped.

Secret, this old man who once walked in Red Square, the secret on his body is coveted.

However, death does not give rise to greed other than survival.

Old Jovonovich let go of his hand, and before Dreykov could breathe a sigh of relief, he was choked by his big hand.

The tall old man could lift an eighty-kilogram man with just one hand.

"Remove your people from my daughter's granddaughter's side, and I'll keep an eye on you, the wolf's claws in your heart, its fangs ready to tear your throat apart."

The domineering old man let out a low roar, "Now get out of my territory and leave with your widows." ”

Dreykov was thrown out, and he tried several times in the snow before he got up.

Those assassins who were proudly trained, under the bloody gaze of Jovonovich, seemed like a joke.

Andrei stood in the doorway, his scarlet tongue running across the corners of his lips, and he seemed to be expecting Draykov's revenge.

With just one more step forward, he could tear the fat man's neck apart and rip his internal organs out.

Unfortunately, Draykov didn't.

In a fit of rage, he fired a shot that left the girl with the wounded leg bone and lying in a pool of blood.

He left.

"Andrey," old Jovonovich called out to his eighth-ranked son, "go and tell your sister that our Yadani is in some trouble. ”

"Do you want me to get rid of them all?" Andrei asked.

Old Jovonovich looked at what was in his hand and said: "We can't kill the whole world. ”

"But if someone embarrasses our loved ones, then break their necks."

...