You don't have to ride a broomstick, Feng Xuyu is at ease.

Gretel's long-lost release is part of the nature of a child, and he poses in the air.

Groot, the little tree guard.

From its birth until today, it has not even moved more than two meters above the ground.

As Glitter tossed in the air, he woke up Groot, who was sleeping with his wand.

The little one cautiously raised his head from among the vines, and when he looked down, he almost fainted.

Hurriedly squeezed his body into the gap.

But after three months, it is no longer the pitiful appearance of the weak wind.

The small slit in the wand didn't allow it to fully retract itself.

It had to use its twig-like hand to clasp its wand tremblingly, and the hair on its head that had become emerald green couldn't help but tremble.

For fear of falling, it didn't even dare to let go briefly and communicate with Gretel.

Fortunately, Glitter noticed it and silently lowered the flight altitude.

However, this height is still difficult for Groot to accept.

Considering that it had been working tirelessly on its wand for three months, Gretmore rubbed the sprouts that sprouted out as a sign of comfort.

"It's okay, I won't let you fall, be brave, you can come out and see the scenery."

The more Gretel comforted, the more frightened little Groot became, and even rolled up the shoots on his head, trying not to show his body at all.

Glitter shook his head helplessly and sped towards Breston where the portkey was.

At his pace, it's only an hour from here to Breston.

Long pain is not as good as short pain, anyway, it won't have back pain, just let the little guy shrink first, and then take it to practice his courage later.

——

"Fenrir, can you still smell him, it's hard to wait until he travels alone, we have to seize this opportunity."

Because Gretel's shadow was no longer visible, Selwyn had to urge.

"Yes, he's always in front of him, he's flying in a straight line."

Fenrir had already taken the form of a giant wolf, running fast on all fours.

"Straight line? Wait a minute, let's stop and look at the map. Fenrir paused, waiting for Selwyn to make his next decision.

No way, as a werewolf, he was born to be trusted by wizards, and he believed that if he was the only one who appeared, the target designated by the Dark Lord would not be caught.

After all, all adult wizards teach young wizards to know werewolves.

There will be admonition not to get infected with the werewolf virus, which is more terrible than death.

So in order to complete the mission assigned by the Dark Lord, and also to obtain the identity of the Death Eater of his dreams.

No matter how unhappy he was on this trip, he had to pinch his nose and follow Selwyn's instructions.

"I remember right, the town of Breston had to pass all the way through, and there was a key to London, and he must have planned to go back to London."

Selwyn slapped the map and laughed out loud.

"Let's go, let's directly phantom to ambush him in front of him."

——

"Fenrir, the target is coming, according to our plan, I will put him to sleep, you must take him well, in case he falls to death, you know how the master will punish us.

Also, put away your filthy saliva, if a mouthful of water turns him into a werewolf, you will definitely be skinned by your master. ”

Selwyn warned, then ducked under a dense pinasonic.

Fenrir gave Selwyn a faint glance and reluctantly climbed to a tree in the distance.

Gretel never imagined that he was flying freely in the sky.

Suddenly, the amulet spell on the school crest was activated.

Realizing that he was being attacked, Glitter immediately gave himself an ideal township.

Then he planned to land to find cover, no matter what the purpose of the person came, at this time flying in the sky is stupid to be a target.

Even the stupid bird knew that the hunter had shot and quickly flew away and hid, how could he not know.

But who made him not yet proficient in flying spells, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't dodge the spells, so he could only risk landing.

Before he could take good care of the cover, a burly figure suddenly appeared from a tree ten meters away.

He has sharp teeth, sharp fingers, red eyes, and sticky saliva hanging from the corners of his mouth.

Dick, werewolf.

Gretel let out a national curse, stopped the figure that continued to fall, raised his wand, and pointed at the werewolf who pounced on him.

"Arvada gnaws big melon~"

A dark green spell shot out from the tip of the staff, directly erasing this werewolf who was bent on meritorious service from this world.

Fenrir didn't figure out two things until he died, one was why a twelve-year-old wizard could cast a life spell so skillfully, and was powerful enough to kill such a powerful werewolf as himself.

The second thing was why he had shot a Piercing Heart Spell from his back, so that he didn't have the strength to dodge the dark green Arvada directly in front of him.

Selwyn was originally proud, thinking that he was an adult wizard, and falling asleep would definitely make the little wizard fall into a coma.

Coupled with a Diamond Heart Spell on Fenrir, he must not be able to control his strength under the severe pain.

It must have scratched Gretel, and with the saliva hanging on the corner of his mouth, no matter how you think about it, this little wizard must be infected with the werewolf virus.

Just as he was about to make up for Fenrir's split so he could take Gretel back.

Report to the Dark Lord that Fenrir suddenly lost control, scratched Gretel, and infected him with the virus.

In order to save people, he had no choice but to destroy Fenrir.

Unfortunately, before he could let it out, he saw a faint green light representing the Destiny Curse.

Looking again, the target was not unconscious at all, but easily killed Fenrir who suddenly jumped out.

Finished.

As soon as this thought echoed in his heart, he was about to use his phantom to escape for his life.

But Gretel smiled, and threw over a potion bottle, which was broken into a mist in the air and wrapped Selwyn entirely.

It was the burping agent that had taken it from Snape.

"Hiccup~Hiccup~~" The continuous hiccups made Selwyn unable to recite a complete incantation.

"Seal the throat and lock tongue, quickly imprison, and pass the petrochemical ......"

A series of spells followed, catching Selwyn off guard.

"Why do you think Mr. Newt and Mrs. Tina can rest assured that I will go alone!"

Selwyn's eyes were full of anger and fear, stiff and head-down in a pile of pine needles.

Angry, he was a loyal servant who had followed the Dark Lord for several years, and he was no match for a mudblood who had only been with him for a few months.

What is terrifying is that this mudblood is so ruthless, not inferior to the Dark Lord himself, twelve years old, and let go of the life-seeking curse.

——

Rewind the clock to the morning of the full month in the Americas.

As soon as Gretel woke up and picked up his wand, he felt the attachment of the wand in his hand.

It's like a child of envy, and it's like a snuggle connected by blood.

Blessed as his heart, Glitter used Arvada, which was also his dear teacher Tom's inheritance.

Although there is no target for casting the spell, the spell is not released in the end.

But Glitter was sure that he had finally reached the state that Ollivander had described as a perfect fit for his wand.

His wand would never resist him anymore because he cast a black spell.

Even if the core of the rod is unicorn hair.

It was from that day on, that he finally had no obstacle to developing attack spells.

However, in the end, it was still influenced by Professor Voldemort.

At this juncture of life and death crisis, he subconsciously used the life-seeking spell.

It can't be helped, after absorbing Professor Tom's legacy, it is equivalent to him having decades of experience in evil spells.

At the moment of life and death, how can it be possible to keep your hands, naturally how fast and how to come.