Chapter 531
Little Barty Escapes
Chapter 531 Little Barty Escapes
The light quickly grew brighter and lighter in color, and in the blink of an eye it disappeared from the air.
But little Batty knew that the spell had not really disappeared. The flames, as hot as the sun's fire, rushed forward silently. The door, the wall, the giant snake, and the figure holding the bundle were all quickly carbonized and turned into ashes in just a few seconds, and finally disappeared.
Only the baby in the bundle held on for two more seconds. He let out a heart-wrenching scream, and thick smoke spewed out from his deformed facial features, forming a huge, painfully screaming human face illusion in the air, which was immediately swallowed up by the flames.
"Do not--"
Little Barty screamed miserably at the same time, and even stretched his sleeves to a gap. He yelled in agony: "Ah ...
With a roar, the cloak that was almost crushing him suddenly loosened and attacked Vader like an angry python.
The firebird Michal suddenly flew out and suddenly grew larger, knocking the cloak away. It retracted its flames, but still left charred marks on the cloak.
As the cloak left, its hem, which had turned into a sharp blade, was also pulled out from Little Barty's thigh. The hot current rushing in his blood vessels was no longer blocked and immediately spurted out.
The man roared and tried to fight back, but fell to his knees unable to resist. Wade immediately knocked the wand out of his hand and broke the small wooden stick with one foot.
The cloak and the firebird fought each other from indoors to outdoors. If Michal had not wanted to destroy the cloak and only rely on physical confrontation, he would have melted this suddenly rebellious guy with flames.
Vader took a quick look and did not force Michal to take any real action.
Little Barty opened his mouth wide, his throat still spasming from the pressure just now. He made a series of hoarse, intermittent inhalations, raised his head with difficulty, and saw the wand pointing at his forehead.
The tip of the wand was still flashing a dangerous red light.
It was this light that turned its master into a pile of ashes.
Blood flowed down the man's body and dripped onto the floor.
Vader's cloak was originally made of metal wire. When Little Batty fought against it, not only his neck and thighs were injured, but his entire body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, not to mention the trauma of his internal organs being squeezed.
The bruised man seemed to feel no pain. He looked into the cold and calm eyes of "Harry Potter" and finally realized something.
Barty swallowed hard several times before squeezing out a hoarse voice from his throat: "You are not... not Harry Potter... who... are you..."
Wade blinked and asked instead of answering, "Is this your last words?"
Little Barty laughed hoarsely: "Do you think... you won... do you think this is the end? No... the Dark Lord will never die!"
Before he finished speaking, he pressed his palm hard on the ground, and the floor in the room deformed and exploded.
When Wade subconsciously stepped back, Little Batty took the opportunity to roll over and grab the old kettle that brought them here, and the whole person disappeared from the spot in an instant.
Vader remained on guard, and after a few seconds, the cloak that had fiercely collided with the firebird in the air stopped, and was then smashed directly into the ground by Michal.
"Wait! Wait! What's going on?" The cloak screamed, "Help, Master! Mihaly is killing each other! Are you tired of seeing me, your right-hand man, and want to take this opportunity to get rid of me?"
The firebird suddenly stopped its swooping posture, hovered above the cloak, tilted its head to look at it for a moment, then flapped its wings and fanned the hood of the cloak.
"Ah, how can you hit my face? I don't have a face either, but my hat is so fragile..."
The man in the cloak shouted in a sarcastic tone, and then began to groan, as if he was seriously injured by Michal.
All the strength in Wade's body relaxed, and he sat down on the ground, then lay down again.
The red light at the tip of the wand gushed out with a "puff" sound, and a small ball of fire emerged. When Norbeta sneezed as a child, the fireballs that came out were slightly bigger than this one.
Michal had returned to Wade. He looked at the small fireball curiously, lowered his head and gently touched it with his mouth, and the fireball went out with a "pop".
Michal: “…”
It stared at the place where the fireball disappeared seriously, and scratched with its claws twice, as if trying to dig the fireball out from under the floor. The cloak flew into the house from outside and complained in a low and aggrieved voice: "Master, Mihaly just hit me..."
"That guy cast a confusion spell on you, and he mistook us for enemies."
Wade gave a brief explanation, fished out two bars of chocolate from his pocket, unwrapped them, stuffed them into his mouth, and lay there for a while before he felt that he had regained some strength.
During this time, he felt that the world in front of him seemed to become distorted and blurry. He knew that the polyjuice potion was losing its effect, so he took off his glasses and put them back in his pocket, and his vision returned to normal.
"Let's go." Wade put the cloak and the firebird back on himself and said, "With such a big commotion, the Ministry of Magic may send people here soon. We must hurry back to the camp."
Michal chirped twice.
"I know. That guy also ran back to the camp."
Wade said coldly, "But the most important thing for him now is to heal his injuries, and secondly to find Voldemort who has become a wandering spirit again, rather than to cause trouble for others. What's more..."
Wade tapped his robe with his wand, and the style and color changed slightly.
Wade said: "He was beaten by Brown, who was related to the Witch Party. What does it have to do with Wade Grey, a student of Hogwarts?"
——Is it okay?
Michal tilted his head, and his round eyes seemed to say, "Isn't this all you?"
The cloak wanted to complain, but considering the mistake it had just made, it temporarily stopped its speech and turned it into a strange "grunt" sound.
Wade put the two little guys away, glanced at the place burned by the God of Fire, and without checking the results, he Apparated away from the spot.
Assuming that there are other subordinates recruited by Voldemort outside, or some dangerous magical creatures, it would be very dangerous for Wade to confront them rashly in his current state.
He simply left a message for Delain, asking him to send someone to investigate later, and then quickly returned to the camp.
The chaos was not over yet, but most of the cursed leprechauns and veela had been brought under control, and the wizards who had been running around had basically found a safe place. The camp was very quiet, with only some of the burning tents still smoking.
Vader exhaled, found a secluded and empty place, expanded the closet space again, and then rang the bell on it.
After a while, boys and girls came out one after another.
"Merlin..." Ron looked at the empty camp in shock, his eyes wide open and he asked, "Are we the only living people left here?"
"Don't talk nonsense." Ginny rolled her eyes at him and stood on tiptoe to ask, "Where did Bill and the others go?"
"Is it over?" Michael said, and Ryan silently supported Wade and said, "You look tired, what happened?"
"Kreacher! Kreacher!" Harry shouted quickly, "Let's put up the tent again!"
After a while, the tent was set up again in the camp, and Wade lay comfortably on the sofa to rest.
Kreacher served him roast meat and hot chocolate, Padma brought him a piece of cake, and Hermione flipped through a book looking for information on why magical creatures suddenly went crazy.
Fred, Michael, Harry and others stood guard at the door and windows, chatting while being on guard against the monster coming to attack again.
When Lupin came back, he opened the curtain and saw such a harmonious and leisurely scene. He asked in surprise: "You didn't hide in the forest? No, didn't you hear the noise outside?"
Everyone looked at each other, pretending to be confused and innocent, and asked, "Outside? Aren't they celebrating all the time?"
Lu Ping: "..."
(End of this chapter)