HP black wizard in the United States comics

The werewolf Tusika struggled to flop in the sea, hitting the water with all his strength.

Not good at water, he had a narrow escape from death during this trip.

Fortunately, the werewolf's natural strength was here. After a hard struggle, he finally climbed onto the deck of the boat and finally climbed up with all his strength.

Tusika shook herself like a wolfhound, shaking the water out of her hair.

When he became slightly dry, he turned his head, raised his hand, and pulled the gray hair on his companion's head.

"Damn it, Tusica".Werewolf George was forced onto the boat while yelling.

But before he could dry his hair, he had to jump back and swim to the rest of the team members who were still splashing in the water.

Another werewolf with better water resistance was carrying a seriously injured person forward, and had to reach out several times to support the collapsed wizard to prevent him from sinking into the water.

However, thanks to George's rescue, they finally reached the boat safely and did not fall into the fish's belly.

Everyone was sprawled out on the deck, breathing heavily.

Finally, everyone sat up and watched the armored giant on the boat fall into the sea, and was finally dragged into the deep sea by the heavy armor.

Tusica sat up and chewed her fingers thoughtfully.

He pushed the wizard on the other side who was lying flat due to overdraft of magic power.

Tusika forced the wizard to prevent him from falling into a deep coma.

"Hey, you are also a wizard, please comment, what is the status of our boss in your side?"

The wizard was pulled by the powerful werewolf and had no choice but to wake up from a coma.

The wizard rubbed his temples, which felt like pins and needles, with his hands, and sat up against the railing.

"Lord Lanier has been active in England for a long time. I don't know the details, but there have been rumors about him in the wizarding world. Some people have compared him to Dumbledore and Grindelwald."

After the wizard finished speaking weakly, he threw up his head and fainted. This time, no matter how hard the werewolf pulled repeatedly, he remained silent.

Seeing that the person in his hand fell into a coma, Tusika let go of his hand without interest, turned his wolf-shaped head towards the transport ship, and at the same time listened to the sound of explosions coming from afar.

"It seems those little things still have a lot of gadgets left behind."The werewolf Tusica said so.

The companions on the opposite side were busy howling and applying medicine to each other.

Among the crowd, the mutant who could release shock waves was the most seriously injured. If it hadn't been for the specially prepared healing potion, there would have been another casualty.

"Boom" came another explosion, but this time the sound was louder than the previous ones combined.

Everyone stopped their actions and looked up at the battered ship in the distance, their eyes full of surprise.

At this time, Lanier was standing in front of the huge vault at the bottom of the ship, staring at the vault door with a magical halo in front of him.

Black smoke emitted from the door. Lanier clutched the wand tightly in his hand and stared at the magical machine.

The wands were raised together and there was another strike, then a second, a third.

Finally, with a roar, the door lost its luster and collapsed.

Lanier strode into the vault and was blinded by the golden light the next moment.

What you see is neatly piled gold bars and gold coins, held up one by one by wire boxes, and there are dozens of safes embedded in the surrounding bulkheads.

Time is running out and the attack on the ship takes too long. It is estimated that the North American fairies have been notified and their reinforcements may have already set off.

So Lanier took out the small bag that he had used space magic on, grabbed a handful of gold coins, threw them inside, and then cast a force field.

After releasing the force field, Lanier checked each safe carefully, and finally detected the unique magical affinity of mithril on the third one on his left hand.

He immediately pounced on him, then took a few steps back and raised his wand.

There was a flash of silver light, and the safe didn't move.