HP black wizard in the United States comics

Lanier casually threw away a man who looked like a delirious guard.

It seemed that I was a step late.The owner here has escaped.As for where they went, these men couldn't tell in their minds.

What to do, let it go, this is not my style.

Forget it, if you can’t catch the big fish, you might as well catch a small fish.

The meeting place was still in his mind, and I doubt they would be able to go anywhere for a while.

Ten minutes later, Lanier faced an entire empty abandoned warehouse, his face stiff and expressionless.

It seemed that these people were very alert and immediately abandoned their location and ran away after sensing something was wrong.

If he had known earlier, he should not have eliminated that group of people from the beginning, but should have followed them to their lair.

But they may not be able to escape this way.

Lanier sneered and sat down cross-legged on the dirty ground.

He sat with his wand down to the ground.A high-pitched and long spell lingered in the small warehouse.Like chants in church, like howls in hell.

Fine bloody lines appeared on the ground.With the wand as the center, an ominous red light began to emit at a certain frequency.

Accompanied by the red light, the spell became more and more intense, until finally a strong red light bloomed from the blood lines underneath, illuminating the entire warehouse in blood red.

The red light dissipated, and a terrifying creature appeared out of thin air in front of Lanier.

It has an almost wolf-shaped body, but has three heads.

The corners of its mouth cracked, revealing the overlapping teeth underneath and the terrifying mouthparts surrounded by a circle of spikes at the innermost part.

This is a hellhound, of course, still a puppy, otherwise it would be difficult for even Lanier to control it.

Lanier leaned down.Catch the head of the hellhound in the middle with your hands.Powerful spiritual power suddenly gathered and poured into its head.

The mental power carrying the grinding technique poured in like a torrent, colliding with the hellhound's soul like a burning flame.

The hellhound roared and twisted unwillingly, trying to give the opponent a fatal blow physically.

But he himself was fixed by powerful magic and unable to move.

Violent magic rages in the warehouse.The surrounding elements are also disrupted.Accompanied by the wails of hellhounds and Lanier's increasingly high-pitched spells.

Everything is reaching its peak, that is, ending.

The dragon-shaped Cerberus howled and lowered his head, an invisible spiritual mark already engraved deep in his soul.

Lanier won.

Of course, this wasn't easy for him either.Even from a distance, you can see the beads of sweat on his forehead.

Lanier wiped the sweat off his forehead and straightened up.Use your mental power to give orders like Cerberus.

Go smell them and find them.

The hellhound roared unwillingly.Then he obeyed the order.He sniffed the ground lightly with his mouth and nose for a few times, then turned around and ran out of the warehouse.

A few minutes later, Neil turned into a black mist, opened the window, and left the warehouse.

Cerberus's sense of smell is extremely sensitive, more powerful and effective than that of modern bloodhounds, and he can even rely on short-range scents in the air.Crossing kilometers to pursue the target he was given.

In wizarding world textbooks, they list its sense of smell more as a manifestation of its magical abilities rather than its own function.

The three-headed hounds jumped on the houses along the street, while the black mist transformed by Lanier tracked on the clouds with the imprint of his soul imprinted on the brain of the hellhound.

As a hell creature, the three-headed Cerberus not only has outstanding talent in magic, but also shows great endurance and unparalleled speed in its own physical aspects.

Passers-by along the street occasionally looked up and caught a glimpse of him.But in their eyes, they could only see a flash of black shadow.

Some people may think they are mistaken.Others who see it clearly will lower their heads.Go your own way.In Gotham, it's better for ordinary people to mind their own business.

To avoid running into a madman who sliced ​​off the corners of his mouth, or a mutant with a crocodile head.