snake catcher

Just as Mel was trembling, waiting for Mr. Dalton's anger, a man appeared among the panicked pedestrians.

"Mel! Are you all right?"

When Mel saw that it was Bill, he took care of his heart, jumped towards Bill happily, hugged his waist, and acted like a baby to him: "Bill, I was scared to death just now! There are Death Eaters, everyone is scared crazy, There is also a 'Dark Mark' popping up in the sky, woohoo...it's terrifying!"

Hearing this, Bill hugged Mel worriedly, and while comforting her, he greeted Mr. Dalton and the others: "Mr. Dalton, are you all right?"

Mr. Dalton, who was angry with Mel, looked at Bill's arm around Mel, which was terribly unpleasant, but he had nothing to do with Mel's little trick, and it was impossible for him to teach Mel in front of outsiders!I had no choice but to answer angrily: "It's okay! Is everyone in your family okay?"

After getting an affirmative answer, he nodded, dropped Mel, and kept walking like a tent.

Looking at the angry father, Mel stuck out his tongue and pulled Bill to follow the crowd.

There were many people returning to the tent like Mel and the others on the road. Everyone had expressions of shock on their faces. Many wizards couldn't walk, and they were supported by their relatives.

Mel looked at these people with contempt gradually in his eyes.

These people are wizards, every wand has the ability to attack and defend, but they don't even have the courage to defend, is it because they love peace?Or are these people too cowardly?

But is it worth it or not to help them with all my heart?

"Mel, be careful!"

With a strong hand, Bill pulled the dazed Mel away from the scorched tent.

Mel came back to his senses, looking at Bill's young and cheerful smile in the light of the burning fire.

She was also infected, so she giggled!

Maybe she has always been selfish, and all her efforts are for these brave, fearless, and unyielding warriors!

Fortunately, the Dalton family's tent was not burned down.

Back in the tent, everyone didn't go back to sleep.

The door key collection time is five o'clock in the morning, and there are still two or three hours to arrive, so we don't want to rest at all, and plan to spend this time chatting.

Mel pulled Bill and refused to let him go back. While making coffee for everyone, he chatted like a busy little sparrow.

Looking at Mr. Dalton, who was so angry that he couldn't vent his anger, the Dark Lord, the only one who knew the inside story, smiled unkindly.

This little girl also knows to be afraid!

If you want to ask who is the most rigid person in the world?

It must be 'Mr. Time', you see, no matter how much Mel prayed, he still ticked to 5 o'clock, watched the Portkey disappear with Neville, reluctantly bid farewell to Bill, Mel and his party received After receiving the Portkey, he quickly returned to Heinburg.

Looking at the Longbottoms who were saddened by the separation, Mel didn't know how to comfort them and could only say, "You will meet Neville in a fair and honest way!"

"Really?" Mrs. Longbottom was expecting an affirmative answer with tears in her eyes.

"Of course!" Mel smiled warmly, "Because we never give up!"

However, the smile of the Virgin on Mel's face soon became unbearable, because Mr. Dalton with a dark face called Mel to the study.

In the study, Mr. Dalton made a serious criticism of Mel's irresponsible behavior of being unorganized, undisciplined, and not worried about his own safety. Mel was dizzy and his legs were weak.

Fortunately, the Dark Lord who appeared in time rescued Mel.

He held the newspaper in his hand and looked serious.

"You should take a look at this first!"

"What?" Mel couldn't wait to take the newspaper, and the huge headline came into view.

"Who is he?" These three words and a question mark appeared in bold boldface.

Mel then looked at the photo in the newspaper. In the picture, a slender wizard in white was waving his wand, releasing a huge spell, strangling the wands of many Death Eaters, and even knocked a few Death Eaters away.

Because the picture is black and white, black Death Eaters, white magic, and wizards in white robes.

Let this picture that is repeated continuously have an extraordinary shocking power.

Mel didn't look any further, because she was too surprised to speak.

Mr. Dalton was also surprised, when did little Mel's magic become so strong?

After half a sound!

"Isn't this me?" Mel looked at the Dark Lord foolishly, "I don't remember my spell being so strong! And it just looks like 'Ammunition', this spell isn't that powerful! "

"You cast the spell, don't you remember?" The Dark Lord stared at Mel in disbelief.

"Huh?" Mel stuck out her tongue embarrassingly, "I was so confused at the time, I cast the spell and ran away, so I don't remember what effect it has!"

The Dark Lord looked at Mel, "Mel, you cast a spell now."

"Oh! Alright!" Mel pulled out his wand and cast a spell. A fiery red spell spewed out from the tip of the wand and hit the Dark Lord in front of him. The wand in the Dark Lord's hand shook and stopped moving!

Seeing the power of the spell, Mel looked at his wand strangely, and asked the Dark Lord, "Is that photo fake?"

"Impossible," Mel's question was denied by the Dark Lord without thinking.

"I have checked the photo, and there is no trace of fraud."

Hearing what the Dark Lord said, Mel had a terrible headache, "What the hell is going on with this damn magic power! Why did it get better at that time? And it's amazingly powerful."

"Is Melsch's 'Expelling Arms'?" Mr. Dalton, who had been reading the newspaper seriously, suddenly raised his head and asked Mel.

"Ah?" Mel was dumbfounded by Mr. Dalton's question, and he became unsure, "Yes, it should be!"

"What do you mean by 'should be'?" The Dark Lord looked at Mel dissatisfied, "Doesn't a wizard even know what his own spell is?"

Mel was speechless when she asked a single sentence, so she had no choice but to play tricks: "Dear man, was he excited at that time!"

The Dark Lord stared at Mel silently, with a complicated look on his face.

But Mel was stared at by him and felt furious.

After a moment of silence, the Dark Lord said grimly: "Mabel, Dalton, I really misread you!"

"Misunderstanding me?" Mel was puzzled, unable to understand the meaning of the Dark Lord's words.

"I should have known a long time ago that a wizard who can break into the 'Numergarde Prison' without anyone noticing and get out of it will definitely not be as useless as you appear on the surface!"

Embarrassed by Mel, her magic is useless, but the Dark Lord shouldn't say it so directly?She has been working very hard!

"Wait, what does it mean on the surface?" Mel felt that his brain was no longer shared, and he couldn't understand the meaning of the Dark Lord's words.

With a finger of the Dark Lord's wand, the newspaper in Mr. Dalton's hand swished into his hand.

"Hmph! You still want to lie to me. If the scene of you casting the spell hadn't been filmed and put in the newspaper, when would you have fooled me?"

"I didn't lie to you!" Mel was still dizzy, "Didn't I say that, I don't know what's going on!"

"No need to explain!" The Dark Lord waved his wand, and the newspaper burned to ashes in front of him.

He stared at Mel with a frightening light in his eyes, like a legendary dragon whose treasure was stolen.

"You will pay for your deceit!"

"What are you going to do!" Mel yelled, with a bad premonition rising from the bottom of his heart.

Mr. Dalton, who had long felt something was wrong, picked up the chair beside him and threw it at the Dark Lord.

"Mel, run!"

"Huh?" Mel looked at his father stupidly.

Just when Mel was in a daze, the Dark Lord swung his wand. First, a white spell split the chair in half, followed by a green spell that passed through the split chair and hit Mr. Dalton.

Mr. Dalton threw himself on the ground and did not move!

All this happened like flint and lightning!

Fast out of Mel's breath!

When everything was quiet, Mel looked at the Dark Lord standing aside with a grim expression, and then at his father who was lying on the ground without a sound.

A huge coldness hit her, making her fall into an abyss!

A desperate voice crazily hit her brain:

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

He killed his father!

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Run away too!