Chapter 1087 Little Barty's Death

Little Barty knew that the mission failed, and the master was very angry, so he turned his head and left without saying a word.

He had to find a way to do something to recover the loss.

Perhaps the officials of the Ministry of Magic from various countries from pure-blood families around him are the best gift.

Each of these individuals represents a vast resource.

He knows that the master is the best at using everything behind these forces.

Even if...

Policy seems to have changed after the Master became the Speaker of the Magic Congress, but these pure-blood families are still indispensable.

In this way, he brought these politicians and the Aurors they brought to fight against each other, and in the situation where the Aurors were fighting against the Magic Legion, he accurately found a way to withdraw from the melee.

However, after the group of them broke away from the battlefield, countless vines suddenly rushed out from every corner of the street like poisonous snakes.

Some even tore the ground of the street directly, pierced through the concrete floor, and entwined towards everyone.

This kind of trick is not enough to watch. Even if you don't talk about wizards of Barty's level, those well-trained Aurors have countless ways to resist such attacks.

But before they even had time to wave their wands or open their mouths to chant a spell, streaks of stone-like colors spread across their bodies in an instant.

Full Body Binding Curse!

Little Barty has never seen such a spellcasting method before. Every vine of this magical plant is like a magic wand that is casting a spell. The magical light of the body-binding spell fills all the places covered by the vines.

With this kind of attack, there is no way to use the counter-spell to pick up the opponent's magic, after all, it also comes with the physical attack of the vine itself.

"It's not difficult for me." Little Barty sneered, and waved his wand vigorously. In an instant, several skulls made of purple flames floated up, and opened their mandibles to bite off all the vines close to him.

The combination of magic and physics is very unpopular, and if you are not careful, you will miss it.

But for Barty Jr., this is still just a trick.

His face turned cold, and he turned his head to look around. All the petrified officials and Aurors were pulled by the vines and gathered towards the other side of the street.

There, stood a young girl holding a flower pot. Countless vines snaked down from the flower pot and drilled into the ground. The girl held a magic wand at the vines to maintain the effect of the body-binding spell.

He knew the little witch.

Hannah Abbott in that cabin in Anton.

"Heh~" What came out of the hut was really different, but it didn't make little Barty feel wary. As long as Anton didn't come here, he wouldn't be afraid of these children at all.

"Let them go, or..."

Before he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Hannah. It was another member of the cabin, Neville Longbottom.

Little Barty knew Neville very well. The child's parents were extremely difficult opponents back then. They escaped from the Dark Lord several times, but in the end they were caught and severely tortured by their Death Eaters.

To this day, he still remembered the pleasure he felt when he tortured the Longbottoms with the Cruciatus Curse.

that taste...

Neville didn't have the habit of nagging before the battle, so he released the attack magic very simply and neatly.

"Cruciate!"

The terrifying curse light rushed towards little Barty like plasma, and appeared in front of him in an instant.

This magic looked extremely terrifying, and it made Little Barty feel like he couldn't dodge it.

It was as if the whole world had lost the concept of space, and there were only him, Neville, and the light of the spell.

"Flying Curse!" Little Barty roared, waving his wand and releasing the Cruciatus Curse as well. The plasma-like curse light hit Neville's spell, and the two continuously sprayed dazzlingly around. of light.

"You dare to use the master's flying spell!" Little Barty was furious.

Neville didn't speak, but walked towards Little Barty little by little with his wand held high. As he walked, countless werewolf hairs emerged from his body.

Werewolf Animagus, this is a magic that is so familiar to Neville.

The most amazing thing is that even if he turned into a huge werewolf, the raised werewolf fingers with long nails still burst out with the plasma light of Cruciatus Curse.

The werewolf form maintains the ability to cast magic.

This is just one of the abilities he has mastered in his continuous research on the werewolf Animagus.

Unlike George and Fred's half-transformation, which maintains a werewolf arm and a magic wizard's arm, Neville's study and research with Anton tends to explore the essence of magic.

In the game of animal and human nature in Animagus Transfiguration, as long as an extremely delicate balance is maintained, wizards can be in a delicate state between werewolves and wizards at the same time.

Of course, the magical materials for Anton written by Professor Lupine also played a big role.

clatter clatter ~

Neville's werewolf left hand slowly raised, sharp claws popped out of his wolf claw, and streaks of electric light surged from the wolf claw to his arm.

This is……

The magical light of Cruciatus!

Little Barty stared at all this in disbelief. He couldn't imagine how this kid could cast a spell to such an extent.

Boom~

With a cloud of smoke and dust.

The huge werewolf had disappeared in place, and appeared in front of little Barty in an instant, and the wolf claws filled with Cruciatus that shocked him just now were ruthlessly piercing into his chest.

"Ah~~~~"

Little Barty involuntarily let out a mournful howl.

Countless plasmas spread from the gap between the wolf claws pierced into the abdomen along the wound, continuously spreading on his body.

Such severe pain could not even allow him to maintain his magic. The Cruciatus plasma gushing from the fingers of the werewolf arm that Neville held up went straight into his head.

Finally, he finally fully felt the terrible punishment of the Cruciatus Curse.

Finally, he knew exactly why the Cruciatus Curse was called the Unforgivable Curse.

Finally, he experienced it himself.

It was as if there were countless sharp knives cutting into the depths of his soul, but his body couldn't feel any damage. That feeling made him feel more and more painful, as if his whole soul was being pulled by dozens of iron hooks forcibly. Trying to tear his body out from different directions.

The mournful wailing didn't even last long.

Neville's Cruciatus Curse was a pain that even the Dark Lord Voldemort could not bear. The extreme pain made little Barty's eyes completely empty in a short time.

Hanging on the sharp claws of the werewolf like a dead body, it became motionless.

The werewolf looked at him faintly, stopped casting the Cruciatus Curse with his raised right hand, but lightly touched his forehead, and a misty white light sank into his head.

"Twisted cage!"

"a ray of sunshine!"

Immediately, Little Barty woke up from his spiritual sinking with a big gasp, and stared blankly at the werewolf in front of him.

Then countless stabbing pains spread from the place where the werewolf pierced his abdomen again.

"Ahhhh~~~~"

"kill me!"

"Kill me~!"

The werewolf snorted softly, and finally spoke, "When my parents begged you like this back then, did you let them go again?"

Neville lowered the intensity of the Cruciatus Curse, finally allowing Barty Jr. to retain the ability to speak in pain.

"No!"

Little Barty panted hard, "They...they never begged me...I..."

"Really?" A burst of pride floated on the werewolf's face, and he stared coldly at Little Barty, "Then don't beg me either."

"You..." Little Barty was about to speak, but couldn't help but howled in pain.

"Do you know the difference between a werewolf's method and a wizard's?" Neville looked at him with a smile, and continued without waiting for his answer. "That is, physical wounds are difficult to heal, and magic damage can be countered."

His face became fierce, and he waved his left hand violently.

The wolf claws that pierced Little Barty's abdomen and pierced out from behind instantly tore Little Barty into several pieces.

Blood splattered.

The werewolf shook the blood from his body vigorously, took a step back, and slowly changed into Neville's naive appearance.

Hannah walked up to Neville and stared at him worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just want to avenge my parents. They were in the hospital during my childhood, suffering from the Cruciatus Curse. They would rather die."

Neville's eyes were very firm, and he looked at Hannah seriously, "I won't say that I'm upholding justice, killing is killing, but I won't regret what I did this time."

Hannah shrugged, "Actually, I want to say that there are actually many medicines that can heal physical wounds, and some even only need the juice of magical plants."

As she spoke, she lightly waved the magic wand in her hand, "The flames are blazing!"

Boom~

Little Barty's body burst into flames. The high temperature of this magic even burned the iron mailbox on the side of the road red, and in just an instant, the body was reduced to ashes.

Hannah took out another bottle of potion from her pocket, and lightly sprinkled it on the ashes.

Seeing Neville's curiosity, he couldn't help but smile, "The potion is the product of Anton's experiment on the integration of potions and spells. I brought it back. This is equivalent to the Forgetting Curse."

"Anna told me that if you pour it on the corpse or ashes of the deceased, the other party will forget everything in their memory and will never miss the real world again. Even resurrection can hardly bring the other party back from the world of the dead."

"!!!" Neville blinked, "Merlin's matcha ice cream beard, this thing is terrible!"

Hannah smiled and put away the remaining half bottle, "We only do this to the bad guys."