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Chapter 877: Run!
Chapter 877: Run!
"Who are you!"
"And who are you?"
Deep in the mountains, as soon as Kyle landed, he collided with an old wizard with white hair. The two of them almost simultaneously pointed their wands at each other.
"Miles MacFusty," the old wizard spoke first, with a sneer: "Don't pretend, aren't you looking for me? I just didn't expect you to dare to chase after me, and to find this place so quickly."
As he spoke, his wand lit up.
"MacFusty?" Kyle hesitated for a moment, using the Iron Armor Charm to block the incoming red light. "I think you've got the wrong idea. I'm not a Death Eater."
To be honest, this old wizard was a bit weak.
Kyle looked at the silver shield that hadn't even flickered, and inwardly mocked him.
Based on the conversation between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he could basically confirm that this person called Miles was probably the clan head of the MacFusty family, or at the very least a high-ranking member.
After all, the Death Eaters wouldn't make a deal with just any lackey.
Kyle instinctively felt that this Miles was probably on par with Drol, the captain of the dragon keepers in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary.
But how should he put it, the spell just now was too weak. This level of skill was comparable to that of a disposable Death Eater, he hoped this guy wasn't a fake.
"A poor lie."
But before Kyle could say anything, the feeble old wizard spoke up.
He had a temper, and seeing that his spell had no effect, he took two steps back, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew a sharp sound like a whistle.
An angry roar came from the deep cave behind him, along with a strand of orange-red light.
Kyle was all too familiar with this light.
Dragon flame!
Kyle took off running.
The dragon flame grazed his robe, instantly turning the tree behind him into charcoal.
A pitch-black fire dragon crawled out of the cave, its nearly thirty-foot-long body exuding an oppressive aura.
"Didn't you come for the black dragon? Why are you running now!" Miles' tone was icy.
"I already told you, I'm not a Death Eater!" Kyle tried to reason, but it was useless. The other party seemed to have decided that he was one of Voldemort's followers.
But thinking about it, at this time, the only wizards appearing in the Hebrides were probably Death Eaters, so it wasn't strange to have such an idea.
There was no other choice.
Kyle also opened his own box.
He wanted Norberta to come out and explain things to the dragon and wizard in front of him. Perhaps this could make them calm down and listen to him properly.
The Hungarian Horntail, second only to the Hungarian Tree Bee in combat power, was great at reasoning.
The open box shook a little, as if some big guy was about to come out.
Kyle glanced subconsciously and saw a shiny black shape and three bronze-colored spikes, each over a foot long.
"I..."
Without hesitation, the semi-transparent silver shield in front of Kyle quickly grew larger and more solid, like a real shield.
At the same time, the ground rose up to form a stone wall.
The next second, the big guy finally crawled out of the box and without hesitation, swung its spiky tail, slamming it onto the stone wall.
The hastily assembled defense didn't even last a second before it shattered.
The tail slammed into the shield, making a dull sound, like a siege cannon hitting a city wall.
The shield instantly filled with spider web-like cracks, but at least it didn't break.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Kyle looked at the Hungarian Tree Bee in front of him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.
He had clearly called for Norberta, but how did this thing come out?
Because Kyle had forcibly taken away the Snake Monster, he and the Hungarian Tree Bee had some disagreements.
Lately, he had rarely gone to the box, because every time the Hungarian Tree Bee saw him, he would get a tail strike.
This was the Hungarian Tree Bee's unique way of greeting, urging him to release the Snake Monster.
"What are you thinking about?" Kyle curled his lips and said slowly, "I won't let you see the Snake Monster. If you have the ability, kill me and let the Snake Monster fall into a deep sleep forever!"
It might have been an illusion, but the Hungarian Tree Bee's originally pitch-black scales seemed to be tinged with a hint of red.
This tactic really worked. Ever since the Snake Monster became an enemy that must be killed, this hot-tempered and stubborn Tree Bee had completely fixated on it.
Putting the Snake Monster into an eternal slumber was even more unbearable than killing it.
The Tree Bee compromised, flailing its tail angrily and turning its head away from Kyle. With a belly full of anger, it now urgently needed to find something to vent its frustration on.
But there were only a few people around, Kyle couldn't move, and as for the other wizard... The Tree Bee's orange eyes passed over Miles.
Thus, the ready-made Hebrides black dragon was successfully chosen.
Without a word, the Tree Bee pounced on its fellow dragon, sharp dragon claws digging into its wings. It tilted its head back, opened its mouth, and sprayed scorching dragon flame onto its head.
When the most irritable and strongest Hungarian Tree Bee met the shut-in Hebrides black dragon, the result was almost one-sided.
As he watched the Hungarian Tree Bee in front of him, Kyle wiped the cold sweat from his brow. That bee had nearly bitten three adult fire dragons to death just a few months ago, and now it was doing the same to the Hebridean Black Dragon.
The black dragon from the Hebrides was truly pitiful. In no time, its scales were falling off like rain, torn off by the Tree Bee.
Miles was completely stunned and unconsciously put his fingers in his mouth.
"Let me advise you to think this through," Kyle said. "If you call for more dragons, I'll have no choice but to bring in reinforcements as well. They'll probably end up getting killed."
"You have more fire dragons?"
"Yes, and it's legal." Kyle nodded, pointing to the Tree Bee that was playing with a scratch card. "I have a whole box of these."
A box?
At that moment, Miles also noticed the briefcase Kyle was holding, and the Tree Bee that had emerged from within.
Could a tiny briefcase hold a fire dragon? This scene felt all too familiar.
"Wait a moment." Miles frowned. "Do you know a Mr. Newt Scamander?"
Hebridean Islands
"Of course, he's the one who gave me this case."
"You killed him?" Miles' voice changed.
"How is that possible? What are you thinking?" Kyle retorted. "In a sense, Mr. Scamander was my teacher. This case was a birthday gift from him."
Miles blinked and noticed that this case looked different from the one in his memory.
It was too new and not as worn.
"Since that's the case, why did you join the Death Eaters?" Miles asked indignantly. "Mr. Scamander is the one who most opposes dark wizards. As his student, aren't you ashamed?"
"I already told you, I'm not a Death Eater." Kyle explained again. "I'm part of the Order of the Phoenix, the organization led by Professor Dumbledore. I accidentally discovered the Death Eaters' plot and infiltrated them using Polyjuice Potion."
"Albus Dumbledore?"
The greatest wizard of all time... Even though Miles was a recluse, he knew that name.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Believe what you want." Kyle shrugged.
"Creak..."
A teeth-grinding sound broke the silence between the two.
The Tree Bee had bitten the Hebridean Black Dragon's neck, and the sound was the dragon's teeth piercing its scales. If this continued, the bee would probably tear the dragon's neck apart soon.
Of course, it had also sustained significant injuries itself.
Out of sheer frustration, the Tree Bee didn't bother with defense and went for a mutual destruction approach, trading blows that hurt itself as much as its opponent.
Kyle sighed and waved his wand to prevent the black dragon from being bitten to death.
Several trees nearby began to grow rapidly, forming a giant hand in the air that grabbed the Tree Bee and forced it back into the box.
As it was pulled away, the bee struggled fiercely, managing to bite off another large chunk of flesh.
"In a few days, I'll let the Snake Monster fight with you for five minutes," Kyle said helplessly.
After a moment of quiet, the bee's agitation suddenly vanished as if it had never happened. It sprayed flames from its nostrils and willingly crawled back into the box.
Why did he feel like he had been tricked?
Kyle scratched his hair, feeling that there was something odd about his Tree Bee.
Miles looked at the injured black dragon, its neck missing a chunk of flesh, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"We should change locations." Kyle closed the box and looked up at the sky. "The commotion just now was too loud. The Death Eaters might be on their way, or perhaps... the mysterious person."
Without waiting for Miles to react, Kyle mounted his broom and sped off into the distance.
The noise created by the fire dragon earlier was quite a ruckus, so it would be safer to relocate.
If it were just the Death Eaters, Kyle wouldn't have minded chatting with Miles a bit longer or even lending him a hand. After all, from their conversation, it seemed that Miles knew Newt, and their relationship might be quite close.
However, the problem was that Voldemort was also present, and in that case, he had no choice. They were all targets, and even if they banded together, they wouldn't be able to keep each other warm. It was every man for himself.
On the other hand, as he watched Kyle's departing figure, Miles hesitated for a moment before blowing another, louder whistle.
In an instant, the entire mountain range erupted in chaos, with dragon roars echoing from all directions and dragon flames sprouting like spring shoots from various locations.
This was the territory of the Hebridean Black Dragon, and no one knew how many fire dragons lived in these mountains.
But it was definitely a significant number.
The fire dragons' roars caused the Death Eaters searching the mountains to pause involuntarily. If not for Voldemort's intimidation, perhaps ninety percent of them would have turned and fled.
Meanwhile, several black dragons descended from the sky, carrying the injured dragon away to another location.
Miles took out a flying broomstick from his shape-shifting lizard-skin bag and chased after Kyle.
Although the MacFusty family was as reclusive as the black dragon, they hadn't completely cut themselves off from the outside world. Some of their members even attended Hogwarts, so it wasn't unusual for Miles to have a broomstick.
With his familiarity with the mountain terrain, it didn't take long for Miles to find Kyle in a secluded mountain hollow.
However, the scene that greeted him was somewhat bizarre. Kyle was currently forcing a potion down another man's throat.
"Are you truly one of Albus Dumbledore's men?" Miles asked as he approached.
"Haven't you figured it out yet, now that you've chased me down?" Kyle casually stuffed the Death Eater who had just drunk the potion back into his box and asked, "Aren't there others with you?"
He recalled that the entire village had been deserted, and with so many houses, it was unlikely that only one person lived there.
Miles remained silent, but Kyle already knew the answer.
"Let me give you some advice," Kyle said. "If any of you are hiding nearby, it's best to move to another location as soon as possible. Right now, anywhere in the Hebrides is safer than here."
"What do you mean?" Miles frowned and asked.
"It's difficult to explain in a sentence or two." Kyle shrugged. "Just stay away from me, at least you won't encounter the mysterious person. Of course, you'll inevitably run into Death Eaters, but with your... well, the fire dragons should be able to handle those guys."
Kyle glanced at him and thought of the feeble spell he had cast earlier, then amended his statement: "Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that... but are you all this weak?"
Kyle was truly puzzled. This old wizard didn't seem young, so why was he so lacking in strength?
"The black dragon dislikes magic." Miles mumbled an explanation.
He was now fairly convinced of Kyle's identity. After all, it wouldn't have been difficult for the other man to kill him, yet he hadn't done so.
Moreover, his behavior reminded Miles so much of Newt that he couldn't imagine Newt favoring a dark wizard.
However, out of instinctive caution, he refrained from answering Kyle's earlier question.
He valued the safety of others more than his own, and when he had left his hiding place, he had already steeled himself for the possibility of death.
"That's an admirable decision." Kyle said admiringly.
Miles' heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of his throat.
"Y-you know what I'm thinking?"
"No, but it does." Kyle pointed behind him, where a large cat with six legs was staring at him with orange-yellow eyes.
The cat panther had read Miles' thoughts and relayed them to Kyle.
Someone so inept at casting spells was unlikely to be skilled at Occlumency, so the cat panther had easily seen through his mind.
"Let's go." Kyle said again: "Even though your hideout isn't nearby, if you're captured, that secret won't stay safe for long."
"I'll figure something out." Miles said, "He won't be able to get any information from me."
"Figure something out?" Kyle couldn't help but laugh.
"It's useless, that's the Dark Lord... When he wants to do something to you, you have no choice but to obey."
Lord Voldemort had undergone several dangerous magical modifications, and while the Killing Curse was his forte, it was far from the only spell he knew.
Miles remained silent, and without hesitation, he left.
Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief.
He was worried that the old wizard would continue to hesitate, and if he encountered Lord Voldemort soon after, Kyle would be faced with a difficult decision—whether to help or not.
On one hand, he felt somewhat responsible for exposing Miles. On the other hand, if he did help, it would be like offering himself up as well.
Now, this was the best outcome.
Kyle stood up and walked in the opposite direction.
"I've found him!" A nearby Death Eater luckily spotted Kyle and was about to send up the Dark Mark.
But the next second, he found himself face-to-face with a pair of purple eyes, and he collapsed to the ground.
"Next time, you don't have to knock them out completely, it's a bit of a waste of time."
Kyle quickly ran over, skillfully pried open the man's mouth, poured in a small bottle of red potion, and then ran for it, searching for a place where he could Disapparate.
The Death Eaters didn't slack off either. Led by Crabbe and Goyle, they searched from afternoon until evening.
However, wandering around in such a place was like playing a game of chance—one wrong turn could lead to an encounter with a fire dragon. Those with some skill might be able to escape, but those who lacked strength would be crushed.
Moreover, the constant use of spells had agitated the black dragons to the point of frenzy. They now saw the Death Eaters as implacable enemies and had begun to actively leave their lairs, scouring the mountains for their foes.
This made the search operation increasingly slow and difficult.
Of course, apart from the fire dragons' interference, there was another reason why the Death Eaters had yet to find Kyle.
...
"Avada Kedavra!"
In another part of the mountains, Lord Voldemort, holding his ancient wand, effortlessly killed Kyle, who was attempting to escape. Strangely, however, his face showed no trace of satisfaction.
As he approached the fallen body, his expression turned ugly.
Sure enough, this was another fake! He had clearly seen Kyle, but the body now lay before him was that of another Death Eater.
...
(End of Chapter)
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