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Chapter 877: Run for It
Chapter 877: Run for It
"Who are you!"
"Who are you?"
Deep in the mountains, as Kyle landed, he collided with an elderly wizard with a head full of white hair, and both simultaneously raised their wands towards each other.
"Miles MacFusty," the old wizard spoke first, with a sneer, "Don't pretend, aren't you here to find me? But I didn't expect you to dare chase in, and you found this place so quickly."
As he spoke, his wand lit up.
"MacFusty?" Kyle was taken aback, using the Iron Body Charm to block the incoming red light, and said, "I think you misunderstood, I'm not a Death Eater."
To be honest, this old wizard is a bit weak.
Kyle looked at the silver shield that didn't even flicker, and muttered to himself.
Through the previous conversation between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, he could almost confirm that this person named Miles was likely the patriarch of the MacFusty family, or at the very least, a high-ranking member.
After all, Death Eaters wouldn't make deals with lowly minions.
Kyle subconsciously believed that Miles should be similar to Drolus, the dragon keeper captain of the Romanian Dragon Reservation.
But, to be honest, the spell he just cast was too weak. His level was similar to that of an ordinary Death Eater minion, and he didn't seem like a fake.
"A poor lie."
Before Kyle could speak, this weak old wizard spoke first.
He had a big temper. Seeing that his spell didn't work, he took two steps back, placed his fingers in his mouth, and blew a sharp sound similar to a whistle.
From a deep cave behind him, an angry roar echoed, along with a strand of orange-red light.
This light was all too familiar to Kyle.
Dragon Flame!
Kyle took off running.
The dragon flame grazed his robe, and in the blink of an eye, it turned a tree behind him into charcoal.
A pitch-black dragon, nearly thirty feet in size, emerged from the cave, exuding an oppressive aura.
"Aren't you here for the Black Dragon? Why are you running!" Miles said coldly.
"I said, I'm not a Death Eater!" Kyle tried to reason, but it was useless. The other party seemed to have decided that he was indeed under Voldemort.
But thinking about it, it wasn't strange to have such thoughts. At this time, the wizard who appeared in the Hebrides Archipelago seemed to be a Death Eater, and there didn't seem to be anyone else.
There was no other way.
Kyle also opened his box.
He wanted Norbert to come out and explain things to the dragon and the wizard, perhaps this would allow them to listen to him calmly.
The Norwegian Ridgeback, second only to the Hungarian Horntail in combat power, was perfect for explaining things.
The open box shook a little, as if some big guy was about to come out.
Kyle glanced subconsciously and saw a bright black blur, along with three bronze spikes, each over a foot long.
"I..."
Without hesitation, Kyle's semi-transparent silver shield quickly expanded and solidified, like a real shield.
At the same time, the ground rose and formed a stone wall.
The next second, the big guy finally crawled out of the box and swung its spiky tail without hesitation, slamming it onto the stone wall.
The makeshift defense didn't even last a second before it shattered.
The impact of the tail on the shield produced a dull sound, like a siege cannon hitting a city wall.
The shield instantly filled with spider web-like cracks, but it didn't break.
Fortunately, Kyle reacted quickly. Seeing the Hungarian Horntail in front of him, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He had clearly called for Norbert, but this thing came out instead.
Because Kyle had forcibly taken away the Basilisk, he had a bit of a disagreement with the Hungarian Horntail.
He didn't even go to the box much anymore, and if the Hungarian Horntail saw him, he would definitely get a tail swipe.
This was the Hungarian Horntail's unique way of greeting, with the purpose of urging him to release the Basilisk quickly.
"You're dreaming," Kyle smirked and said slowly, "I won't let you see the Basilisk. If you have the ability, kill me and let the Basilisk fall into a deep sleep!"
Perhaps it was an illusion, but the Hungarian Horntail's originally black scales seemed to reveal a hint of red.
This move was truly effective. Since treating the Basilisk as an opponent that must be killed, this temperamental yet stubborn Horntail had completely clashed with it.
Letting the Basilisk fall into a deep sleep was even more difficult than killing it.
The Horntail compromised, shaking its tail angrily and turning its head away from Kyle, holding in its anger. It urgently needed a target to vent its frustration.
But there were only a few people around, and Kyle couldn't move. The Horntail's orange eyes directly overlooked Miles.
Thus, the ready-made Hebrides Black Dragon successfully made the cut.
The Horntail pounced on its counterpart without saying a word, its sharp dragon claws gripping its wings. It tilted its head back, opened its mouth, and blasted hot dragon flame directly onto the other dragon's head.
The most temperamental and strongest Hungarian Horntail met the reclusive Hebrides Black Dragon, and the result was almost one-sided.
Kyle, with his Hungarian Horntail, had a remarkable record of nearly killing three adult dragons just months ago.
The Hebrides Black Dragon before them was truly inferior. In no time, its scales began to fall like rain, torn off by the Horntail.
Miles was completely dumbfounded, instinctively putting his fingers in his mouth.
"I advise you to think this through," Kyle said from the side. "If you call the dragon, I can only increase my helpers, and they'll probably be beaten to death."
"Do you have a dragon?"
"Yes, and it's legal," Kyle nodded, pointing at the Horntail playing 'Scratch and Win,' "Like this one, I have a whole box of them."
A box?
At this moment, Miles also noticed the suitcase Kyle was holding, and the Horntail had just come out of it.
Could a small suitcase hold a dragon?
This scene felt too familiar.
"Wait," Miles frowned. "Do you know Mr. Newt Scamander?"
Hebrides Archipelago
"Of course, this suitcase was given to me by him."
"Did you kill him?" Miles' voice changed.
"How is that possible? What are you thinking?" Kyle was annoyed. "In a sense, Mr. Scamander is also my teacher. This suitcase was a birthday gift from him."
Miles blinked, also noticing that this suitcase was different from the one in his memory.
Too new, not as worn out.
"Since that's the case, why did you join the Death Eaters?" Miles asked indignantly. "Mr. Scamander is the most anti-Dark Wizard person. As his student, don't you feel ashamed?"
"I've said it before, I'm not a Death Eater." Kyle explained again. "I'm from the Phoenix Society, organized by Professor Albus Dumbledore. We accidentally discovered the Death Eaters' plot and infiltrated using Polyjuice Potion."
"Albus Dumbledore?"
The greatest White Wizard... Miles was a bit of a homebody, but he also knew this name.
"Why should I believe you?"
"Believe if you want," Kyle said indifferently.
"Crunch..."
A teeth-grating sound broke the silence between the two.
The Horntail had bitten the Hebrides Black Dragon's neck. The sound from before was the dragon's teeth piercing through the scales. If this continued, the Horntail would probably tear the black dragon's neck apart in no time.
Of course, it wasn't coming out unscathed either.
To vent its frustration, the Horntail didn't bother with defense, opting for a strategy of hurting itself to hurt its enemy.
Kyle sighed and, to prevent the black dragon from being bitten to death, waved his wand.
Several trees nearby started growing rapidly, forming a giant hand in the air that grabbed the Horntail and forced it back into the suitcase.
As it was pulled open, the Horntail struggled fiercely, biting off another large chunk of meat.
"In a few days, I'll let the giant snake fight you for five minutes," Kyle said helplessly.
After a moment of quiet, the Horntail's agitation suddenly vanished, as if it had never happened. It exhaled two flames from its nostrils and voluntarily crawled into the suitcase.
Why do I feel like I've been tricked?
Kyle tugged at his hair, feeling that his Horntail was somehow off.
Miles looked at the black dragon, missing a chunk of flesh from its neck and covered in blood, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"We should change locations," Kyle said, closing the suitcase and looking up at the sky.
(See Chapter 6, Section 9, on the Book Bar!)
"The noise was too loud just now. The Death Eaters might be coming soon, or maybe... the Dark Lord."
Without waiting for Miles to react, Kyle mounted his broom and sped off into the distance.
The dragon's ruckus earlier was no small matter. For safety, it was better to change locations.
If it were just the Death Eaters, Kyle wouldn't mind chatting with Miles a bit longer or lending a hand, especially since, from their conversation, Miles seemed to know Newt well and their relationship wasn't shallow.
But the problem was, Voldemort was also there, and in that case, Kyle couldn't do anything. Everyone was a target, and even if they banded together, it wouldn't help. It was better to pray for their own luck.
On the other side, watching Kyle's back, Miles hesitated for a moment before whistling again, louder this time.
For a moment, the entire mountain range erupted with dragon roars, and dragon flames seemed to sprout like spring bamboo, rising from various places.
This was originally the Hebrides Black Dragon's territory, and no one knew how many dragons lived in these mountains.
But there were definitely many.
The dragons' roars made the Death Eaters searching the area stop unconsciously. If not for Voldemort's intimidation, perhaps ninety percent of them would have turned and fled.
On the other side, several black dragons descended from the sky, carrying the injured black dragon to another place.
Miles took out a flying broom from his chameleon skin bag and chased after Kyle's departing figure.
Although the MacFusty family was as reclusive as the dragons, they hadn't completely cut off contact with the outside world. Some even attended Hogwarts, so it wasn't strange for Miles to have a broom.
With his familiarity with the mountainous terrain, it didn't take Miles long to locate Kyle in a secluded mountain valley.
The scene was somewhat eerie, as Kyle was forcefully pouring a potion into another person's mouth.
"Are you one of Albus Dumbledore's people?" Miles approached and asked.
Kyle, without a care, stuffed the Death Eater who had just consumed the potion back into a box and asked, "You're not alone here, are you?"
He remembered that the entire village was deserted, and with so many houses, it was evident that there couldn't be just one inhabitant.
Miles remained silent, but Kyle already knew the answer.
"I have a suggestion," Kyle said. "If you're all in the vicinity, it's best to relocate elsewhere as soon as possible. Currently, the entire Hesidiri Archipelago, no matter where, is safer than here."
"What do you mean?" Miles asked, furrowing his brows.
"It can't be explained in a few words," Kyle spread his hands. "In any case, staying away from me is the right choice. At least, you won't encounter the Dark Lord. Of course, encountering Death Eaters is inevitable, but you... well, you should be able to handle those guys with the dragons."
Kyle glanced at him, recalling the previous weak and powerless spell, and immediately amended, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything else... But are all of you so weak?"
Kyle couldn't understand it either. This old wizard didn't seem young, yet his abilities were so poor.
"Dragons dislike magic," Miles explained vaguely.
He was almost convinced of Kyle now. After all, it wouldn't have been difficult for this person to kill him, but he didn't do it.
Moreover, his behavior was so similar to Newt's that Miles didn't think someone valued by Newt would join the Dark Wizard.
However, out of instinctive caution, he still didn't answer Kyle's previous question.
He valued the safety of others more than his own life. When he emerged from his hiding place, he was already prepared to be killed.
"An admirable decision," Kyle said admiringly.
Miles' heart raced, nearly leaping out of his throat.
"You, you know what I'm thinking?"
"I don't know, but it does," Kyle pointed behind him, where a large cat with six legs was staring at him with orange-yellow eyes.
The cat had just conveyed Miles' thoughts to Kyle.
A person with such poor spells naturally wouldn't be able to perform Occlumency, and the cat saw right through him.
"Let's go," Kyle said again. "Although your hiding place isn't in the vicinity, if you're caught, this secret won't be kept safe."
"I'll figure something out," Miles said. "He won't know any news."
"Figure something out?" Kyle couldn't help but laugh.
"It's useless. That's the Dark Lord... Whatever he wants to do to you, you can't refuse."
Voldemort had undergone several dangerous magical modifications, and he didn't just know the Killing Curse; it was his specialty.
Miles didn't speak and decisively left.
Kyle also heaved a sigh of relief.
He was genuinely afraid that the old wizard would linger any longer. What if he encountered Voldemort soon? Should he help or not?
If he didn't help... it was because of his appearance that Miles was exposed, and Kyle felt a bit guilty.
But if he helped, it would be a double trouble.
This was fine for now.
Kyle stood up and walked in the opposite direction.
"I found him!" A nearby Death Eater was fortunate to have discovered Kyle and was about to launch the Dark Mark.
But the next second, he saw a pair of purple eyes and fell flat on the ground.
"Next time, you don't have to knock me out directly; it's a bit of a waste of time."
Kyle quickly ran over, skillfully pried open his mouth, poured a small bottle of red potion inside, and decisively fled, searching for a place to Apparate.
The Death Eaters weren't idle either. Led by Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, they searched from afternoon till dusk.
However, wandering around in such a place was like opening a blind box. You never knew when you'd turn a corner and encounter a dragon. Those with some ability could barely escape, while those lacking it would be crushed to death.
Moreover, due to the frequent use of spells, the magic permeating the surroundings had irritated the dragons to the extreme, causing them to see the Death Eaters as relentless enemies. They started actively leaving their nests and searching the mountains and fields for them.
This also made the search mission increasingly slow.
Of course, apart from the dragons' obstruction, there was another reason why the Death Eaters couldn't find Kyle.
...
"Avada Kedavra!"
On another hillside, Voldemort effortlessly killed the fleeing Kyle with his old wand. Strangely, however, there was no trace of joy on his face.
As Voldemort walked away, his face turned horribly pale.
Indeed, this was also a fake! Clearly, it was Kyle he had seen, but after being killed, the person's appearance changed, and from his attire, he seemed to be Voldemort's Death Eater.
...
(End of Chapter)
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