Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard Chapter 877

Chapter 877: Run quickly

"Who are you!"

"Who are you?"

Deep in the mountains, as soon as Kyle landed, he bumped into an old wizard with white hair. The two of them raised their wands and pointed at each other almost at the same time.

"Miles McFasty." The old wizard spoke first and sneered: "Stop pretending, aren't you here to find me? It's just that I didn't expect you to dare to chase in and find this place so quickly. "

As he spoke, his wand lit up.

"McFasty?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, used the Iron Armor Curse to block the flying red light, and said, "I think you misunderstood, I am not a Death Eater."

To be honest, this old wizard is a bit weak.

Kyle looked at the silver shield that didn't even sway and cursed in his heart.

Through previous conversations between Voldemort and Death Eaters, he had basically determined that this man named Miles should be the patriarch of the McFasty family, or at least a high-ranking person.

After all, Death Eaters wouldn't make a deal with a little guy.

Kyle subconsciously thought that Miles should be similar to the dragon breeder Captain Drolls in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

But how can I put it, the spell just now was too weak, and its level was similar to that of an ordinary cannon fodder Death Eater. He couldn't be a fake.

"A clumsy lie."

But before Kyle could speak, the weak old wizard spoke first.

He had quite a temper. Seeing that his spell didn't work, he took two steps back, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew a sharp sound like a whistle.

An angry roar came from a deep cave behind him, and at the same time a ray of orange-red light appeared.

This kind of light was all too familiar to Kyle.

Dragon Flame!

Kyle ran away.

The dragon flames wiped his robe and burned a tree behind him to charcoal in the blink of an eye.

A jet-black fire dragon crawled out of the cave. Its nearly thirty-foot body looked very oppressive.

"Aren't you here for the Black Dragon? Why are you running away!" Miles said in a cold tone.

"I told you, I'm not a Death Eater!" Kyle tried to reason, but it was of no use. The other party seemed to believe that he was one of Voldemort's subordinates.

But think about it, it seems that there are no other wizards in the Heshidry Islands except Death Eaters. It is not surprising to have this idea.

There is no other way.

Kyle also opened his own box.

He wanted Norbert to come out and reason with the dragon and wizard in front of him. Maybe this would make them calm and listen to him.

The Norwegian Spinosaurus, whose combat power is second only to the Hungarian Horntail, is very suitable for reasoning.

The opened box shook, as if something big was about to come out of it.

Kyle glanced subconsciously and saw a flash of black and three bronze-colored spikes more than ten inches long.

"I…"

Without any hesitation, the translucent silver shield in front of Kyle quickly grew in size and solidified, like a real shield.

At the same time, the ground rose upwards, forming a stone wall.

The next second, the big guy finally crawled out of the box, and then without hesitation, he waved his spiked tail and slapped the stone wall hard.

The improvised defenses did not hold up for even a second and collapsed.

The tail hit the shield, making a dull sound, like a siege cannon hitting a city wall.

The shield was instantly covered with spider web-like cracks, but it was not broken.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly. Kyle looked at the Hungarian Horntail in front of him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with lingering fear.

He was obviously calling Norbert, so why did this thing come out?

Because Kyle forcibly took away the basilisk before, he and the Hungarian Horntail were a little unhappy.

He rarely even goes into the box now. Whenever a Hungarian Horntail sees him, there will definitely be a tail waiting for him.

This is also the Hungarian Horntail's unique way of saying hello, and its purpose is to urge him to release the basilisk quickly.

"You're thinking nonsense." Kyle grinned and said slowly: "I won't let you see the basilisk. If you can, kill me and put the basilisk into a deep sleep!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the originally pitch-black scales of the Hungarian Horntail seem to have a faint hint of red.

This trick is really effective. Since it regarded the basilisk as an opponent that must be killed, this hornet with a bad temper but a bit of a stubborn character has completely come to terms with it.

Putting the basilisk into a deep sleep was simply more uncomfortable than killing it.

The hornet gave in, swung its tail angrily, and turned away from looking at Kyle. It had been holding back its anger, and now it urgently needed someone to vent its anger on.

But there were only a few people around, Kyle couldn't move, and the other wizard... The Horntail's orange eyes directly ignored Miles.

Therefore, the ready-made black dragon of the Hesidian Islands was successfully selected.

The hornet swooped at its kind without any explanation, clasped its sharp dragon claws on its wings, raised its head, opened its mouth, and sprayed the hot dragon flames on the opponent's head.

The Hungarian Horntail, which has the most violent personality and the most powerful combat ability, met the otaku Hesidian Black Dragon, and the result was almost one-sided.

Especially Kyle, the Hungarian Horntail, almost killed an adult fire dragon a few months ago, and there were three of them.

The black dragon of the Heshidry Islands in front of me was really bad. Within a moment, the scales on its body began to fall down like rain, and they were all torn off by hornets.

Miles was completely dumbfounded and subconsciously put his fingers in his mouth.

"I advise you to think clearly." Kyle said from the side: "If you call the dragon, I will have to add more helpers, and they will probably be killed by then."

"You still have a fire dragon?"

"Yes, and it's legal." Kyle nodded, pointing to the Horntail playing scratch-off tickets, "I have a box with something like this."

box?

At this time, Miles also noticed the suitcase that Kyle was holding, and the hornet just came out of it.

Can a small suitcase hold a fire dragon?

This scene looks so familiar.

"Wait a minute." Miles frowned and said, "Do you know Mr. Newt Scamander?"

hesidian islands

"Of course, he gave me this box."

"Did you kill him?" Miles' voice changed.

"How is that possible? What are you thinking?" Kyle said angrily: "In a sense, Mr. Scamander is also my teacher. This box is his birthday gift to me."

Miles blinked and noticed that the box was different from the one he remembered.

Too new, not that worn out.

"In that case, why did you join the Death Eaters?" Miles said indignantly: "Mr. Scamander is the person most opposed to dark wizards. As his student, don't you feel ashamed?"

"I told you, I'm not a Death Eater." Kyle explained again: "I'm from the Order of the Phoenix, the Order of the Phoenix organized by Professor Dumbledore. I accidentally discovered the Death Eaters' conspiracy and used Polyjuice Potion to mix it up. Come in."

"Albus Dumbledore?"

The greatest white wizard... Even though Miles is also a nerd, he also knows this name.

"Why should I trust you?"

"Believe it or not." Kyle said indifferently.

"Creak..."

A heartbreaking sound broke the silence between the two.

The hornet has already bitten the neck of the black dragon of the Heshidry Islands. The sound just now was the sound of the dragon's teeth penetrating the scales. If it continues like this, it won't take long for the hornet to break the black dragon's neck.

Of course, it was also seriously injured. In order to vent their anger, the Horntail had no intention of defending at all, and exchanged injuries for injuries. The main attack was to injure the enemy by one thousand and damage itself by five hundred.

Kyle sighed, and in order to prevent the black dragon from being bitten to death, he could only wave his wand.

Several nearby trees began to grow rapidly, forming a big hand in the air to grab the Horntail and forcefully stuff it back into the box.

When it was pulled away, the Horntail struggled hard and reached out again to bite off a large piece of meat.

"I'll let the basilisk fight you for five minutes in a few days." Kyle said helplessly.

After a moment of silence, the irritability on the Horntail's face suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared before. It sprayed two flames from its nostrils and actively cooperated to get into the box.

Why do I feel like I've been fooled?

Kyle scratched his hair, feeling that something was wrong with his Horntail.

Miles looked at the black dragon with a piece of meat missing from its neck and its body covered in blood. He felt so distressed that tears flowed out.

"We'd better change places." Kyle closed the box and looked up at the sky.

"There was too much movement just now. Death Eaters may be coming soon, or...a mysterious person."

After saying that, without waiting for Miles to react, Kyle got on the broom and galloped away into the distance.

The fire dragon made a lot of noise just now. For the sake of safety, it would be better to move to another place.

If they were just Death Eaters, Kyle wouldn't mind chatting with Miles for a while or helping him. After all, judging from what he just said, he should know Newt and have a good relationship with him.

But the problem is, Voldemort is here now, so he has nothing to do. Everyone is one of the targets. Even if he joins the group, he won't be able to keep warm. It's better to ask for blessings.

On the other side, looking at Kyle's back, Miles hesitated for a moment before blowing a louder whistle again.

For a time, the entire mountain range was rioting, dragon roars were heard one after another, and dragon flames were rising from different places like bamboo shoots.

This is the territory of the black dragon of the Heshidri Islands. No one knows how many fire dragons live in such a mountain range.

But it will definitely be no less.

The roar of the fire dragon caused the Death Eaters who were searching the mountains to stop subconsciously. If it weren't for Voldemort's intimidation, perhaps ninety percent of them would have turned around and fled.

On the other side, several black dragons fell from the sky, carrying the injured black dragon and flying to other places.

Miles took out a broomstick from the deformed lizard skin bag he carried and chased in the direction Kyle left.

Although the McFasty family is as homely as the Black Dragon, they have not completely cut off contact with the outside world. Some of them are even still attending Hogwarts, so it is not surprising that Miles has a broom.

With his familiarity with the mountain terrain, it didn't take long for Miles to find Kyle in a mountain col that was not easily found.

The scene was a bit strange. At this time, Kyle was forcefully pouring magic potion into another person's mouth.

"Are you really Albus Dumbledore's man?" Miles walked over and asked.

"You've already chased me, don't you still have an answer?" Kyle stuffed the Death Eater who had drunk the potion back into the box and asked, "You shouldn't be alone here."

He remembered that the whole village was empty at that time. With so many houses, it was obviously impossible for only one person to live there.

Miles said nothing, but Kyle already knew the answer.

"I'll give you a suggestion. If you are all around here, it's best to move to another place as soon as possible. Now the entire Heshidry Islands, no matter where it is, is safer than here."

"What do you mean?" Miles asked with a frown.

"I can't explain it in a sentence or two." Kyle spread his hands, "In short, just stay away from me. At least you won't encounter a mysterious person. Of course, encountering Death Eaters is inevitable, but you... Well, the fire dragon should be able to deal with those guys."

Kyle glanced at him, thinking of the weak spell before, and then changed his words: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything else... but are you all so weak?"

Kyle also couldn't understand. This old wizard looked quite young, so why was he so weak in strength?

"Black dragons hate magic." Miles explained vaguely.

He almost believed Kyle now. After all, it was not difficult for the man to kill him just now, but the other party did not do so.

Moreover, his behavior is too similar to Newt. Miles does not think that the people Newt values will devote themselves to dark wizards.

But out of instinctive caution, he still didn't answer Kyle's question.

He valued the safety of others more than his own life, and when he came out of his hiding place, he was already prepared to be killed.

"Great decision." Kyle said with admiration.

Miles' heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his throat.

"You, you know what I'm thinking?"

"I don't know, but it knows." Kyle pointed behind him, where a big cat with six legs was looking at him with a pair of orange eyes.

Miles' idea just now was what Cat Leopard told Kyle.

A person with such bad spells would naturally not be able to master Occlumency. Cat Leopard could see through it at a glance.

"Let's go quickly." Kyle said again: "Although your hiding place is not near here, if you are caught, it will be impossible to keep this secret."

"I'll figure it out," Miles said. "There's no way he knows anything."

"Find a way?" Kyle couldn't help laughing.

"It's useless, that's the Dark Lord... Whatever he wants to do to you, you have no chance to refuse."

Voldemort has carried out several dangerous magical transformations. He knows more than just the Death Curse. It can only be said that this is the one he is best at.

Miles said nothing and left decisively.

Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief,

He was really afraid that if the old wizard continued to ink him, if he met Voldemort later, he would have to help him or not.

Don't help... After all, it was his appearance that exposed Miles, and Kyle felt a little guilty.

But if you go to help, it's buy one get one free.

That's fine now.

Kyle stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

"I found him!" A nearby Death Eater luckily spotted Kyle and was about to fire the Dark Mark.

But the next second, he saw a pair of purple eyes, and he lay on the ground with a plop.

"Next time you don't need to faint directly. It's a bit of a waste of time."

Kyle ran over quickly, opened his mouth skillfully, poured a small bottle of red potion into it, and then ran away decisively, looking for a place where he could apparate.

The Death Eaters were not idle either. Under the leadership of Old Crabbe and Old Goyle, they searched from afternoon to evening.

However, wandering around in a place like this is like opening a blind box. You might encounter a fire dragon when you turn a corner. Those with some strength can barely escape, but those with insufficient strength will have no choice but to be crushed to death.

Moreover, because of the frequent use of magic spells, the black dragons were extremely irritated by the magic surrounding them. They completely regarded them as unrelenting enemies and began to actively leave their lairs and search for them all over the mountains and plains.

This also made the search mission progress more slowly.

Of course, in addition to the fire dragon's obstruction, there is another reason why the Death Eaters have been unable to find Kyle.

"Avada Kedavra!"

On another hillside, Voldemort, holding the Elder Wand, effortlessly killed Kyle who was escaping, but strangely, there was no joy on his face.

When Voldemort walked over, his expression was terrifyingly ugly.

Sure enough, this one is also fake!

It was clearly Kyle that he saw, but after being killed, he turned into another person, and judging from the way he was dressed, this person was still his Death Eater.

(End of chapter)

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