Chapter 481 Diana runs away, the sixth father of sorrow arrives

But hesitantly, Tom Riddle finally did not ask.

He was afraid of being rejected, and he knew that there were two different worlds. It was almost impossible for his body to come to this world.

He had always fantasized about the image of his father.

"Who am I? Where do I come from?"

These two questions have been running through Tom Riddle's life. No one knows, and no one tells him the answer.

The more mysterious the answer, the higher the expectation.

Although he was only six years old, he was always proud of his uniqueness. He had already presupposed a tall father image: his father must be a very different person like himself.

Peter now satisfied his fantasy of his father.

Looking forward to being adopted, but he was extremely afraid of being rejected.

Peter did not notice the other party's hesitation, patted Tom's shoulder, and asked him to read books here with Nagini, while he walked towards Lucian.

Regarding the magic world, he needed to learn more about the magic secrets from the other party.

"I think many magicians are gathering in the Forgotten Bar now. It is a place where magicians gather. Mr. Padrick, if you want to know more about magic, you can go there."

Lucian suggested to him.

"Forgotten Bar?"

Peter nodded, his expression became serious.

At the same time.

Forgotten Bar.

A group of female sorcerers from the Sisterhood of the Hand slowly walked into the bar.

The Sisterhood of the Hand, founded in the shadow of the upper magic world, has a group of young upper-class sorcerers who aim to help each other and improve their magic skills.

When the members of the Sisterhood of the Hand gather, the masters will come here to guide the young witches.

But the wizards did not notice that the atmosphere today was a little wrong.

As one of the initiators of the gathering, Rebecca Carstairs picked up the wine glass.

Wearing exaggerated clothes that almost exposed half of her breasts, she looked at the other members of the sisterhood.

Rebecca's nickname was "Witchfire", which was once on the billboard. At that time, her MV was often played on TV.

When she was at her peak, she would sign her own posters and CDs, and then tell people stories.

In the stories, she would cast a spell on the male protagonists on stage and in movies who mocked her.

But that was a few years ago. In the eyes of the girls of the Handy Sisterhood now, she is just an old hedge witch with a delicate hairstyle.

The reason why the girls of the Handy Sisterhood gathered in the bar at this time is that they can no longer feel magic.

They can only feel the fear of the source of their own magic.

"Hey, good evening, everyone."

The people of the sisterhood were talking quietly together, and suddenly a voice sounded.

A girl with black hair and a slim figure stood up and greeted everyone.

"I hope this midnight social gathering can be kept in order."

The black-haired girl with two braids stood in front of the magic circle that had been drawn on the floor, opened her arms and said: "Since some people don't know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Tracy. Serting. At this bad moment, I am your sister."

"We will pray together to be protected from the threat of the approaching spellcaster. Now, please hold hands."

Tracy asked everyone in the sisterhood to hold hands and form a circle.

Witch Fire looked at the girls in the circle. She took off her sunglasses as she sat at the bar, feeling a little bored.

A memory suddenly came to her mind.

It was a dream she had when she was a child.

When she was in the orphanage, she was sleeping and a tall woman came into her room with a branding iron.

Then the tall woman branded her forehead with the branding iron, leaving a half-moon-shaped mark.

Now she suddenly remembered the scene that made her shudder.

She trembled all over and felt that something was wrong with her body.

With a "thump", she fell to her knees.

Gasping for breath, she covered her throat, "Here. There is something here!"

Hearing the voice of Wu Huo, the girls of the sisterhood cast their eyes.

"Please, please, run!"

Wu Huo squeezed out these words from her mouth desperately.

As soon as the voice fell, her body changed drastically.

Silver energy overflowed from her body, the half-moon symbol on her forehead began to appear, her eyes turned black, and terrible black blood continued to flow out.

The whole body exuded a terrifying aura, and the flames on the shoulders of the witch burned fiercely.

The flames "boomed" and spread out of her body.

The frightened girls retreated one after another.

"You, you!"

Wu Huo's voice suddenly changed, and a voice that frightened the girls came out of her mouth.

"You call yourself a witch, you pray for my name, my power, but now you squander it in vain fantasies, you have long forgotten the three-phase goddess you serve!"

The flames spewed out with her roar.

"This magical world has failed me. I will burn it to ashes and create something new on top of it."

"You are useless!"

As the "Witch Fire" roared, the flames roared towards the girls in the bar.

Tracy Surting saw the horrifying scene in front of her, and she went to save the girls of the Sisterhood of the Hands with bloodshot eyes.

"No, no!"

Standing next to Tracy, holding her wrist, "Ye Ying", a tall woman with purple curly hair, grabbed her and stopped her from saving people.

"It's too late, go! Tracy!"

The scene was in chaos. The flame released from Wu Huo's body was not an ordinary flame. The magic flame instantly swept most of the people in the bar.

The people of the sisterhood used magic to escape desperately. Some people succeeded, but most were swallowed by the flames.

Wailing and terrified screams rang out in the bar.

Ye Ying pulled Tracy. Cetin's hand and used the magic bracelet to pull out a portal. Before being swallowed by the flames, he escaped from the bar.

Half an hour later.

When Peter left the dream world and rushed to the Forgotten Bar, what he saw was the body burned to skeletons on the floor.

Most of the girls of the Sisterhood of Hands had turned into skeletons on the ground at this time.

The whole bar was in a mess, with bones and charred bodies stuck to the floor, a scene of purgatory.

Squatting down, Peter frowned and examined the body.

"Bang!"

The next second, he heard a sound.

Looking back, he found a man in a yellow windbreaker, brown hair, and a face covered with dust, staggering out of the corner.

Peter immediately recognized the other party's identity-Constantine.

He didn't expect to meet Zha Kang here.

Zha Kang was stunned for a moment when he saw Peter appear.

He immediately recognized that the guy in front of him was Zatanna's farm godfather-the guy named Peter Padrick!

Although he had never seen Peter in person, it was not difficult for him as a detective to get Peter's information.

"You!"

Zha Kang, covering his chest, looked at Peter who suddenly appeared in the bar in astonishment.

Peter ignored him, feeling the burning smell in the air and the unpleasant stench of corpses, squatted down and picked up a grain of sand on the ground.

Holding the sand, through the sand in front of him, he vaguely saw the girls being engulfed by the flames that they had no time to avoid.

And this guy, Zha Kang, has been sitting on the bar counter, quietly watching the witches perform magic until he caused trouble and provoked the three-phase goddess Hecate.

This guy is really a complete scumbag. He could have stopped it, but he watched the young witches die.

"It's a pity, Constantine, the flame didn't even consume you."

Peter sighed regretfully and said to Zha Kang.

"You... you know me?!"

Zha Kang asked in shock.

"Of course, you are Xiao Zha's friend, of course I know you."

Peter stood up, "The three-phase goddess is taking back the magic, I'm afraid you won't be so lucky next time, but it's possible, after all, good people don't live long, and bad people live forever."

Peter was not interested in staying here, and turned to leave after sneering at the other party.

"Wait!"

Constantine saw that Peter wanted to leave and wanted to ask who he was.

Unexpectedly, Peter disappeared as soon as he opened the door.

Even if he wanted to catch up, he couldn't catch up.

"Damn it!"

The next day.

At Padrick Farm, the day passed in a flash and soon came to night.

Azu, Raven and others went to Louise's party. Only Peter, Zatanna and Persephone were on the farm.

"How is it?"

Zatanna walked in from the door and asked him anxiously, "Is there any news about Diana yet?"

"No."

Peter sat on the sofa and shook his head.

In the morning, Peter told Diana and Zatanna about the scene in the Forgotten Bar.

Diana guessed that Witchfire was a person who was planted with a mark by Hecate, just like herself.

Hecate can use the mark to possess Witchfire and burn everyone in the Sisterhood of the Hands to ashes, so she can also possess herself and hurt the people around her.

In order to prevent herself from being possessed by Hecate, Diana left a note to Peter and left the farm.

Looking at the note in his hand, Peter sighed slightly.

In order not to hurt others, this woman chose to hide secretly.

"We can solve the problem together, she doesn't have to hide."

Zatanna said with a heavy heart.

Peter stood up and wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a palpitation.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist, and the pointer had pointed to the end.

He frowned, not expecting that the "Father Worry" would come at this time.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Peter's expression, Zatanna asked puzzledly.

"Nothing, we looked at the weather forecast recently, there is no meteor shower in Smallville, right?"

Peter asked Zatanna.