Chapter 877: Run quickly

"Who are you!"

"Who are you?"

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

"Miles McFasty." The old wizard spoke first, sneering, "Stop pretending. Aren't you here to find me? But I didn't expect you to dare to chase me in, and find this place so quickly."

As he spoke, his wand lit up.

"McFasty?" Kyle was stunned for a moment, used the Armor Charm to block the flying 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 shake, and complained in his heart.

Through the conversation between Voldemort and the Death Eaters before, he was basically sure that this man named Miles should be the patriarch of the McFasty family, or at least a high-level one.

After all, Death Eaters will not make deals with a small minions.

Kyle subconsciously thought that Miles should be similar to the dragon keeper captain DeRols in the Fire Dragon Sanctuary.

But how to say it, the spell just now was too weak. This level is about the same as that of an ordinary cannon fodder Death Eater. He can't be a fake.

"Clumsy lie."

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

He was quite irritable. Seeing that his spell didn't work, he took two steps back, put his fingers in his mouth, and blew out a sharp sound similar to a whistle.

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

Kyle was very familiar with this light.

Dragon flame!

Kyle ran away.

The dragon flame rubbed his robes, and in the blink of an eye, a tree behind him was burned to charcoal.

A black fire dragon crawled out of the cave, and its nearly thirty-foot body looked very oppressive.

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

"I've already said that I'm not a Death Eater!" Kyle tried to reason with him, but it was useless. The other party seemed to have determined that he was one of Voldemort's men.

But think about it, it seems that there are no other wizards in the Hesperidian Islands except Death Eaters at this time, so it's not surprising to have such an idea.

There's no other way.

Kyle also opened his box.

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

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

The opened box shook a bit, and it seemed that something big was about to come out of it.

Kyle glanced subconsciously and saw a touch of shiny black and three bronze spikes more than ten inches long.

"I..."

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

At the same time, the ground rose up and formed a stone wall.

The next second, the big guy finally climbed out of the box, and then swung his spiked tail without hesitation, hitting the stone wall hard.

The makeshift fortifications didn't even last a second and shattered.

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 didn't break at all.

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 clearly called Norbert, how did this thing come out.

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

He rarely goes to the box now. As long as he is seen by the Hungarian Horntail, he will definitely be waiting for a tail.

This is also the unique way of greeting the Hungarian Horntail, the purpose is to urge him to release the basilisk quickly.

"You are dreaming." Kyle grinned and said slowly: "I won't let you see the basilisk. If you have the guts, kill me and let the basilisk fall into a deep sleep!"

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

This trick really works. Since the basilisk was regarded as an opponent that must be killed, this irritable but stubborn Horntail has completely confronted it.

It is even more painful to let the basilisk fall into a deep sleep than to kill it.

The Horntail compromised, swung its tail in exasperation, turned its head away from Kyle, and now it urgently needs to find an object to vent its anger.

But there are only a few people around, Kyle can't move, and the other wizard...The Horntail's orange-yellow eyes directly skipped Miles.

So, the ready-made Hesperidian Black Dragon was successfully selected.

The Horntail pounced on its kind without hesitation, clasping its sharp dragon claws on its wings, raising its head, opening its mouth, and spraying hot dragon flames on its head.

The Hungarian Horntail, which has the most violent personality and the strongest fighting power, met the otaku Hessidian Black Dragon, and the result was almost one-sided.

Especially Kyle's Hungarian Horntail, which almost bit to death an adult fire dragon a few months ago, and it was three of them.

This Hesperidian black dragon in front of him was really bad. In a moment, the scales on its body began to fall like rain, all torn off by the wasp.

Miles was completely dumbfounded and subconsciously put his finger into his mouth.

"I advise you to think it over." Kyle said beside him: "If you call a dragon, I can only add helpers, and they will probably be killed by then."

"Do you still have a fire dragon?"

"Yes, and it's legal." Kyle nodded, and he pointed to the wasp playing the "scratch lottery", "I have a box like this."

Box?

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

A small suitcase can hold a fire dragon?

This scene is so familiar.

"Wait." Miles frowned and said: "Do you know Mr. Newt Scamander."

Hesperidian Islands

"Of course, this box is given to me by him."

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

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

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

It was too new, not so broken.

"In that case, why did you join the Death Eaters?" Miles said indignantly, "Mr. Scamander is the most opposed to dark wizards. 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 Order of the Phoenix, the Order organized by Professor Dumbledore. I accidentally discovered the conspiracy of the Death Eaters and used the Polyjuice Potion to sneak in."

"Albus Dumbledore?"

The greatest white wizard... Although Miles is also a homebody, he also knows this name.

"Why should I believe you?"

"Believe it or not." Kyle said indifferently.

"Crack..."

A sound that made people feel sore broke the silence between the two.

The tree wasp has bitten the neck of the Hexagonal Black Dragon. The sound just now was the sound of the dragon's teeth piercing the scales. If it continues like this, it will probably not take long for the tree wasp to tear the neck of the black dragon apart.

Of course, it was also seriously injured.

In order to vent, the tree wasp had no intention of defending at all. It exchanged injuries for injuries, and its main goal was to hurt the enemy 1,000 times and hurt itself 500 times.

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

Several trees nearby began to grow rapidly, forming a big hand in the air to grab the tree wasp and force it back into the box.

When it was pulled away, the tree wasp struggled hard and stuck its head 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 tree wasp's face suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared. Two flames spewed out of its nostrils and it 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 flesh missing from its neck and covered in blood, and his heart ached so much that tears came out.

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

"The noise just now was too loud. The Death Eaters may come soon, or... the mysterious man."

After saying that, without waiting for Miles to react, Kyle rode on the broom and rushed away.

The noise made by the fire dragon just now was not small. For safety reasons, it is better to change places.

If it was just the Death Eaters, Kyle would not mind chatting with Miles for a while, or helping him. After all, from what he said just now, he should know Newt, and they have a close relationship.

But the problem is that Voldemort is also here now, so he has no choice. Everyone is one of the targets. Even if they join forces, they can't get warm. It's better to pray for the best.

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

For a moment, the whole mountain range was in turmoil, dragon roars came one after another, and dragon flames rose from different places like bamboo shoots.

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

But there must be a lot.

The roar of the fire dragon made the Death Eaters who were searching the mountains stop subconsciously. If it weren't for Voldemort's deterrence, perhaps 90% of them would have turned around and fled.

On the other side, several black dragons fell from the sky and carried the injured black dragon to another place.

Miles took out a flying broom from his deformed lizard skin bag and chased in the direction Kyle left.

Although the McFastie family was as homebound as the black dragon, they were not completely disconnected from the outside world. Some people were even still studying at Hogwarts, so it was not surprising that Miles had a broom.

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

The scene was a bit weird, as Kyle was forcibly pouring potion into another person's mouth.

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

"You've already chased here, don't you have an answer yet?" Kyle stuffed the Death Eater who drank the potion back into the box and asked, "You shouldn't be alone here, right?"

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

Miles didn't say anything, but Kyle already knew the answer.

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

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

"It's hard to explain in one or two sentences." Kyle spread his hands, "Anyway, just stay away from me, at least you won't meet the mysterious man. Of course, it's inevitable to meet the Death Eaters, 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: "Sorry, I don't mean anything else... but are you all so weak?"

Kyle couldn't figure it out. This old wizard looked quite old, why was his strength so weak.

"Black dragons hate magic." Miles explained vaguely.

He almost believed Kyle now, after all, it was not difficult for this man to kill him just now, but the other party didn't do it.

And his behavior was too similar to Newt. Miles didn't think that the people Newt valued would devote themselves to the dark wizards.

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

Compared to his own life, he valued the safety of others more. When he walked out of his hiding place, he was ready to be killed.

"Great decision." Kyle said admiringly.

Miles' heartbeat suddenly accelerated and almost jumped out of his throat.

"You, do 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-yellow eyes.

Miles's idea just now was told to Kyle by the cat leopard.

A person with such poor spells naturally couldn't have the brain closed, and the cat leopard saw it clearly at a glance.

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

"I will find a way." Miles said, "He can't know any news."

"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 undergone several dangerous magic transformations. He knows more than just the killing curse, which can only be said to be his best one.

Miles left decisively without saying a word.

Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief.

He was really afraid that the old wizard would continue to procrastinate. What if he met Voldemort later? Should he help or not?

If he didn't help... After all, it was because of his appearance that Miles was exposed. Kyle felt a little guilty.

But if he helped, it would be buy one get one free.

It was good now.

Kyle stood up and walked in the opposite direction.

"I found him!" A Death Eater nearby was lucky to find Kyle and was about to launch the Dark Mark.

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

"Next time, you don't have to knock him out directly. It's 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 such a place is like opening a blind box. You might encounter a fire dragon after turning a corner. Those with some strength can barely escape, but those with insufficient strength can only be crushed to death.

Moreover, because of the frequent use of spells, the magic power that fills the surroundings has made the black dragons extremely irritated. They completely regard them as enemies who will never stop until they die. They have begun to take the initiative to walk out of their nests and look for them all over the mountains.

This also makes the search mission progress more slowly.

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

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"Avada Kedavra!"

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

When Voldemort walked over, his face was terrible.

Sure enough, this is also fake!

Clearly, Kyle was seen, but after being killed, he turned into another person, and judging from his clothes, this person is still his Death Eater.

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