#118 - Section 118

"How many werewolves are inside?"

Ethan knew some information from the world book, and some from the original work.

But Ethan really didn't know where the werewolf community was, and he wasn't sure of the exact number.

"I know where the werewolf community is, I'll tell you that."

"But as for the specific number of werewolves, I don't think even the Werewolf Registry knows for sure."

Chapter 151: Advanced Killing Curse

"This is the so-called werewolf community?"

Ethan looked at the dozens of crooked houses squeezed together and felt it was too shabby.

The distance between the buildings was only two or three meters, and it was estimated that the sun couldn't shine in, and he didn't know how it was designed.

Compared to them, the Weasley's could be considered a mansion.

"Yes, this is the werewolf community. The leader is Fenrir Greyback. He sometimes sends some werewolves to me to fence goods."

Borgin dared not hide anything. Werewolves seemed to have a strong force, but without a strong leader, they were destined to not become a major force. Selling their goods was done without any worries.

"Mike, take some people and come in with me. Mr. Borgin, would you like to come?"

"I'll go with you!"

Borgin immediately nodded in agreement. Daring to attack the werewolf community with more than a dozen younger brothers was an excellent opportunity to check Ethan's strength.

Although it had been determined that Ethan was not to be provoked, it was not known exactly how strong he was. Last time, hammering the Auror was too easy.

"Okay!"

Ethan nodded, then walked in front.

Mike and Borgin were on his left and right, followed by more than a dozen younger brothers.

Mike was barely considered decent among these people, and now he had also mixed up a management position.

Bringing them was not to help. If he needed other people's help to beat a werewolf community, wouldn't that be too embarrassing?

The main purpose of this trip was for Ethan to show off and bring a few atmosphere builders, and to use force to deter them.

After all, there were all kinds of people in this makeshift team, and inevitably some guys would not have a clear understanding of themselves.

Arriving at the entrance of the werewolf community, Ethan found that there was no so-called guard here. They really had no sense of crisis.

Then let himself give them a sense of crisis. Immediately, Ethan drew out his black wand with a hint of metallic luster.

"Bring forth the firestorm!"

As Ethan's voice fell, scorching black flames emerged from the tip of the wand, erupting in an instant, and the entire sky was covered by black flames.

Borgin's eyes were about to pop out when he saw this scene. How much magic power did this require?

And what kind of magic was this? Borgin couldn't tell at all.

It looked a bit like the shadow of a fire god opening the way, but the fire god opening the way was not black flames.

If it was a Fire-Style: Protective Wall, it would be black, but this thing was burning on the ground, not expanding in the sky.

Moreover, the temperature of the two spells was not so high. Just by getting close, Borgin felt that his wizard robe was about to burn.

The surrounding younger brothers were not much better, some surprised, some frightened, and some worshipful.

Ethan then waved the wand in his hand, and the overwhelming black flames immediately dispersed, forming a huge wall of fire, wrapping the entire werewolf community in it.

A combination of Fire-Style: Protective Wall and Fire God Opening the Way, Ethan did not add the characteristics of Fiendfyre, mainly because white flames were too conspicuous and to distinguish it from his public identity.

With the barrier of the wall of fire, the werewolves were basically controlled by Ethan inside.

Werewolves, these poor people, couldn't afford high-end goods like Portkeys.

Most of the werewolves were cultivated after being transformed by Fenrir Greyback, and few of them had gone to school.

It was estimated that except for Fenrir Greyback, no one else had mastered this skill.

It was estimated that even if Fenrir Greyback taught, he would also teach Unforgivable Curses. He would not teach Apparition, which was difficult to learn, had no lethality, and was dangerous.

Such a big movement naturally alarmed the werewolves inside.

Fenrir Greyback, who was sitting at the table eating bloody raw meat, immediately sent a signal.

Then, carrying a wand, he led dozens of werewolves towards the entrance of the community, while the rest hid in the church. The werewolf cubs who had not yet been trained could not help.

It was only after walking out of the narrow passage and looking at the black flames that wrapped the entire community that Fenrir Greyback, who had just been cursing, fell silent and dared not act rashly.

Not to mention how strong the person who cast the spell was, once these flames expanded, most of his werewolf cubs would have to die.

He originally thought that the invaders this time were from the Ministry of Magic, but it turned out to be his own kind, a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic.

It was just that Fenrir Greyback didn't understand where he had offended the other party.

"Mind Flayer, we have no conflicts. What are you doing?"

Mind Flayer, because Ethan's Imperius Curse was superb, and he liked to use it to control others, some people secretly called Ethan the Mind Flayer. Later, this name had reached the surface.

This summer, because Ethan's image appeared more frequently, the Ministry of Magic's wanted order also placed the name Mind Flayer on Ethan's head.

Ethan did not refute this.

"Who said I can only kill you after a conflict has arisen?"

A cold and cruel voice came from under Voldemort's hood.

Fenrir Greyback frowned, really not knowing what the opposite side was going crazy about. It was sick to shout and kill for no reason!

Everyone was a wanted criminal by the Ministry of Magic. Couldn't they be friendly?

"I can take the werewolves to join your Wuxin Society."

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Fenrir Greyback made his compromise.

No one had ever spoken to him like this, never, but now he could only endure it.

Moreover, this was his biggest bargaining chip, and also the only purpose he could think of for their visit.

Fenrir Greyback also had his own ideas, always wanting to establish a werewolf-supremacist society, and had done so much for it, but still couldn't see a glimmer of hope.

If he joined the Wiccan Society and stirred up conflict between them and the Ministry of Magic, perhaps he could find an opportunity to slack off when they started fighting.

"But, I don't need you trash."

The moment the words fell, a thick, dark green light was flung out by Ethan.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Fenrir Greyback cried out, and his right hand suddenly yanked one of the wolf cubs he had brought to block in front of him.

Watching the green light being completely blocked, Fenrir Greyback breathed a sigh of relief, then threw down the wolf cub who had already closed his eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Crucio!"

"Confringo!"

Hearing the spells, explosions, and screams constantly coming from behind him, Fenrir Greyback quickly turned his head as if he had thought of something.

He discovered that more than half of the thirty-plus elite wolf cubs he had brought were waving their wands at his own people.

Dementors are indeed Dementors, completing all of this silently.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Fenrir Greyback only felt his hands and feet turn cold. They were aiming to destroy his werewolf community!

As long as he was still alive, the werewolves would still have a future, and the werewolf community could be re-established elsewhere.

"Crucio!"

Fenrir Greyback, who had activated Apparition halfway, suddenly fell to the ground, covering his chest and shrinking into a ball, constantly uttering heart-wrenching wails. His entire right arm had disappeared, and blood spurted from the break.

When he was talking with Fenrir Greyback just now, Ethan used the Imperius Curse to control his subordinates. The reason he didn't use it on Fenrir Greyback was to let him die in the most painful way.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Streams of green light were flung out by Ethan, regardless of whether they were controlled by his Imperius Curse or not, Ethan didn't let any of them go.

This scene made Borgin break out in cold sweat. Fortunately, he was more sensible and hadn't offended him, but instead tried to please him in every way.

Otherwise, with his methods that were even more cruel than Voldemort's, his fate would be imaginable.

At the beginning, Borgin also thought that Ethan had come to subdue the werewolves.

But now he realized he was wrong. He was here to eliminate the werewolves, and didn't have the slightest intention of keeping them.

Moreover, were those things floating up spirits?

"Why!"

Fenrir Greyback, who was lying on the ground wailing, let out a hoarse and angry roar.

All the elites were dead, and decades of hard work were destroyed in an instant. He couldn't even escape.

He himself was the nightmare of many people, but Dementors were even more evil and cruel than him.

He didn't understand why he was being treated like this, and where he had offended the other party.

Ethan walked closer and cast a small spell:

"Do you remember the girls from this afternoon?"

"They are your people?"

After learning the reason, Fenrir Greyback widened his eyes and looked at Ethan in disbelief.

"Crucio!"

"Take him and come with me!"

After adding another Crucio to make him lose his ability to speak in a short time, Ethan ordered Mike.

"Yes, BOSS!"

Mike immediately responded loudly, his hands trembling with excitement.

He was the kind of person who was born cruel. He joined the Wiccan Society in order to be able to use his nature as he pleased. Now seeing Ethan's operation, he directly placed him in the position of idol.

And hoped that he could have such a day too.

The group went directly to the church, which was the place where Ethan sensed the most concentrated magic.

"Fiendfyre!"

Ethan tapped his wand lightly, and the orange-red flames quickly expanded, engulfing the entire church.

The continuous sound of explosions, accompanied by the sound of a large number of stones falling, echoed in everyone's ears.

After everything subsided, all that was left for everyone was ruins, exposing the seventy or eighty werewolves inside to everyone's eyes.

Among them, there were more than a dozen children around the age of ten, and now they were all looking at Ethan and others with a look of horror.

For them, Ethan also didn't have the need to be soft-hearted. After a brief gaze, everyone lined up one by one to receive their own Avada Kedavra.

The faces of everyone who fell were filled with a satisfied smile.

Regardless of how they became werewolves, but joining Fenrir Greyback's camp, they had already been sentenced to death here by Ethan.

"Now it's your turn."

After Fenrir Greyback personally saw all the werewolves in his werewolf community die, Ethan walked over.

At this moment, Fenrir Greyback's eyes were already filled with ashes, and he turned a deaf ear to Ethan's words.

"Crucio!"

He said he would give him the most painful way to die, so he would give him the most painful way to die.

After taking away all the spirits, Ethan led everyone away, and let the fire wall fall down, turning everything here to ashes. From then on, there would be no werewolf community.

As for the exposure of the Helheim spirits, outsiders didn't know the specific effect. What's the use of just seeing the spirits?

Returning to the Wiccan Society's stronghold in Knockturn Alley, Ethan's attention was focused on the panel.

He also completed an achievement when he used Avada Kedavra just now.

It wasn't that Ethan deliberately brushed it, but the standard configuration of that identity was the three Unforgivable Curses, and the most lethal of them was the Killing Curse.