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The seven specters also sprang into action at this moment, ignoring the enemy's attacks and bringing immense pressure and fear as they approached, then raising their hands to unleash the same green light.

This was all taught by Little Tom, who was the real Avada Kedavra enthusiast.

Lucius's situation, however, was not so good. Little Tom was rampaging through the crowd, the specters bringing death and fear wherever they went, and even more ridiculously, spells had no effect on his robes.

This left Lucius as the only easy target, and he was being chased around the circle of flames by several dark wizards.

From the start of the battle, he had no intention of attacking, simply following Ethan's instructions, content to ensure his own safety here.

But even so, he was still targeted.

Ethan had no time to pay attention to him, confident that with his alchemy tools, he should be able to protect himself.

“Thunderous Explosion!”

Orange-red flames swelled from the tip of Ethan's wand, eventually engulfing a third of the combat area.

Whether controlled by the Imperius Curse or not, all were engulfed, and a series of explosions rang out.

The surrounding ground was blasted and thrown onto the black flames.

The blonde-haired man dodged the still-flashing Avada Kedavra curses, cautiously remaining on guard, but his heart was already dead.

They couldn't win, they absolutely couldn't win!

Of their side, the two hundred plus people, plus the hundred or so outsiders who had come to bid on and intercept the Horcrux, this nearly four hundred strong force, now had less than two hundred still alive, and that included those controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Their signal for reinforcements had been sent out, and with such a huge commotion, anyone who wasn't blind could see it, but no one was able to come in, either because they were powerless, or because these people had been abandoned.

Ethan, having rescued Lucius from being ganged up on with two spells, leisurely walked towards the blonde-haired man, saw the light had gone out of his eyes, a stark contrast to how he had been at the beginning, and raised his hand to cast a green light.

After watching him fall peacefully, Ethan continued to reap the lives here.

From today until the end, Ethan had calculated that he could harvest nearly five hundred wizard spirits, which was unimaginable in Great Britain.

The werewolf community last time was an exception, but in any other location, even in Knockturn Alley, a massacre of over a hundred wizards would shake the entire wizarding world.

This lawless zone also had its advantages.

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Chapter 194: Communication with the Vile Herpo

Not far from the bar where Ethan was fighting, on the rooftop of a seven-story building.

A white-haired, burly old white man watched the battle with a solemn expression, with two expressionless wizards standing behind him.

“Boss, just now when the Galleons were being deposited, we found fakes!”

A young man in his twenties rushed over in a panic, his face full of fear.

“How many?”

The old white man turned around, his aura pressing down on his subordinate, making it difficult for him to breathe.

“One… one million three hundred thousand Galleons, the Galleons used for the finale auction item were all sand transformed.”

The young man said with some difficulty, lowering his head even further.

Although this had nothing to do with him, and the boss wouldn't vent his anger on others, he certainly wouldn't be in a good mood if he lost his temper.

Originally, he shouldn't have been the one running this errand; it was someone else's responsibility.

But since he had just joined, he had no right to choose.

Hearing this, the old white man's breathing became rapid. That was one million three hundred thousand Galleons!

But looking at the battlefield, there was no point in being unwilling at this moment.

He knew as soon as the battle broke out, after all, it was right above the auction house, and it had destroyed a bar, the passage was half destroyed, so he immediately left the auction house and came to this place.

At the same time, he also saw the strength of this tough customer.

He knew the level of wizards on Crete very well, and that overwhelming black flame was not something his people could produce. Otherwise, if they had that ability, would he still be sitting in this position?

Since the outsiders who came to the auction had this strength, regardless of whether Box 77 was those people, the Horcrux of the Vile Herpo was destined to fall into this person's hands.

In that case, it didn't matter who used the fake Galleons to settle the bill, or how they had deceived his subordinates.

If the person in Box 77 was the one who used this magic, then this was not someone he could afford to provoke, and he would even have to beg them to leave quickly.

If not, the ending was already destined, could he go to a dead man's area to demand payment?

As for going to the organization or family behind them to demand payment, he didn't even know who to look for.

All the invitations sent out for this auction were the same, the people who came all concealed their faces, and the boxes were assigned according to the bar and the order of entry.

There was no place to prove their identity throughout the whole process, which led to the fact that even his own people were not sure of the specific identity of the auctioneers, only knowing which box they were in and which exit they would leave from.

“Boss, Andy and the others were Imperiused, the one million three hundred thousand Galleons received were all fake.”

Seeing that the boss didn't have much reaction, the young man who came to report the news reminded him again in a low voice.

When the Galleons were re-examined during deposit, after discovering the problem, the surrounding personnel immediately went to subdue those companions who had participated in the transaction.

There were some casualties in the middle, but they were eventually taken down. They have now been released from the Imperius Curse, but are still being held, waiting for the boss's punishment.

You should at least say a few words!

“Get out!”

The white-haired old man came back to his senses, his eyes narrowed, and he shouted coldly.

The sudden change made the young man a little at a loss, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and immediately ran away quickly.

Only after his subordinate disappeared without a trace did the old white man sigh and continue to watch the distant battle.

In reality, he couldn't see anything, it was all covered by flames.

This loss could only be regarded as spending money to avoid disaster, otherwise, could he rush up to snatch the Horcrux back?

… …

Over here, Ethan had already cleared everyone out, but was still collecting the abandoned magical tools, Galleons, and such.

With the spirits busying themselves here, Ethan didn't need to lift a finger.

Although Lucius was very curious about what magic Ethan was using now, and what that suddenly opened space was.

But having mingled with the Death Eaters, he knew very well that to live long, one should talk less and do more.

Especially not to ask the boss any questions.

After the last spirit returned to Nibelung, Ethan turned to look at Lucius and Tom.

"Retreat!"

With that, Ethan transformed into a wisp of black mist and shot into the sky.

Little Tom and Lucius followed closely behind, with the seven ghouls, also capable of flight, trailing behind them.

They flew straight through the dark flames, heading towards the outer perimeter of the island.

Anti-Apparition and Portkeys, the range of these was destined to be limited. Once they reached a suitable location, they could naturally use a Portkey to return to Britain.

All of this had been prepared before they came out.

But just above a dark forest, as Ethan and the others disappeared in a distorted space.

The moment Ethan disappeared, the dark canopy of flames suddenly lost control, engulfing everything below, instantly turning the corpses and buildings into ashes.

Fueled by the burning matter, it expanded further, with dozens of dark fire dragons taking shape within the flames, constantly wandering and spreading in all directions.

The wizards hiding in the distance, watching, appeared one by one, cursing and grumbling. They had seen Ethan and the others leave.

After all, such obvious clusters of black mist had rushed out of the flames, but they had assumed that Ethan would extinguish the flames when he left.

Generally speaking, it's easy to start a fire, but difficult to put it out.

But for a wizard with such skill, controlling these flames was definitely easy, yet he simply didn't do it, insisting on leaving a parting gift when he left.

But even with such dissatisfaction, they still had to put out the fire at this moment, otherwise, if the place burned down, they would be the ones who suffered the loss.

"Get everyone together!"

The old white man also instructed a guard behind him.

Nearly a third of the industry here belonged to him, and he couldn't just sit idly by.

And to extinguish a fire of this scale, a considerable number of people would be needed.

......

Ethan, having already returned home, naturally wouldn't pay attention to those things.

Lucius returned to the Malfoy Manor, Little Tom went to Diagon Alley, and Ethan went to his home in Godric's Hollow.

Yesterday was Christmas, and everyone except Hatch had gone home for the holiday, so no one was here.

Ethan's return also woke Hatch up. After sending him away, he went straight to the Charms Practice Room.

He took out the Horcrux of the Foul Hebro from Nibelung.

After opening it, Ethan found that he couldn't understand some of it. These were all ancient Greek characters, which were quite different from modern Greek.

Back then, when the Malfoy family sent him Abu Musa Jabir ibn Hayyan's "Book of Balances", Ethan had specially learned ancient Arabic to understand it.

Later, Nicolas sent him the "Emerald Tablet", and Ethan also learned ancient Egyptian.

Now he had to learn ancient Greek again?

After thinking for a while, Ethan decided to take a shortcut.

This was a Horcrux, and one that had developed intelligence. If he needed to know something, wouldn't it be better to just ask? Why make it so complicated? As for whether it would be honest.

Ethan believed it would be.

Since falling into Ethan's hands, this Horcrux had become silent, not knowing whether it had discovered something, or whether it was just being too cautious.

He directly used the Banishing Charm. Since it didn't want to come out, Ethan would force it out.

He didn't know if it was due to his skill in casting Horcruxes back then, or if it was because too much time had passed, and the soul and the container had become inseparable.

For a moment, Ethan was actually unable to pull it out.

After spending nearly an hour, he finally loosened it a little, and then forcefully dragged it open.

Like Voldemort's Horcruxes, it was an extremely ugly and deformed infant state.

This was perhaps a common ailment of Horcruxes. The severed soul needed to maintain a stable and complete human form, but because the soul was too small, it could only maintain the form of an infant.

And because making a Horcrux would have irreversible effects on the soul, body, and mind, the infant form of these Horcruxes were all deformed and ugly fellows.

"｀ Don't want to talk?"

"You can sense the outside world, everyone knows that you are a Horcrux that has developed intelligence, what's the point of pretending now?"

"What do you want to say?"

The ugly, deformed infant, who had been keeping its eyes closed, suddenly opened them, and the voice speaking was also quite unpleasant, as if its throat had been filled with boiling water, extremely hoarse.

"Let's talk about your affairs. Do you know where your original body went?"

If there was anyone who knew a clue now, it would only be this Horcrux.

"I don't know, I haven't seen it since I developed intelligence."

This Foul Hebro Horcrux was quite honest at the moment, and did not make any excessive actions to offend Ethan.

It was just like a real baby, only this baby was a bit ugly.

There was no way, when it fell into Ethan's hands, it sensed through the soul that this was its own kind.

Everyone was a dark wizard, and of the most top-notch kind, there was no need to use any small tricks, otherwise, the only one who would suffer would be this Horcrux that couldn't exert much strength.

And in that special space, based on its own observations and the other party's performance just now, it showed that he was extremely proficient in soul matters, and could pinch himself at any time. Why not be honest now, instead of being honest after suffering?

"If you don't know, then forget it. More than two thousand years have passed. What special spells did you have in that era?"

"Or rather, how much memory did you inherit from your original body, how much knowledge do you understand?"

Although it was a bit of a pity, if the original Foul Hebro had not left any information, the Horcrux really wouldn't know.

After all, there was no mutual sensing effect between the two, unless the distance was quite close.