Chapter 306: Reunion with Voldemort

The flames were like a roaring beast rushing towards him, and the first to bear the brunt was little Mulciber standing at the front.

His head was extremely dizzy, and he was lying on the ground retching, when he suddenly heard a rumble.

Little Mulciber turned his head and saw a sea of ​​fire rolling in, and the noisy heat wave lifted his black cloak and whipped his exposed face.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and before he could figure out what was happening, he was ruthlessly swallowed by the flames.

Rodolphus Lestrange stood not far away, watching little Mulciber being swallowed with fear, and tapped his wand in panic.

Finally, before the flames came, he summoned a green magic shield in front of him in time.

But the green shield, which was as tall as a person, was dwarfed by the sea of ​​fire, just like a candle lit in a burning house, their green glory seemed so small in front of the orange flames.

Rodolphus knew that if he stayed here for a long time, the magic shield would definitely not be able to hold up, and he had to escape from the range of the flames.

But this was the Black family's cemetery, and there were anti-Apparition spells around it. It was impossible to Apparition away, so he could only move to the edge of the flames with his legs.

But this was also extremely dangerous, because Scamander must be waiting outside, waiting for them to show up!

Just when Rodolphus was in a dilemma, he heard screams again. He turned his head and found that it was his younger brother Rabastan.

His arm was outside the shield, and the orange-yellow flames spread along his palms, arms, and then to his whole body at a lightning speed.

Rodolphus decisively waved his wand and cut off his entire burning arm, and blood gushed out in an instant.

Rabastan fell to the ground in pain and rolled all over the ground. The heart-wrenching pain made him look like crazy and wailing.

Rodolphus didn't care about his brother's injury and continued to reinforce the shaky magic shield.

A man covered in flames stumbled over and shouted, "Save me!"

Rodolphus recognized Wilkinson, but he didn't save him. Instead, he waved his wand and summoned another shield to block his side.

Wilkinson raised his burning hand and desperately stuck to the magic shield, staring at Rodolphus who didn't save him.

He screamed in waves, and the shrill high notes were like thin paper. His flesh and blood also shattered like parchment and were quickly swallowed by the flames.

Rodolphus watched Wilkinson die with his own eyes. There was no expression on his face, but he was afraid in his heart... fear of Rolf Scamander.

That boy was so powerful, and he was so powerful, but he was still just a fourth-year student who had not graduated from Hogwarts...

It was so terrifying!

Rolf didn't know that he had brought a psychological shadow to the Death Eaters. He was floating in the air at this time, watching the sea of ​​fire coldly.

He suddenly found a Death Eater escaping, so he flicked his finger lightly.

The pale golden sword was as fast as a needle, piercing the Death Eater's forehead. He just survived the disaster, and immediately fell to the ground with a bright red blood bead oozing from his forehead.

Rolf continued to patrol in the air, finishing off the Death Eaters who tried to escape the sea of ​​fire one by one.

As the cemetery of the Black family, there is an anti-apparition spell here. Unless the Death Eaters stay in the sea of ​​fire, they will definitely come out.

Rolf waited for a while and found the two Lestrange brothers. When he was about to kill them, he suddenly became alert and quickly moved to the side to avoid an Avada Kedavra.

The boy turned sideways and looked into the distance. He saw a vague black shadow in the distance, standing in front of a tomb, staring at him coldly.

The shadow suddenly raised his hand and grasped the air. The ground suddenly exploded, and a stream of underground water as thick as a wellhead gushed out and rushed straight to the ceiling.

The man raised his arm high and waved his magic wand as if conducting music. The gushing water turned into a lifelike water dragon with a wingspan of more than ten meters.

After circling in the air for a while, the water dragon landed on the ground and bowed its head docilely. The wizard tiptoed and jumped onto the dragon's head.

The huge water dragon turned its body, spread its wings, and flew rapidly towards the sea of ​​fire. In a flash, it flew into the sky. Its neck stretched forward and sprayed a stream of water towards the ground.

The water flow poured down like a waterfall. As the water and fire collided, the rising thick fog spread in all directions in an instant.

Luo Fu was also shrouded in water vapor. He looked intently, and as far as his vision could reach, there was only fog.

Then, he turned around abruptly, and after a moment, he saw a huge trunk breaking through the mist in the whiteness and rushing straight towards him.

Luo Fu stretched out a palm forward, and under the water control ability brought by the horse-shaped water monster, the white mist in the air quickly flowed into his palm.

Luo Fu pinched a ball of smoke that was almost condensed into substance with two fingers. He shook it suddenly, and the smoke was like a fishing line, swung towards the water dragon and quickly wrapped around it.

Luo Fu clenched his five fingers and said softly:

"Bind!"

The fog within a hundred meters suddenly turned into silver-white silk threads, which were like a fishing net pulled up by someone, wrapping around the water dragon.

I saw countless extremely tiny water droplets seeping out of the water dragon's body, which were absorbed by the mist, so that the size of the water dragon was shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the mist became thicker and thicker like water.

When the water dragon rushed in front of Luo Fu, its body was completely wrapped in white mist, as if it was wrapped in an invisible silkworm cocoon, with only one dragon head exposed.

Luofu put his right hand against the dragon's head, put his fingers together, and gently rubbed it from left to right on its head.

The water dragon and water mist shattered without warning, and the water droplets splashed into the air and fell to the ground.

In the underground tomb, it seemed like there was a heavy rain.

The fog gradually dissipated, and Luofu saw a figure not far away. He was wearing a black robe and walking barefoot on the marble floor.

Luofu's first reaction was... doesn't it hurt his feet?

His second reaction was: So short.

The person who came was indeed very short, only a little over one meter tall. His head was disproportionately large, and under his bulging forehead was a twisted, strange face:

The face was paler than a skull, with two big red eyes, a flat nose like a snake's nose, and two thin slits for the nostrils.

Rolf asked with a somewhat uncertain tone: "Voldemort?"

The short monster was silent for a moment, with a deep voice, a pair of deep eyes filled with cold water mist, staring at Luo Fe, and said with a smile:

"It's me...Rolf Scamander, we haven't seen each other for a long time. How are you?"

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