Chapter 147: Decisive Battle on Christmas Eve (Modified)

"Mr. Henry Jones, you know, it's not an easy task to get those guys from the Department of Magical Creatures out of the Ministry of Magic!" Among the three masked wizards who just entered the door, the leader took off his mask. washcloth.

It was a tall wizard with a black wand in his hand. Even though the light in the room was very dim, Allen could still see the row of shiny upper teeth that he exposed. Because his mouth was open, like a vicious dog, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

Taking advantage of their attention on the three wizards who came in, Allen walked lightly to Leonard who fell on the ground.

Allen summoned the Bowtruckle from the pet space. This little thing is inconspicuous, but it has flexible lockpicking skills.

This Bowtruckle has been tamed to be extremely psychic in Allen's pet space. In the space, after receiving Allen's instructions, it blinked two small brown eyes and appeared on Leonard's body. Then, he quickly and silently crawled towards the chains that locked Leonard's hands.

In fact, "split" is a very good spell, but the movement is too loud to achieve the unexpected effect.

Although Leonard fell to the ground listlessly, his eyes were fixed on the third wizard who came in like sharp swords, a short and fat wizard.

Soon, Allen understood his reasons.

"This time the goods cost us a lot of thought. Since your last jailbreak incident, the security of the Magic Council has been strengthened a lot. Therefore, we need to add 10% to the commission commission this time!" Taberley tried Bargain with Henry.

"You're too greedy, Tiberium! How about you ask Death? If it agrees, I'll give you 10%." The dark-skinned and skinny wizard next to Henry took a step forward and said viciously. Stare at Tiberium.

On the other side of Henry, a huge and bloated wizard had a ferocious face, his face was covered with muscle nets, his roots were bulging, and he was blue-purple. He glared at Tibury, as if the slightest dissatisfaction with Henry would strike him.

The atmosphere froze for a while, and the two sides refused to give in to each other.

At this time, the wind outside was blowing again, blowing the snowflakes flying in front of the cottage, and now and then raised its voice like a devil's cry, and occasionally let out a sullen moan in the chimney.

The night is getting darker, the clock strikes midnight, Christmas is here!

But the buzz belongs to the muggles in the heart of New York, and this remote, cemetery cottage is on edge.

"Henry, I know that you want to flee to Europe after completing this order in the United States. After all, Aurors are searching for you 24 hours now, and you are the most wanted man in the Magic Council." Taberley made a sarcastic dry laugh .

"Villon, stand down." Henry called to stop the skinny wizard who was about to attack.

"Okay, but I want to receive the goods immediately." Henry wanted to end his trip in the United States as soon as possible. Maybe it's because he's getting older, without the passion and fearlessness he had when he was young, he always feels a little uneasy.

Villon retreated angrily to Henry's side.

"As expected of Mr. Henry Jones, courageous!" Taberley narrowed his eyes, greedy and cunning like a fox, vicious and slippery like a wolf. "Wei Yong, since I dare to bring only two men here, I am not afraid of your attack. At any time, I can let the Aurors surround this place."

Villon's face was gloomy, and the anger brewing in his heart was boiling.

"Wei Yong, go and inspect the goods." Henry was unmoved, his posture and expression had an indescribable composure.

"Yes!" Wei Yong rushed to the side of the box vigorously, and the three black-robed wizards did not stop him.

The box was opened, and a thunderbird flew into the air in an instant, bringing up countless rainwater, and then fell heavily into the box. It was covered in iron chains and was stained with blood.

Villon walked back to Henry, nodded, and confirmed that the box was indeed the purpose of their trip - Thunderbird.

"Ah, what a pity." Henry stroked his chin with interest, but there was no trace of pity in his voice. "Villon, bring the money to Tiberie."

Villon took out a cloth bag from behind the seat Henry was sitting on, and handed it to Taberley. "Here!"

Tibury took it over, "Hey, the one who cast the Untraceable Stretching Curse! But, it's better to count it face to face!" He turned the pocket over, and the golden gallons piled up in front of him into a hill.

Just when everyone's eyes were filled with the golden light, a shadow leaped over and grabbed the pudgy masked wizard in black robe.

"Roca, it's really you! So you are a traitor to Congress!" Leonard strangled Roca's throat with great anger and determination to die.

Leonard's wand was broken by Villon when he was captured. He could only do his best to strangle Roca to death. He was so angry that he had no idea how he broke free from the chain.

Roca's face was blushing, and sweat kept streaming down his face.

The murderers in the house were taken aback. They didn't understand how Leonard escaped from the chains without a wand.

Tibery aimed his wand at Leonard, trying to get rid of him with the Death Curse. But faster than him was the diminutive masked wizard behind him.

Tiberium was struck by his spell, and before he could cry out, his wand fell to the ground.

Taberley's body convulsed once or twice, his body trembled violently, he opened and closed his hands, his heels thumped on the floor a few times, and his head fell back, drooping on one shoulder.

His eyes were wide open, and he finally fell to the ground.

Henry by the fire jumped up in surprise, and Villon waved his wand and cast a death curse, trying to hit the masked wizard.

But the masked wizard suddenly shrunk in size and became a very small man. He quickly escaped from his loose robes and fought Villon. His veil also fell from his face due to the violent movement.

This little wizard turned out to be Professor Flitwick! Allen tried his best to control himself so as not to exclaim.

Although Villon's death curse did not hit Professor Flitwick, it accidentally hit Rocca who was being strangled by Leonard's throat.

Roca fell to the ground with an expression of disbelief.

"My Merlin!" Leonard shouted.

"Come and help," said Professor Flitwick's thin voice.

Leonard picked up the magic wand that Tibery had dropped on the ground, and fought against the huge and bloated wizard.

Henry did not join the battle group, but leaned towards the big wooden box instead. But to his surprise, the box was empty.