Hunting Dogs in Knockturn Alley

Over the years, under Grindelwald's command, Arlo never gambled.

Even if it is a dangerous move, he must ensure that he has enough chips in his hand.

For example, just now, the thick smoke raised in the cloak was not just to cover the senses on the opposite side.

Its more important role is that once Arlo's invisibility is discovered by the opposite side, it will become a violent means to kill a mouse.

These guys don't know what a dust explosion is, but Arlo does.

Just wipe the lighter in your hand, and then throw it in the middle of the crowd.

These eight guys will really feel the power of science.

Just now, when Arlo's shoulder was scratched by the gravel, he had already prepared for the worst.

Even in the explosion, you will be seriously injured, which is better than being caught in a siege.

But fortunately, things didn't go that far, the injured unlucky ghost, the successful development of things, pushed to another path.

"Then from now on, it's time to hunt."

Press the tip of the wand against the wound, and the wound slowly heals with the silent spell casting.

With the last trace of blood disappearing from the tip of the wand, Arlo flexed his shoulders, and when he felt it was fine, he re-wrapped his invisibility cloak and disappeared into the dead end.

On the other side, two figures wearing black cloaks, one tall and one short, wandered aimlessly in Knockturn Alley.

"Damn, where did that kid go?"

"Okay, Anderson. Find him quickly, or the boss will get angry and we don't have enough time."

Seeing his companions getting more and more irritable, the short man also found out that searching aimlessly like this is not the way to go.

So, he turned his eyes to the dirty corners, there was a standing old lady.

"Hey, old lady, did you see a ten-year-old kid running over just now?"

Seeing his companion's gaze, Anderson understood, he walked over and kicked the woman in the corner in disgust. (Bad cop Good Cop)

Seeing that the woman and the dead dog changed places and continued to lie down, Anderson asked angrily.

"Ten Sickles ." An old hoarse voice sounded.

She glanced at the vicious Anderson, Anderson only saw the greed was undisguised in the woman's turbid pupils.

Anderson has no doubts about the greed of this wicked witch.

This is the real face of Knockturn Alley, something those academics would never have imagined.

After throwing out a handful of silver Sickles , seeing the woman lying on the ground impatiently to pick it up, Anderson shook his thighs irritably and asked:

"Hey, have you seen it? Where did that kid go?"

"I saw it, I saw it."

The woman instantly changed her face.

She bowed her body flatteringly, put her hands behind her back, tried her best to make a move she thought was sexy, and walked to Anderson's side wrigglingly:

"Sir, you only need to pay ten more Sickles for a good night—"

"Don't talk nonsense to me! Tell me! Where is that kid."

"Yes... yes, he's here - Avada Kedavra!"

No one expected that this seemingly cowardly witch suddenly burst into flames, waving the black wand in her hand, and the pale green light beam hit Anderson in an instant.

In the face of the unprepared life-threatening curse, Anderson didn't even scream, and just turned into a corpse.

At this time, the short man reacted with hindsight, and was about to pull out his wand in a hurry when he saw the green light flashing above the woman.

As the short man fell into control, the witch changed shape, twisting like Jelly.

In just a few seconds, the woman who was greedy for money and coquettish in front of her showed Arlo's original figure.

" Obliviate!" [ Memory Charm ]

Without a single word of nonsense, Arlo's spell was shot violently, attacking the city slightly, wantonly sweeping away the short man's memory.

When he got the memory he needed, the wand waved and the short man fell, dead silent.

And Arlo, once again hiding under the invisibility cloak, went hunting for his next target.

The entire Knockturn Alley has now become a huge hunting ground.

The relationship between hunter and prey is changing at any time, and Orik is particularly angry by this.

"Damn, what the hell is going on?"

Smashing the double-sided mirror in his hand, Orik became more and more manic.

In this operation, he brought almost all of his subordinates, but now, he can't contact anyone, as if he has never had any subordinates.

"Bloody Hell! These bastards!"

Orik naturally does not think that all his subordinates have died. For so many years, fighting has been their normal state.

Even if it is really a hard fight, there is a way to make noise and wait for support.

So at this time Orik turned around cursing, he planned to find all those bastards, and then use the cruellest punishment to let them know the anger of the boss.

"I'm afraid you won't find them again."

Arlo's voice suddenly sounded, and at the same time, a light red light beam shot out, knocking the wand in Orik's hand far away.

"Expelliarmus"

Unexpectedly, the moment Arlo appeared, Orik rushed over.

He didn't seem to care that his wand was knocked flying, and the moment he saw Arlo again, Orik's eyes suddenly turned red.

On the originally rough arm, the grey hair spread and covered it like a virus. In just a few seconds, the tall and mighty wizard in front of him had swelled to two meters away, and he had become an uncompromising creature, a werewolf.

"No wonder, the sense of smell is so sensitive."

After seeing Orik transform, Arlo was not surprised.

In the previous several attacks and kills, as long as there were conditions, he would leave one or two alive and use Legilimency, and naturally he also knew the biggest secret of the werewolf in front of him.

"A primitive werewolf that can be transformed at will, interesting."

Seeing the fierce and unusual Orik, Arlo did not show any fear.

But the cautiousness and attention in his eyes proved that his heart was not at peace.

This is a werewolf. A dangerous creature recognized as XXXXX by the Ministry of Magic, with the ability to spread like a zombie, and there is no antidote.

Not to mention that werewolves are a special group, they come from wizards, but they are not tolerated by wizards.

The existence of the werewolf has always been closely related to the man whose name cannot be mentioned.

At such a sensitive time, the appearance of a werewolf among the pursuers made Arlo think more.

"Passed out!"

Looking at the werewolf flying over, Arlo turned around deftly.

The stinky mouth swiped through Arlo's shirt and rushed towards the garbage dump not far away, and the spell in the tip of Arlo's staff also shattered the man's clothing in time, revealing dark grey hair.

However, a stun spell that was enough to put an adult in, only made Orik twitch.

At the same time with many inconveniences, the werewolf also gained unparalleled resistance to magic spells after transforming.

" Sagitta per cor!" [ Arrow through the heart ]

" Protego!" [ Shield Charm ]

"Roar--" Orek roared.

One after another spell, Orek remembered to retreat again and again, but it did not cause much actual damage.

Instead, after a roar, Orik became more and more fierce, patted his fur at will, red eyes, and flew towards Arlo.

The spell hit the thick fur, making Orek even more furious.

The pain inspired his ferocity. Since he was actively transformed into a werewolf by Fenrir, he has never been afraid of anything in dozens of battles.

From Orik's point of view, this kid in front of him, like all the enemies he had encountered before, experienced a futile resistance, and then turned into a delicacy in his mouth.

Recalling the delicious taste of hot blood, Orik couldn't help licking his lips.

The stench of thick yellow saliva dripped from the gap between the teeth, and in the next second, it was about to bite Arlo's throat fiercely.

However, in the face of Orik, who was flying towards him, Arlo was not in a hurry. With a twist of his wrist, a jet-black pistol appeared in his hand.

"Goodbye, Mr. Werewolf."

Looking at the ferocious mouth close at hand, Arlo smiled and pulled the trigger lightly.

"boom!"

Under Orik's unbelievable gaze, the brass bullet pierced through Orik's tough fur and stuck tightly to his skull.

And after the bullet, the miserable green light that followed completely kiled Orik.

A werewolf who once shined brilliantly in the war, faced with a comprehensive creation of technology and magic, died in an inexplicable and silent way.

Seeing Orik fall, Arlo didn't relax.

Instead, he was dancing his wand back and forth. It's a race against time for him. Every action of Arlo is the pinnacle of his skill, which he learn all his life. (Using Obliviate i.e Memory Charm)

After a long time, looking at the white mist at the tip of the wand, Arlo breathed a sigh of relief.

The identity of Orek werewolf made him very concerned, and his two-digit team did not seem to be the individual behaviour of a certain family.

The memories that were forcibly searched out had a considerable degree of randomness, but when the strength gap between the two sides was too great, it was impossible for Arlo to keep his hand in the battle.

This is already the best ending, and whether this memory is worthwhile depends on Arlo's luck.