The Grey Wizard of Hogwarts

Without waiting for Bella to say anything, Anton walked further into the corridor step by step.

With each step, his upper body grew larger.

Red hair emerged from his body, his head grew rapidly, his mouth bulged forward, and the muscles on his arms pulsated, becoming slender little by little.

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Dolokhov was still laughing when a huge wolf claw grabbed the railing in front of him.

The werewolf, who was too tall to fit in the corridor, bent over and lowered his head, his figure reflected in the vertical boy, "Don't you want me to let you out? Good!"

His other hand also grabbed the railing, and it was so broad that it seemed to be pulled by the shoulder muscles of a wall. The railings of Kaban's prison.

"Gah~~~~~~"

With a harsh sound, the railing was twisted and stretched a little under Dolokhov's terrified expression, and finally stretched to a full one meter distance.

The werewolf let go of the railing with his left hand, and his huge and slender arm poked in through the opened gap, like digging out a bird's nest.

Lightning fast.

In just an instant, Dolokhov was grabbed from the cell.

Raised high, his head almost hit the ceiling.

"Look, I let you out, thank me now!"

This werewolf was too terrifying. Dolokhov had never seen such a big werewolf before, almost filling the entire prison corridor. He screamed in fear.

As the werewolf squeezed his arms, he roared quickly, "Listen to me, thank you!"

"Roar~~~~"

The huge werewolf roar blocked all the words behind him. The huge wolf's mouth was big enough to swallow him in one bite. The sharp fangs were like huge knives. Chances of being infected into a werewolf.

"You threaten me? You dare to threaten me!" the werewolf roared, "Apologize!"

The werewolf's huge palm clenched again, and the sharp fingernails almost pierced the aorta of his neck, causing Dolokhov to let out a shrill cry in pain.

He screamed in horror, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, spare me..."

The werewolf suddenly became extremely calm, and Shutong stared at him and smiled slightly, "It's too late."

呲~

Countless blood spurted out of his neck.

Like a natural water pipe being smashed by the huge force of the excavator, it splashed wildly outwards.

Blood splattered on the werewolf's face, on the ground, and on the Death Eaters in the nearby cells. After more than ten years, the Death Eaters could finally take a good bath.

There was also some kind of inexplicable warmth that made everyone shiver.

The blood was flowing on the ground, like a small stream, flowing aimlessly around.

How much blood is in a person.

The Muggle world says it's five thousand milliliters.

Professor Snape said, no, blood in the wizarding world is not counted that way.

He has taught Anton too many ways to extract blood, and one of them is especially suitable for this idiot who has been marinated by tickling for three days and three nights.

'Blood rich in spirit', the highest-end potion material, requires the highest-end extraction method.

(see Chapter 68 for details)

Dolokhov's eyes, arms, internal organs and even his soul will be turned into magical nutrients, all of which will be absorbed by his bones, which will produce a bathtub full of blood.

It is said that blue is better than blue.

Anton has also made a little improvement.

Learn from the technique of black magic creature Angnara, use the tickling spell to affect the other party's emotions, draw out enough magic power, and then feed the bones with magic power to generate blood.

"Your soul will burn..."

Anton murmured in a low voice, the unique vocal cords of werewolves made his voice like a subwoofer, with a faint sound of thunder in the dullness.

"All turned into blood..."

"In the end, your blood, your bones, and everything you have will be wiped out."

"I'm sorry, you scum, I don't know if you have a chance to go to the dead soul world after this."

"If you can't go..."

The werewolf's mouth was slightly raised, and he sneered, "Then you will sink in the endless sea of ​​blood."

Spirit-rich blood is essentially a curse.

With cursed blood, not too common in the wizarding world.

Right.

quack~

Peng~~

Countless blood seems to have broken a gap in the dam, like a **** burst, rushing towards the prison.

"Ah~~~~"

In the prison, some people screamed in fear, and some people jumped onto a higher iron bed with quick steps, but fell tremblingly into the lake of blood and choked.

The sea of ​​​​blood surged into waves, slapped the edge of the iron bed, and splashed high red water droplets.

"Who else!"

Anton roared, "Who else wants me to let it out?"

"Who else!"

In an instant, the prison corridor was silent!

The screaming person stopped abruptly, and the person who choked on the blood covered his mouth with force, stuck his neck, and dared not make any sound, so that this terrible child could be misunderstood.

"It's you?"

Anton turned his head to look at the silent man August Rookwood, "is that you?"

He took a few more steps, looked at Bella's husband Rodolphus Lestrange, put the werewolf's head on it, and smiled kindly, "It's you?"

Lestrange swallowed nervously and shook his head dully.

"You disgusting Death Eaters, you rubbish, I won't feel any burden even if I kill a few hundred."

The werewolf's pointed mouth was tucked into the railing, and his bloodshot scarlet eyes stared at La Strange, "Tell me, I killed that idiot just now, do you have any opinion?"

"…"

"Ha~ So you have an opinion?"

"No, no, no!" Lestrange exclaimed quickly, trembling, "No, I have no opinion, he's damned!"

yo~

An Dong smiled and slowly returned to his human form. He pulled the opponent's arm out of the railing, and pulled his clothes to wipe the blood in the crevices of his fingers.

Looking at him with a smile, "then tell me, why should he die?"

Lai Strange looked at his smile and laughed too, but the smile looked no different from crying, and it was ugly.

"Speak!" Low drink.

"He...he killed too many people, not only that, but he abused and abused people, it was so bad."

Anton listened attentively and nodded in agreement.

"Very good, you can say more if you can."

"There... Once, we went to a Muggle wizard's house, and his neighbors found out. It could have been solved with an oblivion spell, but Dolokhov didn't. He broke into the girl's house."

Anton squinted at him, with danger flashing in his eyes, "Then what?"

"Then…"

Lai Strange swallowed his saliva and tried his best to show a bright and upright expression on his face, with an expression of 'I am inseparable with sin', "The girl has a younger brother, a mother, and a father. Dolokhov petrified the father and brother in a chair with a full-body restraint spell, then dragged the mother and the girl onto the table..."

wow~

wow~~

There seemed to be an evil dragon living in the lake of blood, churning and roaring, just for a moment, a high wave splashed, and Strange's legs were twisted in the future, spreading upward little by little.

Anton tilted his head and looked at him, "You come and tell me, is that right? Ah?"

Lai Strange became extremely stiff, his whole face was shaking, and he was about to cry, "No... not right."

"That you…"

Snapped!

Anton pulled the opponent's arm over, slammed it on the railing, and stuck it on it, staring at his eyes, staring, "Did you stop him?"

"Or, do you have a good time laughing next to you and have a good time?"

"No...no...no, we didn't stop, but we didn't laugh, really, you have to believe, we didn't laugh either."

Anton closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "Next question, you..."

He opened his eyes wide and stared at Lestrange coldly, "Have you ever done such a thing?"

"No!"

Le Strange tremblingly felt the sea of ​​blood spreading towards his chest, and shouted to a broken voice, "I haven't done it, really, you believe me, you believe me~~~"

"Really? I don't believe it."

"really."

Anton chuckled, but there was no smile in his laughter, "Give me a reason that can convince me, why, why would you not do such a thing."

"

"If you can't tell, you will also sink into the sea of ​​blood."

As he said that, the blood spread and came to Strange's neck.

Lestrange looked at all of this in despair and roared, "Because I'm a pure-blood wizard, I can't let this disgusting bloodline of Muggles taint my bloodline, and I won't touch those Muggle women. of!"

"what…"

Anton chuckled lightly, his eyes became cold, he let go of his arm at will, and walked slowly in the lake of blood.

"You said, what did the family do wrong?"

"Just because I accidentally saw you?"

"No!" Anton stared at him, "No, their fault is because they are powerless to resist you rubbish, if they also have magic power, and encounter such a thing, how can they kill a few scum like you. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com”

He is in a bad mood now, and seeing these wicked people, his mood is naturally not much better.

It also brings back some bad memories from previous lives.

what. You're amazing when you're a wizard.

According to this principle, you can do whatever you want to them, can I also do whatever you want to you?

At this moment, the sea of ​​blood seemed to trigger some kind of defense mechanism of Azkaban, and one after another loud buzzing sound resounded throughout the island prison.

Anton pouted, took a step forward, pulled his shirt and shoes from Bella's arms, stared at these people slowly, and chuckled.

Then he slowly returned to his prison.

There is ample time.

Grandpa An, I don't plan to leave.

Let's play slowly.