American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 481 Diana leaves and the Sixth Father of Sorrow arrives

But after hesitating, Tom Riddle finally did not ask.

He was afraid of being rejected, and he knew that there were two different worlds. It was almost impossible for his body to come to this world.

All this time, he had been fantasizing about the image of his father.

"Who am I? Where do I come from?"

These two questions have been running through Tom Riddle's life. No one knows, and no one can tell him the answers.

The more mysterious the answer, the higher the expectations.

Although he is only six years old, he has always been proud of his uniqueness. He has already preset an image of a tall father: his father must be a very different person just like himself.

Peter now has fulfilled his fantasy of having a father.

He looks forward to being adopted, but he is extremely afraid of being rejected.

Peter didn't notice the other party's hesitation, patted Tom's shoulder, and told him to stay here and read with Nagini, while he walked towards Lucian.

Regarding the magical world, he needed to learn more magical secrets from the other party.

"I think many magicians are gathering in the Forgotten Bar right now. It's a place where magicians gather. Mr. Padrick, if you want to learn more about magic, you can go there."

Lucian suggested to him.

"Forgotten bar?"

Peter nodded, his expression turning serious.

at the same time.

Forget the bar.

A group of sorceresses from the Sisterhood of the Hands slowly walked into the bar.

Founded in the shadows of the upper wizarding world, the Sisterhood of the Handy is a group of young upper-class warlocks who aim to help each other improve their magical skills.

When members of the Sisterhood of the Handy gather, the masters come here to guide young witches.

But the wizards didn't notice that something was wrong with the atmosphere today.

As one of the organizers of the rally, Rebecca Carstairs picked up her glass.

Wearing an exaggerated outfit that almost exposed half of her breasts, she looked at the other members of the sisterhood.

Rebecca's nickname is "Witchfire", and this name was once on the billboards. At that time, her music videos were often played on TV.

When she was at the peak of her popularity, she would sign her own posters and CDs, and tell people stories.

In the story, she would curse the male protagonists on stage and in movies who mocked her.

But that was a few years ago, and now in the eyes of the girls of the Sisterhood of Crafty Hands, she is just an old hedge witch with an elaborate hairstyle.

The girls from the Handy Sisterhood gathered in the bar at this time because they could no longer feel magic.

All they could feel was fear of the source of their own magic.

"Hey, good evening, everyone."

The members of the sisterhood were gathered together talking in low voices when suddenly a voice was heard.

A girl with black hair and a slim figure stood out and greeted everyone.

"I hope this midnight social gathering will be kept in order."

The black-haired girl with two braids stood in front of the magic circle drawn on the floor, opened her arms and said, "Since some people don't know me, let me introduce myself. My name is Tracy Surting, and I am your sister at this terrible moment."

"We will pray together for protection from the approaching threat of the spellcaster. Now, please hold hands."

Tracy asked the sisters to hold hands and form a circle.

Wu Huo looked at the girls gathered in a circle. She was sitting at the bar, feeling a little bored, so she took off her sunglasses.

A memory suddenly came to her mind.

That was a dream I had when I was a child.

While in the orphanage, she was asleep when a tall woman entered her room with a branding iron.

Then the tall woman put the branding iron on her forehead, leaving a half-moon shaped mark.

Now she suddenly remembered the scene that made her shudder.

She was shaking all over and felt something was beginning to be wrong with her body.

With a plop, she fell to her knees.

Gasping, she clutched her throat, "Here. There's something here!"

Hearing the sound made by Witchfire, the girls of the sisterhood turned their eyes over.

"Please, please, run!"

Wu Huo tried hard to squeeze these words out of his mouth.

As soon as she finished speaking, her body changed drastically.

Silver energy overflowed from her body, the half-moon symbol on her forehead began to appear, her eyes turned black, and horrible black blood continued to flow out.

Exuding a terrifying aura, the flames on the witch's shoulders burned fiercely.

Flames burst out from her body with a "boom".

The frightened girls retreated back one after another.

"You, you guys!"

Wu Huo's voice suddenly changed, and a sound came out of his mouth that frightened the girls.

"You call yourselves witches, you invoke my name, my power, but now you squander it in vain fantasies, you have long forgotten the three-phase goddess you serve!"

Flames burst out as she roared.

"This magical world has failed me. I will burn it to ashes and create something new on top of it."

"You are completely useless!"

As the Witch Fire roared, the flames roared towards the girls in the bar.

Tracy Surting saw the horrifying scene and ran to save the girls of the Handy Sisterhood with bloodshot eyes.

"No, no!"

"Night Shadow," a tall woman with purple curly hair, was standing next to Tracy, holding her wrist, preventing her from saving people.

"It's too late, go! Tracy!" The scene was suddenly in chaos. The fire released from Wuhuo's body was not an ordinary fire. The magic fire instantly swept most of the people in the bar.

The sisters desperately used magic to escape, some succeeded, but most were engulfed by the flames.

Wails and screams of terror echoed throughout the bar.

Yeying took Tracy Serting's hand, used the magic bracelet to pull out a portal, and escaped from the bar before being engulfed by flames.

After half an hour.

When Peter left the dream world and rushed to the Forgotten Bar, what he saw was a corpse burned to a skeleton on the floor.

Most of the girls from the Sisterhood of the Handy Hands had already turned into skeletons on the ground.

The entire bar was in a mess, with bones and charred bodies stuck to the floor, a scene of purgatory.

Squatting down, Peter examined the body with a frown.

"Oh!"

The next second, he heard a voice.

Looking back, I saw a man in a yellow windbreaker, with brown hair and a dusty face, staggering out from the corner.

Peter immediately recognized the other person's identity - Constantine.

He didn't expect to meet Zha Kang here.

When Zha Kang saw Peter appear, he was also stunned for a moment.

He immediately recognized that the guy in front of him was Zatanna's godfather on the farm - the guy named Peter Padrick!
Although he had never seen Peter in person, it was not difficult for him as a detective to get Peter's information.

"you!"

Zha Kang, covering his chest, looked in astonishment at Peter who suddenly appeared in the bar.

Peter ignored him, feeling the burning smell and the unpleasant stench of corpse in the air, and squatted down to pick up a grain of sand on the ground.

Holding the sand, through the sand in front of him, he vaguely saw the girls being engulfed by the flames that they had no time to escape.

And this guy Zha Kang had been sitting at the bar, quietly watching the witches perform magic, until he caused trouble and provoked the three-phase goddess Hecate.

This guy is such a despicable person. He could have stopped it, but he just watched the young witches die.

"It's a shame, Constantine, that the flames didn't consume you."

Peter sighed regretfully and said to Zha Kang.

"You...you know me?!"

Zha Kang asked in shock.

"Of course, you are Xiao Zha's friend, of course I know you."

Peter stood up and said, "The Triphase Goddess is taking back her magic. I'm afraid you won't be so lucky next time. But who knows. After all, good people don't live long, but bad people live forever."

Peter was not interested in staying here either. He sneered at the other party and turned away.

"and many more!"

Constantine saw Peter trying to leave and wanted to ask him who he was.

Unexpectedly, Peter opened the door and disappeared.

Even if he wanted to catch up, he couldn't.

"Damn it!"

The next day.

At Padrick Farm, the day passed in a flash and soon it was night.

Azu, Raven and others went to attend Louise's party, and only Peter, Zatanna and Persephone were left on the farm.

"How about it?"

Zatanna walked in from the door and asked him anxiously, "No news about Diana yet?"

"No."

Peter sat on the sofa and shook his head.

In the morning, Peter told Diana and Zatanna about what happened in the Forgotten Bar.

Diana guessed that Witchfire was a person who was marked by Hecate just like herself.

Hecate can use the seal to possess the witchfire and burn all the members of the Sisterhood of the Hand to ashes, so she can also possess herself and hurt the people around her.

In order to prevent herself from being possessed by Hecate, Diana left a note for Peter and left the farm.

Looking at the note in his hand, Peter sighed slightly.

In order not to hurt others, this woman chose to hide secretly.

"We can solve the problem together. She doesn't have to hide."

Zatanna said with a heavy heart.

Peter stood up and wanted to say something, but suddenly he felt a palpitation.

He looked down at the watch on his wrist and saw that the hands had already pointed to the end.

He frowned, not expecting that the "father's worry" would come at this time.

"what happened?"

Zatanna asked confusedly, noticing Peter's expression.

"Nothing, we checked the weather forecast recently, there's no meteor shower in Smallville, right?"

Peter asked Zatanna.

"Yes, is there going to be another baby like Clark born soon with the meteor shower?"

Zatanna looked at him suspiciously.

"No, this probably isn't a meteor shower."

Just as Peter finished speaking, he suddenly heard a faint roar coming from outside, as if something was approaching the farm.

The three of them looked outside and found that thick fog had spread outside the farm.

(End of this chapter)