Black American Comics: Start with a Snap

Chapter 192 A Disagreement with Avada

"Black dog?"

Hearing the other party's words, Fenrir frowned slightly. He didn't quite understand what the other party meant.

"It appears that one of our 'cellmates' is an unregistered Animagus. You know who I mean, Greyback."

Dolohov laughed. "There is only one person in Azkaban who is not a Death Eater."

Hearing this, a look of realization appeared on Fenrir's face.

As a member of the Death Eaters, Fenrir had a relatively clear understanding of the organization's structure. He knew clearly who his allies were and who his enemies were.

Traitors and spies do not only exist in the Ministry of Magic and the Order of the Phoenix. Even among the Death Eaters, there are many cowards who are willing to turn against their own side at any time.

Therefore, distinguishing between friend and foe is a skill that every Death Eater must master.

Only in this way can they have a chance to survive and seek opportunities to make a comeback.

As for the only prisoner in Azkaban who was not a Death Eater, Fenrir immediately told him his name without any further prompting.

"—Sirius Black."

Rookwood nodded slightly and said, "That guy is not an easy person to deal with. The fact that he was able to hide his Animagus identity for so long without being discovered is enough to prove how strong his heart is."

"He followed us out of Azkaban right after we escaped. Although we discovered this quickly and tried to kill him, he was not slow in his movements."

Dolohov pondered for a moment, then continued.

"What we can be sure of now is that he is hiding in Diagon Alley or Knockturn Alley, but he seems to be very careful. We can't find any clues, and no other wizards have spotted him."

"So you have to act as soon as possible and try to kill Sirius Black before he enters Hogwarts." Rookwood took out a cloth bag from his arms and threw it into Griffin's arms.

"This is the piece of clothing that Sirius Black left behind in Azkaban. It has his scent on it. Although his smell will change after he becomes a dog, I believe this is not a problem for you, right?"

"Leave it to me. I'll have people act as soon as possible. Even if we have to turn Diagon Alley and Knockturn Alley upside down, I will never let Sirius Black leave there alive." Fenrir showed a bloodthirsty smile.

But Dolokhov frowned slightly.

"Don't be too ostentatious. I just want you to be a little more indulgent. I don't want you to stand in front of everyone. If you really cause trouble, Dumbledore will definitely deal with you first. Don't blame me for not reminding you then."

When Fenrir heard the voice, his expression suddenly changed, and he nodded angrily. "I understand."

"Do what you should do, Greyback, and don't mess things up. If you ruin the master's resurrection plan, no one can save you." Rookwood said coldly.

Although Fenrir was a little unhappy in his heart, he did not show it on his face. In order for the werewolf clan to continue and to be on equal footing with wizards in the future, he had no choice but to submit to Voldemort.

In fact, Fenrir himself knew that these Death Eaters basically did not take him seriously. The discrimination against werewolves by wizards was basically engraved in their bones, and the Death Eaters who advocated pure blood were no exception.

To put it bluntly, these guys just treat the werewolf pack as a group of obedient dogs.

But what can he do even so? After embarking on this path, Fenrir knew that there was no turning back, and it was impossible for him to turn back.

Looking at Fenrir's expression, Dolohov nodded slightly, and then he continued, "The two of us are going to Northern Europe. I hope that by the time we return, you will have completed what I asked you to do."

"Need help?" Fenrir asked.

"Just do what you should do. You don't need to be involved in our affairs." Rookwood said casually. "It's just to deal with a traitor. The two of us are enough."

Feeling the undisguised murderous intent of the two men in front of him, Fenrir fell into silence. He already knew what these two guys wanted to do.

After Voldemort's fall, the Death Eaters fell into a state of leaderlessness. During that period, all the Death Eaters suffered a devastating disaster.

Among them, many Death Eaters reached a deal with the Ministry of Magic. They reported and revealed the identities of other Death Eaters, and informed the Aurors of the locations and hiding places of their colleagues in exchange for their own freedom.

Igor Karkarov was one of them.

He was a traitor to the Death Eaters and one of the culprits who sent Dolohov and Rookwood to Azkaban.

Today, Karkaroff has transformed himself into the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has not only become one of the top wizards in the wizarding world, but has also completely cut off his ties with the Death Eaters.

The way this whitewashed traitor was treated and the way he made him suffer the Dementor's Kiss for several years made Rookwood and Dolohov, who had just escaped from prison, want to eat his flesh and grind his bones.

They couldn't wait to rush to Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and kill Karkaroff.

No.

Killing him would be considered a bargain for him.

The two Death Eaters planned to use the technology from that time to entertain the now respected 'Headmaster'.

Fenrir was well aware of the methods of the two men in front of him. As a childhood shadow for most wizards, his cruelty and bloodthirstiness had always been passed down as stories in wizard families.

But Fenrir understood that facing these two senior Death Eaters, his cruelty was more like a pure illness, while they were the ones who could truly make people feel fear.

Just as his thoughts were surging, suddenly a strange smell entered his nose, and the wind direction changed. Fenrir's eyes suddenly became bright, and he looked directly at the two dark wizards in front of him.

"Are you two the only ones going to Northern Europe?"

Hearing Fenrir's question, Dolohov showed a hint of confusion on his face, as if he didn't understand why the other party asked this question.

But Rookwood beside him suddenly took out his wand, turned around and pointed it in the direction of the thick fog.

"Who's there? Come out!!"

This sudden scene made the five people present feel nervous.

Tonight's conspiracy is an internal plan of the Death Eaters. It is absolutely impossible for outsiders to know about it, and it is even more impossible for a Muggle to accidentally enter here at this time.

So after sensing the approach of strangers, almost everyone was ready to fight.

In the dead silence and darkness, a thin mist shrouded the cemetery, and every tombstone became blurred. Among the rows of tombstones, a shadow stood out.

Like a ghost, the figure looked extremely unreal.

Rookwood pointed his wand at the other party, while Dolohov looked at Fenrir, and then Fenrir winked at the two werewolves behind him.

Realizing what their leader meant, the two werewolves immediately took action. Their eyes flickered faintly in the darkness, and their tense muscles completely exploded at this moment.

There was no howling or roaring. The two werewolves rushed towards the strange shadow at a high speed like assassins. In the silent environment, the only sound of their claws tearing through the air could be heard.

The wind seemed to stop at this moment.

Sharp teeth bared from their mouths, and in the gazes of Fenrir and others, the two werewolves pounced straight towards the ghostly shadow.

Nearly.

Getting closer and closer.

The werewolf that rushed the fastest had already arrived, holding up his sharp claws and tearing at the man in front of him with a ferocious look on his face.

Between the interlaced figures——

Click!

The sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out.

Without any warning, the werewolf's neck twisted in an indescribable way, and his body instantly froze in place, unable to move forward even a single step.

The other werewolf behind him didn't seem to expect this to happen at all, but it was too late to react.

There was extreme fear in his eyes, and the werewolf couldn't even make any extra movements. He just stared at the other party raising the wand in his hand.

What a magic wand it is, with a smooth and delicate shaft, a graceful and luxurious handle, and that dark blue gem. One glance is enough to make people fall in love with it.

The next moment, a burst of white light burst out, filling the werewolf's entire field of vision.

Under the thunder, the werewolf had no ability to resist. His heart was pierced instantly. His whole body trembled and he fell heavily to the ground.

His back also turned black.

Following the flash of lightning, Fenrir also saw the face of the stranger, an Oriental man, someone he had never seen before.

"look"

Su Ze spoke up.

"I'm afraid your trip to Northern Europe has come to naught."

After he finished speaking, what responded to Su Ze was not words, but a dark green light.

The dazzling green light instantly illuminated the darkness, and the ball of light instantly tore through the air like lightning, heading straight towards Su Ze.

He suddenly dodged and hid behind a tombstone. The Avada Kedavra curse passed through the air and brushed past Su Ze's figure, accompanied by a noisy sound, like the whisper of the god of death.

Seeing that the other party attacked without saying a word, and that the first move was a killing move, even Su Ze felt complicated.

He chuckled and shook his head. You know, in the Marvel Universe, no matter how vicious the criminal is, you can always talk to him for a while.

But it was obvious that these Death Eaters had no intention of chatting with him at the moment.

Should we say that he is truly a villain who experienced the Wizarding War.

The corner of Su Ze's mouth curled up.

"Things are starting to get interesting."

(End of this chapter)