The werewolves watched her warily.Crystal was indeed left on the island, but they didn’t believe she escaped the dementors unscathed, and slipped into Azkaban to get the key.

“Yo, the Ministry of Magic tricks—”

Christo rolled up her sleeves, she didn’t like to use this method to prove her identity.

The werewolves hesitated.

“It’s just Polyjuice Potion, guys, don’t let her fool you.”

“Greyback, what the hell are you talking about? It’s not a few hairs on your head, it’s—what the hell are you trying to do?”

A balding werewolf pounced on it, waving his wand as if it were a mace.

Christo dodged his Stunning Spell, and threw the Impeding Curse casually over. He quickly rolled on the ground, dodged it, barely made any pause, and shot it like an arrow.

“Are you just looking at it like this? Kill Miss McMillan, the Dark Lord will not let us go.”

“Don’t worry, the boss just wants to turn her into a werewolf. You know, he always likes to attack children. Although Miss McMillan is a little older, there is no way. Death Eaters are old bones.”

“That’s right, I can’t die—he just ate human flesh the day before yesterday.”

Christo sneered, “After the full moon, don’t you give up, Mr. Wolf?” She dropped an explosion at his feet, forcing him to change his route.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s a full moon or not, as long as I have enough venom, ha, I really want your dad to see—” He pounced and knocked Christo to the ground, “Hey, his precious girl, Turns into a furry she-wolf at the full moon.”

“Really? Mr. Wolf.”

Greebe was too busy biting her to notice the pitiful smile on her face.

“Boss, get out of the way, get out of the way—”

He felt a divine force oppressing his fragile neck.It forced his blood to boil, but his whole body was stiff.Damn, what is it?

He lowered his head, and something like a silver moon rested on his chin.The soft light was like a sharp blade, cutting through his skin under Kelly’s advance.

“Mr. Werewolf, do you want to bite me, or do you want to kill yourself?”

“Don’t—” Greyback was dripping with cold sweat.His body slowly leaned backwards, and Christo pressed hard, and he collapsed, landing on his back with a bang.

“Boss—”

He made a gesture of surrender with his hands and looked nervously at Christo. He had seen this spell 20 years ago, that crazy woman, who almost cut off his head. “A joke, a joke, Miss MacMillan.”

The light in Christopher’s hand dimmed.

Greyback gave a triumphant smile—

“I knew you wouldn’t be honest.”

“Ow—” He hit a crescent moon, damn it, he felt his windpipe was cut!Christo had one knee on his heaving chest, looking down at him, “You asked for it—”

He looked at her viciously, “Don’t even think about it, heh—”

Christophe pricked up her ears, frantically dodging a few splashing spells.When she raised her eyes, five or six werewolves rushed over.

“That’s crazy.” She looked at Greyback mockingly.

“This is not a conspiracy. Even if I die, a new head wolf will be born immediately. See the woman who rushed to the front? As long as I die, the wolves will belong to her.” A sinister smile appeared on his face. , “She won’t let me survive.”

Chris ignored him and dealt with him completely. She had to find a breakthrough.The werewolves were about to surround them, showing their wolf claws, Christo was about to pull out the second wand, a huge force stuck to her, pulled her out from the middle of the werewolf, and knocked her over. Two werewolves.

She burst into tears in pain, and the werewolves quickly huddled together.

“Who?” Their wands pointed straight ahead.

A tall and thin woman, her long black hair was messy and draped over her body, and her clothes were torn and dirty.Her face was yellow and white, like parchment that had been left for many years, and there was a bloodstain on her chapped lip. She frowned, lifted the chin of the girl who was shackled in her hand with a magic wand, and squinted her eyes to look at her.

The moment they saw her face clearly, almost all werewolves took a step back, and the younger generation was also dragged back.

“Where did she get the wand?” a female werewolf said in a panic.

“Long time no see, my dear ally—” Luke’s figure turned behind the woman, and he looked at the werewolves indifferently, turning McMillan into a werewolf? “Does it mean that if I come later, I have to take the blame for you?” There were only two wizards behind him, and it seemed that more Death Eaters were still entangled with the dementors outside.

The werewolves ignored him, Greyback got up from the ground, touched the blood on his neck, and glanced, “Dude, don’t you think it’s me who is in danger?” show up more clearly.

Crewe simply found him impudent.

“Who are you?” A hoarse female voice suddenly sounded, and the surroundings fell silent for an instant.

Chris looked at her for five seconds before finally recognizing who she was, Bellatrix Lestrange.This woman seems to have lost her old youthful beauty.She stretched out her rough, dark yellow hand, picked up Kristo’s long golden hair, and rolled it around her fingers.

“Christopher McMillan.” She said cautiously.

“McMillan? Mike—” her voice suddenly rose, “Damn White Wizard—” a loud collision suddenly sounded, causing everyone around to jump.

Bellatrix tugged at the strand of long, broken blond hair, and Crystal was nine feet away.Her eyeballs rolled, showing a cruel smile, “There are tricks, but—” She didn’t continue, because Christo moved away again.

The sudden change left everyone at a loss, what happened?The werewolves started to watch the show, but Crewe became anxious. One was the wizard most trusted by the Dark Lord once, and the other was the wizard most trusted by the Dark Lord now. He had to raise his voice, “Mrs. Lestrange, Stop, Miss MacMillan is the master’s most faithful servant!”

Bellatrix tilted her head mechanically, and Crewe found her irritated.

“Master trusts me the most!” She stared at Christo, “What’s your relationship with my damn cousin?”

Christo has retreated to the outermost edge, and she can leave at any time.She thought about the relationship with Sirius, the future uncle?She decided not to mention it. “It’s all right, ma’am. I think you’d better calm down. There are only three people left in the old Black family.”

“It doesn’t matter?” Bellatrix laughed wildly, “You say you have nothing to do with my little cousin, a fool who betrayed the family, followed in the footsteps of the old man, and dared to cast spells on his master? “

Everyone looked at Christo, confused.Never heard of the McMillans having anything to do with the Blacks in the last 50 years.Sirius Black, they know, a thoroughly washed Gryffindor, Harry Potter’s godfather, what can Miss McMillan have to do with him?

“If you insist on saying that, in the fourth grade, I taught his godson to dance, does that count?” Christo couldn’t understand her emotions at the moment.

“So, he taught you the brilliance of the crescent moon? I didn’t know my little cousin could be so generous to the enemy. You deceived the master, damn undercover,” Bellatrix walked forward step by step , she raised her chin, raised her skinny arms parallel to the ground, “Liars, die!”

A green light flew from her wand.

Failed.

Christo remembered that full moon night, Sirius yelled at Draco as a little bastard, claiming that it was the exclusive magic of the Black family.She looked over, and Bellatrix’s eyes were full of crazy killing, did she really want to kill her, wait – she hates her?

Krystal stepped forward without hesitation, casting spells at will, all she needed was to exhaust the last bit of strength from the poor woman.

Bellatrix yelled, and no one dared to stop her.Spells fly across the corridors of Azkaban Prison.No one dared to stop Christo.None of them wanted to die.

“Mrs. Lestrange, you’re still so good at tossing around, but you’ve been tossing around a bit too long.” A red light burst out from a dim distance, and Chris shrugged nonchalantly, Her armor protection was finally working.

“It’s been a while,” she said.Bellatrix fell to the ground, her eyes wide open.She turned around, pointed her wand behind her, and a ball of light was thrown to the end of the passage.The unkempt man walked over slowly, his eyes squinted at the sudden light, his lips moved, and his wand lowered.

Antonin Dolokhov, the cell door Christo opened happened to have him there.

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.” He came over and saluted, and then he showed a rather surprised expression, “Crewe, my brother, you would never have imagined that a guy would ‘give’ the wand It’s in my hands.”

Crewe’s face turned pale, and he muttered, “Really? I’m so grateful to him, my good brother.”

“Is it over?” the female werewolf yelled.

Crewe glared at her fiercely, and then forcibly suppressed the unwillingness in his heart, “You, take Mrs. Bellatrix back. Greyback, take your people and continue to rescue other Death Eaters, don’t let her go.” The running dogs of the Ministry of Magic.” He lowered his head again, and said to Christophe respectfully, “Miss McMillan, please give the key to Greyback, the dementors still need to negotiate.”

Christo looked terrified, “I dare not go with you, Mr. Dolokhov. How scary, I went to see Merlin just a day ago.” She ignored Crewe. With a face that wanted to explain, he walked up to the werewolves and shook the key in his hand, “Don’t forget, what are you all doing for becoming the Dark Lord’s ally?”