Chapter 482: Escape

The Greyback werewolf criminal gang was destroyed. Maybe this was not all of them, but the leader, the most ferocious and boldest werewolf Greyback was dead, announcing the irreversible destruction of this gang—maybe some bold werewolves would try to replace Greyback's position in the future? But that was the Aurors' business.

Greyback and the strongest and most savage werewolves under his command were now Bai Lang's trophies. He decided to deal with them and then go to deal with the next target—Voldemort. The useless corpses of the werewolves were eaten by the hyenas he summoned with magic, and the trophies he kept were put into the house in the leather bag, "Let me try, universal spell..."

Bai Lang thought about the idea of separating fur, skin, bone, and meat in his mind, and chanted in his mouth, "Om, Mani Mani Red, Mani Red!" It was just short of shaking a broken fan to learn from Old Man You, but he had a wand, tapping on the ground according to the beat. The light of magic bloomed, and the werewolf corpses on the ground really began to separate bone and meat.

The hyena couldn't help it anymore, and it rushed up to devour the meat and internal organs that had just been separated. "Okay, next, to deal with the fur and bones, we have to use the normal human methods. Scraping grease, tanning, etc., let me see how the book says to deal with it."

Tanning leather is a smelly job, soaking, cleaning, plus tanning, and finally drying and fatliquoring to soften, it can't be done in a month—if so, the vacation will be over. So we have to use normal human processing methods—using the ancient craftsmanship takes too long, "Acetone degreasing and cleaning, then tanning with fur tanning agent, but it still takes half a month."

Bai Lang decided to hand it over to a professional fur tanning factory, just give money and then cast an Obliviate spell to solve the problem. As for the bones, I have to say that the level of magic meat removal is much better than using mealworms or strong alkali boiling. The result is that Bai Lang only needs to soak in gasoline or acetone to remove grease—this takes several days, so Bai Lang decided to take this opportunity to deal with that trash Voldemort.

He knew where the Gaunt old house was—it was recorded in the library but basically no one read it, "Little Hangleton... there is a broken house that looks like it's about to collapse, and there is a dead snake hanging." Bai Lang didn't ride Dio over, but took a train and a taxi to that broken place in the English countryside.

Without using magic, Voldemort's subordinates probably wouldn't know—at this time, Voldemort's loyal guard beside him was only that mouse Scabbers, and maybe Barty Crouch Jr... Voldemort's truly powerful thugs were still in prison.

Bai Lang walked high and low in this broken place, "The road hasn't been repaired properly, look at this grass and bushes, how many years have they not been trimmed?" The Gaunt old house in the distance stood like a silhouette, and Bai Lang's movement was quiet and silent. His speed was very fast, and about a few minutes later, he was already standing in front of the Gaunt old house.

He didn't walk through the door. Voldemort and his pathetic followers should have set up many magic traps here. With Bai Lang's magic ability, he probably couldn't crack them. And Bai Lang didn't want to engage in dangerous behavior of trapping himself in a trap, so he prepared to test it first, and then blow this place to the sky with explosives later.

"There are no magic traps?" Bai Lang climbed to the roof and carefully supported his body—this ghost place was in disrepair, and if he wasn't careful, it would collapse completely. Bai Lang lay on the chimney of the roof—the support point here should be the strongest, and he was wearing an assassin suit and was now starting to lurk quietly.

The sound below gradually came out, and the heat of the chimney indicated that someone was lighting a fireplace inside. After Bai Lang listened for a long time, he cunningly took out a melon-like grenade from his arms, "Hehehe, offensive grenade. Reward you with a shockwave first, and then." Bai Lang had several more melons in his arms, but those were defensive grenades.

So he pulled the safety, reached under the chimney cap, and used a clever force to rotate the melon and throw it down—otherwise, the grenade would get stuck in the curved flue of the chimney and couldn't fall into the fireplace. After leaving Bai Lang's hand, the handle popped off the projectile, the fuse began to work, and it would explode in five or six seconds.

Bai Lang held the roof with both hands, looking forward to the explosion. Sure enough, accompanied by the explosion below, a shockwave directly shook the roof down. Bai Lang swore he heard the mouse's scream.

Bai Lang exerted a thousand-pound drop, fell down with the collapsing roof, and by the way, smashed through the floor and fell directly between the second floor and the first floor. Bai Lang almost immediately saw the sofa protected by the light of magic, and of course, the fire burning everywhere. "Yo, is this Voldemort?" The arrogant words came out of Bai Lang's mouth.

"Turn around and look, I really want to see what the noseless little monster looks like?" Bai Lang had already prepared a lot of mice, ready to use mice to block if these guys fired Avada. The thing on the sofa could already be seen. It was a soft, limp monster like a baby, with snake scales and a flat snake face, "Sure enough, it's a freak." Bai Lang said.

"Who are you?" The baby's voice was very light and weak, and Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on the side, had already stuttered, "Master, this is Langen Bai from Hogwarts, the man who knocked down a dragon." His words were trembling.

Bai Lang looked at Voldemort in front of him, "Tom Marvolo Riddle, or Voldemort, this is the first time I've seen your true body since I killed the basilisk... Come to think of it, the shadow in your diary looked pretty good, why did it become an ugly snake-faced man now? So I said earlier, you can't hang out with snakes."

In the conversation, he turned to one side, stretched out his right hand and grabbed, directly pinching the lower jaw of a giant snake that suddenly attacked from behind him. "It's rare for a viper to grow so big." Bai Lang tilted his head and looked at the snake, "Viper? I remember is her name Nagini? Alright Tom, Nagini, as good friends, say goodbye to each other." After speaking, Bai Lang pinched the snake's head—although the Horcrux cannot be destroyed by ordinary objects, Bai Lang's violence is not among them.

Who let Voldemort be stupid enough to use a snake as a Horcrux... Metal objects or dead objects will be restored, and they will still maintain the ability of the Horcrux after deformation, but living creatures will not, they will be killed. As for whether dead creatures can still be used as Horcruxes? Now Nagini proved this point—no. "This snake is too weak, too weak. How could she think of attacking a man who can knock down a dragon from behind? Too confident in her secret actions and venom?" Bai Lang said with a mocking smile.

Voldemort in front of him said nothing, maybe he was considering how to say it. "Greyback is your subordinate, right? Welcome to accompany them soon, Tom. Greyback's head has become my collection, and the werewolves under his command, I think it's good to use their wolf-like skeletons to decorate my living room. I will soak you in formalin and also put it next to their heads as my trophies." Bai Lang said while walking over.

"Avada Kedavra!" The green light shone, Bai Lang shook his body, and the green light passed through his phantom and flew into the distance. "Very easy to dodge." Bai Lang muttered, his figure's display was invisible under the firelight, and he pinched Peter Pettigrew with one claw, looking like he was ready to peel him.

"Apparition!" A weak voice sounded, accompanied by a "poof" sound, Peter Pettigrew and Tom both disappeared... "Damn it!" Bai Lang cursed. ===== CHAPTER 483 =====