Chapter 164

Nightfall, an ancient castle in Wiltshire.

The dim candles cast heavy shadows in the spacious hall.

The dozen wizards in robes around the round table had been silent for a long time. Finally, someone stood up abruptly, "I'm not doing it anymore, I'm quitting."

"Stop!" the tall man in the main seat shouted: "What are you doing?!"

"What am I doing? Of course, running away! Do you expect to wait here for the Aurors to come and arrest us?!"

The one shouting was a man as thin as a rail, with two rat whiskers left on his lips, "First the Carrow siblings, then Corban, and Avery... If we don't leave, we'll all end up in Azkaban one by one!"

"They can't find this place," Albert Runcorn said.

"But they must have already confessed us. How long can we hide?"

"Damn Barty Crouch!" another man with a fleshy tumor on his face cursed fiercely, "What the hell is he going crazy for! How could he suddenly attack us!"

"Need you ask?" a handsome man with long golden hair said, "He has already defected to Murphy!"

"Afraid of a fart! What right does he have to arrest us? Does he have evidence? If he dares to come and arrest me, I'll sue him for abuse of power!" someone else said.

"Idiot!" another retorted, "When they caught the Carrow siblings, when they caught Yaxley, what evidence did they have?!"

"Barty Crouch doesn't need evidence at all! Murphy Darkholm can make people obediently say anything he wants to hear!"

"Seeing what Rasim has become now, don't you understand yet?!"

The hall was silent for a while, and only the rumbling thunder could be heard outside the window, as if it was about to rain.

After a while, a voice said: "How about, forget it? Even Crouch fell into his hands, I'm afraid we can't beat him."

"Things have been done, surrender now, will he spare you?"

"It's just biting a few Muggles with werewolves, at worst, push it all to Greyback. Anyway, that's an idiot. Tsk, he even said he was the Werewolf King. Dozens of werewolves, but chased by the Watchers, trash!"

"Fuck! Why! Is there really nothing we can do about that kid?"

"What else can we do, go head-to-head? Who can beat him?"

"Wait a little longer... Maybe, Greyback can succeed? If so many werewolves attack together when the full moon comes, even Murphy can't survive..."

"I don't believe it! Just the son of a fallen family, what ability can he have! If he dares to come in front of me, I must make him taste the Cruciatus Curse!"

"Oh?"

A magnetic male voice suddenly came to everyone's ears, "You have guts."

I don't know when, a tall figure was already sitting on the windowsill. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and they could only see the man's pitch-black silhouette and a pair of golden eyes that seemed to light up at the same time as the lightning.

"Who?!"

Everyone was terrified and pulled out their wands one after another.

But the man ignored it, "Ah, sorry, you continue, don't mind me."

"Lumos!"

Someone immediately used the spell, making the brightness in the room double.

They finally saw the appearance of the young wizard sitting by the window.

"Mur, Murphy!?"

Murphy looked at the fat man in the crowd who called his name, "Ansetus Rosier? Was it you who wanted to duel me just now?"

"No, no..." the latter shook his head frantically.

"Murphy..." Albert Runcorn looked incredulous, "You, why are you here?"

"Why am I here?" Murphy sighed and looked up, "Speaking of which, this is a ridiculous story."

"The phoenix flies from the South Sea to the North Sea; it does not stop unless it is a phoenix tree, does not eat unless it is a bamboo fruit, and does not drink unless it is a sweet spring. Then the owl got a rotten mouse, and the phoenix passed by, looked up and said: 'Shoo!'"

He jumped down from the windowsill, pulled over a high-backed chair by the window, and sat down with his legs crossed.

"Knowing you can't understand, I'll translate."

"A few wild dogs picked up a piece of rotten meat, licked it a few times every day, smelled the stench of the meat, thought it was supreme deliciousness, saw a tiger napping nearby, and barked wildly one after another."

"The tiger, originally thinking that it was a newcomer, didn't need to cut off people's livelihood, threw a few meat bones to each dog, let them entertain themselves on the side, and don't disturb his sleep."

"But, guess what? Those wild dogs thought that the tiger was afraid of them."

"--This guy came to our territory, he must want to eat our piece of rotten meat!"

"--He gave us benefits, he must be afraid of us!"

"So they thought, why not bite the tiger to death, wouldn't everyone have more meat to eat?"

"You say, this group of wild dogs, is it ridiculous or not?"

Albert Runcorn didn't feel ridiculous at all, he stood up abruptly, "You called us..."

"You are Albert Runcorn?"

Murphy asked suddenly.

"It's me..."

Before Albert could say anything else, Murphy suddenly spoke:

"Kneel!"

This time, his voice suddenly seemed to cross a distance of more than ten meters and shot directly into Albert's mind.

Albert shook all over, and his whole body stumbled forward a few steps like a marionette, and with a plop, he actually knelt in front of Murphy.

He raised his two hands, held Murphy's feet, stuck out his tongue, and actually seemed to want to lick Murphy's soles.

Seeing that his tongue was about to touch the soles, Albert suddenly woke up, stood up, and retreated several steps.

"You! What did you do to me?!"

"Heh," Murphy sneered, "Originally everyone could be friends, but some people insisted on being dogs. How about it, is it interesting?"

Albert was both afraid and angry, and pulled out his wand abruptly. The scene just now was too shameful, and he was eager to save face. He waved his wand, "Bombarda!"

But Murphy just raised his left hand and blocked it in front of the spell.

Pitch-black fine scales covered his palm in an instant, and the spell hit his palm, just bursting out a colorful spark, and then disappeared without a trace.

Catching a spell with bare hands?

This is not magic!

But now that it has reached this point, there is no way back. Runcorn gritted his teeth, "He has no helpers! Do it together! Kill him! We win!"

Everyone hesitated for a moment, indeed, there was no way back.

Suddenly, seven or eight spells hit Murphy at the same time.

"Ha!"

Murphy laughed.

Black scales covered his whole body, wings spread, countless electric lights shot out, smashing the spells in mid-air like precision-guided anti-missile missiles, and the remaining few spells hit those scales and black wings, almost causing no damage.

He took a step forward, instantly crossing a distance of several meters. His palm covered with scales was like a sharp sword, stabbing into a wizard's abdomen, and then his left palm pinched the other's head and lifted it up, using it as a shield to block a Killing Curse shot from the right.

"Bang!" Murphy crushed the head in his left palm.

Then he rushed to the wizard who was scared silly, and with one claw, patted his head and half of his chest into mud.

By the way, he flapped his wings and patted another wizard against the wall, turned around and spat a mouthful of venom at another wizard, petrifying him.

"Monster! Monster!" someone screamed in terror.

Murphy stepped forward and lifted him up, twisting his head off.

Blood splashed all over his body, and violent pleasure surged into his heart. He couldn't help but grin, almost laughing out loud.

"Demon! He is a demon! Run!"

The remaining wizards finally realized that something was wrong and wanted to Apparate, but more than a dozen electric lights suddenly shot out from Murphy's body, hitting their wrists accurately, knocking their wands down.

"Want to run? Too late."

"Help, help..."

Someone was already scared out of their wits, crashed through the glass with a bang, fell to the ground, got up and continued to run for their lives, but Murphy just sneered, raised a hand to the sky, and pulled it down.

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, burning the thin old man who was running away into charcoal.

Then Murphy suddenly flapped his wings, smashed the roof with a bang, and flew into mid-air. Wind and thunder gathered in the sky above his head, and black clouds rolled in, covering the sky and the sun.

He raised an arm again.

In an instant, dozens of thunderbolts stabbed down, like the spears of gods, winding and twisting, plowing through the earth, turning the castle manor into scorched earth like a destructive force.

"Boom!"

In the deafening thunder, in the overwhelming rain, the surviving wizards shrank in fear, looking up at the figure like a god and a demon reflected in the countless flashes of lightning, their bodies couldn't help but soften.

Murphy spoke again, the voice seemed to tremble every cell in their bodies, making people's hearts sway, trembling from the soul.

"Now, kneel."

"Straw dogs."

(End of chapter)