Chapter 299: Great Explosion

Bo Jin Bo Ke Dark Magic goods shop.

John stood alone before three the Death Eaters, confronting them.

Fenrir directly shifted into a half-werewolf form, fangs jutting out, claws extending three inches, knees bending backward.

He resembled a humanoid beast, brimming with primal ferocity and savagery.

John watched the scene, raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Even if you become all furry, you'll only look ugly, not cute."

"I don't want to smash the owner's shop..."

"Why don't you just surrender and cooperate with the investigation; maybe you'll get lenient treatment."

Hearing John's words, the two the Death Eaters behind him seemed to understand.

John's appearance here was no accident; he came specifically to deal with them.

Rather than sit and wait for death, better to fight to the death!

At that thought, the two simultaneously drew their wands!

"Fenrir! Attack!"

As soon as the words fell, Fenrir roared fiercely, his claws tearing the air, lunging straight at John's face.

Bang!!

The massive impact slammed into the Iron Armor Spell in front of John.

It also hurled John into the brick wall behind him.

But John emerged completely unscathed.

"Avada Kedavra Curse!"

At the same time, two Killing Curses came from left and right simultaneously.

John swung his wand, centering on himself, summoning a barrage of spikes forward.

Like a tsunami, they crushed everything!

While blocking the Killing Curses, he flung Fenrir away, smashing through Bo Jin Bo Ke's shop window glass.

The Bo Jin Bo Ke owner, who had hidden far away, watched the scene, his heart aching as his merchandise was shattered into fragments by John's single strike!

Draco and Naxisha also hid in a corner to avoid collateral damage.

The two the Death Eaters, seeing this, waved their wands again.

One conjured Fiendfyre, which turned into a Fire Snake, attempting to engulf everything here.

The other transformed into Black Mist Flight, circling John while casting Flame Spell.

In an instant.

The Sea of Fire surrounded John, and the terrifying Fierce Fire devoured the Sea of Fire, instantly growing into a fire snake dozens of meters long.

The entire Bo Jin Bo Ke was instantly consumed by flames.

The Iron Armor Spell around John was seared by the flames, emitting a harsh sizzle, ready to shatter at any moment.

Whoa!!

In the next moment, Fenrir's burning form surged through the fiery curtain, appearing abruptly in front of John.

He struck John's Iron Armor Spell again with a fierce claw.

Crack!

A clear crack appeared on the Iron Armor Spell, pinning John so he could not move.

Fenrir and the other two the Death Eaters all lit up with excitement in their eyes.

"Break the Iron Armor Spell! Let Fierce Fire burn him to death!"

The three launched another joint attack!

With the attack about to land, the Iron Armor Spell about to shatter, John was on the brink of being engulfed by Fierce Fire.

The scene of Dumbledore casually summoning a sky‑filling Sea of Fire when they sparred flashed in his mind.

John's mouth curled into a wild grin as he raised his wand.

"Let me show you what fire really is!"

The wand tip whistled, thrusting toward the heavens, a golden light flashing from its tip.

"Great Explosion!!"

In the next second, the golden light exploded into billions of burning stars—

Boom!!!

The entire Knockturn Alley fell silent in an instant.

The Fierce Fire‑laid Sea of Fire was ripped open, creating a Vacuum Passage; the Fire Snake wailed as it disintegrated inch by inch, while Golden Flame surged upward like a waterfall!

Diagon Alley.

Harry and the others, not knowing where John had gone, were about to head back.

At that moment, from the direction of Knockturn Alley not far away—

Boom!!

A violent explosion erupted, blinding golden flame shooting upward,

Then a figure flew backward, crashing with a boom a short distance in front of Harry and the others.

Sirius and Hagrid instantly went on guard, standing in front of the children.

But before they could react,

John's figure slowly walked from the direction of the explosion.

His body was enveloped by scorching gusts and lingering, unextinguished golden flame embers.

It was filled with an unparalleled sense of oppression.

It caused several people to forget to shout for a moment.

"Pfft! Cough cough!"

At that moment, amidst the smoke and dust, a painful cough sounded.

As the smoke and dust slowly cleared, a tall, burly man whose face was covered in grayish-white wolf fur struggled to his feet.

At this moment, the hair on his body was scorched, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked with terror at John walking through the firelight.

John also didn't notice Hermione and the others not far away, instead heading straight for Fenrir.

His feet ground over shards of glass, producing a piercing squeak.

Like the footsteps of a Death God, they trod upon Fenrir's heart.

Bang!

At that moment, from the direction of the recent explosion, two streams of Black Mist shot up into the sky.

"Fenrir! Pull back!"

One of the Black Mists emitted a weak yet urgent roar.

John slightly tilted his head to look at the two Black Mists in the sky, the corner of his mouth lifting.

"Voldemort isn't here; do you think you can get away?"

Saying this, John directly waved his wand, two red lights like arrows leaving the bow, shot toward the two Black Mists in the sky.

Pfft! Pfft!

The Black Mists exploded on cue, and two Death Eaters clad in black robes fell like torn sacks from midair straight down.

John didn't even spare them a glance; they were merely two insignificant lackeys not worth the table.

It was this Fenrir before him who was truly valuable.

"Damn brat!!"

Fenrir took advantage of the opening while John cast a Magic Spell at the two Death Eaters, dragging his injured body, he surged again and lunged to grab John.

However, just before his claws were about to reach John.

A stone spur thrust violently from the ground, piercing straight into Fenrir's chest.

Bang!!

This blow directly interrupted Fenrir's charge, launching him up a full three meters.

Yet before he could land, a Rock Giant Fist coalesced from the ground rose up.

The Rock Giant Fist directly smashed Fenrir to the ground, then ruthlessly drove him into the brick wall.

"Pfft!"

Fenrir's eyes bulged, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Next, John waved his wand again, and silver-blue beams rose from all around Fenrir.

Then, like vines, they wound around his limbs, neck, and waist.

They pulled so tight that his wolf fur stood on end, and his throat bones emitted a creaking sound under the strain.

"Mmm.... uh-ah——!"

Fenrir struggled unwillingly, his nails digging deep into his palms, his throat issuing a dying beast's howl.

"As expected of a Werewolf, after taking so many hits he still has strength to resist."

Watching Fenrir struggle valiantly, John raised an eyebrow and said.

"But that's enough."

John raised his wand and pressed it against Fenrir's forehead.

"Soul Capture Technique."

As John's powerful magical force pierced Fenrir's mind like an ice pick.

Fenrir's pupils suddenly lost focus, and his body stiffened abruptly.

Countless memories surged in John's mind.

Most of them were his memories after becoming a Werewolf, which held little value.

What mattered were his memories of leading the Werewolf faction to join Voldemort's side.

Just as John was about to examine the purpose of their mission, a dark abyss suddenly surged from the depths of Fenrir's memory!

That abyss seemed as if it wanted to swallow John's consciousness.

No!