"Snowing."
At the southernmost end of this hilly area, a tall and dark figure was standing quietly, looking at the battlefield that was already far away from here.
Naturally, other people have been invisible here. Even with the powerful perception brought by his soul and the body of the devil, it is difficult to accurately sense it.
But Angry's body is so huge after all, like a black hill, you can still see a little bit of it even from so far away.
Suddenly, a slender and pure white beam of light streaked diagonally in that direction. Although it was only fleeting, it was still dazzling, leaving a clear afterimage in his eyes as he was looking over there.
So he sighed softly, although... of course there wasn't a single snowflake to be seen here, but he knew that there must be a few crystals floating briefly in the air over there.
"It's amazing... I've grown a lot during this time!"
He murmured this as he stood in the open, flat wasteland, beneath the heavy, gloomy leaden clouds.
And at the next moment when these words were muttered, a black substance suddenly appeared in front of the empty space, like flames and mud, rushing straight towards him. In this black material, there is a vague humanoid shadow that is slightly thinner than him. At first glance, it can be said to be menacing.
But his feet firmly planted on the ground did not move, and he did not even turn his eyes back to look at the opponent who suddenly attacked him in front of him. He was still far away on the other side of the earth.
He just raised his right hand and pointed lightly with his index finger.
Suddenly, a bright light similar to the white beam that had just streaked across the distant sky burst out instantly, quickly and straightly piercing the rushing black material.
In just a few seconds, a white band of frost appeared under his feet and on the ground where the beam passed.
"Crack-"
The sound of freezing sounds a bit heart-wrenching, indicating an astonishing sudden drop in temperature, and the cold air is escaping nearby.
Then it was obvious that the oncoming black material melted less... and more importantly, the forward speed of the black figure suddenly slowed down a lot.
"You know?" He still didn't look at the other person, but said casually, "That girl can probably be regarded as my 'daughter'... a very brave girl. I think if she goes to Hogwarts, Most likely he will be sorted into Gryffindor... This is really an interesting thing."
He said this... And just as he was talking to himself, the figure in front was already wrapped in the flame-like black substance, and came much closer to this side.
"So, even if talent is indeed related to bloodline, character and character still have little to do with heredity! Hmm... I don't know who he is like."
While he was muttering to himself, the black substance that looked familiar and obviously very dangerous finally approached him.
It can even be clearly seen that although the figure among them has become slower and slower, it has never stopped. A hand wrapped in black material has slowly but firmly stretched forward.
"well… "
It was only then that he finally retracted his gaze slightly, looked directly at the palm in front of him, and sighed slightly.
"Don't you find it interesting? It's interesting that two out-and-out Slytherins could actually give birth to a Gryffindor... What's more, even if she only recognizes me as her father, she seems to Doesn’t she look like me? So, tell me, who does she look like?"
Although his tone was inquiring, he was not really seeking answers from the figure in front of him. While speaking, his right hand moved further forward, and in the blink of an eye he quickly reached into the muddy black material.
Accompanied by a sticky and disgusting churning sound of "Gah Chi Chi Chi", he firmly grabbed the other party's wrist, then grabbed the other party and pulled him to the side.
"boom!"
With a sudden kick, the opponent who was pulled to a just right position was kicked out directly.
He watched the opponent fly a long distance, and then glanced down at his right foot - a little of the black substance was stained on his foot, and there was also some residue on his right hand that he had just inserted.
He stamped his feet, shook his hands, and stared at the black flames that seemed to solidify at any time before they dissipated, and then shook his head lightly.
"Speaking of which, you and I seem to be quite destined."
He looked at the other party who was getting up again and said this.
But soon, as if he had made some new discovery, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a location further south behind him, and said with some surprise:
"Why are those two boys here too?"
…
"Is it snowing over there?"
On a certain section of coastal beach a little away from the two black figures fighting, there were two more small figures looking at the central area of the southern hills.
In addition to the terrifying huge figure of the demon "Wrath", they also saw the dazzling white beam just now.
"Snowing? Enns, what are you talking about? Where is the snow?"
After one of the little figures heard this, he couldn't help but ask.
"Don't doubt it. I'm very familiar with ice, snow and cold. When I say it's snowing, it must be snowing... It's just that it's still quite far away from here."
"Just do what you say!"
The ones who appeared here at this moment were naturally Alexander and Enns who were still at the Granger camp on the other side of the strait. The two young wizards are both very talented in magic, especially Enns, who is holding the Slytherin Snake Staff, and he is definitely considered to have full combat power.
However, they are still young after all, and their actions are always accompanied by impulsiveness. Just like this time, they were able to appear on this beach like this. Naturally, they were not allowed by Bill and the others normally.
If Alexander is actually okay, at least he has never been too reckless. The reason why he came here secretly this time is basically because of Enns.
He didn't know why Enns, who was always worried about trouble when he was studying and hated doing unnecessary things, became more and more impulsive. But the two are still good friends after all - at least that's what Alexander thinks. So this time, although he hesitated in his heart, he still slipped out of the Granger camp with Enns and came to the British side.
"Let's go!" Alexander said, "Don't worry about whether it's snowing or not. Don't you want to... huh? There seems to be another sound of fighting ahead?"