All in One Sweep

The ring rolled onto the grass, and the dark exit rapidly widened as it rolled.

A huge tongue, as large as a red carpet, emerged first, bringing a dizzying, fishy stench. Immediately afterwards, a terrifying snake head, the size of a truck cab, reached out!

"Defend against the Breath Attack! Prepare the Eye-Blinding Charm!" the Lestrange Brothers shouted.

However, they soon discovered that something was wrong.

Before the Breath Attack of that Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon had even finished, it turned its huge, ferocious head, then spread its wings forcefully and flew into the sky.

"Why did it leave?" The Dark Wizard were completely baffled.

Among the Fire Dragon, the Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon is second only to the Hungarian Horntail Dragon in terms of its fighting and ferocity. Moreover, although it is huge, it is not very smart.

The most distinctive feature of this Fire Dragon is that it never lets its prey go. They haven't even launched any counterattack yet, so how could this perfectly intact Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon just leave like this?

However, there was no time left for them to think.

Because, on the other side, which they hadn't noticed, a huge noise came from.

"Boom—" Something was slapping the ground, making a loud noise.

Almost instinctively, everyone turned their gaze in that direction.

The enormous sound came from a thick, terrifying snake tail, its dark green scales smashing against the already leveled ruins with terrifying force.

That was an extremely thick and enormous snake!

However, there was no time for them to lament or flee.

What greeted everyone was a pair of orange-yellow vertical pupils covered with crystal lenses.

They couldn't even sense the killing intent and coldness contained in those vertical pupils; everyone's thoughts seemed to freeze in place as if under Freezing Charm.

The transparent barriers that had been emanating from the tips of everyone's wands vanished like ripples on water, and their exclamations, warnings, and spells froze in their throats.

The densely packed wizard procession instantly turned into a lifeless gray-black. The petrification didn't even spread; the wizards froze on the spot simply by seeing those eyes.

Then, they collapsed in droves like frail, stiff corpses, making a dull thud.

In the sky, the Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon leaped into the clouds, his figure twisting and transforming into Sean's original form.

"Waaah—" Beside me, the skin on the neck and chin bulged out, and the Aero-Wing Bird, like a small hot air balloon, cried out pitifully.

"Ah, sorry little guy, I'll make it up to you when we get back—" Sean chuckled dryly and rubbed the bald head of the Aero-Wing Bird.

Sean had made arrangements before entering Baron Skinner's Park, such as the Shadow Bug for Trace Flash – he considered that the Shadow Bug on the ground might be less effective at Trace Flash due to their environment, so he left an extra one.

For Sean, who can use the Flying Charm and Transfiguration Fire Dragon, the sky is an excellent battlefield—after all, most wizards can only use Flying Broomstick or the less efficient High-Altitude Floating Charm.

He made the Aero-Wing Bird float in mid-air and placed the Shadow Bug on the other's back.

So, when Sean teleported over, he landed right on top of the Aero-Wing Bird —almost knocking the little guy unconscious...

Next, Sean transforms into the Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon to attract everyone's attention while simultaneously dropping the ring.

The clever Basilisk understood immediately and petrified everyone almost instantly.

"However, I didn't expect a surprise attack. Most of the people who attacked me were Death Eaters ..." High in the sky, Sean, who had turned into black mist, frowned.

When he transformed into the Ukrainian Ironbelly Dragon during the attack, he used Fire Dragon excellent eyesight to see the faces of many people clearly.

The Lestrange Brothers, Dolphin Rowle, Walton Macnair, and others who should have been imprisoned... these were all people Sean knew well.

Or rather, those people were sitting at the table when Sean was impersonating Voldemort to brainwash the Death Eaters.

Since Sean pretended to be possessed by Voldemort and then broke free, and then Barty Jr. Crouch. suddenly disappeared, he has never gathered the Death Eaters again, nor has he taken the initiative to contact them.

Sean had a vague idea that Voldemort had returned in some form, and the Returners had also gotten involved.

He was worried that contacting them rashly might cause him trouble.

Unexpectedly, these Death Eaters, who were once his "loyal subordinates," have returned to their original master's embrace so quickly and even came here to attack him.

This is one of the reasons why Sean is still so cautious; he is worried that Voldemort himself may have come to the scene.

However, it now appears that Voldemort only sent his subordinates.

Is it because he feels his abilities are average and he doesn't need to do it personally, or is he simply too busy to handle everything?

Sean frowned, raised his monoculars, and looked down.

"That's about enough... It's time to clean up the battlefield..." he muttered, as black smoke shot straight down.

On the ground, the once imposing wizards had turned into gray-black stones and lay scattered everywhere.

The enormous Basilisk moved at a speed disproportionate to its size as it chased after the few fish that had escaped its net.

There was no moon hanging high in the sky, but a tall Werewolf was still running in the gloomy forest.

Fenrir Greyback had already taken the form of Werewolf, and his reason was long since consumed by bloodlust and killing. However, as someone who was proud of his Werewolf identity and had a passion for attacking other wizards, Fenrir had never had any sense of reason in his head.

However, this Werewolf was now on all fours, his sharp claws digging into the mud, his foul-smelling mouth breathing heavily, as he fled in the most desperate way possible.

Simply put, while they may be bloodthirsty, animals' instincts prioritize survival.

"Crash—" A loud sound of trees falling and being pushed aside came from behind him. Fenrir didn't dare to look back at all and ran even faster.

As long as... as long as I can create even a little distance... I can Apparition and leave...

A thought was repeating itself in Fenrir's barren mind.

Perhaps the Basilisk had gone after others, or perhaps my prayers had worked; the sound of the trees collapsing behind me grew fainter and fainter.

Fenrir suppressed his howl, and his fleeing figure gradually slowed down, his Werewolf form quietly disappearing.

"Ha—" He gasped for breath, not even bothering to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and immediately pulled out his wand.

Apparition...

Before his joyful expression had completely faded, a curse came whistling through the air!

Fenrir, a slave of such power, was quite skilled in combat; he instinctively swung his wand to break the spell.

"Who?!" He stared wide-eyed, revealing his sharp teeth.

No one answered him; only more curses followed.

As Fenrir deflected the incoming spell, he rapidly sniffed, trying to pinpoint the enemy's location.

In the shadows, Sean calmly cast a spell, even having the leisure to jot down some things in his mind.

"The magic of Werewolf is no different from that of normal wizards. Ignoring other aspects, in terms of combat ability alone, Werewolf are more powerful than wizards of the same level due to their keen instincts and excellent sensory organs."

"Moreover, although this Werewolf, who is obsessed with power, is not very rational and is cruel and bloodthirsty, it must be admitted that his strength is far greater than that of Mr. Lupin, Werewolf who restrains himself."

"Of course, the drawbacks are also obvious. It only relies on combat instincts and is mostly based on intuition—it doesn't use its brain much when fighting."

"Furthermore, Fenrir has not changed much since I first met him, so the possibility of him being parasitized by Voldemort can be ruled out."

"That's about it... I can write it down in my Defense Against the Dark Arts notebook later..."

"It's time to finish him off."

Sean's eyes sharpened, and he quickly waved his right hand twice, sending two spells hurtling out one after the other, one of which even chased after the tail of the first spell.

Fenrir Wrath flung off the spell, shouting, "Come out here!"

With a loud bang, the spell behind it was also thrown off, but because it was too fast, it couldn't be knocked far away. The red light drilled into the ground beside Fenrir and then exploded violently.

Mud and stones flew at Fenrir, and just as he was about to swing his wand to knock them away, the two largest clods of earth suddenly twisted and changed shape.

The wolves that had transformed from mud pounced on it from the left and right.

"Damn it!" Fenrir roared as he tore the wolf on his left to shreds, but his right hand was viciously bitten by another wolf.

The wand in his right hand loosened its grip for a moment due to the pain.

Because of that brief moment, when he sensed the sudden surge of magical energy behind him, it was too late to retaliate.

Fenrir was sent flying, his wand flying from his hand. Before his body could even slide off the giant tree after crashing into it, another spell followed.

His pained expression froze on his face.

"Sure enough, capturing them alive is much more troublesome than killing them outright." Sean brushed the dirt off his shoulder and waved his wand.

The vines transformed into strong, sturdy ropes, binding Fenrir tightly.

"Remove Your Clothes." Sean cast another spell.

This can be considered a minor improvement on the Expelliarmus, utilizing some principles of the Scouring Charm.

The effect is as straightforward as the spell's name: it can strip the opponent naked...

Because of its outstanding effect, Sean was too embarrassed to tell others that he had improved the spell.

Of course, when facing an enemy, it is essential to remove all their coverings to prevent being ambushed by hidden Magical Item.

At that moment, Dave also sent a message: "The hunt is over. Pudding and I will wait for you here."

When Sean returned to the ruins of the Baron Skinner's Manor with the petrified Fenrir, he saw Wampus Cat leisurely licking its paws on a nearby hillside, Swooping Evil with blood-red eyes circled around it.

Sean walked over and saw the few fish that had slipped through the net, but it seemed that two of them were already dead.

Dave honestly confessed, "I couldn't stop myself and accidentally bit one to death—and the other one was killed by Pudding when I picked him up because he was too strong."

Sean shook his head helplessly; these two were just plain unlucky.

The Basilisk had now put its "glasses" back on and was coiled to one side, while a dense mass of petrified Dark Wizard lay on the ground.

Sean quickly checked them one by one, and sure enough, there were quite a few Death Eaters here.

However, Barty Jr.., Bella, or Regulus and the Malfoy couple were not seen.

Did they not come over, or did they not betray me? Sean raised an eyebrow, then casually Remove Your Clothes and threw them all into the ring.

"I'm leaving the guarding to you."

Once his companions were back in the ring, Sean walked back to the center of the ruins that had been razed to the ground.

Baron Skinner slowly emerged from the ground and then stared blankly at a spot.

That was where he and Corinna had placed their Blood Pact pendant earlier. The situation was urgent, Sean didn't have time to save the shattered Blood Pact.

It's no longer realistic to try to fix it now.

"Are you going to stay here or should I send you on your way?" Sean raised his wand, offering no words of comfort. "I have a way to kill ghosts."

Upon hearing Sean's words, Baron Skinner was clearly tempted.

However, he quickly shook his head sadly. "I... I dare not see Corinna... I deserve all of this... My last thoughts are gone... I... I may need more time to atone for my sins."

Ultimately, it's cowardice; she's afraid to face her former lover, even though Corinna may have already gone to the real underworld.

Sean shook his head. "Whatever you want, well, let's just consider it a deal between us. If I need to know any details about the Blood Pact in the future, I'll come to you again. In exchange, you can invite me to kill you at any time—when you have the guts to beg for Ms. Corinna's forgiveness."

Skinner bowed his head deeply, a mixture of gratitude and pain in his eyes. "Okay, okay, thank you..."

Sean shook his head again at the mess he had made, and finally turned into black smoke and soared into the sky.

Of course, I now have to face an even bigger problem.

On a gloomy, sunless island in the middle of a lake, at its center.

The transparent air suddenly distorted, and the Invisibility Cloak was lifted slightly, revealing Grindelwald's face.

He looked much older all of a sudden, but his arrogant and joyful temperament was still preserved.

"Why did I leave myself these clues in the first place..." Grindelwald remained shrouded in the Invisibility Cloak, stroking the object in his hand and muttering to himself.

Suddenly, he gave a strange smile.

"I never imagined that my hopes would be placed on someone else..."

"Sean, don't let me down."

He looked down at his palms.

It was Blood Pact that had completely lost its color and was now broken.