Sean's shooting practice over the summer paid off. Alecto Carrow let out a scream and collapsed, but Sean did not hesitate. He held the pistol steady and emptied the magazine directly into the woman.
Even with a compact pistol, the gunshots so close to his ears still left Sean's eardrums ringing.
It made it difficult for him to hear what was happening beside him.
When facing Sean's enemies, Dave displayed every bit of his savage nature. Though the Swooping Evil had only been hatched for a month, it directly withstood the spell Amicus Carrow had hastily cast.
The spell struck Dave, but the Swooping Evil's exceptionally high Magic Resistance only made it let out a pained hiss. Then Dave's eyes grew even more crimson, and the mutated red patterns on its tail lit up at once.
Before he could cast a second spell, Amicus saw darkness engulf his vision. It was a gaping maw lined with sharp teeth, and he did not even have time to scream.
Amicus's voice was choked off in the throat Dave had clamped down on. A bubbling gurgle came from his windpipe as blood bubbles burst.
His hands gradually went limp, and his wand fell to the ground.
The last trace of consciousness Amicus Carrow retained was an incomparable agony—his skull was viciously crushed between teeth.
He died.
Enduring the ringing in his ears, Sean quickly removed the magazine and replaced it with a fresh one.
"Dave, don't eat that thing. Eating a moron's brain like his will give you diarrhea."
He called out to the Swooping Evil, which was crouched atop Amicus's motionless body.
Dave turned its head. Its mouth was stained blood-red, white bone fragments and scarlet flesh clinging to its gleaming fangs.
Dave cast one reluctant glance at Amicus's shattered head, then