Spider Animagus, Assassination

At the foot of the mountain.

Lucien and his two companions sat around the fire.

"The egg-laying process has been successfully completed; now we just need to wait for the eggs to hatch."

"Stanley, this is a vulnerable period for Thunderbird. The females are not in good condition, and the males will defend the nest. Poachers will definitely seize the opportunity. Please have you and the reserve manager reinforce the relevant measures."

Upon hearing Newt's words, Stanley nodded and solemnly replied:

"I understand, these things are done every year."

"Speaking of which, we were able to quickly resolve the Thunderbird's production issues thanks to Lucien."

Stanley glanced at Lucien beside him, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

"Your ability to communicate with Magical Creatures is unprecedented. It's thanks to you calming and communicating with that female Thunderbird that we were able to proceed so smoothly."

Lucien gently waved his wand, making the campfire burn brighter.

Thank you for your recognition. I'm glad I could help.

Stanley continued:

"And your potion-making skills are quite good too, saving us a lot of trouble. By the way, isn't your Hogwarts Potions Class professor Severus Snape?"

"Yes, it's Professor Snape."

"No wonder. I've met him a few times before. He's the youngest Potions Master, a very serious and learned person. Great teachers produce great students, so I suppose he has high expectations for you guys."

Lucien recalled scenes from typical Potions Class, the way Snape sprayed venom indiscriminately, and how he had verbally abused the young wizard to tears...

"Mr. Stanley, Professor Snape is very serious about our teaching and has strict requirements for operational procedures."

Yes, the requirements are indeed very high, but they teach real skills.

That makes a good teacher!

I really wonder how Professor Stanley teaches his classes, and how he corrects students' operational problems?

Ilvermorny sounds quite interesting; I'd love to visit it sometime.

"Rustle--"

The blades of grass rustled and made a sound.

Immediately afterward, a small black and white bird darted swiftly out of the bushes.

Two strong legs moved swiftly, lunging straight towards the base of a boulder.

"Waaah~"

The little bird pecked hard at the base of the boulder several times, but to no avail, and chirped twice in frustration.

Only then did it notice someone not far away. The little bird looked towards the fire, and after its gaze locked onto Lucien, it tilted its head.

"Huh?"

The little bird actually came closer, hopping and skipping to Lucien's side, and chirped softly a few times.

Didn't you catch dinner tonight?

Understanding what the little bird meant, Lucien couldn't help but smile. He took out a bag of dried insects from his pocket, which was food prepared for Magical Creatures like the Jobberknoll and the Diricawl.

After I pinched the food in my hand and handed it to the bird, it didn't hesitate and opened its mouth to eat it.

"Hehe, Lucien, your affinity with animals is just too amazing."

Stanley smiled upon seeing this, finding it quite amusing.

"This is a North American roadrunner, a bird known for its speed and ability to run. It feeds on spiders, frogs, and rodents, and rarely approaches humans..."

"That little guy was probably hunting just now, but it looks like he only managed to fill his stomach thanks to you."

Lucien listened with great interest to Stanley's explanations; he found these little encyclopedic facts quite fascinating.

As Lucien fed the runner, he turned his gaze to the boulder, the black vortex in his eyes slowly swirling.

spider?

The back of the boulder.

A black widow spider with a strange red lip pattern on its abdomen crawled out from the crevice.

It rubbed its forelegs, and in an instant, the spider's body twisted and enlarged.

She silently transformed into a stunning woman with black hair and red lips.

Shirley patted her ample chest and silently cursed, "Damn stupid bird!"

I was lying in wait, when suddenly a bird jumped out and almost pecked me to death.

Haha, if she really got eaten by a bird, she'd probably become the most hilarious Animagus to die.

Shirley quickly reviewed the team's plan in her mind.

The entire poaching team was mobilized for this operation, which had been planned for over half a year. The nearly forty-member wizard gang was definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Things are different now than they were decades ago. Several wizard wars have depleted the wizard population, and it's already quite impressive to be able to gather thirty or forty adult wizards.

Moreover, poachers are all people who live on the edge, and in a real fight, they would be far more ferocious than ordinary wizards.

Moreover, this time it might not even escalate into a major battle, because the most crucial element of the plan is Shirley herself.

As an unregistered, illegal Animagus, and with an animal form that is small and inconspicuous like a spider, Shirley is practically a born assassin.

Many of the team's successes were due to her infiltrating the target's vicinity, launching a surprise attack, and killing them instantly.

Newt Scamander is indeed powerful and troublesome; if that box of Magical Creatures were released, their team might not necessarily gain anything.

But no matter how many or how powerful those Magical Creatures, they still have to be released first.

Shirley was very confident; her casting speed was fast enough that she could kill Newt as soon as she made her move.

Even if they're really unlucky, they can still seriously injure Newt. Shirley can stop him from opening the box, and their companions will join in.

If this job goes through, Shirley can retire. Then she can go to the beaches of Hawaii, hold Alistair in her arms, and drink—that's life...

Shedding her fantasies, Shirley focused her attention on reality.

My thought just now was very brief, only a second or two.

Shirley drew her wand and took a soft breath.

She recalled Newt's location while simultaneously channeling her magic to reach her peak.

With a twist of her waist, Shirley stepped out from behind the boulder, her wand thrusting out.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A familiar green flash shot out from the tip of the staff, aimed directly at Newt Scamander's back.

If this Killing Curse hits Newt, their plan will be half complete!

However, Shirley had barely finished reciting the incantation, her red lips still closed.

The green light spell, which had only flown less than half a meter, was fiercely caught by a red laser!

A violent collision of magical energy suddenly occurred before Shirley, with magical sparks crackling and flashing.

"Varied..."

Shirley instinctively increased her magical output, trying to fight against this sudden curse.

But before she could utter even half a word, the red curse swallowed her Killing Curse like a giant python and struck her squarely in the chest.

An irresistible force struck, forcing Shirley's wand to fly out of her hand.

Shirley had just been disarmed when, in the next instant, a burst of azure lightning followed.

Excruciating pain and tingling numbness swept over her entire body in quick succession.

Shirley's consciousness immediately fell into a deep coma.

At the same time, dozens of Apparition sounds erupted all around.

A startled roar rang out:

"Shirley!"

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The instant the group of poachers appeared, a dozen or so of them reversed their wands and forcefully plunged the tips into the ground:

"Earth-Splitting Boundary!"

Lucien reacted the fastest; before the arcs of electricity crackling on his wand had even dissipated, new magic surged forth.

"Pierce All Directions"

Dozens of spears, condensed from light, coalesced and shot out in all directions in an instant.

The poachers were caught off guard by the attack and hastily cast spells to defend themselves.

To be fair, these were fugitives who had been engaged in illegal activities for years and walked a dangerous path, and they responded very quickly.

Protego were cast one after another, and some skilled individuals even helped their companions block attacks.

In other words, a few unlucky individuals who couldn't dodge in time and were pierced by the light spears, but they managed to avoid vital points and were still able to put up a fight.

Newt reacted quickly, sensing something was wrong before Lucien could act, and had already unlocked the briefcase.

Upon seeing a group of people who looked like poachers, Newt didn't hesitate at all and immediately lifted the box.

Several Magical Creatures had just sprung out, but they hadn't completely protected the three of them yet.

The magic used by the poachers has taken effect.

Several cracks suddenly appeared on the ground, separating Lucien and his two companions.

The next instant, a dark barrier rose up from the crack.

Newt stared at the barrier, his brow furrowed.

"Barrier?"

Newt's gaze swept over the dozen or so people around him, and a clear anger appeared in his usually gentle and friendly eyes.

With a flick of the wand, mysterious runes shot into the briefcase.

Immediately afterwards, five spirit cats, a Chimera, a Erumpent, and... emerged from the box.

Without glancing at the poachers again, Newt pointed his wand at the dark barrier and began to break it.

He believed the little ones were capable of handling the enemies, but Newt's biggest concern now was Lucien's safety.

Lucien was just a junior wizard who had only been studying for a year. Even if he was talented, he certainly lacked practical experience in dealing with this group of vicious desperados.

Newt prayed that the Magical Creatures he had released earlier would temporarily protect the child, and that everything would be fine once the barrier was lifted on his side.

On the other side.

Lucien was surrounded and protected by a Occamy.

The Occamy was the first to fly out of Newt's box; it had grown thicker than a tree and was warily watching the wizards around it.

Lucien patted the Occamy coiled around him, which hissed softly.

Lucien also understood the meaning of the Occamy's call:

Don't be afraid.

Lucien smiled slightly.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside? I'm afraid you might get hurt."

For some reason, the Occamy instinctively obeyed Lucien's command, arching its body to let Lucien out of its protective circle.

In that short time, Lucien saw a brown-haired man appear beside the boulder.

The man was casting healing magic on the black woman on the ground.

Yes, the black woman; that woman was as black all over as her black hair.

Lucien had previously captured a fleeting Magic Circuit within the spider's body behind the boulder using his Eye of Magic Sight.

It was probably startled by the passing runner that it revealed its magic.

Thanks to Scabbers's contribution, I am now much more familiar with the Magic Circuit of Animagus.

Sure enough, the spider transformed back into a wizard.

Lucien merely glanced in the direction of the boulder, then casually tapped the nearby rocks and trees with his wand.

The brilliance of the Transfiguration instantly shone.

Aiden, who was in the poacher group, felt a sudden unease when he saw this.

Before today's operation, Aiden felt his heart pounding.

Seeing that Shirley had failed and was so badly injured by magic, Aiden felt increasingly uneasy.

Although Aiden wasn't particularly strong, he had an extraordinary ability to foresee danger and always managed to avoid it.

This is also a major reason why he was able to secure a place for himself in the team.

Aiden was actually considering a righteous retreat, but after seeing Shirley's miserable state, Aiden knew it was hopeless.

Not only because we've come this far, there's no turning back now, and the plan can't be abandoned halfway.

There's another crucial reason...

Aiden's gaze toward Alistair became complicated.

This boss is a hopeless romantic.

"You brat!"

Alistair roared, stood up, and stared wide-eyed at Lucien.

But the next second, the chill that hit him instantly brought him to his senses.

More than a dozen blood-red blades shot straight toward his chest, abdomen, and face. Alistair instinctively swung his staff and cast a spell, instantly setting up Shield Charm.

"Ding ding ding--"

A clear and melodious sound rang out, but the music sent a chill down Alistair's spine.

That young boy looked so young, how could he be so decisive?

The other poachers also abandoned their joking attitude and became wary of Lucien.

Because in addition to the blood-stained blades in front of Alistair, they were also attacked to varying degrees.

"Grab him! He's definitely Newt's grandson; then Newt won't have to resist!"

At Alistair's command, he boosted morale while making the most accurate assessment on the surface.

The child who can follow Newt Scamander must be someone of extraordinary status. If we can capture him alive, it will definitely make Newt hesitate to act rashly.

Immediately afterwards, various Disarming Charm, Binding Charm, slowing spells, and other less damaging spells were fired at Lucien.

In an instant, various magical lights burst forth, inevitably stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Bang!"

The loud gunshot caught the poachers off guard.

Perhaps it's a unique custom in the United States, but some wizards are quite fond of playing with guns, especially these outlaws who occasionally carry one or two handguns just in case.

"Which bastard fired that shot? I said I'd capture him alive!"

"Roar!"

A powerful dragon's roar echoed in the poachers' ears.

Then, the scorching dragon's breath dispersed the dust, revealing the figure of the young man.

A Fire Dragon, a Graphorn, a Wampus Cat, and an Acromantula.

Seeing these Magical Creatures that suddenly appeared, the poachers around them were on high alert.

If they were just ordinary Magical Creatures, that would be one thing, but these Magical Creatures in front of us are all genuinely dangerous creatures!

Which of these species doesn't have a few murders on its hands?

The poachers had no idea where these Magical Creatures had come from, and they were now at a loss as to how to capture the young wizard alive.

Moreover, some observant people noticed that the young wizard was carrying a... revolver?

Was he the one who fired that shot?!

"Soren!"

Aiden gasped in shock as he saw his nearest companion lying in a pool of blood.

The poacher's legs were both severed, but he didn't scream because he had already fainted from the pain.

Lucien looked at the several Magical Creatures in front of him.

Yes, Magical Creature Transfiguration, can Transfiguration faster, and can maintain an increased number of shapes at the same time.

Suddenly remembering something, Lucien took out a black and gold gourd, opened the lid,

"Norbert, why don't you come out and practice your skills too?"