Wormtail's corpse lay on the ground, his lifeless eyes staring straight up at the sky.
Blood soon pooled beneath him.
Black merely watched coldly. Only after a long while did he mutter a curse under his breath, turn, and leave.
He had no time to waste here. There was still so much he had to do.
He lunged forward again, transforming into that large, sleek-coated dog. Only then did Black suddenly realize that the mist seemed to have vanished completely from his sight.
When he had first assumed his Animagus form earlier, Peter's scent had made him disregard everything else.
Now that he had finally taken his revenge, Black noticed the strange phenomenon.
Turn into a dog... and the mist disappears?
He remembered his peculiar trait. Ohhhhh...
The big black dog rose onto his hind legs and looked around for a while, only to spot Zhang standing atop a tall pile of rubble in the distance, gleefully throwing a little hammer.
Every throw struck a Death Eater. In no time at all, he had hit at least a dozen people.
Clearly, the mist did not seem to be hindering him either.
Black thought it over and decided that this strange mist might have something to do with the young wizard. Lowering his head, he ran toward Zhang Xiao. He had to find the young wizards who had become separated as quickly as possible.
Neville's round face was filled with fury. He struggled to hold on, deflecting the spells hurtling toward him with the longsword his senior brother had given him. He had followed Bellatrix Lestrange's laughter here.
But after only a few exchanged words, several more figures had appeared behind Bellatrix: her husband's younger brother, Rabastan Lestrange, and Amycus Carrow and his sister!
"Well, look who we have here!"