I Hate Avada Kedavra!

The closer you get to the island, the stronger the storm becomes. Dark clouds obscure the sky, making it seem like the end of the world is coming.

After an unknown amount of time, William was the first to break through the dark and gloomy Water Tornado, and a moment later, the four riders appeared in succession.

Madame Maxime's Abraxan is truly a rare breed, raised on a lavish diet of malt whisky, far superior to Hagrid's poorly-fed Thestral.

Even amidst raging winds and torrential rain, they remain as steadfast as rocks. During flight, they display a highly dynamic visual beauty, their manes, washed by rain, trembling rhythmically with their muscles.

William tightened the horse's mane, raised its hooves, and for a moment, the horse's neighing drowned out the sound of the rain.

The Werewolf standing guard in the rain suddenly looked up, his face showing surprise.

Beneath the dark clouds appeared five enormous horses, each as large as an elephant. On the head of the Abraxan, a young wizard with flowing robes stood.

He took a step forward and leaped from the sky.

William remained ramrod straight, like a spear, as he charged towards the Werewolf brow was furrowed.

The Werewolf chuckled, lowered his head to reach for his ebony wand, and when he looked up again, his eyes were filled with horror... The young wizard had vanished without a trace.

In the next scene, a giant eagle appeared in front of the Werewolf, its huge claws gripping his neck and lifting him up.

The Werewolf, accustomed to evil, had never suffered such humiliation. He pounded his fists on the eagle's steel claws.

To no avail. Moments later, the Werewolf's legs gave way, as if it were convulsing, and its face turned from red to a sickly bluish-purple as it struggled to breathe.

William slammed the Werewolf to the ground. After landing, he transformed from a sea eagle into a human, gripped his wand in his right hand, and aimed it at the Werewolf's head.

"Don't kill me!" The Werewolf coughed a few times and hurriedly lay down on the ground begging for mercy.

William stared at this ferocious and horrified face and asked coldly, "Where is the person you arrested?"

"Inside the cave... I can lead the way... I can..."

Oh, goodbye!

Avada Kedavra!

A flash of green light appeared, Werewolf collapsed to the ground, his face still showing a look of terror.

William didn't feel too bad about using the Avada Kedavra curse for the first time; in fact, he felt a slight sense of regret.

A pack of Werewolf... indiscriminately seize young children, turning them into Werewolf, selling them, or keeping them as their subordinates.

These scum... isn't it a bit too easy to let them die so easily?

Is there really such a good thing in the world?!

The five Abraxan landed on the ground, and before they could even settle, Hermione jumped down and ran towards William.

Upon seeing the Werewolf corpse, the girl shrank back in fear, but didn't stop. She approached, hugged William, and whispered words of comfort:

"Anne and Gabrielle will definitely be fine!"

Phoebe hugged herself tightly, staring at the dead body, feeling a chill run through her body, but then her eyes gradually hardened...

The Werewolf Mormont was exceptionally excited. The Werewolf's clean and swift defeat gave her a sudden and immense joy she had never experienced before.

She stared intently at William's retreating figure.

William looked up at the seemingly endless rain curtain and said solemnly, "I will stay here and lure all the Werewolf out."

Mormont, lead the way. You two go in and find Anne and Gabrielle... Be careful!

The three nodded quickly.

William waved his wand, casting Disillusionment Charm on them. With his current magical skill, the Werewolf would have no chance of discovering Hermione and the others.

"Go ahead, and be careful!" William repeated.

Hermione wrapped her arms around William's neck, gave him a hard kiss, and then resolutely left, running towards the cave without hesitation.

"It's just the two of us now." William patted the black dog's head.

This time, the black dog didn't resist. Instead, it stared blankly at the Werewolf's corpse, lost in thought.

A moment later, the black dog suddenly looked up at the young man with a grim face... He was momentarily dazed, as if he saw Dumbledore's figure, which slowly overlapped with the boy's.

William pointed his wand at the sky, shooting out a white beam of light. Brilliant fireworks exploded in the sky, their deafening roar echoing through the air.

After the fireworks, William's clear and melodious voice echoed across the island, "You're all surrounded! Come out and die, you damned bastards!"

The black dog silently gazed at the sky, wanting to remind William that Werewolf and dogs were two different species, with a difference even greater than that between humans and dogs.

He might as well curse, he wanted to curse even after Anne was arrested! But why broaden the scope of the attack and involve the dog?

What did I do to you?! Did I eat your dog food, or... well, he actually did eat someone else's dog food.

Such a commotion naturally reached the Werewolf inside the cave. Soon, two streams of people surged out from both sides of the cave.

They held their wands, but instead of attacking immediately, they searched for the Auror.

Auror... France Auror... they'll probably arrive late, after all.

William smiled, arrogantly beckoned, and gestured for the Werewolf to come over without hesitation.

The hook hand's provocation was indeed at its maximum; the first wave of spells was already upon them. William waved his wand, summoning a silver shield.

The shield, struck by the spell, swayed for a moment but remained standing. At the same time, William's wand emitted a sharp blue beam of light.

One Werewolf's expression changed drastically, his body leaned back, and a spell swept past, piercing two Werewolf behind him with the blue spell, causing them to fall to the ground.

William Apparition, easily dodging the second wave of dazzling light.

A burly man spun around and swung his wand violently, but William was faster, a red light streaking through the air.

The burly man's massive body flew sideways, and the sound of his shoulder cracking was quite horrifying.

The three Werewolf who were about to charge in realized something was wrong and immediately stopped and retreated.

William Apparition behind a person, raised his left hand, a cold glint flashed, and a head was ripped off the body, rolling away like a watermelon after landing.

William, silver sword in his left hand and wand in his right, murmured, "I think I know why Gandalf loved melee combat... because it's really fun!"

Enraged, one of the Werewolf shot out a green beam of light. William raised his right hand, and the head, smeared with blood, flew back into the air, landing precisely in the path of Avada Kedavra.

His head exploded with a bang, but the splattered blood did not scatter. Instead, under William's magical pull, the blood droplets condensed Transfiguration a single, thin silver needle.

A Werewolf nearby suddenly warned, "Watch out!"

But the Werewolf who cast the Killing Curse was still too slow to react; his head swung back, and a small burst of blood shot out of one of his eyeballs.

He covered his eyes and screamed in agony.

With a flick of his wand, William sent the silver needle, Transfiguration from blood, flying like a butterfly, easily piercing the other eyeball before exploding with a deafening roar.

With a crisp cracking sound, the Werewolf collapsed to the ground, its head lolling to one side.

Blood droplets scattered on the ground resembled a stunning painting rendered in scarlet dye.

Vibrant and eye-catching!

William didn't even glance at the corpse. He took out a piece of paper, wiped the blood off his face, threw it on the body, and walked away slowly.

In an instant, all the Werewolf on the island were terrified and retreated. Many even moved stealthily, trying to use their Apparition to escape this dangerous place.

Standing in the rain, William drawled, "Do you know why I hate Avada Kedavra?"

Killing you like that would be too quick; you'd hardly experience the pleasure of death. Only a dull, slow death allows you to witness the most authentic and uglier aspects of your dying moments...

Come on! Kill me! You bunch of bastards... I'll make you feel pain, and know... that's the last thing you'll ever feel!

William was clearly smiling, but his blood-stained red clothes and the undisguised, overwhelming murderous aura he exuded were enough to send chills down one's spine!

Not only the Werewolf, but even the black dog couldn't help but shiver. He was seriously considering... whether to find a different little wizard to be his pet dog?

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