I'm Going to Kill It!

The Selma Lake Monster is a giant serpent that lives in the cold lakes of Norway.

While it cannot compare to the legendary Norway Sea, it is still an extremely powerful being among Magical Creatures.

Its size is even longer than that of a fire dragon.

Norway love to do fancy things; if they could find the Norway Sea, they would definitely capture it and use it as a mascot.

But this mascot brings a fatal crisis, namely the security issues of the Quidditch World Cup.

These mascots are, after all Magical Creatures, and many of them are quite dangerous.

But there are only so many Auror, and maintaining the safety of a camp of 100,000 people is a challenge. Naturally, no one can take care of these "little cuties" that each country brought with them.

Therefore, the wizard who deliberately released the mascot was incredibly accurate and ruthless, directly finding the fatal flaw of the Quidditch World Cup.

Little Tom likes a sense of ritual;

Arya loves big events;

Stark would have preferred both of them to die.

Therefore, considering all aspects, this seems very much like the work of that damned Arya.

Arya herself probably didn't come, so what was her purpose?

Everyone has a purpose in doing things.

Provoking William from afar... Arya shouldn't be that bored.

After all, she was "not long for this world," and might still have to fight Egypt's Beautiful Queen for control of her body.

William squinted, his hands in his pockets, deep in thought about the problem.

"What should we do, William?" Phoebe looked at the lake monster wreaking havoc in the camp with a worried expression.

"Its destructive power is too great! Even those Auror don't seem to be able to stop it!"

Hearing Phoebe's words, William snapped out of his reverie, glanced at the lake monster in the distance, and calmly said:

"I'll go kill it."

Just one simple sentence was enough to make Phoebe's heart flutter.

She knew, of course, that William was very powerful, even much more so than Madame Maxime.

Knowing his strength, I should have been mentally prepared, but hearing this answer... I still couldn't suppress the excitement in my heart.

William had Gabrielle hide inside the Safety Watch, from which he retrieved a bottle of dragon's blood mixed with malt whiskey.

I've kept these things for a year; I never thought they'd come in handy.

After he opened the bottle, the scent of dragon's blood mixed with whiskey instantly filled the camp.

Maxime's Abraxan broke free from its restraints once again, galloping wildly, chasing after the scent of malt.

The lead horse was the same black Abraxan William rode in France last year.

William gazed at the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves in the distance and chuckled softly, "This time, Madame Maxime won't blame me for stealing her horse, will she?"

Phoebe suddenly remembered what happened last time.

William spoke ill of Madame Maxime, but unfortunately, she overheard him.

The girl covered her mouth and laughed:

"If you really like it, I can get you one."

"Absolutely!" William gave a thumbs up. "But one horse isn't enough; we need at least fifty or sixty."

Phoebe rolled her eyes at him and said softly, "Then you might as well sell me off."

William suddenly remembered something, waved his wand, and a silver sea eagle flew out and soared into the distance.

He whistled, Abraxan galloped towards him, which he leaped onto.

Phoebe found a chestnut-colored Abraxan.

William smeared dragon blood on his palm, grabbed the mane, and said coldly, "Go!"

The dozen or so Abraxan all followed the two leading horses at high speed.

William did not immediately stop the lake monster, but instead circled around it and ran towards the hooded wizard.

These people deserve to die more than the Fantastic Beasts that destroyed the camp!

As the procession progressed, more wizards joined the marching group.

They laughed loudly and set the roadside tents on fire with their wands. The screams grew even louder.

Several people, all Muggle, were floating in the air. One was Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the other three were his wife and children.

A marcher raised his wand and turned Mrs. Roberts upside down. Her nightgown fell down, revealing her floral underwear.

The crowd below screamed and cheered with glee, and she struggled to cover her body.

The youngest Muggle child, sixty feet above the ground, began to spin like a top, his head limp and tilting to one side and then to the other.

The crowd burst into laughter, and the protester shouted, "Mudblood, go to hell, ha ha ha!"

Just then, the silver longsword came hurtling towards them without warning.

The protester who had tormented Mrs. Roberts had his hands suddenly pierced through. After a brief spin, the silver sword blasted a large hole, the size of a basket, into the ground.

Astride his Abraxan, William twisted his wand, and a long, thin flame emerged from its tip.

He brandished it like a whip, wrapping it around the parading wizard.

Several wizards raised their wands, attempting to stop William's attack.

William spread his right arm and thrust his wand forward, creating a fierce gust of wind. The ground was pulled by the magic, and many large stones were torn out and shot towards the crowd.

Upon seeing this, many wizards immediately Apparition away, especially those wearing hoods.

William showed no sign of slowing down, urging his Abraxan forward towards the wizards who attempted to resist.

When the Abraxan gallops, its long, dynamic, and powerful body is particularly prominent, almost crushing everything in its path.

The marching crowd, fearing retreat, was completely scattered.

"William!"

William waved his wand and saved the Roberts family, who had already fainted.

He dismounted from the Abraxan and examined it, saying:

"He's been frightened and needs to be taken to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries."

Phoebe nodded. "I'll take them away."

Just then, a shout rang out.

William turned his head and saw the twins and Ginny rushing towards him against the current.

"What are you doing here? Where is Mr. Weasley?" he asked.

"There!" Fred pointed to the raging lake monster in the distance. "They've gone to stop the monster."

"My dad, Bill, Charlie, and Percy all went," George said.

"William, Harry is missing!" Ginny exclaimed in alarm. "He was just with us!"

"What's going on?" William asked, frowning.

"There was just an attack, the fire came over, so we left the tent and headed towards the woods," Fred explained.

"Then, Harry and Ron disappeared," George continued.

"They probably got separated by the crowd; it's dark everywhere here," Phoebe explained.

"What do we do?" Ginny's eyes widened in horror. "Attacks are everywhere."

"The attack has subsided," William said softly. "I broke up the parade, Newt and the others are hunting Fantastic Beasts."

The riots will be brought under control soon.

He glanced at the still rampaging lake monster. It was the only one that posed a real problem.

"Harry and Ron can look for it later; I have more important things to do now."

William looked up at the sky; large patches of dark clouds were already gathering.

"You all go to Safety Watch and hide for a while. I'll finish the fight soon."

"Where are you going?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"Kill the lake monster!"

As everyone else entered the Safety Watch, William stood still, unsure of what he was waiting for.

After an unknown amount of time, a deafening scream suddenly echoed through the sky.

A giant Thunderbird suddenly appeared.

Hermione stood on the Thunderbird's head.

She has a fear of heights and doesn't even dare to fly her broomstick more than five meters high, but at this moment she is trying her best to overcome her fear and craning her neck to search for William's figure.

Fortunately, with Picquery in control, this unruly Thunderbird was kept relatively stable.

William's lips curled slightly; this was someone he had summoned using the Patronus Charm.

He mounted his horse, and as he passed the silver sword embedded in the ground, he gently trembled his left hand, and the sword Accio.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves rang out, and almost all the wizards who were dealing with the lake monster turned their heads away.

In everyone's eyes, a Abraxan with a black mane galloped towards them.

That colossal Abraxan, was so fast that its galloping displayed a dynamic and visually stunning beauty.

On the back of the Abraxan sat only an excessively young wizard.

Everyone stopped what they were doing in shock and stared intently at William.

He rode alone, wielding a silver sword, and galloped wildly through the ruins, charging headlong towards the lake monster.

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