Batman's Owl Godfather

"Qiang Qiang!"

With a bang, Katum appeared next to Bruce. He raised his wings and shouted, "Heroes are here!"

"Are you awake?" Bruce said lightly.

"Hey, what are you talking about? It's too late! Go over there."

Katum let Bruce squeeze aside and sat down next to him.

"Has the game started yet?" Katum asked.

"No, it will take about an hour," Bruce said.

At this time, everyone around them was busy with their own affairs. Harry was chatting with a house elf named Dobby, the Weasley family was greeting acquaintances, and Hermione and Ginny went somewhere unknown.

Bruce told Katum what he had just heard about the witch hunt.

"Unknown magical creatures?" Katum thought for a while, "It's hard to judge. There are a lot of strange stories in the United States."

Especially the curses left by the native Indians.

In addition, the United States itself is a country of immigrants, and all the black magic from all over the world goes there. It is simply a natural refining ground.

"But since we're in the UK, we don't have to worry too much... right?"

Katum didn't have much confidence when he said this.

The British Empire was known as the sun never sets, and there were countless grievances and grievances. Today's Britain may not be able to resist the random monsters of revenge.

In a world of magic and ghosts, resentment can really kill people.

…

An hour later, the Quidditch final began.

Regarding this game, Bruce said it was very exciting, but if you ask him why it was so exciting, he couldn't tell.

What impressed him most about the whole game was the cheerleading square composed of a hundred Veela before the game. That wonderful performance, Bruce thought, he might never forget it in his life.

The final result of the game was that the Irish team won, but it was the Bulgarian team's Krum who caught the Golden Snitch.

Everyone watched with great satisfaction. This game lived up to the Ministry of Magic's year-long preparation.

When Bruce followed the crowd and left the stadium, the loud singing was still ringing in his ears. Harry and Ron were still discussing the game just now. They seemed to think that there were a few foul calls that were wrong.

Under such circumstances, Bruce returned to his tent.

"Katum, how do you feel about this game?" Bruce said while sleeping on the bed.

"Veela are beautiful." Katum's comment hit the nail on the head.

"I knew you were thinking about this and you were useless!"

Bruce sneered a few times, then turned over and prepared to sleep. When he closed his eyes, the hundred Veela seemed to be dancing in front of his eyes.

Batboy considers himself not a womanizer, but Veela's unique charm can attract every man without distinction.

So don't blame Bruce, it's normal to think about Veela before going to bed.

Unknowingly, he fell into sleep.

Bruce didn't know how long he slept, but Mr. Weasley's cry woke him.

"Get up! Kids, get up! There's an emergency."

Bruce opened his eyes suddenly, kicked off his feet, and jumped up from the bed. This vigorous movement even stunned the anxious Mr. Weasley for a few seconds.

There was still noisy noise outside the tent, but it was not singing, but the sound of screams and people running in panic.

"What happened?" Bruce asked.

"No time to explain!"

Mr. Weasley pulled Harry and Ron up, who were half asleep, "Hurry up and put on your clothes, let's run!"

When Bruce ran out of the window, he saw a chaotic crowd of people fleeing. His ears were filled with loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts.

A group of black-robed wizards stood tightly together, everyone pointed their wands upward, and moved forward together, slowly moving on the field.

They wore hoods on their heads and masks on their faces. They laughed wildly and used their wands to pick up a few fleeing wizards and hang them in the sky, playing like they were conducting music.

There was an unexplained commotion in the camp, but Bruce felt a little strange.

"Aren't there a hundred thousand of us?"

He asked Katum in confusion, "These thugs can only be more than a hundred people at most. Even if most of the wizards have gone back, there are still ten or twenty thousand people left. If each one of them spits, they can drown these thugs." ?”

At this time, some tents had been set on fire. Under the light of the fire, the people taking refuge ran without even looking back.

"British characteristics, just get used to it."

Katum thought it was normal. In the Muggle World Cup, there would also be abstract incidents of 200 Russian fans chasing 2,000 British fans.

Panic has completely spread, and other wizards have lost the idea of ​​resisting and just run for their lives in panic.

This only made the thugs more aggressive, laughing and attacking the crowd wantonly.

In fact, there were some brave wizards around, holding magic wands and trying to rush forward, but the thugs controlled many hostages and made them afraid to attack casually.

Bruce could no longer see, the nanoparticles spreading across his skin.

"Katum, wake up Harley," he said.

After activating the Speed ​​Force, Bruce is confident that he will defeat all these people in one second without harming any hostages.

But before there was time to wait for Katum's answer, a sudden change occurred.

Rumble, rumble——

A strange sound sounded around, and it was not made by the gangsters.

The sound was a bit like a drum, but more like the sound of some creature rolling on the ground.

"What's going on!"

Someone in the mob screamed like this, but no one could give him an accurate answer.

Katum suddenly patted Bruce on the shoulder and motioned him to look in a direction.

"Bruce, look there!"

Bruce looked over and saw a footprint quickly appearing on the ground. The footprint was a bit like a donkey's hoof, and the ground would be burned red wherever it passed.

This line of footprints rushed forward. If someone along the way did not avoid it, but rolled over directly, leaving a row of hoof prints on the person's body, contacting the skin, making a sizzling burning sound.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Several thugs were burned by hoof prints and rolled on the ground desperately in pain. Other thugs did not know why, but subconsciously stayed away from these people.

The greatest fear is often the fear of the unknown.

The thugs looked around with their wands raised. Now, they also experienced the panic of the wizards just now.

"Go!" Mr. Weasley seized the opportunity and led the children away from the center of the chaos.

The hoof prints were still rampaging. It not only attacked the black-robed thugs, but also attacked indiscriminately, and there was no sign of stopping.

Bruce followed Mr. Weasley's footsteps and left for a safe place, but when he passed a bush, he retreated slightly and left the big team silently.

Katoom flew from another corner, and they ran back to the center of the chaos.

"What on earth is that?"

Bruce asked as he ran, "Is it an invisible magical creature? Like the Thestrals!"

"There are so many invisible creatures!" Katoom shouted, "Have you heard of the Harassment Fly? It's also invisible!"

"Go to Harassment Fly, don't think I don't know that it was made up by "The Quibbler"!"

Bruce hurried back to the chaotic scene, which was completely in a sea of ​​fire, and screams came one after another.

The footprints were still running wildly, and almost everyone who didn't have time to escape was branded with hoof prints, and they were coming towards Bruce.

"Hurry up and show yourself!"

Bruce didn't have time to take out his wand to pretend, and he shouted the spell directly.

A flash of white light passed by, and Bruce clearly saw that the Apparition spell hit the other party, but it didn't work at all, and the invisible was still invisible.

The spell hit but didn't work, this situation was obviously wrong.

Bruce gritted his teeth, and the nanoparticles instantly covered his whole body. Now it was time for Batman to appear.

However, at this moment, Katum interrupted him.

"Wait! Bruce!" said the owl, "Look there!"

Where?

Bruce stopped transforming, turned around to avoid the oncoming footprints, and then looked in the direction Katum pointed.

He saw a person.

A man wearing a blue-gray jacket, who didn't look like a wizard at all, was sitting on a stone in the distance, watching the chaos here with interest.

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He was like a pure spectator, enjoying people's panic.

When he saw people running away frantically, his smile became even happier.

Bruce didn't know who this person was, but he knew that the chaos at this time was definitely related to this guy.

Let's catch the leader first!

Bruce no longer hesitated, and directly Apparated behind the man.

He took out the Supreme Wand and pressed against the other's throat.

"Oh oh oh! Be careful!"

The man had no will to resist, and immediately raised his hands and surrendered to Bruce.

His movements were so skillful that people wondered if he was a Frenchman.

"Who are you?" Bruce said in a low voice, "Did you provoke that thing?"

"It's confusing!" Katum whispered on Bruce's shoulder, "You haven't become Batman yet, don't suppress your voice when you speak."

Bruce raised his eyebrows and naturally changed his voice back.

There was no way, the scene of threatening people from behind was too visual, so he unconsciously replaced the identity of Batman.

He held the Supreme Wand tightly and continued to hold the other person's throat.

"Be careful, brother!"

The man raised his hand higher, "Even a branch can kill people, okay!"

"Answer me, who are you!" Bruce said viciously.

"Your question is too much!" The man was aggrieved, "Didn't I come with you? Now you are asking me who I am?"

Come together?

Bruce suddenly realized that this guy was the eleventh person before.

At this time, Katum had seen the other person's face clearly, and he suddenly froze in place, as if he had already known the other person's identity.

"I just want to play a joke on you."

The man continued, "That demon is not a heavyweight monster. Since you are wizards, you should be able to solve it quickly."

"Play a joke?" Bruce was angered by the man's tone.

What is a joke? Taking the safety of innocent people for fun, is it also called a joke!

Bruce wanted to stab this guy to death with his wand.

At this moment, Katum's voice sounded in his ears.

"Bruce, I know who he is."

Katum said, "You try to test him first, say the name Tricky."

"Tricky?"

Bruce had never heard of this name, but he still chose to believe Katum and called out the Tricky Monster.

The man's expression changed instantly, first doubt, then surprise.

"You know me!"

He said with a smile, "I thought your world was completely different from ours. It seems that there are still people like me, otherwise how could you recognize it at once!"

The Tricky Monster is a monster from "Supernatural". Its prototype comes from the mischievous gods in various myths and legends.

For example, Loki in Norse mythology, the spider god in West African mythology, etc.

The Tricky Monster can create real things out of nothing, and can also make them disappear in an instant.

It usually has no purpose in its actions, just for fun, and can do a lot of abstract operations for this purpose.

For example, creating aliens to rape male college students, raising crocodiles in sewers, and disguising as evil ghosts.

But because the actions are generally not serious, these jokes often become deadly jokes.

Katum continued to teach Bruce how to answer.

"It's your method that exposed you! Target those arrogant people, and then let them suffer the consequences!" Bruce shouted angrily, "Just like we did with those self-righteous thugs just now, let them become the victims in an instant!" The way to kill the Tricky Monster is to use a sharpened branch to pierce their heart. Bruce accidentally used the magic wand to hold the throat of the Tricky Monster, and he was actually close to the correct answer. "Don't you think they deserve it?" The Tricky Monster shrank his neck back, "They created the chaos first, I just took advantage of the situation!" "But you are attacking indiscriminately!" This sentence was not taught by Katum, but Bruce's own point of view. He has never had a good impression of this kind of character who enjoys the suffering of others and the chaos of society. If there is a similar existence in Gotham, he is afraid that he will be so angry that he can't sleep. Unfortunately, there is really one in Gotham. Let's get back to the topic. Bruce has moved the magic wand to the heart of the Tricky Monster at this time. If the other party moves slightly, he will stab the magic wand into his heart. "Take back the monster you conjured! If you stop now, I can spare your life!"

He had no psychological burden at all for killing such a monster.

"Really?" Tricky said tremblingly, "As long as I take it back, will you really spare my life?"

"That's right!" Bruce shouted, "Take it back quickly!"

Tricky lowered his head, as if he was thinking about it. After a while, he raised his head.

"But I refuse!"

"What?"

Bruce didn't expect this refusal. Is there really someone who would give up his life for fun?

"My favorite thing about Tricky is to say no to self-righteous people like you!"

Tricky laughed, "Life is precious, but fun is more valuable! And this guy was not created by me. He already existed. I just brought him here!"

After that, Tricky's body disappeared on the spot and appeared at the end of Bruce's sight the next second.

"I heard them call you Bruce, right?" Tricky opened his hands, "I want to see how good you are despite your fierce attitude."

He was obviously going to attack Bruce.

Bruce felt a flash before his eyes, and the next second, he saw a hundred coolly dressed veelas, calling his name in sweet voices.

The veelas brought a gust of fragrant wind, opened their arms, and rushed towards Bruce.