Batman's Owl Godfather

Bruce drew his Batstaff.

This thing that he had been researching for a long time but could not find any use for it finally came in handy.

How can something blessed by God’s vengeful spirit not be considered the power of God?

Of course, how to use this thing is also a problem now.

Bruce couldn't activate the power within it, and could only use him as a short stick at best.

But sticks also have uses of sticks.

Come on!

Bruce jumped up, his feet strengthened by nanoparticles. He grasped the Batstaff with both hands and stabbed it down like a dagger.

"Oh--"

When he stabbed the staff, Bruce heard a sneer in his ears.

That was the laughter from Gabriel. As expected, this guy didn't go far and was watching from the side.

He laughed at Bruce's recklessness and ignorance. When the spell was ineffective, he actually used the staff to act as a melee mage.

Bruce ignored this. Gabriel would soon be able to see whether his actions were of any use.

prick--

The bat staff stabbed the Devon Demon in the eye, and countless black smoke instantly poured out from the wound instead of the blood he imagined.

The demon struggled violently and threw Bruce away.

Bruce spun around in the air and landed safely.

Gabriel's laughter disappeared, which proved that what Bruce had accomplished was completely beyond his imagination.

The Devonshire Devil roared crazily, and the sound echoed throughout the swamp.

The black smoke is constantly entangled in mid-air, twisting and deforming, like a pool of amorphous creatures, experiencing the pain of death.

"It works!" Katum shouted in Bruce's mind.

As the black smoke continued to pour out, the Devon Demon's body seemed to be emptied out, his movements became slower and slower, and finally he fell to the ground with a bang.

Its body began to shrink, and finally turned into a dead coyote, no longer as terrifying as before.

Bruce stretched out his hand, cast the flying curse, and took back the bat staff.

The Devon Demon is dead, but not cleanly.

The twisted black smoke in the sky was obviously its true form. Bruce raised his head, his face not at all relaxed.

He is still waiting for the final results.

Although it is indeed the power of God, they are two worlds after all. Whether the bat staff can completely kill the devil depends on what happens next.

But fortunately, Bruce was not disappointed.

The black smoke gathered together and roared across the swamp. It kept twisting and struggling, but it could not change the fact that it gradually dissipated.

As Bruce watched all the way, the black smoke finally dissipated.

"Successful."

Bruce looked at the Bat Staff and said softly, "It seems to be effective."

He raised his head and asked loudly: "Gabriel, have you guessed the ending?"

No one answered.

Gabriel is probably really gone this time.

…

Hermione held Ginny's hand and ran with her friends in the dark.

She could hear children crying, nervous shouts and voices echoing in the cold night air.

"Ouch!"

Hermione heard a scream that sounded like Ron's.

"What's going on?"

She stopped suddenly, "Ron, where are you? Oh, we are so stupid - fluorescent flashing!"

She lit her wand and illuminated the path with the narrow beam of light.

Ron lay on the ground, curled up in a ball, and Harry stood aside, clutching his stomach. The two seemed to have bumped into each other in the dark.

Just then——

"Wait! Where's Bruce!"

Only then did Hermione realize that Bruce was no longer around.

Ron rubbed his head and climbed up: "George and Fred are also missing, but they should be fine."

"We have to find Bruce!" Hermione shouted. "He is alone and doesn't know if he is in danger."

Harry said with a grimace: "But where can we find it..."

"Hello--"

Before he could finish his words, he heard a call from afar. When he turned around, he saw Bruce running towards them while waving.

"Bruce!"

Hermione screamed, ran over quickly, and slapped Bruce on the head.

"Where did you run away!" Her voice was loud, but a little incoherent, and she could even hear a faint cry. "If something happens to you, what will you tell me when you go back?"

"I'm actually not far away, but I can't see you."

Bruce apologized and said, "If you had turned on the fluorescent light earlier, I would have discovered you earlier."

Hermione suddenly stopped talking.

She felt it was her fault for not thinking of the fluorescent spell earlier, and Miss Know-It-All didn't work this time.

"You shouldn't blame yourself, Hermione," Bruce said. "It was my fault. I went astray in the dark."

"Of course it's your problem!"

Hermione patted Bruce's head again, finally not as grimacing as before.

At this time, the sound of apparation came from the side, and the voice of an adult wizard rang out.

"Are you guys okay?"

Bruce turned around and saw that it was Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports.

He was apparating everywhere at this time, helping with the evacuation of the scene.

"We're fine, Mr. Bagman," Hermione said, "We just encountered a small situation."

"That's good. You have to be careful. There's big trouble now."

Bagman didn't explain in detail what happened, but Bruce knew it was about the Devon Demon.

It seems that the other party does not know that the demon has been eliminated.

"You have arrived at a safe place now. It is best not to run around, otherwise if you get separated-"

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden explosion in the distance.

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Everyone looked in the direction of the explosion and saw something shining green hanging on the horizon in the distance.

It was a huge skull pattern with a large python wrapped around it.

Bagman's expression instantly turned to horror.

"The Dark Mark!"

He shouted loudly, but soon frowned again.

"Something feels wrong."

He carefully observed the pattern on the horizon and found that the pattern was indeed very similar to the Dark Mark, with elements of skulls and pythons, but there were fundamental differences in structure.

The pattern of the Dark Mark is a skull spitting out a python like a tongue, but this pattern is a symbiosis between the skull and the python.

mischief? !

Mr. Bagman's face turned livid. How could someone make such a bad joke at this time?

It must not be tolerated!

Without saying another word, he apparated away, leaving Bruce and the other five waiting there, looking at each other.

"What was that just now?" Ron said first, "I heard the word Dark Mark."

"Well...I saw the Mark of the Dark in "The Rise and Fall of Dark Arts."

Hermione rubbed her chin and said, "But something feels wrong."

Ginny stood aside and looked around. She didn't care what the Dark Mark was, she just wanted to go home quickly.

Several children were waiting here and did not run around.

Soon, a fierce quarrel came from a distance. Bruce looked back and found Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, escorting the Weasley twins over.

Mr. Weasley was also on the side, arguing loudly with Crouch.

"Listen, Barty!"

Mr. Weasley's tone was obviously angry, "George and Fred do love to play pranks, but what just happened was definitely not their doing! I can guarantee this with my personality!"

"Arthur, this is not something you and I can decide!"

Crouch flashed the wand in his hand and said, "Did you see it? This is your son's wand. It has traces of bones reappearing on it!"

"We just fainted!" George shouted. "Someone used my wand!"

"Really?" Claudy said with a stern face, "You can save these words for the jurors!"

"It's really not me, I don't even know that spell!"

George always insisted on his story, but Barty Crouch didn't listen at all.

As they passed Bruce and the others, Mr. Weasley noticed the children.

"So you are here."

He lowered his head and said, "The riot is over. You go back to your tent first. I can handle it. Don't worry."

After that, he followed Barty Crouch with a serious face. He wanted to ensure that his children would not be treated unfairly.

"Wow!"

When Mr. Arthur walked away, Ginny suddenly cried softly.

"George and Fred are going to Azkaban!" she sobbed. "I'll never see them again."

Ginny is actually a very brave girl, but the scene just now still scared her.

In the end, it's all George and Fred's fault that their family members don't dare to trust them 100% due to their reputation.

What's more, they had said something like it would be fun to play a prank in front of 100,000 people before.

"Don't think so, Ginny," said Ron. "I don't think George would be stupid enough to do something like this."

"George will be fine."

Hermione added, "Even at its worst, Legilimency can prove their innocence."

This is true.

Ginny felt relieved in the end. She always felt that George and Fred would work together for a lifetime and would never stop now.

Bruce didn't interrupt, because his ankle kept hurting, distracting him from his energy.

Gabriel had left a mark on his ankle before, and Bruce took some time to remove the mark.

The technique is also very simple.

The bone and flesh around the ankle are directly dug out and then temporarily filled with nanoparticles.

This is not a big deal. After you leave here, you can cure it by buying some bone spirit and healing magic.

It just hurts a little now.

But Bruce would rather endure the pain than the feeling of being constantly watched.

At this time, the surrounding commotion gradually subsided, and this long night finally showed signs of ending.

But Bruce knows better than anyone that this is not the end, not even the beginning of the end.

But the end of the beginning.