Little Hartman's horrible howling continued, and tended to get worse.

Seeing this, the old Hartman finally couldn't help it, and he began to step forward to try to solve the blue-gray frost that was constantly eroding the little Hartman's flesh and blood.

However, no matter what kind of potion or magic he used, he didn't have any great effect at all. At best, it could only slow down the spread of the blue-gray frost.

This is the evil of cold poison.

This new magic created by Link's ability to control water and curse power perfectly inherits the characteristics of cursed black magic, that is, the damage caused cannot be cured by any other method except for specific anti-curses.

This is also the reason why Link chose to attack Little Hartman with cold poison.

He wanted to use Hartman's tragedy to show his strength and warn everyone on the scene to let them know what a tragic end would be if they offended him.

As for the poor little Hartman, Link naturally wouldn't kill him.

But to suffer a bit, it is still necessary to lie in bed for a year or a half.

Beckman's gaze at Link had also changed at this time.

Hartman and his party wanted to test Link. Why didn't he also want to use this opportunity to test Link's abilities?

After all, Link will inherit the identity of the entire Beckman family and even a saint in the future.

Fortunately, Link's performance was not as sunny and pure as Leo Ni and the others said, he was a graceful son.

On the contrary, Link looked to him more like a cold and vicious cruel hero.

And this is exactly the heir he wants.

Thinking of this, the smile on Beckman's face became even brighter.

At the same time, the old man who was standing on the edge of the Veeva stage and hadn't moved from the beginning to the end suddenly moved.

The old man was wearing an old black leather jacket, a pair of stained, ragged jeans, and a dark brown cowboy hat covering his gray and messy hair.

His dressing is so inconsistent with this magnificent banquet hall.

What is strange is that when he walked slowly towards the little Hartman, the old Hartman gave way very simply and neatly, and his eyes burst with hope.

"What a vicious kid."

A hoarse voice with a hint of admiration came from the old man.

While talking, he fiddled with the rotten flesh on Little Hartman's chest with his wand.

This undoubtedly aggravated Hartman's pain, and the volume of screams in the banquet hall rose to a new level.

But this old cowboy doesn't care.

He continued to fiddle with little Hartman’s wounds, and chanted after a long time:

"All curses are extinguished, and all abilities are end!"

Strips of luminous silver-white light bands emerged from the tip of the old cowboy's rod, and wrapped them extremely gently around Little Hartman's wound.

Under the action of these light bands, the blue-gray cold poison finally stopped spreading, and gradually turned into a trace of curse power and began to dissipate.

Little Hartman's howl gradually slowed down and turned into a soothing moan.

Obviously, the old cowboy's actions alleviated little Hartman's pain.

Unfortunately this is only temporary.

Because when the peripheral cold poison was completely dissipated, the light bands that had originally soft movements turned into sharp blades, and they began to cut and slash the flesh on Little Hartman's wounds frantically.

This made Little Hartman completely crazy.

But the old cowboy didn't mean to stop in the slightest. He continued to control the light with a sharp edge, until the carrion on little Hartman was cut off.

At this time, little Hartman had completely become a blood man.

The deepest wounds on his chest even showed bones.

Link squinted his eyes and stared at the old cowboy.

What the other party uses is a method of using purely powerful magic to forcibly dispel cold poison.

This requires the caster to have a very high level of magical attainments and magical power, and it will do great harm to the caster.

"That's Old Lange, a lone ranger without children." Beckman's voice rang in Link's ear at the right time. "He is the strongest one of us, and he belongs to the Hartman group. Great backer. If it were not for him, I would have killed Hartman and the group of traitors a few years ago."

Link nodded calmly, and looked at Old Lange's eyes more vigilantly.

According to his observation, the old cowboy's fighting ability should be better than that of elite professors like Snape, and he is not the opponent of the opponent in one-on-one singles.

Of course, it is basically impossible for the other party to kill him.

At this moment, while wiping the wand with silk, the old Lange said helplessly:

"Beckman, you must be saying bad things about me again, right?"

"Ah, yeah, I have to let this kid know your shamelessness and despicability, so that they don't get too close to you. Otherwise, he will get the smell of you."

Beckman sneered back.

At this time, the old Hartman had already directed the two veevas to quickly help the little Hartman deal with the wounds, and carried them down for further treatment.

Hearing Beckman's words, he seemed to be unable to bear it anymore, pulling out his wand and shouting:

"Old Beckman! You are deceiving too much, little Hartman is my only grandson! Arvada..."

Red light flashes!

Old Hartman's wand was stunned by the old Lange with the green glowing wand in his hand.

The old Hartman himself was also pushed out by the old Lange.

The old Hartman who fell to the ground looked angry, and he got up to roar at old Lange.

However, before he could say his words, the anger on his face turned into horror.

Because where he was standing, a long gully appeared, and its cut was as smooth and flat as tofu cut by a sharp blade.

"Pity."

Link sighed.

There was still a faint magical light on the tip of his rod.

If it wasn't for the old Langue to have trouble, the old Hartman should have ended up with his grandson.

The old Hartman, who had escaped for a while, was already speechless in horror, and could only stretch out a trembling finger at Link.

Old Lange nodded in admiration:

"Nice boy. Beckman, the heir you found is so good, really enviable.

But he doesn't seem to be very polite, so he dared to shoot in front of me! "

As soon as the voice fell, Old Lange's eyes became sharp, and the tip of his staff also shot out a bunch of scarlet light.

Seeing this, Link and Beckman did not show any weakness, and raised their wands together.

The banquet hall was full of gunpowder all at once.

"Oh, we are all allies. There is no need to be so arrogant. It's too ugly."

A nice voice suddenly rang.

Immediately Link saw the two twin sisters who had been watching the play in the corner walking towards him with a smile.

At the same time, the black-haired mother and daughter walked towards the old Lange and Hartman.

"What a handsome boy, if I had been so few years in the morning, I would definitely want to marry you desperately."

"Oh, it's not too late to marry now. Anyway, I think I'm okay."

"Okay, okay, don't talk about such embarrassing things. Little Link, don't be angry, sisters just like you too much. Don't be familiar with those old men, they are already confused."

"Yes, even the kid with little Hartman was ruined by the old men. It's a loss to quarrel with them."

…

The twin sisters tried to persuade Link, but they turned a blind eye to Beckman.

To be honest, when you get closer, the flowers of the sisters are indeed very beautiful.

The most important thing is that the beauty industry in the wizarding world is far from comparable to that of the Muggle world. With the blessing of various beauty potions, these two women who are presumably at least thirty-faced still maintain seventeen or eighteen. The appearance of the most heyday.

Coupled with the pure and lustful temperament that they exude in every move, Link swears that almost any normal man will instinctively feel good when facing them.

Link is the same.

And he hadn't planned to tear his face with Lange and Hartman tonight, so after being obsessed with Sister Kugel for a while, he put his wand away naturally.

Obviously Lange, the old cowboy, didn't mean to smash Link.

He did the same thing shortly after Link took back his wand, and even smiled at Link and nodded.

This scene made the Kugel sisters even more excited.

They approached Link from left to right, rubbing Link with seemingly nothing, and they seemed to have the idea of ​​holding Link's arm directly.

Beckman turned a blind eye to this and even wanted to laugh.

He could see that Sisters Kugel didn't lie, they really liked Link.

After all, as the top-notch socialites, their usual process of communicating with strange wizards is not the current type of sorrow.

That being the case, he wanted to see how Link would face this kind of sincere flattery.

This is also part of the observation.

Under Beckman's wicked gaze, Link's mouth slowly rose.

Seeing this, Sister Kugel planned to go further.

However, just when they were about to take Link's arm, a hideous snake head suddenly protruded from Link's neckline and roared with a mouth wide open:

"Scared hissing! ~" (surprise! Surprise!)

"Ah!"*2

Sister Kugel was so frightened by the sudden change that she backed away again and again, and one of them tripped with his left foot and fell to the ground with his right foot.

Arkham was overjoyed in this scene, and he hissed and laughed endlessly.

The smile on Link's mouth became even brighter.

He touched Arkham's head, and also said in a snake-like voice:

"Hiss!~" (Good job, don't go back, continue to scare the tiger and the others.)

"Scare!" (Received!)

After answering, Arkham followed Link’s arm to the ground, and in the process his body grew bigger and bigger. By the time he landed, he had completely transformed into a piece no less than Voldemort’s Nagini. The huge poisonous python, entrenched by Link's side, constantly scanned the people in the banquet hall with golden eyes.

A tingling sensation unconsciously develops in the minds of those who were swept by his sight. The serpent's voice like the whisper of the devil makes everyone instinctively fearful. Sister Kugel's expression is even more horrified. Up.

"Isn't it about talking about business? Then let's talk about it."

Link said with a smile and spread out his hands.

With his movements, everyone in the banquet hall backed away again and again.

The only person who didn't move was Old Lange.

He looked calmly at Arkham who was grinning threateningly at him, and said lightly:

"Well, anyway, everyone is here, so let's formally discuss our visit to the Lord Grindelwald."

As soon as Old Lange's voice fell, the long table full of wine and food suddenly disappeared, and a brand-new pure wooden conference table slowly rose from the ground.

Link and Old Langer took the lead to take the seat, occupying the two main seats facing each other on the conference table, and then the rest of the talents gradually took their seats under Arkham's gaze.

The meeting officially begins!

Actually, there is nothing to talk about.

The things that should be discussed have already been finalized by the people of the Quartet who are already close to each other.

The reason for holding this meeting is actually to test Beckman's meaning.

After all, Beckman is a firm conservative.

There have been countless conflicts with them in the past because of Grindelwald.

It is unlikely to be willing to go with them.

But from their perspective, since Beckman is willing to bring the heir Link to the appointment this time, the hidden meaning should be agreed.

This is good news for everyone.

Ever since, this so-called discussion meeting has become something similar to an informative briefing.

And the people they need to tell are Link and Beckman.

Link also learned more secrets from them.

One of the most shocking points is that the assassination of Grindelwald was controlled by the International Martial Arts Federation from beginning to end.

Even though Grindelwald's physical and magical power levels have declined to an extremely low level during the long-term imprisonment, and without a magic wand, he is no longer the invincible Dark Lord.

But they are still extremely jealous of Grindelwald, and they want to kill and then quickly.

But at the same time, because of Dumbledore's existence, they couldn't take action against Grindelwald in person.

As a result, they used the decoupling of interests and policies as bait, implying that Lange, Hartmann and the other four families presented Grindelwald's most valuable name.

As for the specific implementation steps of the assassination operation, that was simply too much.

All they have to do is to visit Grindelwald together on the anniversary of the defeat of Grindelwald, call in the prison first, and then forcefully attack after Grindelwald refuses to meet.

Among them, Lange, as the strongest individual among the five forces, will act as the main assaulter.

As for the four families who have money to contribute money, they can contribute forcefully, and those who have no money or power will speak out.

In short, they must take the head of Grindelwald on the anniversary and give it to the International Wizarding Federation as a gift.

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