Chapter 266: Mischievous Spirit "Qiang Qiang!" With a bang, Katoom appeared beside Bruce, raising his wings and shouting, "Heroes appear!" "Are you awake?" Bruce said lightly. "Hey, what are you talking about? It's so late! Come over here a little." Katum let Bruce squeeze aside and sat down next to him. "Has the game started yet?" Katum asked. "No, it'll probably take about an hour," Bruce said. At this time, everyone around him had their own things to do. Harry was chatting with a house-elf named Dobby, the Weasleys were greeting acquaintances, and Hermione and Ginny were nowhere to be found. Bruce told Katum what he had just heard about the witch hunt.
"Unknown magical creature?" Katum thought for a moment, "It's hard to judge. There are many strange stories in America." Especially the curses left by the Native Indians, there are a lot of them. In addition, the United States itself is a country of immigrants, and all the black magic in the world flows there, making it a natural place for making poison. "But since we are in England, we don't have to worry too much...right?" Katum himself did not have much confidence when he said this. The British Empire was once known as the "sun never sets", but it did countless things that were not virtuous enough. If a few vengeful ghosts came, it is not certain that the current Britain would be able to withstand it. In a world with magic and ghosts, resentment can really kill people. …… An hour later, the Quidditch final began. Bruce's evaluation of this game was very exciting, but if you ask him why it was exciting, he couldn't say. What impressed him most during the entire game was the cheerleading team of one hundred veela before the game. Bruce thought that he would never forget that wonderful performance. The final result of the game was that the Irish team won, but it was Krum from the Bulgarian team who caught the Golden Snitch. Everyone was left wanting more. The match lived up to the Ministry of Magic’s one year of preparation. When Bruce followed the crowd out of the stadium, the rough singing was still ringing in his ears. Harry and Ron were still discussing the previous game. They seemed to think that there were some problems with the foul calls. In such an environment, Bruce returned to his tent. "Katum, how do you feel about this game?" Bruce said while sleeping in bed. "Veela are beautiful." Katoom's comment was spot-on. "I knew you were thinking about this, you are useless!" Bruce sneered a few times, then turned over and prepared to go to sleep. When he closed his eyes, the hundred Veela seemed to still dance in front of him.
Batboy considers himself not to be a lustful person, but the unique charm of the Veela can attract every man without distinction. So don't blame Bruce, it's normal to think about Veela before going to bed. Before he knew it, he fell asleep. Bruce had no idea how long he had slept, but Mr. Weasley's shout woke him up. "Get up! Children, get up! It's an emergency." Bruce suddenly opened his eyes, kicked his feet, and jumped up from the bed. His agility even stunned the anxious Mr. Weasley for a few seconds. There was still a lot of noise outside the tent, but it was not singing. Instead, it was the sound of screams and people running in panic. "What happened?" Bruce asked. "No time to explain!" Mr. Weasley pulled the half-asleep Harry and Ron up and said, "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, and his ears were filled with loud sneers, laughter, and drunken shouting. A group of black-robed wizards stood closely together, each pointing their wands upwards, moving forward together, slowly across 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, hanging them in the sky and playing with them like they were conducting music. There was an inexplicable commotion in the camp, but Bruce felt something was a little strange. "Aren't there a hundred thousand of us?" He asked Katum in confusion, "There are only a hundred or so thugs at most. Even if most of the wizards have gone back, there are only 10,000 or 20,000 left. If everyone spits, they can drown these thugs, right?" At this time, some tents had been set on fire. Under the light of the fire, the refugees ran without looking back. "British characteristics, just get used to it." Katum thought it was normal. Even in the Muggle World Cup, there would be abstract things like 200 Russian fans chasing and fighting 2000 British fans. Panic had completely spread, and the other wizards had lost all thought of resistance and were only concerned with escaping in panic. This made the thugs even more rampant, and they laughed and attacked the crowd indiscriminately. There were actually some brave wizards around who wanted to rush forward with their wands in hand, but the thugs held a number of hostages, making them cautious and not daring to launch an attack. Bruce couldn't bear to watch the nanoparticles spread across his skin. "Katum, wake Harley up," he said. After activating the speed force, Bruce was confident that he could defeat all of them within a second without hurting any hostages. But before Katum could answer, something strange happened. Rumble, rumble—— A strange sound was heard around, not coming from the group of villains.
The sound was a bit like drums, but more like some creature rolling on the ground. "what happened!" 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 there and saw a pair of footprints quickly appearing on the ground. The footprints looked a bit like donkey hooves, and wherever they passed, the ground would be burned red. This line of footprints rushed forward, and if there was someone along the way, they would not avoid it but roll over it directly, leaving a row of hoof prints on the person's body, which would make a sizzling sound when in contact with the skin. "Ahhhh!" Several thugs had already been burned by the hoof prints and were rolling on the ground in pain. The other thugs didn't understand why, but subconsciously kept away from these people. The greatest fear is often the fear of the unknown. The thugs looked around with their wands raised, and now they also experienced the panic that the wizards had just felt. "Go!" Mr. Weasley seized the opportunity and led the children away from the center of the chaos. The hoof prints were still rampaging, not just attacking the black-robed thugs, but attacking indiscriminately, with no signs of stopping. Bruce followed Mr. Weasley's footsteps and left for a safe place, but when passing a bush, he stepped back slightly and quietly left the main group. Katoom came flying in from another corner and they ran back toward the center of the chaos. "What the hell is that?" Bruce asked as he ran, "Is it some invisible magical creature? Like the Thestrals!" "There are so many invisible creatures!" Katum shouted. "Have you heard of the nuisance fly? It's invisible too!" "Go to hell with you, you harassment horsefly! 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 engulfed in flames and screams were heard 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 heading towards Bruce. "Show yourself quickly!" Bruce didn't even have time to take out his wand and pretend, so he just shouted the spell. A white light flashed, and Bruce clearly saw the Apparition spell hit the other party, but it had no effect. What should be invisible remained invisible. The spell hit but had no effect, something was clearly wrong. Bruce gritted his teeth, and nanoparticles instantly covered his entire body. Now it was time for Batman to take the stage. But just then, Katum interrupted him. "Wait! Bruce!" said the owl. "Look there!" where?
Bruce stopped transforming, twisted to avoid the oncoming footsteps, and looked in the direction Katoom was pointing. He saw a man. A man wearing a blue-gray jacket, who did not look like a wizard at all, was sitting on a rock in the distance, watching the chaos here with interest. He was like a pure spectator, enjoying people's panic. His smile grew noticeably wider as he saw people running away frantically. Bruce didn't know who this person was, but what he knew was that the chaos at this moment was definitely related to this guy. Let’s capture the leader first! Bruce no longer hesitated and Apparated directly, appearing behind the man. He took out the Supreme Wand and pressed it against the man's throat. "Ooooh! Watch out!" The man had no will to resist and immediately raised his hands and surrendered to Bruce. His movements were so skillful that one wondered if he was French. "Who are you?" Bruce said in a low voice, "Did you provoke that thing?" "That's confusing!" Katum whispered on Bruce's shoulder, "You haven't turned into Batman yet, so you don't have to lower your voice." Bruce raised his eyebrows and naturally changed his voice back. There was no way, the scene of threatening someone from behind was too déjà vu for him, and he unconsciously put himself in the role of Batman. He gripped the Supreme Wand tightly and continued to press it against the opponent's throat. "Be careful, brother!" The man raised his hand higher, "Even if it's a tree branch, it can still kill you!" "Answer me, who are you!" Bruce said viciously. "Your question is too much!" The man was aggrieved, "Didn't I come here with you? Now you're asking me who I am?" Came together? Bruce suddenly realized that this guy was the eleventh person from before. At this time, Katum had already seen the other person's face clearly. He suddenly froze in place, as if he already knew the other person's identity. "I was just trying to play a joke on you guys." The man continued, "That demon isn't a heavyweight monster. Since you are wizards, you should be able to deal with it quickly." "Are you kidding?" Bruce was irritated by the man's tone. What is a joke? Playing with the safety of innocent people is also a joke! Bruce wanted to stab this guy to death with his wand. And just then, Katum's voice sounded in his ears.
"Bruce, I know who he is." Katum said, "Try to test him first by saying the name Tricky." "Tricky?" Bruce had never heard of the name, but chose to believe Katum and called out Tricky. The man's expression changed instantly, first confusion, then surprise. "You know me!" He smiled and said, "I thought your world was completely different from ours. It seems that there are still people like me. Otherwise, how could you recognize me so quickly!" Tricky, a monster from "Supernatural", is based on the mischievous gods in various myths and legends. For example, Loki in Norse mythology, the spider god in West African mythology, and so on. The Tricky Monster can create real things out of nothing, but can also make them disappear in an instant. It usually acts without purpose, just for fun, and can perform many abstract operations for this purpose. For example, creating aliens to rape male college students, raising crocodiles in sewers, and disguising themselves as evil spirits that are taking lives. But because the blows are usually not taken lightly, these jokes often turn deadly. Katoom continued to teach Bruce how to answer. "It's your methods that give you away! Target those who are arrogant and make 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 Tricky Monsters is to use a sharpened branch to pierce their hearts. Bruce accidentally used his magic wand to hold the Tricky Monster's throat and actually got close to the correct answer. "Don't you think they deserved it?" The Tricky Monster shrank his neck back, "They were the ones who created the chaos first, I just took advantage of the situation!" "But you attack indiscriminately!" This statement was not taught by Katum, but Bruce's own opinion. He has never had a good impression of this kind of character who takes pleasure in the suffering of others and the chaos of society. If there is a similar existence in Gotham, he will probably be so angry that he can't sleep. It’s a pity that Gotham really exists. Back to the topic. Bruce had already moved the wand towards the Tricky Monster's heart. If the other party moved at the slightest, he would stab the wand into his heart. "Take back that monster you conjured! If you stop now, I can spare your life!" He had no psychological burden at all about killing this kind of monster. "Really?" Tricky said tremblingly, "If I take it back, will you really spare my life?"
"That's right!" Bruce roared, "Take it back now!" The Tricky Monster lowered his head, as if he was thinking about it. After a while, he raised his head. "But, I refuse!" "what?" Bruce did not expect this rejection. Is there really someone who would risk his life for fun? "My favorite thing about Tricky is saying no to self-righteous people like you!" The Tricky Monster laughed loudly, "Life is precious, but fun is even more valuable! And this guy was not created by me, he already existed, I just brought him here!" After saying that, the Tricky Monster's body disappeared from 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 capable you are, despite your fierce attitude." He was obviously going to take action against Bruce. Bruce only felt a flash before his eyes, and the next second, he saw a hundred coolly dressed veelas, calling his name in sweet voices. The Veela came towards Bruce with a gust of fragrant air and open arms. (End of this chapter)