As expected, William's eyes lit up slightly.
He knew that as long as he had these random, glittering objects on him, they would definitely end up in Kabuda's pocket at some unknown point in time.
Grasping the dark blue jewel, William's palm moved slightly, and the hard jewel was instantly crushed into a pile of blue powder.
"Pfft—"
With a slight wave of William's hand, the Dragon Crystal dust plunged into the Fire Dragon's nostrils like stardust, and Norbert's red-brown pupils suddenly constricted into a narrow slit. A mournful wail echoed as the massive body of the Norwegian Ridgeback crashed into the ground, shattering the stage protruding behind it.
"Stupefy!"
William pressed his Magic Wand against Norbert's scaly head. A deep red light flashed, and in the next moment, Norbert lost all movement with a wail.
Done!
Looking at the completely unconscious Fire Dragon, William nodded satisfactorily.
"Behind you!"
Lupin's shout came from the other end of the cave, and in the next instant, three spiky tentacles suddenly shot up behind William, heavily smashing towards the top of his head. As William turned, he could only see the sharp teeth in the mouth of the Quintaped, slowly dripping corrosive slime.
Tch, how disgusting.
William frowned, unable to imagine that these things were said to have once been human.
It was said that the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures had been trying to lift their Curse but faced fierce resistance from these monsters.
"Confringo!"
William waved his Magic Wand, and the bursting red light shattered two tentacles. Fetid purple blood splattered onto the broken curtains, and more Quintapeds poured endlessly from the cracks, their five limbs moving at an eerie pace, writhing like some twisted arthropod in all directions.
The Dragon Flame dispersed, and the dome of Dumbledore's Impediment Jinx began to show fine web-like cracks. The old headmaster released his grip, and with a wave of the Elder Wand, the fragmented Charm shards followed a trajectory, slicing the Quintapeds that lunged at the audience into fragments.
On the other side, Grindelwald casually swung an iron chair, smashing the Quintapeds trying to approach him, causing juices to splatter. "Albus, I need a proper weapon! This thing wears out your arm more than a Magic Wand does!"
"Now's not the time for jokes!" Dumbledore waved his wand, moving several Muggle audience members to the safer upper section of the stands. The crescent glasses were stained with purple-red blood, "Ca… Percy, go help Remus!"
"That little Werewolf?"
"Stop talking and hurry!"
Not far away,
Lupin's fingers kept trembling, as the Quintaped group devoured the remains left by their companions. With each piece of flesh consumed, a deep red Magic Circle would light up on their red-brown fur, followed by the emergence of a brand new, identical entity...
Wait, Quintapeds have the ability to mitotically divide?
Lupin grinned with some confusion, recalling that there was no such entry in *Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them*.
By now, the seating area had become a bloody meat grinder, with severed limbs and crushed chair wreckage mingling together, the sight of metal and flesh a scalp-tingling horror.
"Roar—"
Seeing five spike-covered tentacles shoot by his ear, piercing the stone wall behind him, the proximity rendered Lupin's Magic Wand in hand nearly useless. Eyeing the cluster of Muggles nearby, hesitation flickered across Lupin's eyes—
No, I can't hesitate any longer.
"Impedimenta!"
The deep gray light of the Charm pushed forward, knocking the Quintaped in front of Lupin back half a meter. Seizing this gap, Lupin gently twisted the gray bracelet on his wrist, and a clear moonbeam suddenly shone from the man's wrist.
"Awoooo—"
The clear wolf howl startled Grindelwald, who was already approaching…
He had just offhandedly mentioned the little Werewolf, and now you're really transforming? Is tonight a full moon? The old man instinctively glanced up, but the fully enclosed cave offered no glimpse of sky.
"Roar—"
Without hesitation, the gray-black Werewolf lunged at the red-brown monsters, his sharp claws sliced through the Quintaped flesh like a hot knife through butter. The five tentacles barely had time to entangle Lupin before they were finely shredded.
The Werewolf's speed far exceeded human limits. In a blink, Lupin had shredded a pile of Quintapeds into a heap of mush. As the next wave of monsters pressed on, he lunged again without pause—
"I'll assist you!"
Grindelwald's figure appeared behind the Werewolf, wielding an iron chair towards the monster's head… err, perhaps that spot on their face could be considered a head?
"Bang—"
The iron chair struck the monster's mouthparts hard, sending foul saliva flying in the opposite direction of the impact. An unlikely strength surged from within the old man's body, sending the grotesque monster flying.
"Woo-hoo—"
"This won't do—"
Dumbledore's figure materialized beside them, watching the hideous creatures frantically pouring from the cracks. His expression was grave beyond measure.
"You must keep people away!"
William's shout rang out from a distance. Swift to react upon hearing him, Dumbledore pointed his wand backward, lifting the Muggles behind him upwards. A moment behind, Grindelwald, intending to "subdue" the Werewolf beforehand, found Lupin had already twisted the wristband, returning to human form—
"...What are you doing?"
Seeing the elder seemingly ready to smack him with a bench, Lupin asked nervously.
"Uh..."
Fiendfyre!
Before Grindelwald could explain, a dark blue flame with hints of black surged forth, engulfing nearly all the Quintapeds before them in the blink of an eye. Grindelwald instinctively retreated a step, the flame brushing past his eyebrows in the next moment.
William's figure soared from the fire, blazing heat trailing behind his hands, the blue-black flames coalescing in mid-air into an Eastern Dragon with a crystalline gleam.
The slender form hovered briefly overhead, then swung its dragon head around, pouring into the chasm below.
"Crack-crack-kaboom—"
The red-brown Quintapeds were roasted into jet-black charcoal within the Fiendfyre, their mitotic ability extinguished before it had a chance to manifest, the aroma of roasting flesh rising briefly only to be consumed by the Fiendfyre once more.
"Hiss—"
Finally, the dark blue Fire Dragon obliterated the last of the Quintapeds, then vanished into the abyss of the rift.