Chapter 1636 Guesswork!
- In the dark, a dagger gleaming with cold light drove straight for Mr. Lestrange’s face, inch by inch.
- The black-clad man holding it had wild joy burning in his eyes, as if he could already see the blade punching through the man in front of him.
- Same with the others running with him—every one of the black-clad crew looked thrilled.