harry potter book of crimes

"Roar--"

The moment Old Lady Longbottom's Crushing Curse was released at zero distance, a dazzling brilliance suddenly exploded from nowhere, and a roar like a mountain falling apart immediately suppressed that moment.

all sounds.

Immediately after, a huge silver-white mouth full of sharp teeth appeared from behind the monster, and bit down hard on the monster's shoulder and neck.

This bite was very deep, and the force was so amazing that it took most of the neck and chest into the mouth.

For a moment, the silver-white brilliance was suddenly mixed with the swirling black mist, and continued to scatter in all directions as the huge mouth bit.

The monster that had just been blasted at close range by a powerful smashing spell was now bitten by this big mouth that appeared from nowhere. It was obvious that it could no longer hold the old lady's throat.

I saw it hastily let go of the old lady's neck, and immediately retracted its pair of strong gray-black arms to grab the mouth that was chewing on itself, trying to get rid of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to escape, it even forcibly turned its head and spit out gray-black flames, hoping to use the special talent magic given to it by its master to cause harm to the opponent.

However, it soon discovered that all its efforts were meaningless.

Seemingly because he saw that the monster had let go of Mrs. Longbottom, the owner of the huge mouth suddenly shook his head, sending the monster far away to the other side of the street.

"Roar--"

There was another extremely intimidating roar, which immediately resounded through this slightly desolate street.

"Cough cough cough..."

Suddenly, a series of feeble coughing sounds were heard. It was Augusta who fell to the ground, coughing and wheezing.

To be honest, the old lady's current state is a bit bad.

Just now, she thought she was dead, so she did nothing and chose to cast the ultimate crushing spell at such a close distance.

There is no doubt that this is a suicidal attack. Even if the enemy may not die, she will most likely be deprived of her remaining life by her own crushing spell.

Yes, even if you may still be able to breathe in the end, it will be an ending that you will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady still felt a little bit regretful about "finally letting her grandson Neville become a human being", she would not regret the decision she made.

But she never expected that in the end, this predetermined result would turn around.

"Cough, vomit——"

Augusta turned her face sideways, and her lungs were injured. She immediately spat out a mouthful of dark red blood. However, she didn't pay attention to her injuries at all, because all her eyes fell on the person standing not far from her.

On the guardian angel.

The semicircular ears, the majestic eyes, the strong and powerful limbs... and the thick mane on the neck that moves automatically without wind, all the features are so clear at a glance.

There is no mistake, this is a lion patron saint!

The old lady drooped her eyelids and looked at the silver-white lion feebly, her eyes showing a look that was completely opposite to her current state.

She was looking forward to it - looking forward to the appearance of the figure standing behind the lion!

I don't know if the lion patron saint heard her voice, but he suddenly took steps and walked slowly and steadily towards the street step by step.

Immediately afterwards, a tall young man with one hand supporting his knee and the other hand holding the wand covering his head finally appeared in the old lady's sight.

"boom!"

Not far away, the silver-white lion suddenly waved its sharp claws, slamming a monster to the ground.

But Neville didn't look there.

But I saw him vigorously shaking his still dizzy head, then hurriedly came to Augusta's side, and lifted up her upper body with an anxious look on his face.

"Grandma, are you okay...Grandma!"

"You... do you think I'm... okay? Stupid boy..."

Even at the moment when it was extremely difficult to breathe, Mrs. Longbottom was still choking when she spoke. Neville choked up with one sentence and didn't know how to answer it.

"Uh, Grandma, you're going to be fine! I'm going to—"

"Don't bother..." Augusta leaned on Neville's arms and curled his lips with difficulty, "Of course I know my own body very well... But it's nothing. Even if I'm not injured, I guess I'll

I don’t have many years left to live, so I won’t lose much if I die like this.”

While she was struggling to speak, her face became more and more haggard, and her breathing became weaker and weaker. It seemed that, as she said, the time left by the God of Death was really running out for her.

"Besides...ahem..." The old lady couldn't help coughing a few more times, and then continued, "I'm very satisfied to see you summon this male guardian angel..."

Although this is really a compliment that cannot be called "frank", it is still the first time in more than ten years that she has expressed her approval for her grandson, who she has raised since childhood.

For Neville, this was undoubtedly a sentence worth moving to tears.

However, at this time, although Neville was indeed looking at his grandmother for a moment, looking at the slightly fat face, but the color had already lost its color...

But Neville's eyes didn't even seem to turn red.

"grandmother!"

He couldn't help it anymore, so he suddenly picked her up, turned around and ran back. As he ran, he said loudly:

"How long have you been talking about this? Where do you think this is? This is the gate of St. Mungo's—"

…

The moment Neville rushed into the display window with his grandma in his arms, another familiar figure walked out of it.

You can see that he is holding a broomstick in his hand.

"oh!"

As soon as he came out, little Victor was startled by the scene on the street outside.

As he saw, the streets were not only covered with blazing gray-black flames, but also many terrifying monsters in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them were surrounding a silver-white male lion, attacking it constantly, only to be swatted away or bitten by it again and again.

This scene is so lively!

Just when little Victor was stunned, the majestic lion suddenly turned into a puff of light and disappeared out of thin air among the monsters.

"Huh? What's wrong...where did that strange magic lion go?"

He was originally a talkative person, and talking to himself had long been a common occurrence. But in this situation, it was clearly a suicide attempt.

Fortunately, he at least realized how stupid he was in time, and got on the broomstick before those monsters looked at him.

"stand up!"

Little Victor suddenly kicked off the ground with both feet, and based on the experience gained through his own trials, he instantly took off, rising straight into the sky.

"Come on -" He then leaned forward, picked a random direction and flew straight away, "Ah, no, I subconsciously shouted out again!"

At this moment, he knew without looking back that all the monsters had definitely paid attention to him. And before long, there would be a large number of "followers" behind him.

"I'm not the Prime Minister traveling to express condolences. I don't need so many supporters!"

"...Oh, why did I shout out again!"

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of complaining, being annoyed, and complaining again, quickly drawing a straight line in the air and rushing towards the northwest.

Speaking of which, this broom is a new broom that Frena bought a year before she graduated. The model is the "Comet 90" from the Comet Trading Company.

In terms of flight speed, it is not a little bit worse than Harry's Firebolt, but it is better than its cost-effectiveness.

However, what little Victor needs at this moment is not cost-effectiveness, but real speed!

The speed of 60 miles per hour actually felt very fast to him. On a normal day, it would be difficult for him to dream that he could really fly.

But now, when a group of monsters are chasing after him, he just hates that he can't go faster!

"Damn it, you don't have wings! What are you doing flying so fast -"

Just turning his head slightly, little Victor was startled by the gathering of black cloaked figures behind him, so that he quickly returned his gaze to the front of him.

He can't care so much about what happens next, so he can just fly forward at full speed!

"boom!"

He didn't know how many minutes he had been flying - anyway, it must not have been long before little Victor, who was rushing forward, heard a loud noise from the distance.

He hurriedly raised his head, squinting against the strong wind blowing in front of him and looking out, and found that there was a blue-white light beam slanting straight into the sky in the distance to his left.

The place where the beam of light was emitted seemed to be a densely packed city block.

"That...is that old neighborhood that's about to be demolished?"

He still knows the city of London very well and knows that that area was the slums of the past.

But just as he was wondering who was making such a big fuss! Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Ah!" Little Victor opened his mouth, "It's terrible, I made a mistake in the direction, I should have flown to the southeast..."

According to the original plan, he was going to go back to Greenwich Park first to see if his drunken father was still there. After confirming his father's condition, he would go home and find a way to get his wife and children together.

Pick up.

Unfortunately, not to mention that Greenwich Park was in the opposite direction of his flight, and even his own home was not here.

"Oh," but he suddenly shook his head again, "No, this is the right direction - we can't lead these monsters to the door of our house, right?"

But in the next second, another blue beam suddenly appeared in his field of vision. (To be continued)