Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

"Roar--"

The moment when the smashing curse of Old Lady Longbatten was released at zero distance, with the dazzling brilliance bursting out from nowhere, a roar like a landslide suddenly suppressed that moment All sounds.

The silver-white giant mouth full of sharp teeth emerged from behind the monster, and bit it down toward the shoulder and neck of the monster.

This bite was very deep, and the power was extremely amazing. At once, most of the neck with the chest was incorporated into the mouth.

For a moment, the silvery white brilliance was suddenly mixed with the lingering black mist, and flew continuously with the bite of that huge mouth.

The monster that had just been bombed up close by the powerful smashing curse, was now bitten by the big mouth that came out of nowhere, apparently he could no longer continue to choke the old lady's throat.

I saw it hurriedly loosened the old lady's neck, and a pair of gray and black healthy arms immediately retracted to grab the mouth that was eating her, trying to get rid of this absolutely unfavorable situation as soon as possible.

In order to escape, it even forcibly turned its head to spit out a gray-black flame, and wanted to use the special talent magic given to it by the host to hurt the opponent.

However, it soon found that everything he did was seemingly meaningless.

It seems that it was because he saw that the monster had let go of Old Lady Longbottom, and the master of that huge mouth suddenly shook his head and flew the monster far across the street.

"Roar--"

It was another deterrent roar, and immediately rang through this slightly desolate street.

"Ahem ..."

Suddenly, a weak cough sounded, and Augusta, who fell to the ground, coughed and gasped.

To be honest, the old lady's condition is a bit bad now.

Just now, she thought she was dead, so she kept doing it, and chose to cast a personal crushing spell at such a short distance.

There is no doubt that this is a suicide attack. Even if the enemy may not die, she is very likely to be smashed by her smashing curse and take away little life.

Yes, even if there may be a breath in the end, it will be an ending that will die sooner or later.

Although the old lady still felt a little regretful about the fact that her grandson Neville was eventually alone, she did not regret her decision.

But she never thought that in the end, there would be a turn for the better result.

"Cough, vomit—"

Augusta rolled her face, and she was spit out of dark red blood immediately after being injured by her lungs. However, she didn't care about her injury at all, because all her eyes fell on the guardian **** standing not far from her.

The semi-circular ears, the majestic eyes, the strong and powerful limbs ... and the thick, thick mane without wind between the necks, all the features seemed so clear at a glance.

There is nothing wrong, this is a patron saint of lions!

The old lady narrowed her eyelids and looked at the silver lion weakly, her eyes showing the opposite of her state at the moment.

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

I wonder if the patron saint of the lion heard her voice, and suddenly took a step forward, walking slowly and steadily towards the street.

Immediately afterwards, a tall boy with one hand on his knees and another with a wand holding his head, finally appeared in the sight of the old lady.

"boom!"

Not far away, the silvery white lion waved its sharp claws and slammed a monster to the ground.

But Neville did not go there.

He saw that he shook his still slightly dizzy head, and then hurried to Augusta's side, raising her upper body anxiously.

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

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

Even when it was very difficult to pant, Mrs. Longbottom was still utterly embarrassing when she spoke, and in a word, Neville didn't know how to pick it up.

"Um, grandma, you'll be fine! I'll--"

"Don't work hard ..." Augusta leaned into Neville's arm and skittered hard. "Of course I know my own body ... but it's fine, even if it doesn't hurt, I guess I'll It's been a few years since I've been alive, and I can't lose a lot if I die like this. "

As she struggled to speak, her face became more dry and her breathing became weaker and weaker. It seems that, as she said, the time left for her to die is really running out.

"Again ... keke ..." The old lady could not help but cough again, and then continued, "I can see you calling this patron saint of the lion ... I am very satisfied."

Although this is really a compliment that cannot be called "straightforward", but she has raised her grandson to such a large age, but it is still the first time in more than ten years that she affirmed it.

For Neville, this is undoubtedly a word worth touching.

However, although Neville was looking at his grandmother momentarily, and looking at the slightly blessed face, she had already lost her blood color ...

But Neville's eyes didn't seem to mean red or red.

"grandmother!"

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

"When are you still saying this! Where do you think this is? This is the gate of Saint Mungo--"

...

The next second Neville rushed into the window glass with her grandmother in her arms, another familiar figure came out of it.

As you can see, he still carried a flying broom in his hand.

"Oh!"

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

As he saw, not only were the blazing grey-black flames on the streets, but also many scary monsters in black cloaks gathered nearby.

Most of them are surrounded by a silvery white lion, attacking it constantly, but being shot or bitten again and again.

This scene is so lively!

It was just when Little Victor was killing the gods that the mighty lion suddenly turned into a mist of light and disappeared out of nowhere in the encirclement of those monsters.

"Huh? What's wrong ... where's that strange magical lion?"

He was originally a rhetoric, and talking to himself had long been commonplace. However, in this case, it is obvious that it is a ten percent act of death.

Fortunately, at least he realized how stupid he really was, at least in time, before stepping on the broom before the monsters looked at himself.

"stand up!"

Little Victor kicked his feet suddenly on the ground, and took off instantly according to the experience gained through his own attempts, and went straight up into the sky.

"Rush—" Then he leaned forward, flew straight in any direction, "Ah, bad, shouted subconsciously again!"

At this moment, he didn't need to look back to know that the monsters had certainly paid attention to themselves all. And it won't be long before there will be a large number of "followers" behind him.

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

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

He kept repeating the inexplicable cycle of vomiting, annoyance, and vomiting again, swiftly drawing a straight line in the air, and rushing all the way towards the northwest.

Speaking of which, this broom is a new broom bought by Freina a year before graduation, the model is "Comet 290" from Comet Trading Company.

In terms of flight speed, it is not a little bit worse than Harry's fire crossbow, but it is superior in its cost performance.

However, what Little Victor needs now is not cost-effective, but real speed!

At a speed of 60 miles per hour, in fact, he feels very fast. If it is put on weekdays, he will have a hard time dreaming that he can really fly.

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

"Damn, you don't have wings! What is flying so fast--"

Just looking back a little ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Victor was startled by the more and more black cloaks behind him, so that he quickly turned his eyes back to his front.

What happened later, he couldn't control so much, in short, just fly forward at full speed!

"boom!"

I didn't know that I had been flying for a few minutes-anyway, it must have not been long before, Victor Little, who was immersed in the storm, heard a loud noise from afar.

He hurriedly raised his head, squinted out against the strong wind that came on, and found that there was a blue and white light beam slanting into the sky obliquely to the left of him.

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

"Where ... is that old neighborhood that is about to be demolished?"

He knew the city of London very well, knowing that the place was the slum of the past.

But when he was wondering who was making such a big noise! Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind.

"Ah!" Viktor opened his mouth. "Damn, I got it wrong, I should fly southeast ..."

According to the original plan, he was going to go back to Greenwich Park first to see if his drunk dad was still there. After confirming Dad's condition, he will go home and find a way to pick up his wife and children together.

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

"Oh," but he suddenly shook his head again. "No, that's the right direction--you can't lead these monsters to the door, right?"

But in the next second, another blue beam appeared in his field of vision.

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