Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

Crackling!

Two humanoid ice sculptures covered in white frost, with tiny silvery-white lightning flashing on them.

Crystal ice shards peeled off and rose from their bodies, turning into pure white clouds and surrounding them. The dream-like scene completely concealed the danger inside.

"That's enough, leave them alive, I will still be useful."

Clark quickly ran up and shouted to Hermione.

On the one hand, by leaving a few people alive, maybe you can get some information from their mouths, so that you can follow the clues and find the mastermind behind the scenes, or you can use it to attract hatred.

On the other hand, Clark could be ruthless, but he still felt it was not appropriate for a little girl like Hermione to take several lives at such a young age.

Hermione also listened to his words very much. After hearing this, she ended the output of the lightning beam in her hand. The swirling smoke dissipated, leaving only two werewolves twitching all over and lying on the ground foaming at the mouth.

"Why did you come here? Do you know how dangerous it is here!" Clark asked in a face-to-face manner as soon as they met.

"You also said that if it weren't for me, the children in that room would have been in danger!" Hermione was not easy to deal with, so she immediately retorted to him, "Besides, why didn't you let me come? We are not partners. Is it? We are also professionals, Neville can come, but I can’t?"

"No..." Clark didn't know how to explain it at the moment, so he could only say, "Didn't I tell you everything before? The things reported are also very important."

Hermione glanced at him dissatisfied, then pointed at the two guys lying on the ground, "That's it, do you think the press release you wrote before can still be sent out?"

Fortunately, she also knew that now was not the time to mess around. "Fortunately, I didn't feel right, so I came here again. By the way, where is Neville?"

The two of them were chatting there. On the mountainside in the distance, the battle between Neville and Greyback had entered a fierce state.

The fighting will of both sides is very strong, and they fight without giving an inch, exchanging injuries for injuries.

The [Shield Technique] on Neville's body has long been consumed. At this moment, both arms are covered with scratches, and the blood seeps through his long sleeves, dyeing them dark red. Such slow blood loss made his lips turn slightly white.

As his opponent, Greyback's condition was not much better.

A hideous wound stretched from his left chest to his right abdomen. If the wound hadn't been deep, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys would have been all over the floor.

"Little guy, I have to say, you really gave me a big surprise."

Another exchange of moves, the sword and the nails wrapped in black energy collided together, and the harsh scratching sound made people have goosebumps all over the floor.

Greyback retreated at the first touch, shook his slightly numb right hand, looked at Neville opposite, and couldn't help but praise him.

It's just that his praise didn't give people a feeling of joy. His tone and demeanor made him look like a diner sitting at the table, commenting on the food on the plate.

Neville said nothing, trying to adjust his violent breathing. The high-intensity exercise made his lungs feel burning.

However, actual combat is indeed the only choice to improve strength. In just that brief confrontation, Neville discovered that there were still many problems in himself. This was a completely different experience from the usual training.

The experience of wandering between life and death and dancing on a knife's edge can maximize a person's potential.

Neville was very happy to find that there was still room for improvement in every move he thought he had practiced perfectly.

His pace changes could be more streamlined, his swordsmanship could be more direct, and some of the originally very conservative defensive sword styles could be completely abandoned, as they are only for novices with insufficient experience.

A real warrior dares to face the dripping blood. Sometimes it is a very suitable choice to exchange minor injuries for victory. He can be more bold and radical——

Greyback looked at the young man in front of him,

Looking at the sharp light blooming in the other person's eyes, the evil smile at the corner of his mouth disappeared long ago.

As an enemy, he was the first to discover the opponent's terrifying progress speed.

Greyback has been in the dark world for so many years, and has even been in and out of Azkaban several times. He has met countless people and experienced countless battles.

Just by looking at this little guy, he knew that he was an orthodox academic——

He has a solid foundation, is strict, and abides by the rules. At the same time, he still has a sense of arrogance hidden in his bones. He looks down on the wild people who are half-way to become monks. Even their blood makes their throats grow louder when they drink it.

Such a nasty guy, I don’t know how many of them were lying in the dark ditch of Knockturn Alley.

To be honest, Greyback despises this kind of people. What he loves to do most in his life is to crack off the seemingly hard shells of these people like eating oysters, and then taste their fear.

But it was different now. He could feel that this little guy was really like a hard rock. Under his own forging, the stone skin on the outside gradually faded away, and it was hammered into steel and sharpened.

His progress was so rapid it was almost visible to the naked eye.

At the beginning, when faced with his own attacks, he would subconsciously block or use his strange spells.

However, within a few fights, this little guy successfully overcame his instinct and had the courage to exchange injuries with himself.

However, Greyback's ability to become the most notorious among werewolves is not limited to this alone.

Just when Neville thought he could hold on for another ten minutes, when reinforcements came to make a comeback, the situation suddenly took a turn for the worse.

"Okay, I won't play with you anymore!"

Greyback, who was covered in scars, sneered at Neville, then reached for a glass syringe from his waist pocket, stabbed it hard on his neck, and injected all the dark red liquid in the syringe into his body.

Neville looked at his strange behavior. Although he didn't understand the reason, he also knew that he must not be allowed to complete what the enemy wanted to do. Therefore, regardless of his physical fatigue, he charged forward again with his sword in hand.

It's just that his action was still a step too late. Greyback, who had been injected with the medicine, suddenly raised his head and let out a painful howl. The sound was so loud that the surrounding smoke and dust were absorbed by his roar. Dispersed.

Not only that, more dark red smoke came out of his pores and gathered into a thick dark cloud above his head.

Then, along with Greyback's incantation like a dancing master, a blood-red full moon emerged from the dark clouds.

Under the scarlet moonlight, Greyback's body began to undergo drastic changes.

His already thick shoulders and back were obviously arched, long red and black hair sprouted from the exposed skin on his face and hands, and his dirty fingers were curled into sharp claws.

Neville stopped his attack and stepped back cautiously, looking at the man in front of him who was constantly transforming in disbelief.

No, to be more precise, it should be a monster.

Greyback's jaw was obviously elongated, sharp and sharp teeth emerged, and the red and black hair all over his body became thicker and thicker. He looked no different from a real wolf.

Even the hideous wound on his chest began to sprout granulation, then closed and healed, as if he had never been injured.

This guy actually broke through the restriction that a werewolf must transform on a full moon night, and completed the transformation with the help of a tube of potion!

Of course, if Clark were here and saw the red and white umbrella-shaped logo printed on the test tube Greyback just used, he would know that this matter is not that strange.

A smell called madness in the air became stronger and stronger. Through the dirty and messy dark red hair, Neville saw a pair of scarlet eyes full of cold murderous intent. The tip of his nose also smelled the smell of madness. The smell of sweat and blood was a hundred times stronger than before.

After completing the transformation, Greyback has exceeded two meters in height. His strong body gives people an invisible sense of oppression even when he stands quietly.

His energy and blood were so hot that even in the middle of summer, the greedy heat still sprayed into Greyback's throat.

He raised two dark black claws that seemed to be made of steel, raised his neck and howled loudly at the scarlet full moon in the dark clouds, making bursts of blood-curdling roars.

What a good Neville, facing such an enemy, he still didn't panic and immediately turned around and ran away.

Just kidding, for this kind of monster, of course he would do the best thing.

If Clark and Hermione were here and the three of them joined forces, Neville would be sure to take down the werewolf.

But now he was alone, and when the odds of winning were low, he couldn't afford to stay and fight this monster head-on.

Besides, the drug the other party just injected didn't look good at first glance, and its state was also very abnormal. He couldn't maintain this state for that long.

So judging from the current situation, running away is the wisest choice.

Seeing Neville turn around and run away, Greyback was stunned for a moment in his werewolf state, then let out a harsh, terrifying roar, and then rushed out at extremely fast speeds.

Neville ran with great difficulty on the slanted glass plank road. Hearing the crack of the tempered glass behind him as his claws hit the ground, he felt increasingly calm in his heart.

Suddenly, he rolled sideways, holding on to the railing of the glass walkway, and swung to the cliff outside the walkway.

The next moment, a huge dark red figure crashed through the railing not far in front of him and rushed down the curve.

It's Greyback!

Neville used the railing to swing back, stretched his head and glanced at the break, and saw Greyback rolling all the way down the corner of the mountain.

He also discovered a shortcoming of Greyback in this state, which was that he had no brain.

Of course, this little episode can't hurt this monster in the slightest.

So Neville didn't dare to delay and hurriedly ran along the glass plank road towards the top of the mountain.

He remembered that there was a training place for fire dragons up there, which was Professor Charlie's office. With his help, he should be able to deal with this monster.

Unfortunately, things in this world don't seem to like to run according to people's wishes. Just when Neville was about to reach the top of the mountain, with a shocking roar, a huge beast fluttered past his head.

The giant beast has a huge streamlined body, covered with hard scales like ink jade, reflecting colorful light in the sun, looking mysterious and elegant.

This is Clark's familiar - the fire dragon Norbert.

But compared to the previous times when Neville saw her, Norberta seemed to be particularly angry at this time. She flapped her wings vigorously, roared angrily from her mouth, and shook her head from time to time, just like this menacingly. Flying down the mountain.

"Hey Norberta, wait!"

Neville shouted as hard as he could, but at this moment Norberta would care about a little thing like him.

At this time, Neville, who turned around, also discovered that Greyback, who had transformed into a werewolf, had also happened to catch up behind him.

"This is terrible!"

Neville's long sword swung across to block Greyback's attack, and the two fell into a deadly battle again.

On the other side, Clark and Hermione also heard the huge roar.

"No, their target is the fire dragon!"

Clark suddenly reacted and was about to rush up the mountain, but he remembered the scene he saw in the prophecy, looked back at Hermione, and stopped again.

"What do you think I'm doing? Go quickly, as long as I'm here, it'll be troublesome if something happens over there at Norberta!"

Hermione's words reminded Clark that indeed, if the mastermind behind this attack was really an American, then in addition to causing chaos in the dragon farm and preventing it from driving, another simpler way would be to directly start from Just solve the problem at the source and eliminate their only fire dragon.

Hermione seemed to be aware of the worries hidden in Clark's heart at this time, and the expression on her face became much softer.

"Fool, I'm right here, and there are so many students and parents around me. What danger can there be?"

As if to confirm his words, several more staff members poked their heads out of the restaurant door that had just been knocked open.

"Go quickly, I will take care to protect myself."

Listening to Hermione's urging, Clark knew that this was not the time to pay attention to the affection between children, so he gave her a look of caution, then turned around and ran out of the Fire Dragon Park.

He had just reached the park gate, where the guards and the werewolves were confronting each other, when Norberta's huge figure fell from the sky, and his strong limbs directly tore down the park gate.

"Norbeta! It's me, Clark!" Clark quickly shouted to his magic pet through the spiritual link.

However, there is another mysterious force, like a wall, blocking the connection between them.

Clark felt that this power was very familiar, but he couldn't tell what it was for the moment.

It was only then that he discovered that there was a figure wearing a black cloak sitting on Nobelta's back.