Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"Damn, who is that guy?"

Clark looked at his magic pet being ridden by another person. The feeling was like a child having his favorite toy taken away by another child, not to mention how angry he was.

"Let him go!"

He roared, and supplied more psychic power to [Charm Monster], [Psychic Link] and [Domination Technique] to compete with the mysterious man in black robe for control of Norbeta.

As the two sides struggled, Norberta screamed in pain, and large balls of fire spewed out of his mouth.

Some of these fireballs fell into the werewolf camp, directly burning two or three werewolves into running torches, and some even fell directly into the park, destroying some flowers, plants, and buildings on the roadside. It's lit.

The adult wizards in the park were not vegetarians. They quickly took action to resist these fireballs and prevent greater losses from occurring.

In the process of fighting for control, Clark became more and more familiar with this mysterious man in black robes, and felt more and more that something was wrong.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something. As soon as the output of spiritual energy slowed down, the spell he cast was immediately interrupted.

After getting rid of the fight, Norberta looked up to the sky and howled happily. As her long tail swung, several werewolves were in trouble again.

Then, in front of everyone's horrified eyes, he fluttered his wings and flew to the distant forest with the mysterious man in black robes.

Clark looked at Norberta flying away with a gloomy expression on his face, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and ran to the mountains not far away.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, a silvery white lightning cut through the dim sky. It was a sword that Neville used all his strength to slash.

The goblin's sword was so sharp that it flew towards Greyback with a light that stung people's eyes.

Greyback did not dodge and rushed towards the sword light.

After transforming into a werewolf and taking drugs, his sanity was almost completely lost. Apart from killing, he had no emotions, not even the feeling of pain.

Neville's sword slashed across his body,

It extended from the neck to the navel, and slashed horizontally from the left chest to the right chest, creating a very standard "cross" shaped wound.

This is the most orthodox swordsmanship killing move - Cross Slash!

Greyback, who had completely absorbed this move, took a step back. Under the combined effect of Neville's powerful slash and the sharp edge of the goblin sword, a huge wound was opened on his hard fur, and a large number of Blood spurted out, and even his intestines flowed out and fell to the ground.

A hint of joy just rose in Neville's heart, and then sank immediately.

After all, he was only employed as an [Arcane Knight], not a [Paladin], and this Cross Slash was not specifically designed to deal with the evil camp [Destroying Evil].

Greyback, who was severely injured, didn't even frown. No, you couldn't even find an eyebrow on his big furry face.

Anyway, in the next moment, this huge wound began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. The only troublesome piece of intestine, Greyback tore it off directly with his claws and threw it casually on the ground.

The itching and stinging from the wound and the pungent smell of blood further stimulated Greyback in his werewolf state. He jumped directly and rushed towards Neville with the evil wind.

Thick black smoke followed him, like a pair of huge bat wings, blocking out the sky and making his speed a little faster.

Neville quickly dodged to the side, but was still a step too slow.

Seeing that his right hand was about to lose its hold, Neville took the initiative to send his sword to block the disaster for himself.

Greyback grabbed Neville's sword and felt it didn't feel right in his hand. He picked it up and looked at it, then threw it on the ground in disgust.

At this time, Neville had already crawled and hid in the work shed on the top of the mountain.

He looked around. The entire shed was huge, with a height of nearly ten meters.

There is a huge open space in the center of the shed, with a thick layer of soft fur and hay piled up. There are also many mops, brushes, towels, buckets and other things placed against the wall.

In the corner at the edge of the shed was a pile of black soil that exuded an unpleasant odor.

Obviously, this is the place where the staff of the dragon farm are responsible for cleaning the bodies of the fire dragons.

Neville looked outside through the gap in the wall panel again and found Greyback standing at the door of the shed. The originally terrible wound on his chest now only had a light red cross-shaped scar.

He remembered a description of werewolves he had seen in the Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook "Dark Powers: A Guide to Self-Defense":

Werewolves are known to transform from humans into wolves on full moon nights.

When not transformed, they can communicate with people normally like ordinary wizards, and many of them are as gentle and sensible as Professor Lupine.

But after transformation, they are one of the most dangerous magical creatures in the wizarding world.

In "Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them" edited by Newt Scamander, their classification level is xxxxx, and their level of danger is the same as that of fire dragons, basilisks, manticores, five-legged monsters, chimaeras and other magical beasts. Like living things.

Of course, this does not mean that werewolves are really as powerful as these magical creatures.

Although they possess extremely strong physique, speed, strength and explosive power after transformation, their attack power far exceeds that of ordinary people.

It also has amazing vitality. Wounds caused by ordinary spells and weapons to werewolves will often be completely healed within one to two seconds.

But what is most terrifying and despairing, what raises their danger to a big level, is the wolfsbane curse they carry.

It is a very vicious and highly contagious curse. Everyone bitten by a werewolf will turn into a werewolf on the night of the full moon. No one is spared, and there is currently no treatment.

Regarding these, thanks to Snape specially giving them homework in this area when he was helping Professor Lupin teach, Neville was able to remember it.

Anyway, a transformed werewolf is a very terrifying existence, and they can often fight against several well-trained Aurors at the same time.

What's more, Greyback, as the leader of the werewolves, is the most ferocious and powerful among the werewolves. Coupled with the enhancement of the bottle of alchemy potion, a young wizard like Neville's age cannot be his opponent at all.

That is to say, he has a professional template and is more powerful than a normal little wizard, so he can escape from the opponent's hands repeatedly.

only--

"Clark, you bastard! Why haven't you come yet?" Neville was so angry that he almost yelled.

However, he also discovered a strange place. The transformed Greyback hesitated for a while in front of the wooden shed door and did not dare to step forward for a long time.

"Hey~ What's going on?" Neville glanced around the shed in confusion, and found that there was nothing special about it. The only thing was that the smell was really unpleasant——

odor? Could it be!

Under the threat of life, his brain worked rapidly and successfully exceeded the limit, feeling that he was so smart.

I see……

At this time, Greyback, who was lingering at the door, further expanded in size, and his aura became more and more powerful. He even began to emit hot blood-red air waves, as if his whole body was burning with blazing flames.

It is truly a fire cooking oil, flowers blooming brocade, reaching the peak of wolf life.

With the support of strong strength, he finally roared angrily, waved his hand to tear apart the huge wooden door, and broke into the work shed.

But after coming in, he looked around suspiciously and didn't find a single figure.

"Where's the little one?"

The werewolf Greyback tilted his head. His mind was so overwhelmed by the desire to kill that he no longer had any extra brain capacity to think about the problem. He could only rely on violent means.

Wow!

The scarlet whirlwind began to sweep through the entire work shed. The furs and hay on the floor, as well as the mountains of mops, towels, barrels, and brushes placed against the walls, were all caught up in the whirlwind, and then torn into pieces all over the sky.

But even so, Neville was still nowhere to be seen.

This made Greyback have to wonder if the little guy had sneaked away somewhere.

Just as he was about to leave the work shed and rely on his sense of smell to make sure outside, another figure suddenly broke into the work shed.

"Neville—"

Clark looked at the messy work shed with embarrassment. A two-meter-tall giant werewolf with thick hair and ferocious claws was standing there, staring at him with big eyes.

"I'm sorry, I may have found the wrong person, please continue-"

boom!

The wooden floor was torn apart, and Clark rolled over. Using the psychic power of [Fake Sensation], he distorted the werewolf's vision and avoided the opponent's powerful and heavy claw attack.

In the process, Clark also tried to use psychic abilities such as [Charm Monsters], [Charm Humans], and [Domination] to control the opponent.

However, this time he found that his psychic powers were not working. The other party's mind was completely filled with murderous intentions, and there was no room for other thoughts.

At this time, a loud shout came from not far away.

"Clark, get out of the way!"

The next moment, a burst of black rain hit Clark and the werewolf Greyback.

Clark instantly recognized what the black "raindrops" flying over were. If he dared to let that thing fall on him, he quickly raised his hand and used [Controlling Small Objects] to create a wall of air above his head to resist it.

But the werewolf Greyback was not so lucky, and was directly covered by black rain.

Taking advantage of this moment, Clark also discovered Neville's voice and quickly ran to his side, which was in the pile of black soil in the corner of the wall.

"No, why are you hiding here?" Clark covered his nose and looked at Neville.

I saw that his whole body was covered with black soil, except for his head, which was still clean because it was covered with a wooden barrel.

"What can I do? Why don't you try to face that guy by yourself?" Neville struggled to climb out of the black mud.

He shook his body, and black mud specks were scattered everywhere. Clark subconsciously took a step back to prevent the other party from getting this stuff on him.

Neville glared at him dissatisfied, "What are you doing? Isn't it just a little dragon dung? As for making such a fuss, it's not like we haven't used dragon dung in the herbal medicine class."

Clark almost couldn't help but want to say something, when we use dragon manure in herbal medicine class, we always wear gloves and use shovels, but we don't bury our whole bodies in the dragon manure pile. How can this be the same?

Of course, he didn't say this, and he also knew that Neville did this entirely because of the werewolf.

Unlike smart and rational humans, beasts are naturally controlled by animal instincts, and werewolves are no exception.

In nature, powerful carnivores will rely on urine and feces to delineate their hunting range to warn other predators not to cross the boundary.

Predators will also use this information to judge whether the owner of the territory is powerful and whether it is worth the risk to expand their hunting range.

In front of Clark, the black soil stained on Neville's body was the excrement left by the most apex predator in nature - dragon dung.

Yes, that's right, this is exactly the dragon dung that Norbert pulls out every day. It is piled here by the staff of the dragon farm and prepared to be made into dragon dung.

It was a high-quality fertilizer, rich in various nutrients needed by magical plants. Professor Sprout, the dean of Hufflepuff, specially asked Charlie to help her collect it.

This is exactly why the werewolf Greyback stopped in front of the greenhouse just now. His powerful sense of smell and keen intuition told him that this was the territory of a powerful being.

The restraint passed down from his bloodline prevented him from acting rashly. It was precisely because of this that Neville buried his entire body in dragon dung, causing Greyback, who did not dare to look for dragon dung, to ignore him.

In fact, many human adventurers sometimes use this trick.

When they go camping and exploring in the wild, they often smear irritating liquids and the excrement of powerful predators around the camp and on their bodies to prevent them from being bitten by insects, snakes, or attacked by wild beasts.

If Clark hadn't suddenly appeared and Neville had to get up to save him, he would have been able to hide forever.

At this time, the werewolf Greyback had also recovered from the baptism of dragon dung. His scarlet eyes stared at the two children not far away, especially Clark.

The appearance of the other party that he had seen in the photo successfully inspired the human part of his rationality. In addition, the aura on his body began to decline at this time, and the burning energy and blood subsided, making him remember his trip. task.

"careful!"

Neville sensed the danger first and stood in front of Clark. The dung rake danced in his hand and swept up huge waves of dragon dung towards the rushing werewolf. It was like a broom stained with dung. The bravery of picking ten.

Faced with such a disgusting (werewolf) attack, even Greyback had to deal with it carefully. The thick black cloud behind him enveloped him first, like a small boat, helping him break through the waves of shit in the sea.

He is a werewolf, not a kobold, and he is not interested in this dragon dung.

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